Baby, it's Cold Outside Chapter 1: Prologue, a voltron: legendary defender fanfic

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What comes to mind when you think of the word 'home'?

Do you think of a specific place, or do you think of a group of objects that remind you of homeliness? A scent, perhaps, or the sound of something familiar? The way a certain texture feels against your skin or the taste of something scrumptious on your tongue?

All of these are plausible and totally valid answers. And if nothing came to mind, then that's okay, too.

After all, not everyone has a home; not everyone has somewhere they can say that that's where they truly belong. For some, it's rare to even find somewhere they can be at peace with themselves and just relax.

My 'true home' – if that's what you want to call it – was burned down to the ground in a house fire when I was fourteen. Out of my mother, father, and three younger brothers, the only person I was able to save the night it happened was myself. The whole thing was crazy; almost hallucinogenic in the sense that it was just so surreal. One moment, I was surrounded by a family that friendlily teased me to no end; the next, I was chucked into one of my godmothers' houses on the other side of Australia because I had no other next-of-kin in the vicinity.

Now, at the age of twenty-three, I have a home. It's not really somewhere you'd call conventional or even convenient, but it's the place where I'm the happiest. I feel like this place is somewhere that I could stay forever.

Long story short, for nearly a decade, I didn't have a home. Yes, I lived in a house with walls, a sturdy roof over my head, and someone who cared enough for me to feed me every day, but that's so much different to a home.

The difference between the two? A home is somewhere you immediately seek solace when times get hard; a house is somewhere in which living is easy, but tolerating is a harder.

I never want to go without a home ever again. And you know what? With the home I've found, I don't think I will be ever again.

Author's Note: Hi there! This is a Christmas-themed fan-fiction that I intended to finish writing before Christmas, but that didn't happen. Finishing this series may take me well into mid-February, but I hope not because I'm really excited for this series! I know y'all might be turned away from this story because it's a Canon X OC, but please...just give it a chance. 'Till then.