#it’s a song you cry and laught at. it’s one you put on pull volume and just drown in thoughts and the beautiful vocals

[nightly-ruse]

Obsessing over Glitter by Daisy the Great

[thesunshinebunny]

HOMESICK

Request:  Can I have a Voltron request, where the S/O (female) feels lonely and nostalgic while being away from home, and to feel better she sings in her native tongue during the night, or at least while others sleep. I'm mexican, so can you put a song, only for this time, in latin spanish??? Extra points if you do it with Shiro

100000% sure that I will end up crying at the end of this request. So much fluff ahead, many tears and sooooo many cuddles.

Just for this time I’m going to use the Mexican / Spanish Latin language, any other request that wants something similar, I will write it in general. And for this big occasion, I’m going to use this song which I was waiting for time to use in a request https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfzmjgpx-VE

If you want to hear it in english, here is the original song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=onc7BXwEBbQ

Your P.O.V

How much time had passed? When was the last time you had seen the Earth? When was the last time you spoke and saw your family? How much? You could say weeks, but that would be lying to yourself. Months? most likely, almost a year, that could become the most relevant case. Being part of the Voltron Coalition it’s not something that could be taken lightly, much less being the engineer of the whole Voltron team. Although you did not walked in combat very often, you were very useful when it came to repair the lions and the castle’s particle barrier, and another malfunction equipment.

Inside you, you felt that it was a great honor to be part of this struggle and you felt a great need to help the most in disgrace; but every time you saw a child return to their respective family you could not help but feel a knot in your throat. You missed your mother’s hugs, your grandmother’s homemade food, the hair pulling of your nephews, the nights when you stayed awake watching movies with your brothers, your father’s advice. ‘Fuck’ you missed them a lot.

One more day came to an end inside the castle and therefore, your work as an engineer too. The lions had not suffered much damage in their last attack by the Galra on a rebel planet, so you only did a maintenance check and decided to leave the minimum repairs for the next day. Coming back to your room, you met up with Hunk, who was holding a plate of goo food.

“Hey Y/N I brought you some food, I figured you’d be hungry after this long day” He was a very sweet cinnamon roll, always caring for others.

“Thanks Hunk, I really appreciate it” although your voice sounded sweet, your look didn’t express the same, today was those days where you were too melancholic to work or even put a smile on your face.

“Ehhh Y/N…are you ok? Do you feel well?” no matter how friendly Hunk was, bringing him up your problems and your sadness would not help at all, it would make him sad and the both of you would end up around a pool of tears and their cries would attract the other paladins and the alteans and all would end up crying … no, it was better to leave things to yourself for the moment.

“Y-yes, yes! am ok, just a little stressed, I’m going to eat this and then I’m going to throw myself in bed and sleep like the sleeping beauty. G’ night”  You closed the door of your room before Hunk could wish you good night.

“Good Night” there it was. You heard him behind the door and then walk away down the hallway.

What you said about the food it was a lie, you were not in the mood to eat even a spoon, so you left the food next to the door. You fell heavily on your bed and you had thought to sleep until the war ended when screams took you out of your thoughts.

“YOU WILL REGRET FOR THAT LANCE”

“In your dreams mullet!!” it seemed that Lance had gone back to make Keith’s rage fly through the sky.

“What just happended?”

“Lance wanted to bake his grandma cookies and dropped that ‘flour-ish’ thing on Keith’s hair”

His grandma. Shit, he must have missed his family too, he even wanted to try baking his grandmother’s cookies. Nothing could be more cute and sad than that. That kind of act…like, remember his warm famility by cooking….it was so sensitive.

Remember…Yeah you remberber your mother´s laught, you remember how you loved watching her dance in her long colorful skirts, you remember the orange lilies on your feet, the petals falling on your (h/c) hair when your nephews ran over them. You remember how you loved sitting by the fireplace on cold days, with your father and grandfather playing the guitars, you remember the first time you held a toy guitar and you thought you were a star just like your father. You remember how every night your family sang at the table after dinner and you used to sing at the top of your lungs to be heard. You remember the first time you sang when your voice changed, a sweet, warm and simple voice that your family always admired and that you wished they would continue admiring.

A tear ran down your cheek at these warm memories and, as if fate were pleased by you, you felt within your jacket the only artifact you could bring from Earth, in which there were photos of your family and a lot of songs from your hometown. You came up with that one specifical song wich always managed to lift your spirit back in the Garrison.

Deep inside you wanted to press the logo of the song asap, but with the thin walls of the castle, you knew that the moment you played the song at high volume someone would knock on your door asking you to turn down the volume, while wouldn´t let you enjoy it as much as possible.

So, you grabbed the artifac, call it cellphone, along with a blanket and left the room. You inspected the corridor trying to find someone in it, the same in the common rooms, but seeing that there was no sign of anyone around and that the castle was completely silent, you went to the Bridge. You got as comfortable as possible, wrapped in a blanket and sitting in front of the huge crystal window that overlooked the dark space.

Shiro’s P.O.V

It was one of those nights where I couldn’t fall asleep because of stress. We were in constant battles and little time to rest, even in that times I kept awake designing new battles tactics. Stress was playing a trick on me lately and as long as I continued like this, I wasn’t going to be able to lead the team. I rolled on the bed several times trying to find a good position for the sleep to arrive more quickly, but my thoughts told me that it would not be possible.

I decided to go train for a couple of minutes, try to tire the body until sleep finally arrived. On my way out, I heard the sound of trumpets, follow by guitars in the background. At first I thought it was just my imagination and that I was really tired, but the melody continued for a few seconds, and in a moment two voices rose over the music, one male and one female.

“Recuerdame, hoy me tengo que ir mi amor...”

‘that was...spanish? I know Lance is cuban, but the man singing isn’t him’ I thought. Although that voice was unknown to me, the female voice was much more intriguing; It was sweet and warm, like it was dedicating the song to someone special. Consumed by the beautiful voice, my feet moved alone towards the room where the music came out. In the Bridge, I could see in the distance a small seated figure, surrounded with a blanket, looking into space, so didn’t see me enter.

As I approached, I could see that the one who was sitting was Y/N, her (h/c) (h/l) hair falling like a little waterfall on the blue blanket.

“A solas yo te cantaré, soñando en regresar”

Although I couldn’t understand her language, I could sense that it was a song of love and sadness at the same time. I sat down, caring not to make a noise, prey to her beautiful voice and let her continue singing. It would never have occurred to me interrupting her.

“Si mi guitarra oyes llorar, ella con su triste canto te acompañará...”

I could not tell if I had seen well, but I could see her face for a brief moment reflected on the crystal. She seems like she was crying. The lyrics ended for a few seconds, leaving again only the melody.  

“For even if am far away, I hold you in my heart. I sing a secret song to you, each night we are apart”

‘She start singing in english’ Her words were like a faint whisper, almost inaudible, but those were the only words I could understand of the song, even not being in it. And were those that made me realize ... she was homesick. She missed her house, her family. The lyrics played again and with it the voice of Y/N rose again, this time with a little trembling. My old doubts were dispelled, she really was crying. I would have liked to hug her in that moment, hold her against my chest and stroke her hair, telling her that everything would be fine; although the last one could be a big lie.

But ... I wanted her to finish, I knew that the song was important to her, and even if she ended with a choked voice, it would be good for her.

“Hasta que en mis brazos estés”

That's when she broke down. From her lips came small sobs and her cry quieted the music that was still playing on her cell phone. I could not stand it anymore. I stretched my arms towards her and snuggled her onto my chest. Her face was wet with so many tears and her hands gripped my vest firmly. Her face turned to mine and I could see her teary red eyes.

“Sh-Shiro?”

“Shhhh...it’s ok, you can cry, let it all out Y/N”

She wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me as she dropped a waterfall of tears. I felt how my vest got wet from her tears, I stroked her hair and wipe away her tears from her cheek. We stay like this for a long time, Y/N had stopped crying a few minutes ago and stood still in the same position, running her fingers over my chest.

“I miss my family Shiro, I miss them so much” I could feel a knot in her throat, preventing her from speaking clearly.

“I can tell, I miss mine too. I didn’t have the opportunity to communicate with them when I hit Earth” now it was me who had a knot in the throat, but I had to be strong, for Y/N.

“I’m sorry to hear that”

“It’s ok to feel homesick for time to time. Next time, you can come talk to me or just come to my room to cuddle, my door will always be open for you” I placed a strand of hair behind her ear and pinched her on the cheek.

“Thanks Takashi” I felt like my heart skipped a beat, it had been a long time since someone called me by my name and that it came from a warm voice like hers, it also made it melt.

“You’re welcome” I holded her more tight in my arms “By the way...you sing so beautiful, I didn’t know you could speak spanish”

“Oh...yeah” her cheeks were dyed in a soft blush “I’m from Mexican, spanish is my native language”

“Well, that song definitely melted my heart, could you sing me something else one day?” with that Y/N showed her most radiant smile towards me before putting her head back on my chest.

“Claro”