The next morning Lance is angry and sad, but somehow numb. He gets up and goes about his day. No witty remarks. He doesn't argue with Keith. He doesn't joke around with Hunk. He is not all there. There is no doubt something is wrong.
Lance is so done with everything. He gets weird looks because he just listens. He does as he is told. The once exuberant and over dramtic cuban boy fails to say a word. His face stays stone cold. He hides all the pain.
He can't remember his youngest brother's name. He never got the chance to learn his neice's. Lance is the first at the training deck for group exersize. Getting in a little extra hand to hand. If he ever wants to be good enough he has to train. And work.
"Okay paladins," Coran begins explaining the exersize, "just do what we did day one, protect eachother."
Lance tries he really does, and he gets yelled at when he can't protect Keith, or Hunk. But he is the last one standing, until he just drops his blaster and let the stupid robots shoot the shit out of him.
Lance sighed, going up to the balcony of the castle.
*Ya'll the scuicide trigger begins here*
Lance huffed, hot tears spilling as he approached the small, thin brick wall. He leaned up against it. Lifting his body with his hands. Lance pulled himself up into a handstand. It was an odd theing to do when your thinking about what he is but, sometimes you just want a moment to be silly and fucked up at the same time. Lance bent his elbows and hopped up onto his feet. Pacing slightly. Jumping and sticking his feet over the edge.
He heard someone walking behind him.
"Lance what are you doing?"
"Nothing Shiro just.."
"Lance, are you okay."
"Not really"
"Lance hey, get down."
"Okay"
And then without a second thought Lance pivoted on his left foot. And just let gravity take him. Air swinging his hair about. He could hear Shiro, half crying half screaming his name. And then it all went dark.
I ligit am dieing. I worte this after writing a four hundred page essay. And holy fuck, I have a hundred words left to write for my school thing. Ima do it at school 2mrw lol. Also, is that shance I smell
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Ask And You Shall Receive (Langst/Klance)
FanfictionLance isn't good enough. So he changes, laughs and smiles fade into cuts and nodding. (Inspired by a tumblr post because im trash) And maybe, he jumps. And he heals. But another life is taken for his. And maybe just maybe, Lance McClain can heal and...