Voltron Lance fic or Hc where heâs going on about his insecurities and thinks no one on the castle likes him to his s/o and s/o just slides in there and hugs him gently and is like âI love youâ. âI adore you so muchâ. âI think a person has to be crazy to not like having you aroundâ? Just pure, innocent, genuine love for him. (I felt like he didnât get enough of that in the show. Btw I know the paladins like him. He just didnât get the love language he needs from them to know it).
okay this is pure af and Iâm really happy with how this turned out ;-;
Lance had been having trouble sleeping.
The other paladins could tell.
Everyone could,
But especially Y/N.
So, when they found him pacing in the control room,
Where on earth it would be 3am,
They knew something was really eating at him.
âLance?â
He flinched and jumped.
âY/N, whew-â He held his chest and sighed,
Relieved,
âYou scared me.â
Y/N raised a brow. âWhatâs wrong?â
Lance paused,
Then leaned against a nearby wall,
Trying to make it look cool and casual.
It didnât.
âNothingâs wrong.â
âLance, youâre pacing the commons room and itâs 3:12am.â
They always spoke in Earth time.
Just the two of them.
It made them feel more normal.
More at home.
Lance stood upright,
A hand lingering against the wall.
âIâve been in my head a lot.â
Y/Nâs heart immediately cracked.
She took a hesitant step forward,
But didnât want to get too close without permission.
âLance-â
âMy brain is too loud these days.â
He closed his eyes and shook his head,
As if trying to shake the thoughts from his head.
When Lance got stressed, he got like this.
Distant and flustered,
Frustrated within his own head.
âIs that why you canât sleep?â
He sighed in response.
Hesitantly, Y/N made their way to a nearby couch,
Sliding into a seat,
And squeezing their nervous fingers in their lap.
âIâm here.â Was all they said.
It was all that was needed to bring Lance immediate comfort.
He slipped into the spot beside them,
His head landing on their shoulder,
His eyes, closed,
His fingers, intertwined with their own.
âIâm in the way.â
âWhat?â Y/Nâs voice was fragile,
Reflecting how heartbroken they were hearing the statement.
âYouâre never in the way. Who told you that?â
âNo one.â
He squeezed Y/Nâs hand tighter.
âMyself.â
Y/N sank deeper into the couch,
Their free hand reaching around Lanceâs back,
Fiddling with the hair on the sides of his head.
âLance, youâre not in the way. Youâre not a burden.â
âI canât offer the same as everyone else.â
He frowned, and Y/N could feel it dig into their shoulder.
âI canât fight or think or run the same. Iâm not buff or brilliant or a great fighter.â
âBut youâre you, Lance.â Y/N hushed,
Capturing their cheeks,
Bringing his face close to theirs.
So they could speak directly to him.
âYouâre funny and a great shooter and bring joy that none of the others can bring.â
âThatâs not true,â
Y/N frowned at him.
âHunk and Pidge and Coran bring plenty of joy.â
Y/N forced down a smirk.
The selected names they found to be funny.
âBut they donât bring the joy that you do.â
Lance furrowed his brows, confused.
âYou bring a special type of joy that no one else can replicate.â
They brushed some hair away from his eyes,
Smiling tenderly and sincerely at his quivering eyes.
âIt doesnât matter if other paladins can make others happy. They canât make anyone âLance happyâ.â
They gave a gentle laugh,
Stroking at his red cheeks.
âOnly you can do that.â They finished.
Y/N could see the faint tears in his eyes,
Bubbling beneath the surface,
And wrapped him in a hug so he could compose himself.
âItâs okay to feel down on yourself sometimes,â Y/N hushed.
Lance squeezed them tighter,
Burying his head in their shoulder,
Taking in their familiar smell and warmth,
The comfort that only they could provide to him.
âBut you are needed and wanted here. We canât do this without you.â
Lance squeezed his partner even tighter,
His tears melting into their sweater.
They stayed like that,
Y/N stroking his hair and back,
Hushing him calm.
âI love you.â They hushed. âAnd youâre valued.â
A few hours later, the paladins found them in the common room,
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Headcanons to how Pidge would react hearing the reader yell âI go down, on my own accord!â followed by explosions during a mission. Like they were separated and reader knows they wonât be able to escape without be captured.
here ya go!!
Y/N was always stubborn.
Most days, Pidge admired it.
She didnât when their stubbornness would get in the way of missions.
âYou canât toss yourself into danger even if you think itâs for the betterment of the team,â she had said. âYou need to be more careful.â
Y/N had teased her about caring.
Pidge took it without debate because they were right.
She cared.
They both knew it.
Y/N was like a second sibling to Pidge.
Pidge wanted to hate them, but saw too much of herself and Matt in Y/N to be able to.
She could never tell if she wanted to beat Y/N up or hug them.
Most days it was both.
A mission was going horribly south.
âEveryone pull back,â Shiro said from central command. âFighter jets, retreat. Voltron, stay out there and hold them off while we establish a new plan.â
Y/N was a fighter jet.
They didnât respond.
Everyone else did.
âY/N?â Pidge asked, radioing through. âCome on, head back to base. We can handle this.â
There was static, meaning they were able to respond.
But they didnât.
âY/N.â Keith called, irritated.
Purposely ignoring them during a mission was far from okay.
They were all at risk.
âY/N, radio in.â Keith repeated.
There was faint crackling, and a sigh.
âI canât let them win.â
Pidge could feel her heart drop at Y/Nâs words. âRetreating now isnât letting them win, Y/N. Weâre making a plan.â
âI canât.â
Y/N hated that they couldnât say more.
They couldnât tell everyone that there wasnât a way out.
They were stuck in a visible spot, and no matter what they did, no matter where they turned, they would be seen and captured.
Y/N needed to just face it.
And they hated that.
âY/N, come on, please.â Pidge begged. âCome back to base. We canât afford to do this right now.â
Y/N gripped the wheel tighter.
âI go down on my own accord!â Y/N spat, hurt and irritation woven through every syllable.
Then they hit the gas.
Everything moved slowly, and Pidge could see every millisecond of what transpired.
It made every moment all the more unbearable.
She could see what was coming before it even happened.
She saw Y/Nâs jet dart forward.
Voltron was too busy confusedly yelling to leap forward and act.
They were too busy trying to hold off enemy jets from the base.
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