Langst One-Shots

Oh, Happy Dagger

Author's note: I'm not dead, and you know what that means; I'm back, baby, and I'm gonna make hell rain down on my precious baby blue.

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• Third Person POV •

Lance never meant to fall in love.

He never wanted to ache over someone he could never have, especially not the hot-headed, wild card of a boy named Keith.

Yeah, that was definitely not on his bucket list.

Lance knew that the heart worked in mysterious ways, why else would he have fallen for the ex-Red Paladin? Although Lance wasn't perfect, he wasn't blind to the truth, either. He knew just how deadly love could be;

And how far people would go to end the pain.

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• Lance's POV •

Space was utterly empty.

Well, that was obvious. Space was space, after all. My eyes trailed along the string of stars that hovered just outside the castle, fingers pressed along the edges of the window.

Empty, just like me.

The thought was sudden, but the dull ache in my chest was proof enough to mark the statement true. "God, I'm starting to sound edgy, like Keith." I groaned, sliding my gaze across the observatory. My words echoed faintly, bouncing off the walls in organized chaos.

Keith

Keith

Keith

I narrowed my eyes, slipping soundlessly from the nook and gliding across the observatory floor. "Even the walls of this place strive to remind me of him-" I mumbled, running a hurried hand through my hair.

This castle was empty, without him.

Now, I knew the castle was far from being devoid of life, but the atmosphere lacked the lively presence that once took flight inside. Voltron wasn't Voltron, the Paladins weren't the Paladins, and the people, oh, the people; they weren't alive.

At least, I wasn't.

I shook my head, an attempt to silence the painful thoughts. "Get yourself together, McClain." I inhaled, "It's not like the world ended, when he left." I shivered, the walls of the castle yawning and creaking. "Because it didn't." I forced myself to walk, fingers trailing along the cold metal corridor,

"Because it didn't."

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▪ Third Person POV ▪

Hunk supposed this was the first time, the first in a very, very long time, that he had ever truly faltered when it came to Lance. Sure, the Yellow Paladin had worried for his friend, had panicked over his health, had stepped in to avoid a devastating outcome, but he had never dealt with something like this.

Lance had disappeared.

No, not literally. Hunk knew this, of course, but it scared him to the core. The former Blue Paladin had disconnected from the world the second Keith had left the castle- Lance was here physically, but very much absent mentally.

God, it terrified Hunk.

As the leg of Voltron, Hunk knew how important it was to hold someone up, to keep them from falling, to be the person who cared when nobody else ever did; and he had been supporting Lance far before they ever flew to space.

But not through this. Never through this.

For yellow was aware just how dangerous it was to become detached, to lose sight of the world in front of you. He had watched it play out, time and time again; watched them laugh, watched them quiet, watched them fall.

And he knew that Lance was teetering upon the brink of his own destruction.

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He hurt.

His chest was caving in upon itself, invisible vines snaking around his heart and piercing his flesh with its thorns. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to speak, it to hurt to smile.

It hurt to live.

The blue paladin was tired, tired of making his deflated lungs fill and his bleeding heart feel. Lance ached with an emptiness that no amount of sleep could fill, that no hands could warm. He was devoid of any life, any bit at all-

Except for the flowers.

Lance loved to live in denial, pretend that the wild tangle of vines was only a figment of his imagination; that the bloody petals at his feet had to have come from a plant, and not from inside his broken heart.

Hanahaki worked in mysterious ways, after all.

It worked until the death.

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sorry it's so short;;