Langst: One Shots!

A Work Of Art

Modern AU ⚠Mentions Suicide
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As the "Voltron Squad" drove downtown to visit Lance, Pidge couldn't help but feel like something was off.
"Just chill Pidge! Lance is fine." She frowned. "If he was fine wouldn't he have answered our calls and responded to our texts?" This brought an uneasy air around Shiros car. "Well he is an artist remember?" Pidge frowned but nodded. "You're right, perhaps I'm overthinking." But even as she thought that, the feeling didn't go away. She picked up her phone and decided to call Lance one last time. Ring, ring, ring. "You have reached the voicemail box of, Lance McClain. I'm busy at this moment so leave a message after the beep." Beeeeeep. Pidge sighed and pocketed her phone tapping her fingers on her leg. After a few minutes she grew impatient. "Are we there yet?" Shiro shook his head and continued driving. She huffed and threw her head back against her seat.
"Pidge, I know your worried about him. We all are, but please try not to injure yourself." Shiro calmly noted. She rolled her eyes. "Shiro he's like a brother to me.... Him going silent on us for two days is very questionable." Just as she said that, they pulled into Lance's driveway.
"We're here." They all sat in silence for a minute before exiting the vehicle. As they got closer to Lance's front door, Pidge suddenly grew sick. She paused at the door and held up everyone else.
"What's wrong Pidge?" Hunk asked worriedly. They all knew that Pidge doesn't really get sick but she was so pale it was a concern.
Meanwhile Pidges mind was racing. A flash back to a conversation between her and Lance not too long ago. Two days ago actually.
"I haven't been feeling well lately." Lance spoke as they sat in a cafe. Pidge rolled her eyes. "Are you sick or something?" Lance shook his eyes, never taking his gaze away from the busy road outside. "No I'm not sick physically..... It's a different kind of sick.... And I'm going to be leaving soon. Just after I finish my last work of art." Pidge rose an eyebrow. "Off to visit your family again?" Lance chuckled almost sadly. "Yeah..... Visiting again.... Listen Pidge," He grasped her hands holding them tightly. "If anything happens just make sure that everyone functions right okay? Promise?" Pidge grew uneasy. "What do you mean. Y-Your being weird. What's wrong?" Lance just squeezed her hands and stared at her with a serious face. "Just Promise okay?" She slowly nodded. "Yeah, okay, I promise." Lance gave her a smile and everything went back to normal.
Pidge shakily opened the door taking a step in. As she realized what Lance had truly meant she sped up. Soon running upstairs to his room. "No. No no no no no!" She gave a sob and stopped at his bedroom door. She heard the others pounding after her but she didn't care.
"Please don't tell me..." She whispered, tears streaming down her face. Mind screaming at her not to open that door but she ignored it. She turned the knob and let the door swing open. "Lance?" She weakly called for him. There was no answer. The room was neat, a portrait newly done but she ignored it.
She ran and opened his bathroom door.
As the others looked around and started going upstairs, they heard a scream. They bolted up the stairs towards Pidge. They entered Lance's neat room and heard heartbreaking sobbing echoing from inside the bathroom. They entered to find Pidge cradling a bloody armed Lance on the ground. A blade lay near the door, its sleek metal surface covered with crimson red. It sickened them. One by one they all joined Pidge on the ground, crying over their lost friend. Lance had finished his new masterpiece. On a canvas of tanned paper he drew in red dozens of lines, some dark, some light. Lance had finished his masterpiece and left like he had told Pidge. Funny how the smartest person in their group couldn't figure out Lance's hint at death.
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Idk why I keep killing him but ya know, it's Langst for a reason so. Peace ✌