Grey Paladin | Pidge x Reader (2018)

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(A/N) Slight Angst, just a warning.
[Y/N]'s Journal Entry

I'm writing this, after remembering what my brother had told me years ago. "Talking about what's going on helps." And since I have no one to talk/rant to, I'm doing it here:

Three years. It's been three years since anyone has heard from Voltron. No one has heard anything of Pidge, Keith, Shiro, Hunk, Lance, Allura, Coran, or any of them.

We've kept in contact with Matt, who shares our sorrows. I've been not ok the last few years. My mental state has gone down significantly. Yet, I continue to pretend for everyone else. Pretend I'm fine. Pretend I'm not hurting and depressed, when I know deep down I'll never find love again. Because how could I love anyone else?

I've been putting all my focus into training and working at the Garrison. I'm a junior officer now, proven by my greyish green coat with black piping. Still, my rank is not guaranteed, so I work as hard as I can to move up ranks.

I've become slightly respected as an officer, yet still not so much given my age. After all, I'm only seventeen, then again, so are a few of the MFE pilots, and they get way more privileges and recognition.

The Galra have in fact invaded. It's been tough, but we've been working non-stop on our defense systems, and on taking them down.

Although Zarkon was killed, the Galra remain in power. Sendak has taken over as the self declared emperor, and is sought revenge, seeking Voltron.

My parents, I found out, had died of old age while I was in space, which only makes everything worse on me. The stinging thoughts of regret. I never got to say goodbye.

My life... Is falling apart at the seems.

I wish with all my might that I could wake up in space, and this all be a nightmare. But alas, I can't. It is real life. All too real.

Most of the MFE pilots, don't like me. James Griffin just hates me for no good reason. All because his hatred for Keith, who I was dating at the time they went to the Garrison together, and the same reason most others hate me.

I'm a rank above them....

See, other than Adam, they're only considered senior cadets in rank. I got moved from junior cadet to a rank above them... Junior officer. So they protest every damn thing I suggest.

They should be glad I suggest things or their asses would be dead.

I just want things to get better. I hope things get better. From the way it looks, things will never get better.

Pidge's POV
*A week later*

"Look!" Lance yells.

From the sounds of joy erupting through the headset it's clear everyone has noticed, Earth. We're home.

We enter the atmosphere, excitement coursing through our veins.

Your POV

As I work on hand to hand combat with a training dummy, alone in the training room, an alarm goes off signalling something has entered the atmosphere.

I immediately pause, and pull on my greyish green officer coat over my black tank top, and sprint outside to get a better look.

As I make my way outside I notice Sam and Colleen Holt, gazing up at what seems to be coming in for a landing.

"I came as quick as I could," I say through heavy breaths. "What is it?" I ask.

"Voltron." Sam mutters through the clear shock. That's when I look up to notice the five different color lions.