#homesick lance

[thebuggyy]

Homesick Lance, a playlist by evantries on Spotify

A playlist featuring Buena Vista Social Club, Zedd, Tito Puente, and others

a playlist for @constellationrose of homesick lance for @langstronevent2k18!!

idk if its really all that angsty but it’s mainly songs that would remind him of how home used to be as a kid and before he left earth

i hope u enjoy! :) my first time really makin a playlist for someone so i hope u like it uwu

[galaxytail]

Julance day 7: Crying

'What's wrong', they'd ask. 'Why are you crying, Lance?'

He couldn't explain so he choked the sobs with a pillow. He no longer knew why he cried. He just had to get it out.

Yes, he was homesick. He missed his parents, his siblings. Oh, how they all must have grown. He wondered if their dog was still alive. Is his family worried? Even though it hurt, he hoped they celebrated his disappearing and then forgot all about it the next day.

He thought about his team, his new family. Is he allowed to call them that? He was, after all, just a goofball and not someone to rely on, right?

Lance bit into the pillow and tried wiping the tears with his hand.

A useless goofball no one needed around. Hunk and Pidge can work splendidly together. Allura, even after the incident with Lotor, has Coran. Keith got Shiro back. And Lance? He would say he has himself but is losing that, too.

Maybe he knew why he cried but the others didn't need to.

[callaeidae3]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Lance star-gazes and reflects on his homesickness while getting lost in a song that connects him to his sister.

"'Cause in a sky, in a sky full of stars - I think I saw you." - Coldplay, A Sky Full of Stars.

Notes:

I was moved to write another short, somewhat poetic fic tonight like I did with 'The Hope that is Shiro’, though with a different paladin. As I settled on writing one for Lance, I was already listening to Coldplay's 'A Sky Full of Stars'. While I was bringing up some raw emotion from my own homesickness of 2015, I realised how beautifully the lyrics to this song match Lance's likely experience of homesickness. So here we are! I hope you enjoy :) 

[madkatter]

First time drawing lance!

[lowkeyanimeweeb-blog]

Voltron:lance So happy finally finished😊😊😊😊

[writingfordayz]

Hiiiii! Soooo I’m a sucker for homesick Lance and Keith comforting him lol got any headcanons for that?

Hello!! Here’s some homesick Lance for ya!

•Being homesick happens in small moments for Lance

•Sometimes he has sudden bursts of questions that make him worry:

Is my family okay?

Do they even think I’m alive?

Will I ever see them again?

•Or little moments that seem insignificant to others will throw him into the deep end of being homesick

•Once he was arguing with Keith while they were laying around on the couch

•Keith attempted to smother him with a blanket, but instead he accidentally wrapped it around Lance’s head and back

•This caused Lance to freeze instantly, his mind taking him back to when he was 7 and his mom would help him dress up as a superhero with a blanket as a cape

•Keith immediately stopped messing with him when Lance’s face fell

•He knew that look well, but Lance usually confided in Hunk after a look like that washed over him

•He patiently waited for Lance to explain what was bothering him

•He mainly listens to Lance, reassuring him that he’s gonna see his family again some day

•Lance seems rather unconvinced, but Keith has a hard time understanding what he’s going through since he doesn’t really miss Earth at all

•Keith ends up tying the blanket around Lance and pulling him into a hug

•After a few moments of silence, Keith mumbled, “You can be my hero up here”

•Lance burst out laughing because, come on Keith, that was cheesy for an average person, but from you? woooow

[langst-is-my-unborn-baby]

Part six of that weird thing I’m writing

And Shiro could see the tightlipped frown on his face, with eyes he couldn’t see staring at him.

“Quiznak.”

Lance felt his face droop, grabbing Shiro’s wrist and snatching him into a small alleyway, diverting themselves away from the lively crowd that seemed intent in celebrating. Despite living here for months and doing his best, the inbred trait of crime still seemed to be a common occurrence and those innocent around were always ecstatic when the Galra finally dragged off another danger. His protection for these people was just a small guilt that added to the list of reason he stayed.

Gritting his teeth, he twisted dangerously on Shiro. “What were (click) you doing? You’ll get (click-click) killed like (click) this!” He snapped, forcing himself to keep his voice steady and calm.

Had Shiro always been so ignorant? He’d known that Galra patrolled this community like a mantra, and still he wanders over defenseless. Why? He’d been watching him, Lance could conclude that he’d spied on him, a reminder of the looks he’d received back at the shelter.

“I apologize.”

“Don’t bother.” He grimaced, dropping Shiro’s hand as he turned on a corner. “I’m (in) deep trouble (click-click) if you’re caught,” Lance hissed lowly, tapping his finger impatiently as a release for the small anxiousness that reeled inside of him.

“Then why’d you have us stay with you?” The man grunted from behind him, the crunch of sand sounding as they swiftly moved between that of two narrow walls．

“Why wouldn’t (click) I? You’re my-“ my teammates he wanted to say, wanted to fall back into their comfort, back into routine. “Doesn’t matter.”

Shiro raised an eyebrow, grimacing as a grotesque bug crawled over his foot. “Doesn’t matter? It was reason enough to apparently risk your safety,” he muttered, ignoring the way that Lance paused to momentarily bristle at the comment.

“Subject change (click),” he demanded. Scooting past a dinky store that had some obnoxiously loud children gossiping outside of it. “You’ve got a (click) new paladin for (click) Blue.”

“Yes.” Shiro croaked. Lance tilting his head curiously at the brief flash of grief that overcame him. “After the incident a replacement was needed.”

“Incident,” he mused sadly. His kidnapping and torture to be brushed off as an incident would have crushed his pride had had he had any left. Looking down the short street that where his small home lay, close enough that if you strained your ears hard enough you’d hear muffled words escape its crumbling walls.

The Galra hand of Shiro’s suddenly gripped tightly at his shoulder and Lance made an awkward wheezing sound from panic, reaching immediately to push it off. Didn’t work.

“And what did you mean by that?” His voice brittle and harsh, as Lance stiffened from the muffled fury he felt from the man behind him.

“How you brush (click) it off as (click) an accident,” he spat sadly. He’d doubted his position once before in his team but never had he thought that his friends would never actually care about his own humanity.

“It was!” Shiro was yelling now, not noticing the attention that he was going to draw. Lance turned around immediately, mouth falling open as he saw the reddened face with eyebrows drawn. “Lance was our teammate, and his death was inevitable!”

“Death?”

Death. The word had him stunned, the word had him so stunned that he felt himself falling back, crashing to the ground as he looked around frantically as if to prove himself that what he heard wasn’t real. Dead. His team had thought he was dead... was that- was that why they never came? They’d never known he was alive, of fucking course, what “proof was there. Just a Bayard and a bloody helmet? In the middle of battle?

“You’re lying!” He screamed, shivering from a sudden chilliness. “That’s not (click) true, it can’t (click) be.” His words got louder, his metal hands snapping to claw desperately at the black paladin’s chest.

“What are you talking about?!”

People were beginning to crowd, even the paladins had risked opening the door only to rush to their leader’s aid.

“Get off him!” Keith yelled, kicking Lance’s panicked form away from his brother figure. “Freak!”

“Shiro, you’re lying!” Lance ignored the approaching Galra, begging to know if he’d truly been wrong about his teammates thoughts for him.

“Keith, we might have other problems!” Pidge cried, weapon at the ready as she kept the Galra away from her distracted teammates.

Lance felt his hands glow the unsettling purple as he shoved himself off of Shiro, ignoring the latter’s widened eyes at their shared prosthetics. Moving himself in front of Pidge he used whatever power it was that his hands granted him to fight and destroy the soldiers that dared to near any closer to them.

“It’s Voltron!” One seethed loudly, pointedly at the armored humans (and altean).

“Fuck off!” Keith yelled at one, his sword swinging down harshly as they closed in. But Lance knew some basic math, whatever forces they had here was limited and would be nothing against the paladins with their bayards.

“When’d you say Coran was getting here, Pidge?” Hunk chuckled nervously, firing shots into the violent crowd filled with Galra as the citizens scram we back to the safety of their houses.

“I sent coordinates hours ago - so I have no quiznacking idea!” She screeched.

“There’s an opening behind Shiro!” Allura cried, ducking from a Galra’s swing as she skidded towards the possible escape route.

Hunk snatched Pidge and ran, Keith and Shiro shortly after. Lance took a few more swings before throwing himself after them.

.

They could’ve been running for minutes, hours, Lance wouldn’t know. Looking with such lament at his team, he felt his heart swell, doubt and hurt knitting its way through him. He’d made so many reason not to go back, what would they think of him, how they no longer need him, the looks they’d give when they see how much of a fuck up he’d become. And what he’d do when he went into panic mode, although they had already caught a glimpse of that.

His body made a series of clicks as he squatted down at the cave he’d first met them in, watching hesitantly as Pidge began to fiddle with the wires of their original escape pod. Keith stood off to the side, eyes narrowed and foot tapping.

He cleared his throat. The team looked at him with distrust, of course that was because he made a seen of going ape shit crazy.

“I (click) believe there may (click) have been (click-click) some misunderstandings?” He tried weakly, his lips twitching upwards awkwardly.

“No kidding,” Keith snorted.

“You see, (click) after escaping Haggar (click) I didn’t return to (click) my team because I thought (click) they mustn’t have wanted me if they’d never even sent (click-click) a signal sign that they’d come (click), even having someone else take on my job (click).” Eyes were on him as he loosened his hood. “I also (click) didn’t come back (click) because I was so scared (click) of what they’d think of me.” The hood fell down.

Pidge screamed.

[langst-is-my-unborn-baby]

Part five of that weird thing I’m writing

The candle dripped a silent melodic color, a drift between orange and pink, it’s scent reminiscent to something aged and worn yet homely and comforting. Lance shifting the small plate that it stood in from hand to hand anxiously, taking in its wondrous scent.

“I’m heading to town (click) for work. I can’t (click-click) risk you getting (click) caught; so please don’t (click) leave,” he whispered, his sight staying on the small flickering flame.

The paladins nodded warily, Shiro held a look of disapproval that was eerily similar to Keith’s one of confusion and vague suspicion.

“Work?” Keith tilted his head slightly as he rested his chin on his hands. “I can’t really picture you with a job, maybe a thief perhaps, but not an actual job.”

Allura shot the red paladin a not so subtle glare.

Lance felt himself pout. “I work, I help the villagers,” he claimed in self-defense. “Just don’t leave.” And with that he left, slamming the door with a dramatic flare.

“I’m going to follow him,” Keith announced, standing up and fiddling with his knife, sparing a glance at the disapproving Pidge that only shook her head in dismay.

It was Shiro that verbalized his disagreement. “You’re not, they’re are Galra everywhere out there,” he muttered although he shot curious looks at the door that their host had just left through, his candle abandoned on a tall stone that appeared to be a makeshift end table.

“But something about him doesn’t add up, does... does he not sound familiar?”

The mahogany tinted room held the privacy needed to groom their boisterous thoughts that threatened to break the little patience they had.

“I’ll go,” Shiro decided, holding his hand up to Keith who prepared to argue. “I’m the most qualified to do this, and we don’t need a team to be sneaking around this town.”

-

Shiro eyed the crowd with hidden eager from the shadowed corner he stood in, watching as their host twisted uncomfortably to look around, whispering questions to certain individuals who passed him.

A crying woman latched onto him, surpassing Shiro how the mysterious man didn’t act out but gently push her away and let her lead him down the narrow streets of the sandy plains. The woman was tall and muscular like most natives to this world, with thick beige skin that looked as if it would crumble to piece if you so much as touched it an ounce to hard. He followed them lightly, ducking his head as he began to breach their conversation.

“It’s Mynn!” She wailed, quickening her grip on his arm despite him stiffening in discomfort. “My sister! She’s maddened, trying to hurt my cubs.” Tears pooled furiously in her eyes, shaking her head in horror as she recalled the memories.

“I could hear her, I was coming home from my errands. Heard her threatening my mate that she’d sm- smash by litters heads in,” she sniffed. “You’ll help won’t you?”

The host nodded, looking at the large hut they’d stopped at, straining his ears to hear the violent screeches of another woman as well as the panicked ones of a man.

Shiro’s eyes widened in shock, had this man found a living in protecting others. A twinge of guilt surged threw him, even anger on their host’s behalf for Keith’s comment about thievery. How could he even be surprised, this man who’d they at first assumed suspicious had indeed taken them in for the night and he was relayed with distrust and the shock that he did nice things.

He heard the sound of metal clattering and watched as the woman ran towards the door, screeching a foreign name that he’d presumed belonged to either her lover or children. The host bolted forward, the door being thrown open as he launched at something- someone that was unidentifiable. His ears were ringing, the urge to go and help tugging at him so desperately.

A momentary silence was broken by the presumed sister as she was chucked from the house, Lance hounding on her as the attention of Galra soldiers was grabbed and soon enough they assisted him in holding down the sadistic woman who continued shouting obscenities at every person she so much as glance at. They holstered her up, locals crowding around and watched as she was dragged off. The family shed attacked could be heard crying their joyous thanks of being alive and safe.

The host simpered off, offering a singular wave to the crowd that had shuffled forward to him murmuring tentative thanks.

The woman from before ran over, whispering something to him as two small children with tear marks sobbed their thanks. Flustered (Shiro had to take a step back because of that), the host twisted his head and looked away, laughing softly. But then it was halted. And Shiro could see the tightlipped frown on his face, with eyes he couldn’t see staring at him.

“Quiznak.”