~Voltron Oneshots 2!~

Farming

Lance!
Keith!
PTSD!

"You're just going to hide on this farm!? The war is still happening Lance!" Keith fires.

"Just because we can't form Voltron doesn't mean we can't be a team!" Pidge counters.

"I'll ship you some of my new recipes!" Hunk had cheered.

He shakes their voices away and drives the hoe back into the ground. Lance and his siblings are digging up new ground to expand the field. He's never been more thankful for a distraction than he is right now. His monthly call with Hunk had just ended and his emotions are everywhere.

The big man has scored another alliance through his culinary art. They've been making ground on expelling all violent Galra forces. Pidge is in space with him, offering tech support to any that ask. He's also gotten an update on Keith, who's been climbing the Blade ranks. Shiro is the pilot of the Atlas, now the best weapon they have against any foe. His heart clenches at the thought of Voltron. At the thought of Allura.

"How about you take a break Tío, I'll take over." His nephew, gently pulls the tool from his hands and gives him a smile. Lance gives the teen a nod and walks toward the house. The porch is old and the white paint is beyond peeling. It feels like yesterday that the family had painted it.

He collapses on the stairs and squeezes his eyes closed. She saved the universe, but why did she have to break his heart? Why did he have to watch her die? Why does he have to have Altean marks?

"I think you have a visitor Hijo." His father's voice pulls him out of the spiral. A boney hand clamps down on his shoulder and another ruffles his hair. He pulls his face from his knees and squints down the driveway.

A small ship has parked just out of the way from any cars. For a moment he can't place whose ship it is. His heart sinks to his feet, there's Galra attacking and I don't have my bayard. His armor is hidden from sight, buried deep in his closet.

The ship opens and he's on his feet, digging through the gravel fiercely. He's met with one Blade suit, and he skids to a stop. "Lance?" His voice calls and the mask disappears. Shiny black hair blows in the wind, he's never been so happy to see that mullet.

He scans his former leader. His eyebrows are knitted high, but there's a giant smirk that plays on his pale features. "Keith!? What are you doing here- I thought-" Lance rambles, offering his arm. Keith wraps his gloved hand around his and smiles. "I just finished a mission with my platoon, so I wanted to visit."

Why does Keith want to visit him? Lance has to look up at him now, something he'll never get used to. "Come- come- my family will want to know who landed on their lawn." The brunette calls, pulling Keith along.

The McClain clan have all stopped their chores and have gathered on the porch. "Hijo! Who's this young man?" His mother calls, instantly opening her arms and giving Keith a hug. Scarlet consumes Keith's features as he awkwardly pats his mother's back.

"I- I'm Keith Kogane Mrs. McClain. It's nice to meet you." It takes everything Lance has in him to not laugh at the sight. "This is the boy Tío was talking abo-" Rachel covers her son's mouth and laughs. She pulls her kids and her husband away, back into the new field.

Rosa, Lance's mother, finally pulls away from Keith and gives him a smile. "Maybe you can get him to rest." She mumbles, but Lance hears and groans. His father looks at him and smiles, patting his mother's shoulder. It warms Keith's heart.