Littlespace Voltron Oneshots

Little Lotor & his Lesbians: Parents

Prompt: Ooooh ok! How about Lotor was having a rough time with something (his parents, working on something, your choice) and he ends up slipping and starts crying or something.

Requested by @sweetiepie2288

Alright so I know that I made it high school AU instead of the show but I've also done that in the past. Like, a long time ago somewhere in the 20s in this oneshot book. Also, part 51! This has gone on for so long! And somehow you guys still enjoy it!

Also I love the title way too much.

Lotor slammed his door as he entered his room. He's been fighting the urge to be little all day and the fight he just had with his parents, it pushed him over the edge. They had started fighting about his future. He wanted to pursue his art and voice acting career. And he had been given the opportunity to voice act a character named AJ, which he took. But his parents want him to own a business or work somewhere. He gets that they're worried that it might fail but he just wish that they'd have more faith in him! And he does have a backup plan! He might be in high school but the Galaxy Garrison would gladly accept him, since he had a talent for flying. Lotor grabbed his phone and jumped onto his bed, curling into a ball as tears streaming down his face. He felt small and upset. He wanted his caretakers. So he dialed one of his first contacts: Acxa. After a few rings she picked up.

"What's up?" she asked, a little background sound on her line. Probably watching some TV show or movie. Her parents weren't some for the weekend so Narti agreed to stay at her house.

"Axe," he whimpered. He would of said Mama but he didn't know if anyone else was there. Immanently the background sound of Acxa's sound turning off.

"Oh Baby, I'll be over there soon, okay? I'll talk to your parents on my way," she said in a soft voice, calming Lotor down. "I need you to get your Baby Bag out of your closet though, alright? I know it's a big boy thing but I'm going to need you to also open your window. I'm going to let you go and call Zeth and Ez. We're all going to have sleepover, okay? I'm going to need to let you go now. Remember, I need you to get your bag and open your window."

"Otay, Axe. I wub you," Lotor wiped his tears as he sat up.

"Love you too Baby," she said before ending the call.

Lotor set his phone on the bed and sat on the carpeted floor. He crawled over to the closet and opened it. He dug around for a few seconds before dragging his duffel bag out. It was heavy for him. Big Lotor would carry it without a problem. Although he barely did, it was really the others that carried it when they were out in public. In the bag was some sippies and bottles, pacifiers, stickers, a space coloring book, crayons, a sweater Lance made him for Christmas, wet wipes, pull ups and diapers, a book, a soft small blanket, and a rattle. The duffel bag was plan and black with his name stitched in on the side. It was like that for when they went outside or if his parents found the bag. They didn't like looking through his stuff but when he gave them permission to go into his closet to check for something they might of left something, which often happened, they wouldn't be suspicious.

Once Lotor got it into the middle of the room he crawled over to his window. It took a few tries but eventually he got it unlocked. He then opened it up and looked outside. A breeze hit his face, making him giggle. It was dark out and the stars looked pretty. He let out a small awe as he looked at how the stars twinkled. Lotor then looked at the ground to see a car. Acxa's car to be exact. Acxa got out of the driver's seat and walked up to the house. Instead of going through the front door she began to climb up the wall. They had installed a ladder on the side of the wall because Honerva was scared of his friends of getting hurt, since his entire friend group refused to use the front door. Even Narti. He took a step back and tried to take off his leather jacket. He started to whimper and whine when it wouldn't come off his arms.