Langst One-Shots

Dark Hours

-Lance's POV-

"Lance!" Pidge whined, grabbing for her laptop. I laughed and dangled it above her. "Say please!" I teased, watching her face grow bright red. "NO!" She snarled, gripping my arm tightly, her nails drawing blood. "P-Pidge?" I whispered, taken aback. "Give me my laptop back Lance!" She howled, "You cause so many PROBLEMS!" I lowered my arm and handed her the laptop. "I-I'm sorry, I was just trying to make you smile-" she cut me off, glaring. "You know how you can make me happy? SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" I flinched, chest hitching. "S-Sorry." I mumbled before walking out of the room. I turned the corner, head down, and accidentally bumped into Keith. "Oh, sorry-" Keith shoved me away. "What the quiznak? God Lance, get yourself together! You can't do ANYTHING right! You can't even walk correctly!" I spun around and stumbled down the hallway, eyes filled with tears. "LANCE!" Someone yelled, I whipped around to see the others in their armor in the control room. "Guys?" I asked, paling when Shiro marched over to me and shoved his face in mine. "Lance, training started 10 MINUTES AGO!" He shouted, "Quit being lazy and get here on time!" I shrunk down into the couch, shuddering. "Try harder, Lance." Allura stated, her face disgusted when her gaze met mine. "You need to do better! If Zarkon had attacked, we'd all be DEAD because of you!" Coran muttered angrily.

"Be more like Keith."

Hunk snarled. I shakily stood up, tears trailing down my face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I whispered, harshly rubbing the tears off my face. "Sorry isn't enough! You are a disgrace to Voltron!" I turned around, gaze on the floor. "Yes sir." I stumbled out of the room, collapsing to my knees as I entered the hallway. "God, I'm such a screwup." I cried, curling up into a ball.

"Lance."

My head shot up, and I saw my mother standing before me. "Momma!" I smiled, running towards her. "A cargo pilot?" She snarled, "I thought I raised you better." I froze. "N-No! I'm a paladin of Voltron!" I stuttered. "Really?" She sneered, "Some Paladin you are! You killed us!" My siblings appeared along with my father.

Each had a bullet to the chest.

"No, no!" I said, reaching towards them, "I didn't! Please, it wasn't me!" My team joined my family, each one of my friends coated in a slick cover of blood.

"You did this Lance. You killed us."

"NOOOOOOO!" I screamed, lunging forwards.
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-Lance's POV-

I bolted upwards, screaming into the night. I gripped my pillow, shivering in the cold air of the castle. My hair was slick with sweat, my cheeks damp from tears. "N-No." I muttered, grasping my hair tightly, tugging upwards. "No." I squeezed my eyes shut, struggling to control my ragged breathing. "I-It was only a dream." The cold silence only grew darker. I opened my eyes, sucking in air as the void of dark closed in on me, clutching me in its claws, pulling me in. I threw my blankets off and raced to my door, yanking it open and taking off down the halls. I collapsed onto the couch in the main room, curling up into a ball in the corner of the cushions, shielding myself from most outside view. The clock on the wall read 3:57 in the morning. The slow ticking of each second echoed in the empty room, amplifying each time. I cupped my hands over my ears, taking sharp irregular breaths. I stared blankly at the wall in front of me.

"J-Just a d-dream."
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-Keith's POV-

I groaned as I heard a faint slam echo in the castle. I rolled over in my bed, squinting as my blurry eyes struggled to read my clock.

4:06am.

My eyes widened, and I cursed as I slowly dragged myself to my door, opening it and stepping into the hallway.

It was empty.

I sighed and stretched, it wouldn't make sense to go back to sleep now. I was already up and half-awake. I made my way down each corridor, the chilly walls of the castle strangely dark and empty. I stumbled into the kitchen, glancing around for any sign of someone else that was awake and moving. I walked into the main room, glaring at the clock on the wall that seemed to be moving as slow as possible. I sighed and began to walk away when a small whimper caught my attention. I slowly turned to see a nearly invisible figure curled up in a ball on the couch.

It was Lance.

Lance was curled up in the corner of the couch, hands covering his ears, his eyes glassy as they stared at the nothingness in front of him. His chest rose irregularly, and he took short sharp breaths. "Lance?" I asked, inching closer to him. "I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay." He mumbled over and over again, as if stuck on repeat. "Lance?" I asked again, a little worried.

What was he doing up at 4 in the morning?

I snapped into action when Lance started to shake, curling up into himself even more, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. My eyes widened.

He was having a panic attack.

I quickly sat down besides him, drawing small circles on his back, removing his hands from his ears and holding them with my spare hand. "Lance," I said softly, "I need you to look at me." He slowly turned his gaze to me, and I flinched at the terror that shone in his irises. "Breathe." I said, "Count down from 7." "S-Seven..." He shuddered, "Six.... F-five.....f-four.....three........two....o-one." He calmed slightly as his breathing returned to something that resembled normal. "Lance." I said sternly, "What's wrong?" He looked away. "Nothing. T-Thanks for helping me." He said so softly, I almost missed it. I stood up. "Lance, I'm not stupid. You're curled up in a ball at 4 in the morning in an empty room." Lance cringed. "Oh. I, uh, wanted some air?" He shivered, my eyes catching on the shiny tracks that slid down his face.

"Have you been crying?"

I asked, confused. Lance rushed to wipe his face with his sleeve, "No." I sighed. "Whatever." I wheeled around to leave, when Lance's voice cut through the silence. "P-Please stay." I tensed slightly at hearing how desperate he sounded. "Fine." I growled, sitting on the couch. Lance just sat there, quiet.

It bothered me how quiet he was.

"Am I really a bother?" Lance asked softly, "I know I'm trouble and that I'm annoying, but, do you h-hate me?" His voice caught. I sat up, surprised. "Sure you're annoying," I sighed, "But you keep the team together. Without you, none of us would be here." Lance looked at me. "Oh." I narrowed my eyes. I knew that look on his face far too well, Shiro had the same look whenever he had a nightmare. "Lance, you had a nightmare, didn't you?" He looked away. "Yes." He shuddered.

"I'm sorry."

He whispered. My eyes widened in shock. "What's there to be sorry for?" "I woke you up," Lance said, "And now you're stuck here with me." I growled and grabbed a blanket strewn across the back of the couch. "You're my teammate, idiot." I said, throwing the blanket to him, "And you're human. I'll be here for you when you need it." Lance smiled. "Thanks." I quickly looked away, face growing slightly red. I slowly wrapped my arms around Lance, pulling him close to me. "W-what-" I cut him off. "Just sleep you idiot."

"Okay."

Lance sighed, and he snuggled into my chest.