HOLY FUCKLE SUCKLE! We got to over 300 reads and that just makes me so happy! I'm finally gonna write some Langst so enjoy!
Lance was always hated. He was the worthless and most replaceable paladin out of all five. Everyone never payed any real attention to him. Most of the time whenever Allura even talked to him, it was nothing more than a "shut up, Lance!" kind of sentence she said to him.
Lance had given up. Shiro was never gonna notice him. His hero since he was young, never really cared about him. Lance wasn't even the true blue paladin. He was just a placeholder for the real blue paladin.
Whatever Lance did, Keith did better. Whenever Lance got hurt, Keith got Shiro's attention first. Keith always had Shiro's attention. Keith was always Shiro's number one paladin.
Lance tried hard. Whenever they got a rest day, everyone would just assume Lance was in his room being lazy. But he actually would always sneak off to the second training deck that no one knew about.
Lance would train for hours upon hours on end. And every time he finished training, he would pass out on the cold floor. Lying there for who knows how long.
Lance trained all day everyday. Maybe if he became more like Keith, Shiro would pay attention to him. Maybe even praise him for once. After all, Lance was just the seventh wheel.
Lance learned things after weeks of being on team Voltron. His jokes only got exasperated sighs and eye rolls. His attempted playful flirting with the princess, only got him a cold stare from her.
Lance knew nobody liked the REAL Lance McClain. The boy that always had a smile on his cheeks. The boy who always cracked a joke. The boy who kept everyone's spirits up.
So Lance locked him away. Lance didn't smile anymore. Lance didn't flirt with Allura anymore. Lance didn't pick fights with Keith anymore. He just kept his mouth shut and followed orders like a good little boy.
At first, everybody was relieved at this. They got tired of Lances jokes and constant flirting. The first week, no one said anything about the sudden change of behavior from their fellow paladin.
But then they didn't see Lance around as often. Lance didn't care though. Lance McClain was gone. He was locked away in the chest of Lances heart. Now he was Lance, blue paladin of Voltron and sharpshooter of Voltron.
No one had seen Lance in Keith's. He would be there for team training and missions, but that was it. Lance had a new routine now. He woke up, did the team training, went to do his own training, ate dinner, and then his own separate activities in his bathroom. They weren't the good kind of activities either.
Every night after everyone went to bed, Lance would slit his wrists repeatedly. Lance never wore short sleeves anymore because he was scared he would get caught.
After 3 months, the team started getting worried. Worried about Lance. They hadn't seen Lance smile in months. They hadn't heard him say anything more than a "yes sir" for weeks. They hadn't gotten to enjoy his stupid jokes for what seemed like years.
So they all tried to get the real Lance back. They invited him to do activities with them. Hunk would ask Lance to bake with him. Pidge would ask if he wanted to see her new tech work. Allura would ask if he wanted to braid her hair and do Altean face mask together. Even Keith would offer Lance the chance to spar with him.
But none of it worked. Lance didn't know who to be anymore. The cutting got more bad by the day. Lance trained harder and harder. Now Lance could shoot a Galra soldier without even looking. Lance was like a carbon copy of Keith now. After a while everyone just stopped trying though.
