Langst One-Shots

Notification

《Hey, I don't like making the team the bad guys, but here, I had to. Sorry. Contains depression/Suicidal Thoughts+actions.》

-Lance's POV-

I stumbled out of the pod, rushing forwards towards the ground in a burst of speed, a strong pair of arms wrapping around my waist and hoisting me upright. I blinked groggily against the bright light, forcing myself upright and into a standing position. "Thanks." I mumbled, my vision clearing to reveal Hunk.

"No problem."

He smiled. I sighed and looked around at the others, their burning stares searing my mind. "Um, are you-" I was cut off by Shiro. "What was that, Lance?" Shiro stated, deadly calm. "Your recklessness almost cost us the mission!" I flinched. "Sorry, I-" "Save it, Lance." Allura growled coldly, "We don't want your apologies. We want you to do your job as a Paladin correctly!" I averted my gaze. "Yes, Princess." I whispered, forcing a smile.

"I'll do better next time."

I trudged out of the room, keeping my fake smile plastered on my face. I quickly changed into my regular clothes, distracting myself from my previous encounter with my teammates. "What a surprise, Lance McLame screws up again!" I thought sarcastically. I fell onto my bed, staring up at the darkened ceiling.

"Almost cost us the mission!"

"We want you to do your job as a Paladin correctly!"

My chest tightened, and I rolled over onto my side, pulling my knees to my chest. I closed my eyes and buried my head in my lap. "I'm sorry." I whispered, and drifted off into a fitful sleep.
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-Third Person-

Lance stayed in his room for the majority of the day, desperately trying to collect himself enough to get in an okay mood. Keith was training, oblivious to the fact the Lance had awoken from the pod. The others were gathered in the dining room, silence filling the air.

"I wish Lance would grow up." Allura grumbled, swirling her water around in a cup. "He needs to step it up, he's not working." Shiro growled, "He needs to get his head in the game and stop goofing off." Coran shrugged, passing by. "Besides a few terrible jokes, I think he's okay." The others weren't aware of Lance standing in the doorway, eyes downcast. Pidge snorted,

"Lance spends more time in the healing pod than he does fighting."

Lance flinched, his voice soft.

"Oh."

Lance's body was shaking, his eyes dull. Everyone whipped around, eyes widening as they saw Lance in the doorway. "Lance, I-" Pidge began, Lance cutting her off. "I-I just remembered that I left something in my room." His voice wavered, and he quickly turned around, his hand harshly wiping at his eyes. "Lance-" Lance hurried down the hall, leaving the dining room quieter than it had been before his arrival.

Lance stumbled through the halls, vision blurred as tears built up in his eyes. His breathing was choppy, and his blue eyes were shining with unshed tears. I'm such a screwup. Lance's thoughts echoed like gunshots in his mind. Lance turned the corner, slamming into Keith.

"Watch it!" Keith growled, stopping as he noticed Lance, who was picking himself up from his position on the floor. "S-Sorry." Lance whispered, silver tears stark against baby blue. "Lance? Are you okay?" Keith asked cautiously. Lance didn't respond, roughly dragging his jacket sleeve across his face. "Yeah." Tears streamed down his cheeks from under his sleeve,

"I'm fine."

Lance left abruptly, silver teardrops splattering to the ground, leaving behind a trail. Keith tightened his grip on his bayard, hearing the distant sound of Lance sobbing, "Blue, please open up..." Keith stormed down the halls, stepping into the dining room, fuming.

"What the f*ck did you do?"

Keith growled. Pidge flinched. "What do you-" Keith glared. "Don't bullsh*t me!" His gaze was cold, "What did you guys do to Lance? He just ran into the Hangar sobbing!" Hunk stiffened, and Allura averted her gaze. "We may have been talking about Lance, and he overheard." She whispered. Keith tensed.

"Are you kidding me?"

Keith was beyond furious, face bright red, "He woke up from the healing pod after getting shot in the abdomen twice, and you're telling me that the first thing you did was point out every flaw he has?" Keith was shaking, fueled by rage. "I'm terrible with other people, but even I know that was a low blow. A very low blow." Keith wheeled around on his heel,

"And now our teammate is sobbing in his lion."

Keith exited the room, the other Paladins staring after him in shock.

What had they done?

Keith trekked through the corridors, slowly making his way up to Blue, who was curled up in a protective position. "Blue, is Lance okay?" Keith asked quietly, resting a palm on her nose. Blue rumbled, a deep sound. Her jaw opened up, a ramp extending into her maw. Keith hesitantly entered the cockpit, freezing when he saw Lance curled into a ball in his pilot seat.

"I'm such a screw-up." He whispered, "That I managed to ruin everything." He laughed, "You picked one crappy Paladin, Blue. Maybe you should rethink your choice." His voice shook.

"I'll be leaving soon, so you'll need a new one anyway." Keith straightened, his eyes wide. "L-Lance?" Lance shot up in his seat, hair askew. "K-Keith?" Keith slowly approached Lance, who was staring at the ground.

"What do you mean, 'leaving'?" Keith's voice was soft. Lance smiled, "Nothing." Keith ran a hand through his hair. "It's not nothing," he sighed, "And we both know it." Lance's smile faltered.

"I'm going to kill myself."

Lance's voice quivered,

"Everyone just gave me a notification of that."

¡A/N: I'm not sorry. Anyway, I'll be taking REQUESTS from now on! I have a couple more chapters pre-written, but I'll try to write your idea if you have one. (I'll credit you, no worries). If I write yours, it may not show up until later but eh. Note: I may have already written your idea, so also bleh. Gracias!¡