There is a saying on earth, that misery loves company. Lance supposed that was true. He had
never really felt the need to tell others his problems. I mean sure sometimes he jokingly
complained about training or some other stupid thing, but its not like he truly minded. Lance
was an athletic person, he had always had some training or another. I mean how does everyone
think he got into the garrison, I mean he was smart enough to keep up with hunk and pidge, but
he thought everyone knew that his true talents came with his physical capabilities, and his
strategy expertise. Lance had been through two degrees in college for phycology and strategies,
not that he had told anyone... So, when the others seemed to all gang up on him at once, he of
course assumed that they were doing it to try to get rid of him, that was the most plausible
course, but something in him said it was his fault. Maybe it was one too many times of pidge
calling him dumb, or Keith saying he was weak. It could have been that one-time Shiro yelled
too loud, or Allura ignored him, or Hunk kicked him out of the kitchen. He didn't know, but he
did know that he couldn't tell the others. Lance would like to say that misery loves company,
but that would be a lie, all misery wants is to end itself. Lance gave misery what it has always
wanted.
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Langst oneshots
FanfictionI am doing a 30 day writing challenge and I really connect with Lances character so I thought I would dedicate these to him. Prepare for sadness and heartache.