Langst One-Shots

Lance?

《Pidge has invented cell-phones for the team. Contains self-harm/depression/suicide》

♡Regular text is actions/thoughts
♡BOLD text are Keith's messages
♡ Italic text are Lance's messages

-Keith's POV-

My phone dinged, and I groaned, slowly rolling over and squinting at the bright screen.

1 new message from Lance

I scowled. Lance, it's like 3am! I texted back angrily, Why the hell are you up? There was a pause before Lance's response filled the screen. Oh, did I wake you from your deep, eternal, emo slumber? I huffed. Yes, you actually did. Go to sleep, it's way too early for this. I flung an arm over my eyes, muttering angrily. Nah. It's never to early to annoy you, Mullet.>:) Why you, Lance McClain? There was a slight pause.

Yeah. I'm sorry about that.

My eyes widened as I read Lance's message. Are you.......okay? I texted back slowly. What? Of course I am.... I leaned against the wall of my bedroom. If I was up, there was no point in trying to go back to sleep. So, idiot, did you wake me up at 3am in the morning just to annoy me? No, of course not, Mullet! I'm offended, did you REALLY think I was that insensitive? I could hear Lance's laughter echoing over the phone. Yes. Any more stupid questions? I rolled my eyes, frustrated. Bubbles popped up on my screen, indicating that Lance was typing. How can I be a better Paladin? My eyes widened, and I reread Lance's message twice to confirm that he had actually sent me that. Why do you want to know? You're already a fine Paladin. My nose scrunched up in confusion.

Sure, if you mean the flirty, annoying, useless Paladin, then yes. I'm doing FANTASTIC.

What the heck was happening? Lance, what the heck are you talking about? Lance responded almost instantly. It's not a secret that you all hate me. I'm not the smartest, but I'd have to be blind to miss the looks you guys give me. I ran a hand through my hair. I can't really blame you, though. I wouldn't put up with me either. A strange feeling shot through my chest. Lance, what the quiznak is going on?! My hands shook slightly, You're not useless! And we DON'T hate you! Are you drunk? A faint laugh twinkled down the hall. Nah. I'd KILL for a drink right about now, though. I grabbed my jacket off the wall, slipping it on. Lance. Come over to my room. Now. I texted quickly. Why? You're obviously not okay. Just get your butt over here. I bent over and pulled my boots on.

Um, I can't.

What do you mean, 'can't'? I sighed exasperated. I'm a mess. I stood up, irritated. I don't fucking care. Get your ass over here! I paced around my room, slightly anxious. No. Lance's answer shocked me, sending a deep pang of sadness through my heart. Then I'm coming over to your room. I opened my door and slipped out into the hall, silently. My phone vibrated harshly. NO! I'm fine! Just-just give me a minute. I crept down the hall, stopping outside Lance's door. Nah, I'm already at your door. I slipped a hand onto the control panel nearing the door. NO! KEITH I SWEAR DON'T OPEN THE DOOR! I'm opening the door. I texted back, fingers dancing across the keys on the panel. I'm going to stop texting you now. The door began to slide open. KEITH NO WAIT I'M NOT READY!!!! The door slid open, and my phone slipped out of my hand, clattering to the floor.

"L-Lance?"
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-Keith's POV-

I bolted down the halls, sprinting towards Shiro's room. I pounded on his door, frantically pacing in front of the door as an exhausted Shiro appeared in the doorway. "Keith, what-" I cut him off. "Where do we keep the regular bandages and first-aid kit?" I asked impatiently. "Um, they're in the top cabinet in the kitchen, why?" I spun on my heel, a hand clamping down on my shoulder. "Keith," Shiro was deadly calm, "What happened?" I flinched. "L-Lance, he-" I trailed off.

"He hurt himself."

Shiro's face widened in surprise. "Wait, like-" I slipped out of his grasp, taking off down the hall. "I have to go, there's no time!" I skidded into the kitchen, tearing through the drawers until my fingers closed around the First-Aid kit. I ran back to Lance's room, blood roaring in my ears. I quickly slid inside the room and locked the doors.

"Lance?"

My voice was soft. "What, Keith?" Lance sighed, curled up in a ball. "We need to get them cleaned." Lance shook his head.

"I'm fine."

He said, sitting up. "Really?" I breathed, "Then why did you do this?" Lance laughed tiredly. "It's nothing new," he shrugged, "I'm fine." He stood up, his wrists dripping red, thick droplets of blood splattering on the floor. He plastered on a smile. "You can go, I'll be fine." I growled, sticking my face in his. "I'm not leaving you after you slit your wrists." I hissed. Lance flinched. "I said I'm fine." Lance said coldly. His wrists were still bleeding, blood flowing faster. "Lance! This is serious!" I grabbed the bandages and wrapped his forearms, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Don't ever hurt yourself again." I growled. Lance tilted sideways.

"I'm sorry."

He whispered, falling to the floor. I stumbled at the sudden loss of weight, and my heart stopped. The bandages around his wrists were soaked with red, and blood blossomed through his jeans on his thighs.

"Dammit, Lance!"

My voice shook. "Why?" I scooped Lance's body up in my arms and took off down the hall, stumbling towards the healing pods. Shiro ran after us after I passed his door, and his gaze widened. "Oh." He whispered, voice barely audible. Shiro took Lance from my arms and sprinted to the control room, propping Lance up in a pod. I pressed my head against the glass of the pod, staring into Lance's closed eyes, wrists and thighs pumping red.

"Oh, Lance."