Fandom One-Shots

4|Voltron|Screaming

Langst

Published On: June. 21, 2018

There he was.

Just- staring at the grey and blue ceiling. Lying on the soft blue cushions of his bed.

Wallowing in his own filth.

Just thinking.

But what was this blue boy thinking about, anyway?

The fact that he isn't feeling good about himself. The fact that his best friends aren't taking him seriously. His family. His emotions. The war. Earth. His loneliness. The team.

His family.

His emotions..

The war...

Earth....

His loneliness.....

The.... Team..

The team.

The LOVELY team.

The more he thought about their actions against him... the more anger and sadness pulsed through his veins.

Yes, they were good teammates. Yes, they were good people. But they didn't know that the more they treated him as they are doing now, the more less the blue paladin thinks of himself.

They treat him like he doesn't know anything.

They ignore his true feelings.

They don't even acknowledge much of his heroic feats, that he legitimately risked his life for.

All this team does, is treat him like a cocky brat that doesn't know any better.

Yet he still chooses to be the playboy, the cocky unreliable playboy, so they won't suspect anything out of the ordinary. So they can just get on with their lives, knowing that "Lance is still Lance, the goofball."

But he isn't. He isn't just a goofball. He is a person, who is unnoticably being brought down by his own team, his friends, as they just make fun of him.

His body shook with emotions. Ready to claw themselves out. Crying just isn't enough. So the brunette got up, grabbed his bayard, and dashed to the training room.

No one was there, thankfully.

His breathing was wavering, and his heart thumped against his chest, and beat loudly in his ears as he started the training sequence.

His breathing quickened, and his heartrate rose. For a little while, Lance was doing well. He shot down the things he was supposed to, and sheilded himself accordingly.

But then, he messed up. The short range robot had thrown him across the room, and said something towards him that was.... really unexpected. Either that, or it was just the blue eyed boy's imagination.

"Give up. You'll never be like them. All you ever do is mess up. Idiot."

Lance froze. He stared at the robot, as memories flashed through his mind.

About him being yelled at by the black paladin, being made fun of, not being taken seriously... being alone... his family once again...

All the names he was called was playing over and over in his mind like a broken record.

Rage filled and glossed though his eyes.

He grabbed his bayard, turning it into a sword, and stood up. He breathed heavily, and charged at the robot yelling, without thinking.

He slashed at the robot, their swords clanging together, being the one of only noises to accompany his yells.

Which turned into screams, that molded themselves into words.

The blue paladin was screaming all he ever wanted to say to the others.

Without even knowing, his face had tears cascading down his cheeks. His voice was breaking.

And the paladins were just watching from afar, not knowing what to do.

All they could do was watch the blue paladin tear himself apart, through fighting and pain.

Through his screaming.

Word Count: 555