LANGST ONESHOTS

im nothing

Lance knew he was nothing special. He knew he was useless and unimportant. He knew that team Voltron didn't need him. He knew that he would never be anything. He knew he was nothing.

"LANCE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!!"

Lance jerked to attention at the sound of Hunks voice. Mierda. He had dozed off again. This time he had almost gotten hit by the ion cannon. He saw it prepare to shoot again and quickly flew Blue away from its line of fire. This was the second time that he had drifted off today. He was so pathetic.

"LANCE! GET TO PIDGE!"

Shiro's voice shook him to attention. He couldn't afford to doze off or get stuck in his head right now. He was engaged in a battle. Zarkon had sent huge ships to the Castles location for the third time this week. Allura still didn't know how he always managed to find them. But the lions were getting tired of the constant attacks. They never had time to recharge.

Pidge was aiming her cannon at the smaller fighters, taking them out at incredible speed with her vines and hadn't noticed the second ion cannon aiming right at her. Lance was the closest to her. He pushed Blue to her limit and sped towards Pidge. Rocketing through the ongoing battle around them he reached the Green lion and slammed into it, knocking Pidge clear. The cannon fired.

"Lance!!" Was all he heard before...

Light.

Blinding light.

Pain.

Pain.

and then

Black

Darkness

~Three days later~

Lance fell forward out of the healing pod and into Hunks arms. He was weak and couldn't stand on his own. His muscles ached and his head was pounding. Great, he couldn't help thinking, just more things that will slow me down.

"Buddy, you ok?" Hunks kind eyes were fixed on Lances face. Lance raised his eyes and, with great effort, smiled up at his yellow-aesthetic friend.

"Yeah, buddy. I'm fine"

Hunk carried Lance to his room and lay him on his bed, placed a bowl of space goo in a bowl next to his bed and left the room, switching off the lights before closing the door. Lance groaned. He sat up and just stared at his hands. Fat fingers, he thought. God, I'm so ugly. No wonder they don't love me. The Cubans muscles were still aching but he pushed off his blankets and stood up, slowly.

He bent down and picked up the bowl of space goo Hunk had left. Straightening up he sniffed the concoction. He nearly threw up. The smell of food was revolting. How had it gotten to this? Lance shuffled to his bathroom and made his way over to the toilet. Lifting the lid, he dumped the contents of the bowl into it, closed the lid and flushed the green space goo out of the Castle.

Lance slowly moved over to the mirror set ontop of his vanity. He looked awful. He hadn't been eating and it was becoming evident. Luckily the pod had fixed the dark bags that had taken up residence under his eyes due to lack of sleep. 
Lance just stared at his reflection. Weak. Pathetic. Fuck up. Useless. Worthless. Disappointment. Childish.
Lance raised his hands to his face and placed them on his cheeks. Then he ripped them down his skin, his sharp nails tearing into his flesh.
He grimaced. Pain. But Lance never really felt that lately. The pain was always dulled. Feeling agitated, Lance kneeled down and opened his cupboards. Reaching past all his facial products and cosmetics his hands closed on a small bag. Pulling it out Lances face betrayed the ghost of a smile.
He stood up and opened the bag. He emptied the contents of the small bag next to the sink. Blades of all shapes and sizes. Lance picked up a particularly small blade and after inspecting it, rolled up his sleeves and placed it into the skin of his shoulders.

Red

The colour was so beautiful. It was the colour of love, the colour of warmth. The colour of a certain paladin. Keith. But it was also the colour of blood. Of danger and of warning. 

Lance loved the colour red. 

The blade sliced easily through his skin. But it wasn't painful. There was just enough sensation that Lance knew it was there but there was no pain. And Lance deserved pain. He pushed harder with every cut. And with every cut, more blood spilled. 

Lance smiled. Pain. He could feel it. But there wasn't enough. Raising his hand higher he brought the metal down. Hard. Then Lance passed out. 

~two hours later~ time skip brought to you by the sanity of a gremlin

Lance groaned. His head hurt and his shoulder was throbbing. He placed his hands on the tiled floor of his bathroom and attempted to push himself into sitting. But his arms were weak and they wobbled. Lances chin connected with the floor. 

Sighing Lance resigned himself to rolling onto his back. He had cut deeper this time. He must've lost more blood than usual. 

Allura's voice came through the speakers situated in the corner of the bathroom, "PALADINS, REPORT TO THE DINING HALL"

Lances eyes widened. Hijo de puta. He needed to get up. Lance tried to stand again. This time he put less pressure on his arms and used his knees to aid himself. Finally making it to a standing position Lance put his hands on either side of the sink and when he saw his reflection, it all came rushing back. 

His face had symmetrical scratches on his cheeks, the result of his nails. Lance squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fists. He exhaled slowly. Opening his eyes, Lance turned on the tap and splashed water into his face. Carefully cleaning the scratches on his face with the water before reaching into his cupboards and selecting a few cosmetics. 

Once his face looked normal, Lance set to work bandaging his cuts. He would clean them later. Right now he had to get to the dining hall. Once the cuts were bandaged and Lance had gotten dressed, he left his room and trudged to the dining hall, too tired to move quickly. 

"LANCE. Where were you? Why did it take you twenty minutes to get here?"

Allura stood in front of him, hands on hips. Lance smiled weakly. "Heh, sorry princess. Had to look my best" He finger gunned her but she just snorted in disgust and turned away. "Well, either way, you have missed dinner."

Lance looked down. Oh well. It's not like he needed it anyway. It was just extra weight. He pursed his lips and hurried to his place at the table, next to Keith. The red paladin was looking at Lance strangely but when Lance made eye contact with him, he looked away. Allura cleared her throat.

"Right. Well. Shiro and I have figured out how Zarkon always knows our location. Keith, please come here." 

Lance, shocked, turned to the dark-haired boy next to him. Keith stood slowly and walked around the table to Allura. The Altean princess grabbed his hands and slapped handcuffs she had been holding behind her back, onto his wrists. 

"Keith. 

Is. 

A.

Traitor."

....

WHAT

So comment for part two I guess? 

Tell me what you think. This is my first time writing Langst so if u have any feedback i'd love to hear it.

xx cya- keef

*yeets self onto bouncy castle*