When I’m With You I’m Home- Part 2
Anonymous: 11+15+73+81 for lance reuniting with an s/o he left on earth
11) “Wow, you look… amazing.”
15) ““When I’m with you, I’m home.”
73) ““Please don’t say goodbye.”
81) “Come with me.”
Phew, this took so long to write! Sorry about that! I forgot to add on the last post- this is with a fem s/o, and Im really working on writing gender neutral- Im just not used to it. So Im so sorry if this made the fic harder to read! And this DEFINTELY doesnt match the storyline from Season 7-so sorry?
Word Count: 3,468
Who: Lance x Reader
Warnings: Some cuss words in Spanish- mentions of depressio
Hope you enjoy!!!
(not my gif- gypsyastronaut)
“Getting busy over there LAnce?” a voice taunted in front of you; the voice was undefiable as male or female- but you recognized it at once.
“Wait is that- PIDGE?”
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You looked over Lance’s shoulder, seeing Pidge (and Hunk) walk over in almost identical lions as Lance (Pidge was green, and Hunk was yellow). They also were wearing the strange armor.
“Y/n?!?” she called excitedly, and soon as she said that both Hunk and Pidge where running over.
“Oh my god you guys, where’d you get all the weird costume?!” You laughed, hugging both individuals.
Pidge’s short, messy hair was a little longer like Lances, but she was still the same height.
Hunk look like he had gained some muscle, and his bandana looked like it could use a good wash.
“Soo…” Pidge smirked at LAnce, “you never told us you had a girlfriend!”
“And you never told us it was her- I mean- y/n!” HUnk exclaimed, trying to be very polite (per usual).
“Well….” Lance tried to explain, giving you a nervous smile.
You smiled back, saying, “We weren’t a thing… we just kinda figured it out right now.”
Hunk and Pidge looked at each other, evil smirks on their faces. You remembered those faces- that meant they were gonna screw with someone (most likely Lance). But just as Pidge opened her mouth, you felt another “whoooosh” over you that made your hair fly forward. And then a second one flew over you 5 seconds later.
“Okay- why is there different colored lions, I thought there was only a Blue one? And is Shiro and Keith in those ones?” You asked the group quickly, anxiously waiting for their answer.
“Yeah, that should be Shiro and Keith,” Hunk answered, turning towards the spot that they landed.
Lance pondered for a second- how do you know about the Lions?
He gave you a look that you knew to well that he was confused, and you realized he caught your mistake- he couldn’t know about what you did- he CANT. You quickly left him, running to go meet with Shiro and Keith to get away from any awkward questions.
“Mr. Shirogane! Mr. Shirogane is that really you?!?” You yelled, happily excited to see your favorite teacher again- until you realized you were only wearing a breathing suit and you stopped running awkwardly.
“How have you been y/n?” He asked politely, not noticing your lack of clothing.
“Uh- pretty good-“ you said thinking “He’s hairs way different…….”
Then you noticed Keith, you were standing right beside him.
He looked moody- as usual.
“Hey Keith,” you gave a small wave, and he gave a small ‘Hey.’
Hunk, Pidge, and Lance had finally reached you, standing behind you.
“Alright- somebody tell me what’s going on?” You asked your dying question quickly, afraid that they wouldn’t answer it if you didn’t ask at once. “Why is there lions? Where did you guys go? Where did YOU GET THE ARMOR?!?l
Everyone did something different- Lance looked guilty, Pidge was still smirking at you two, Hunk was staring off at the darkening sunset, Keith looked at you as if he trying to see if you were trying to backstab them, but Shiro looked at you with seriousness and sympathy.
“Y/n,” he began, “I know your confused at all this, to be honest, we are too. We can tell you the story…. but not right now.”
“WHAT?!?” You yelled in frustration. “My best friend left -“
(“Boyfriend”, Pidge snickered)
“And all my friends were said to be dead- and you can’t tell me where you guys have been for the last year and a half?!” your frustration got the better of you, and you forgot who you were yelling at- but Shiro gave a soft smile and said, “I know this is frustrating, but promise me, You will know what happened.”
“Alright….” you complied, and Keith, thinking it was the right time to talk, “Guys, it’s getting dark, we’re gonna have to go.”
“Wait-“ You swiveled quickly to look at Lance- “you can’t go!”
Your heart throbbed to think you had to leave Lance- AGAIN- after only seeing him for about 30 minutes. You would be more heart broken than the last time.
Lance hurt seeing your face- it was as if all the guilt and worry he caused a year and half before was coming all coming to surface on your face.
“Keith- Shiro- I can’t go,” he said defiantly, “this is my home- let me stay for the night- then I’ll go.” You looked at him, hope filling your eyes again, and he smiled down at you.
“Lance you can’t, we have to get back-“ Keith started, but Shiro put a hand on his shoulder, signaling him to stop, and he finished for him.
“Lance, you can stay, I don’t see the trouble in it- but please be back before 9. We do have the meeting with the Garrison tomorrow, and we all need to be there.”
“Alright,” Lanc said gleefully, and you gave him a look he could read as if you were actually talking to him- “Meeting?”
“Just something I have to do,” he looked back, and you nodded in understanding.
You watched all the paladins leave one by one, hugging each one (except Keith, who looked extremely moody and had wrapped his arms around himself- and you were also secretly angry at him for trying to get Lance to leave), and watched as the flew into the sky and into the night, like reversed shooting stars- each one a color of the rainbow.
It was now dark, the ocean turning a dangerous indigo, and the night sky was covered in stars.
“Well- what do you want to do?” you asked Lance, grabbing his hand. You realized how good it felt to put your hand in his and wondered why it took you so long to actually confess to him. You haven't felt this happy in a long time.
Lance blushed, hoping the darkness covered up the red traveling up to his cheeks- but since his armor glowed in the dark, it illuminated his face and almost made it look worse.
“U-um...well- I just want to see my family, I've missed them so much!” you guys walked up the beach, you leading Lance back to your belongings. The sand felt cool and soft and it reminded you of the Moon Sand you and Lance used to play with as kids.
“Yeah its been awhile….” you said airly, imagining the happy faces of the McCLains when they realized their boy had came back home, and you smiled.
After Lance admitted to missing his family, it was as if a plug had come undone and he was spilling everything in a happy, home sick voice.
“Ive missed the my family so much, and especially the food. I haven't had actual Earth food in forever! Like tacos, and pancakes, and the Spongebob ice creams from the ice cream truck with bubble gum eyes, oh and garlic knots! Man your tia used to make the best garlic knots- does she still make them- “
“Oh mierda!” you yelped.
You stopped walking, your happy bubble being popped.
“Whats wrong?” Lance asked, confused and instantly on guard.
“MY AUNT!” she had warned you not to be out so late- and it definitely looked like past 9.
“We gotta go!”
You sprinted towards your board, Lance following suit, and you ran towards the main road.
A normal walk to your house took a few minutes, but you got there at record time.- but you felt it wasn't fast enough- she was gonna be so PISSED.
You arrived at your little house, the outside being illuminated by warm yellow light streaming out through the windows. The door was open, letting in a soft breeze and the smell of garlic filled the air.
You quietly put down your board, dreading the telling to you were gonna get- and in front of LAnce. You had gotten in trouble in front of him before, but know it was different- your relationship was different. This wouldn't be only just embarrassing- you probably just start digging your grave right after.
“Wait are those… Garlic kn-mmph!” Lanc energetically yelled, and you frantically shushed him with your hand. His eyes got wide, and you whispered, “Just- stay quiet okay- I dont know what shes gonna do if shes sees you-I just tell her super gently so she doesn't have a full blown heart attack- let me handle it.” you quickly added, “Nod if you understand.”
Lance nodded in agreement, and after you realised him from your hand, he spat on the ground.
“Next time you do that,” he whispered harshly, “make sure your hands aren't covered in sand!”
You giggled quietly, angry butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
“Stop being a baby, Feo- just wait here.”
You gave him a weak smile and quietly walked up your front steps, dread building the closer you got to the door.
You slid through, and you saw your aunt’s back in the kitchen, smoke rising as she clanged pots and pans around. You swore your aunt had eyes in the back of her head, cause just as your crouched through the doorway, she turned around quickly, giving you a glare that made you flinch.
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” she bellowed in her slight Spanish accent, “YOU HAD ME WORRIED SICK- IF YOU WERENT HOME IN 5 MINUTES I WAS GOING TO CALL THE POLICE! I TOLD YOU, IF YOU EVER DID THAT AGAIN YOU WERE NEVER GOING TO- Santa Maria….”
Your aunt stopped abruptly, staring not at you but at something behind you. You felt a familiar someone near you, and you stated quietly with a smile- “I got kinda side tracked.”
You looked up at Lance, seeing his soft smile, and you smiled wider.
“Lance… is i really you?” your aunt tentatively walked towards you, clutching her heart as she walked towards him.
“Yeah, its me Tia,” Lance said weakily, as if the amount of happiness in him was sapping his energy.
Your aunt screamed in glee, and put Lance into a bone crushing hug. You laughed, knowing that your aunt saw Lance as a son- you guys were like family.
She finally put Lance on ground as he rubbed his arms to get blood flow back there. “Come come, I just finished making dinner,” you aunt said, a smile etched on her face. You both walked over, seeing the silver baking sheets covered in assorted food; Lance was right, she did make garlic knots.
“Mijo, eat, your a twig!” she said affectionately to Lance, handing him a whole pan of food.
Lance licked his lip, clearing cant waiting to eat. You were hungry as well- you hadnt eaten anything all day, and the hunger had just caught up to you. You grabbed for a bread yourself, and your aunt hit your hand with a spatula.
“Ow!” you yelped, grabbing your know throbbing hand, “What was that for!”
“You were gone for 10 HOURS! No, you can wait- not until you change into something other than THAT!” she said, aiming her spatula at you like a weapon and motioning to your bathing suit.
“Its a bathing suit, Tia” you said, “its something that your suppose to wear at the beach.”
“But you need to cover up- especially around this one,” she looked at you while pointing the spatula at LAnce, who was currently stuffing his face.
“I think she looks great,” Lance said after he swallowed a huge chunk of bread, giving a smug look at your body. You blushed, feeling that maybe it would be a good time to change- your aunt had just whacked Lance on the head with the spatula and Lance gave out a yelp.
You shook your head and laughed, going into your room.
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You turned on the light, the warm glow illuminating the walls. Your room really had no concept- it was just a mess of things that your owned and liked.
In front of you was your window, opened to let in a breeze. The lacy white curtains curled lazily in the breeze. Your closet was open, relieving a mess of shoes and shirts. The far sided wall was painted with stars and constellations, that glowed in the dark. Your bed was blue, covered in pink, green, and white assorted pillows that said “Whatever” and “Shooketh” and other wierd saying you thought were funny or just cute. The walls were covered in snapshots of star constellations and Star Wars posters. Next to your bed, was another curtain- it was red, clashing with the pastel colors of your room. Yes, your room was messy and maybe a little hard on the eyes but- you liked it. It was yours.
You stepped over clothes strewn on the floor, grabbing your phone and playing hit on your favorite playlist, not noticing the quiet voices in the kitchen.
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Lance had just explained to your aunt were he had been, giving her a quick run down. He didnt give her more information than he gave you- he felt it would be wrong to tell your aunt first instead of you.
“So- how has y/n and you been doin- since I….you know….” Lance asked, finishing off his 7th garlic knot.
He was worried about you- he knew you too well. The fact you guys had fought hurt him alot, but he knew it would hurt you worse.
“Ay mijo… she wasnt doing well, not at all,” she replied sadly, putting down the towel she was using to clean her hands.
“After you left, she went into a sadness. She was crazy, not the same- going around, crying, yelling at officials saying that they needed to work harder to find you. They gave her a deal and said that she could come back in the next year- how I heard she was acting, shes blessed to have a second chance”
Lance gulped dryly, noticing how dry his throat was.
“What else happened?”
Your aunt continued, “The town was just as sad as she was. Your family mijo- they were heartbroken. But y/n- you would have thought you had died. After what happened to her parents-she had already lost so much, and then losing you… I think it was too much for her.. She stayed in her room all day, never came out, and wouldnt eat. I think she barely slept. I never knew what she was doing, but that was when she put up that red curtain- I never checked what was under i. I didn't want to look into her private things…”
“A red curtain/” Lance looked up quickly, feeling more guilt washing over him. How could he do this to his family? To the girl he loved? And he never realized it?
“Si, mijo… near her bed- maybe you can talk her into showing it to you. But please-” your aunt graped LAnce’s hand with both of hers, “don't tell her I told you this. She would be so mad at me.”
“Of course,” Lance smiled sympthatically at her, patting her hands with his free one.
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Lance walked into your room, seeing you lay out clothes on your already messy bed. You pulled a earbud out of your ear, smiling at him.
“Been stuffing your face?” you smirked at him.
“Ha funny- but your not wrong,” he laughed weakly, watching you sadly. How could his happy-go-lucky, sassy, beautiful y/n been depressed over him a year ago? He couldn't see it- he didn't want to see it.
“I just wanted to put something on sorta nice, ya know? You know Auntie, shes crazy over looking presentable over guests- Im surprised she didnt care about what she was wearing when she saw you. What did she say about your suit thingie? That thing, not gonna lie, its a little wierd- What are you doing?”
You stopped abruptly as you turned to look at Lance. He was staring at your wall, your secret, private wall- the curtain was open-nobody was allowed to touch it- especially- him-
Silence filled your room. You felt guilt, shame, dread, and even fear fill up inside you.
“What are you doing?” The room felt still as you whispered those words harshly at him.
“I-just-y/n- what is this? How do you know about-”
Your “secret wall” was covered with a map and black and white pictures of the Blue Lion, Lance, Pidge, and Hunk on the day they had gone missing. All of them were quick snapshots, some fuzzy, some as clear as day- alot of them looked like they were from secruity cameras. All of them had red string going from one picture to another, sharpie circling important spots, and sticky notes.
Lance pulled one sticky note off, the words on it clearly spelled out ‘Voltron?”, as if the sticky note itself was confused on what it was.
“How do you know about this? y/n?” Lance’s starined voice hurt you, and it hit you like a pile of rocks. You were looking at your feet, feeling as if again your world had fallen around you. You had worked so hard to keep this a secret.
“Lance- I-” you began, realizing it was a lost cause to lie- he would see right through it.
You walked towards him, Lance’s eyes covered in confusion.
“The night you left- I-I followed you. I knew where you were going. Pidge had invited me to help her at night before because she would sometimes need help with her machines, but she was good at covering up her tracks. The only thing I accidentally saw was the word “Voltron.””
“So, that night, I followed, you, to make sure you didnt do anything stupid- which you did. After the explosions, I tried to follow you, but you had already were gone after I recovered from the sound. I went inside to maybe find you, see if you went inside too- I wish I didnt- cause after that you were gone.”
“I started- feeling the Garrison was doing enough to find you. I spent months telling them my story, but they did nothing. I was- failing classes, because I was going and stealing information off the Garrison.”
Lance gasped, scolding, “y/n!”
“I know, you laughed, “bad, right? Well, they found me out one day- I was printing off a picture of something- i dont know- another snapshot of the Blue Lion? I dont know- anyway, they called me in and started inerrogating me. They realized i knew too much information, and after I said that I was going to call in the government and tell them what they were hiding- the Garrison freaked out. They let me off the hook, and said I could come back whenever I could- I think they just didnt want me to sell them out.”
“So yeah- came back home- and started doing this-” you motioned to the board. “This was all I would do. I just wanted to find you Lance.” you turned to the board, facing away from him because tears were threatening to spill.
“I was lost without you.” you voice hitched, giving away the tears that were slipping away. You felt hands around you, and grabbed them like you needed them to help you stand up. You smashed into his chest, filling yourself fall part.
“God, Lance, I couldnt think, “ you cried, “I didnt know what to do with myself. Everyday- it was the same and I couldnt do it. I couldnt do it anymore. Please dont leave. Please dont say goodbye. dont go back.” you cried, grabbing his neck like your life depended on it.
Lance’s heart gave a violent throb. He had seen you cry- but never seen you breakdown. He grabbed you tighter, knowing he had to go, there was no way out of it- but he didn't want to leave you- knowing you would be this upset and depressed-
“Come with me,” he said, so quiet you were the only that could her him.
“What?” you asked, feeling you eyes itch with puffiness.
“Come with me, the Lions are stationed at the Garrison- thats where were staying at! Y/n Im so sorry I did this to you- I hate seeing you cry….”
He pulled you into another hug, and you realized how much you loved him- he cared so much about you, and how you could have ever been angry at him for leaving made you angry at yourself. But going back to the Garrison? You were scared- so many bad things had happened there, you didnt want to relieve that again…..
“I know your scared, but itll be okay, this time Ill be by your side the whole time- I promise,” he said, almost as if he was reading your mind.
You stayed quiet, still feeling uncertain.
You pulled apart from him,, dabbing your noise with the back of your hand. “Let me think about it, kay?” you asked him, giving him a smile.
“Alright,” he replied sadly, and left your room, knowing that you would make your decision soon- you never liked to dwell on things for too long. You closed the door, locking it.
The Garrison? Again? You did miss learning about space though...and you'd be able to be with Lance and your friends again…..
You sighed, thinking, “What am I gonna do?”
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Lance walked out to see your aunt feverishly doing the dishes.
“Did you see it, mijo?” she asked quickly, walking towards him.
“Yeah, I did.”
“Well- what was it?” she asked fear and hope filling her eyes.
“Well, um- “ Lance started, feeling as if maybe he shouldn't be the one to tell her, he paused thinking of a way to not tell your aunt outright but not lie to her at the same time.
“Lets just say- it involves a Lion.”
And right when he said that, you had walked out, wearing something all too familiar.
You were wearing your old Garrison jacket and pants, and you had put your hair into a sleek bun.
“A blue Lion to be exact.” you smiled, looking at Lances beaming face.
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Oh mierda- oh shit
Feo- ugly
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