Langst oneshots? Probably.

When words turn to daggers.

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A battle had started between the Galra and Voltron. Everyone was going against each other, there was no peace, no pause.

They had barely enough time to form voltron and when they did, they were immediately separated by a large ray of white.

The large ray of white broke them apart and forced them to fight individually. No one minded, per say, they were mostly afraid of what they had just be shot with.

Lance wasn't as worried about the blast. He probably should've been, as it would effect him most, but he wanted to win the battle.

"Paladins, retreat! They're too powerful," Allura yelled through the coms. Lance wanted to ignore it, keep fighting, but he knew he couldn't. So, instead, he finished off another small ship and headed back to the hanger.

When he got out of his lion and into the living room, he was met with disapproving looks.

"Lance, when we say to retreat you have to go. You can't just stay there for a while longer," Shiro states firmly. Lance felt his stomach churn but nothing bad happened.

"Got it, Shiro," he said back, smiling goofily.

Shiro was quick to retort though, "no, Lance. I don't think you do. You could've been seriously injured. Then what would Voltron do? We need all the paladin to form Voltron, not just a few of them!"

That's right. I'm only here to form Voltron and pilot blue.

A sharp pain goes through Lance's arm, But he ignores it. It's probably nothing, probably something stupid. Something dumb, like Lance.

Another sharp pain, but on the other arm. Lance ignored it again and listened to his teammates compliment each other.

"Good job, Pidge. Up high," Hunk exclaimed, raising his hand for a high five. Pidge happily gives it to him and compliments him back.

Lance looks at the other teammates and sees that their all asking to each other. He almost goes over to Hunk and Pidge when he feels a drip of something wet go down his arm.

He looks down at his sleeve and notices a red substance on it. Panicking, Lance hurried out of the room, into his own room, and into the bathroom.

He shrugged off his jacket and took off his shirt. Two cuts, one on both sides of his arms. They were bleeding pretty heavily and Lance felt... worried.

Lance bandaged them up and moved on. This probably wasn't anything important. Probably not a big deal.

Boy was his wrong.

The next day, as Lance went to go wash his shirt and jacket, and all the other dirty clothes he had, he got insulted by Allura.

He was called childish, an idiot, and so much more. None of it was said to his face, though. It was Allura talking to the mice. Lance couldn't understand what the mice said back to Allura.

A sharp pain had went through his stomach and Lance made a pitiful joke inside his head about him not being supposed to have periods. Lance felt worse after making it, though.

While washing the clothes, he heard Pidge talking to Hunk. Hunk was cooking and, quite obviously, no listening. Pidge was on their computer, typing while talking.

"I mean, Lance is so annoying. You can agree, right," Pidge had said. There was no response and Pidge didn't seem to mind that. "He just so loud and— ugh! His jokes are the worst!"

Lance felt a sharp pain on his calf but, yet again, ignored it. Then he heard Shiro and Keith talking.

"He needs to practice more," said Shiro.

"Yeah, he does," Keith had responded.

"He's not going to be any use to the team if he can't fight well. If he can't shoot well! He'd be practically useless! And we'd then have to kick him off the team!"

No response.

Lance felt his heart shatter and his breathing become ragged. Lance walked away, careful to not make any noise so that no one would know he was there.

A sharp pain on his stomach again. This time, Lance felt something in him ache. He coughed up blood and rushes back to his room.

Lance, being frantic and worried, put bandages on shakily. They weren't well done, but they'd do the job.

Lance then laid in bed and felt himself slip out of consciousness. And when he slept, he realized he didn't want to get up.

That's how it went for the next few weeks. Lance would get insulted and he would get hurt.

It went all the way to Lance leaving the room when he knew he was about to get insulted. Lance could tell when he was going to hear hurtful words from his friends.

Lance was tired of it. Of everything! But what could he do... he had a universe he had to defend.

So, Lance continued losing blood slowly. Lance had started to feel light headed a certain Tuesday afternoon, but ignored it.

Maybe it'd get better, that's what it usually did. It would hurt or make Lance feel light and then Lance would be fine. Lance got used to it.

"Pidge, you look weird without your glasses."

Not really an insult, more like an observation. Allura has said it, not thinking over her words at all.

Pidge hissed and grabbed their arm. Something seemed to sting. Allura lifted Pidge's sleeve up and a small gash was made.

Pidge gasped, "this was Haggar's doing."

"W-what," stuttered out Allura.

"Yeah, that spell she cast a few weeks ago! That caused this," Pidge held their hands out and smiled. "We figured it out!"

Coran walked into the room, "maybe we should get everyone healed, so that any unknowing injuries could be healed."

"Great idea, Coran," Allura clapped her hands together and called all the paladin into the med bay. "And! Lance can't be late because he'll be with us!"

A small gash formed on Lance's forearms and what the healing pod would do sunk in. The others would know about everything.

Lance didn't think he could handle that. Lance liked it when no one knew, it would be better that way.

After all the others were healed it was Lance's turn. The other paladin stared at him, waiting for him to get it the pod.

Lance stared back and feared. His heart raced a little and he started to shake. He didn't want to do this.

Shiro ended up pushing him into the pod and Lance felt himself go into a half-sleep. He could hear and stuff, but he couldn't move or talk or anything else.

"He should be out soon, like us, right," asked Hunk.

"Obviously," stated Keith.

"Actually, guys... he'll be in there for about a week. There's too many injuries. There's so many," Coran butts in.

Lance heard the others gasp. And a little less than a week later, Lance came stumbling out of the pod and into Keith's arms.

"What could've caused this," Keith asked Lance. Lance looked off at the side. They really didn't know.

"It happens when words turn to daggers."