Dije Mos Volar, Dijeron Buen Intento

(I Said Let's Fly, They Said Nice Try)
[Rated for Teen and Up Audiences]

Hiraeth
(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.
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As dreams swirl around Lance's mind, and answers that only lead to more questions, dance between the stars and beg the Blue Paladin into the un(already)known, Lance finds himself suck between three lives: one on Earth, on with Voltron in endless marvel of space, and one that only come as whispers in dreams that beg at the corners of his mind. Monsters, enemies of new and old, and danger lie here, in the grave of forgotten things. With truths and secrets finally revealing themselves, Lance finds himself alone, a - runaway - running down a path that screams only he can follow it. And as questions of 'home' persist, it's now, or universal destruction. And Lance has found himself in the center of the galaxy, a burning star.
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(Basically an Altean!Lance AU that's been floating around in my head that I needed to get down and thought, "Why not post it!") **[Originally posted on Archive Of Our Own]**