Voltron Oneshots

I hate guns

Trigger Warning: suicide, harsh language and PTSD

For Lance guns were never a good thing, the word itself sent shivers down his spine. Thought you couldn't blame him, his brother died by a gun that he aimed at himself. Yet, here he stands on an alien ship with a gun in hand. This is going to be fun.

"Um...hey Princess, y..you don't think I could... you know....change weapons?" Lance said, as tries to hide the growing shake in his hands.

"No you can't." she stated with little to no emotion in her voice.

Lances face drooped slightly, but before anyone could notice he replaced it with 'confident' smile. After everyone had been given their bayards it was time to retire for the night.

He found it funny how the weapon he has to use everyday is the one thing he fears most, 'why could I have been give a sword like Keith, why did it have to be a gun?', this is the question that keeps playing over and over in his mind until he lets the darkness of sleep consume him.

—————— time skip ——————

The next day was hell for Lance, they had training all day and to know what that meant? Using a gun, what fun. Right?

Wrong. Lance was an absolute mess, for the life of him he could not keep the dam weapon in his hands. For quiznak, he couldn't even shoot a target. Any time he tried to all he would see is that day....

Flashback

Lances older brother Marco was a big fan of drinking, he would often get carried away and end up coming home drunk. Whenever Marco got drunk he would become angry and irrational, today was no exception.

It was 1:00am and lance was waiting in the living room for his brother to return from yet another night at the club. The front door opened and then slammed shut, lance went to greet his tipsy brother as he normally does on nights like these, but he did not expect what was to come.

Marco had pulled a gun on Lance and proceeded to yell many horrible things at him.

"You useless little brat"
"Dumb......idiot Lance, your always hic.....where y...your not wanted"

Now of course Lance was taken aback by this, sure Marco wasn't the best brother but he would never aim a gun at him. Lance began to slowly step back as to try and get away from the weapon, but it was no use because he found himself against the wall.

"Marco...put the gun down, think about what you are doing" Lance tried to reason, it didn't work.

Marco released the saftey clip and was ready to shoot, Lance closed his eyes, tears threatening to spill as he waited for the quick pain.....BANG!!!

Not expecting to be alive, Lance opened his eyes to a horrid sight. This brother lay on the ground lifeless, blood covering the floor, and the gun sat at Lances feet.

Flashback End

Lance hadn't realised that he was crying, he was so caught up in that memory that he didn't notice that he had his bayard pointed at his own head. His team were desperately trying to talk to him but nothing was getting through. In that final moment Lance confessed.

"I hate guns"

BANG!!!