Voltron One Shots

LANCE X READER

~Smut Scale: 0~
~Langst because I for some reason love hurting this poor boy~
~however, if dreamworks keeps forgetting about him and Hunk Ima curb stomp someone~
~Trigger warning~
|WHISKEY LULLABY|

The old bus rattled along the dirt road. Lance almost couldn't remember the last time he made this drive.

That was a lie. . . he remembered the day he left like the back of his hand, leaving you under the willow tree outside the old house the two of you had bought together, and now he was finally making his way back home after two years of service.

He looked down at the tattered picture in his hand, the one of the two of you laying together on the porch after you first moved in.

"-ance. Lance!"

The brunet looked up to see one of his old cabin mates, Rolo, standing over him.

"It's your stop man, go get back to the lady you're always talking about."

Lance looked out the window to see the old yellow house with peeling paint and unkept flower beds outside. It looked the same as it did two years ago, almost like he never left.

"Thanks man, don't be a stranger, okay?"

Rolo nodded and gave Lance a salute as he stepped off the bus.

The willow tree swayed in the wind and the air smelled fresh. It was nice to not have his head filled with the fumes of gun powder and stale bread.

Making his way up the front steps, Lance entered the house. Pictures of the two of you lined the walls. Some were old, dating back to when you first met, others were older, from the wedding and the honeymoon in Cuba.

"(Y/N)?" Lance called into the house.

He heard your giggles coming from further inside and he let his bag hit the floor with a thump, making his way down the hall to the master bedroom.

The door was slightly ajar, and inside you were laughing happily.

"(Y/N), I'm home." Lance said, pushing the door open.

The smile on his face faded after seeing the sight in front of him.

You were laying on the bed, dressed in only your undergarments with a shirtless man next to you. What made it worse was that it wasn't just any man, it was Keith, Lance's best friend from childhood.

Lance felt an invisible fist clench around his heart and without saying a word, he made his way back out the front door and jumped in the old Jimmy he bought himself several years ago.

"Lance!" You called, running after him.

You needed to explain, you needed him to listen! He was finally back after all this time and the first thing he sees is you in bed with another man.

You couldn't imagine what he was thinking.

She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away, a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough, to get her off his mind
Until the night . . .