Voltron Lance fic or Hc where he’s 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 “I love you”. “I adore you so much”. “I think a person has to be crazy to not like having you around”? Just pure, innocent, genuine love for him. (I felt like he didn’t get enough of that in the show. Btw I know the paladins like him. He just didn’t get the love language he needs from them to know it).
okay this is pure af and I’m 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.
“Lance?”
He flinched and jumped.
“Y/N, whew-“ He held his chest and sighed,
Relieved,
“You scared me.”
Y/N raised a brow. “What’s wrong?”
Lance paused,
Then leaned against a nearby wall,
Trying to make it look cool and casual.
It didn’t.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Lance, you’re pacing the commons room and it’s 3:12am.”
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.
“I’ve been in my head a lot.”
Y/N’s heart immediately cracked.
She took a hesitant step forward,
But didn’t want to get too close without permission.
“Lance-“
“My brain is too loud these days.”
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.
“Is that why you can’t sleep?”
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.
“I’m here.” 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.
“I’m in the way.”
“What?” Y/N’s voice was fragile,
Reflecting how heartbroken they were hearing the statement.
“You’re never in the way. Who told you that?”
“No one.”
He squeezed Y/N’s hand tighter.
“Myself.”
Y/N sank deeper into the couch,
Their free hand reaching around Lance’s back,
Fiddling with the hair on the sides of his head.
“Lance, you’re not in the way. You’re not a burden.”
“I can’t offer the same as everyone else.”
He frowned, and Y/N could feel it dig into their shoulder.
“I can’t fight or think or run the same. I’m not buff or brilliant or a great fighter.”
“But you’re you, Lance.” Y/N hushed,
Capturing their cheeks,
Bringing his face close to theirs.
So they could speak directly to him.
“You’re funny and a great shooter and bring joy that none of the others can bring.”
“That’s not true,”
Y/N frowned at him.
“Hunk and Pidge and Coran bring plenty of joy.”
Y/N forced down a smirk.
The selected names they found to be funny.
“But they don’t bring the joy that you do.”
Lance furrowed his brows, confused.
“You bring a special type of joy that no one else can replicate.”
They brushed some hair away from his eyes,
Smiling tenderly and sincerely at his quivering eyes.
“It doesn’t matter if other paladins can make others happy. They can’t make anyone ‘Lance happy’.”
They gave a gentle laugh,
Stroking at his red cheeks.
“Only you can do that.” 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.
“It’s okay to feel down on yourself sometimes,” 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.
“But you are needed and wanted here. We can’t do this without you.”
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.
“I love you.” They hushed. “And you’re valued.”
A few hours later, the paladins found them in the common room,
Headcanons to how Pidge would react hearing the reader yell “I go down, on my own accord!” followed by explosions during a mission. Like they were separated and reader knows they won’t be able to escape without be captured.
here ya go!!
Y/N was always stubborn.
Most days, Pidge admired it.
She didn’t when their stubbornness would get in the way of missions.
“You can’t toss yourself into danger even if you think it’s for the betterment of the team,” she had said. “You need to be more careful.”
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.
“Everyone pull back,” Shiro said from central command. “Fighter jets, retreat. Voltron, stay out there and hold them off while we establish a new plan.”
Y/N was a fighter jet.
They didn’t respond.
Everyone else did.
“Y/N?” Pidge asked, radioing through. “Come on, head back to base. We can handle this.”
There was static, meaning they were able to respond.
But they didn’t.
“Y/N.” Keith called, irritated.
Purposely ignoring them during a mission was far from okay.
They were all at risk.
“Y/N, radio in.” Keith repeated.
There was faint crackling, and a sigh.
“I can’t let them win.”
Pidge could feel her heart drop at Y/N’s words. “Retreating now isn’t letting them win, Y/N. We’re making a plan.”
“I can’t.”
Y/N hated that they couldn’t say more.
They couldn’t tell everyone that there wasn’t 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.
“Y/N, come on, please.” Pidge begged. “Come back to base. We can’t afford to do this right now.”
Y/N gripped the wheel tighter.
“I go down on my own accord!” 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/N’s 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.
Pidge suddenly understood why Y/N didn’t retreat.
They were stuck.
They couldn’t have, and they didn’t want to put Voltron at risk to save them.
Pidge watched enemy lasers fire straight for Y/N’s jet.
Pigde knew what was coming.
Her eyes widened, and she wanted to scream.
Nothing came out.
There, Pidge watched Y/N’s jet burst into flames and disintegrate.
Voltron was silent.
Deafeningly silent.
The silence made her ears ache.
There was nothing over the radio.
Crackling’s of potential communication unutilized.
Then Pidge screamed.
Y/N was gone.
And she could’ve stopped it.
But she didn’t.
All because they wanted to sacrifice themselves to help Voltron succeed.
