Hey so this is gunna be kinda me self projecting bc today I was hanging out with a group of friends that I've known for 6 years and we stopped to get a drink and I literally gave one friend the drink they asked for and then went back inside to get my own and they just… left. Like they all just left without me. And nobody noticed I was gone. And I just walked to dinner and all of them where sitting there talking, seats taken and I had to sit on the end and they even had the audacity to say "where were you?" In almost an angry voice and it just hurt so much bc I had to play it off bc I'm supposed to be the funny, dumb, care free one of the group and it just… hurt. It hurt so freaking much. And when I write these fics I usually tend to self project a bit on some of them (I guess that's why I write them and why they come it pretty good) but this ones going to be a lot bc I just need an outlet rn so I'm just going to apologize in advance that this might be a little ranty. So sorry. Anyways, here the Langsty Fic

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The 5 Paladins of Voltron ran through the Galra base. It was the main headquarters, Zarkons own ship. They were on an important mission, one that had to be executed perfectly or it would all be for nothing and they would be doomed. They all had their own parts to play and some of it required splitting up. So, split up they did.

The two tech wizards, Hunk and Pidge, went together to hack into databases and any rogue sentires in order to allow others access to different parts of the ship. The two fighters and pilots, Shiro and Keith, went together to take down some large equipment and destroy one of Zarkons major weapons he had been working on. And Lance, well, Lance was sent off alone to fight from the side lines and keep sentries from getting near the others. He didn't have a big plan or mission, he was the least important part in it all. It was nothing new. Lance was used to being the outsider, the one left without a real job. Probably because he had no real, useful qualities. He was easily the worst and least important Paladin of the team.

His only job was to be a look out so he sat crouched in a small room that was about the size of a broom closet with his gun ready to fire. Everything was going smooth for the most part. There had been a couple problems but nothing major enough to ruin the entire mission. Pidge and Shiro where on the coms talking to each other about where they needed to go with Keith and Hunk occasionally chiming in. Lance stayed quiet. He didn't want anyone to know where he was. Plus, he had nothing important to say. He didn't want to take up the comms if he wasn't going to be useful.

Usually he would make a joke every now and then but earlier he had made a joke and everyone quickly snapped at him to shut up and get serious so Lance decided not to bother trying to lighten the mood up. Over the comms Lance heard them arguing a bit about where to go and what to do. That's when an alarm went off.

"Get out of there! Someone's going to come in any second!" Pidge yelled to Keith and Shiro. Clearly they had triggered some sort of alarm.

"Wait, we have to finish, we're so close!" Keith yelled back. Lance grimaced. There was no way this was going to end well. There were sounds of footsteps and alarms blaring through the comms. He heard a bang and a gunfire. A large scream went through his ears. Someone had been hit and it sounded pretty bad.

"Keith's down! He's been hit. Everyone back to the green lion immediately!" Shiro ordered as he hefted Keith up and started to head down to the Green Lion. Everyone agreed. There were sounds of heavy breathing and nervous footsteps as everyone raced off to where they had left Green.

Lance slowly stood and looked out the crack of his door making sure no one was around. He didn't want to run straight into someone and get hit. He looked down the empty hallway. The coast seemed clear. He walked quietly out to the hallway. He heard quick footsteps getting closer to him. At first he was worried it was the Galra but as he ran down the hallway he saw flashes of different colors and he realized it was the rest of the team. They were too far to notice Lance in the hallway. He was about to call out to them but saw sentries gaining on them as they ran past.

Lance stayed quiet but continued to follow them down the other hallway. He heard the others in his ears again.

"How's Keith? How bad was the hit?" Pidge asked.

"Not great. It got him pretty good. We need to get him back to the castle and into a cryopod immediately." Shiro answered.

"Green should be just around the corner," Hunk huffed back, the running making him low on air.

Lance was about to yell to them on the comm, tell them he was almost there, that he was right behind them, but he felt a cold chill behind him and all the hairs on his neck stood up. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. It was her. The witch. It was Haggar. There, right in front of him with her cloak billowing around her. A cold smile sneaked across her face.

Lance stood petrified, his mouth wide open in shock and terror. He raised his gun at her but one swift movement of her hand and his gun was tossed across the room. Lance was going to scream for help but Haggars hand suddenly flew upward. She squeezed her hand and Lance felt like something invisible was gripping at his throat, barely allowing him to breathe let alone talk.

In his helmet the sounds of footsteps and doors rang through. He could here them getting into Green. "Go! Go!" Shiro shouted doing his best to put pressure on Keith's wound and stop the blood. Pidge jumped in the pilot seat and took off. Lance could hear the engines go and the lion roar.

They were leaving without him.

Haggars face twisted into a cruel smile. She knew. Somehow she knew. Lance fell to his knees. They had left. They had been so worried about Keith and his injury and getting him back to the castle they had forgotten about him. Not once had they checked for him or to see where he was or how he was doing. They were too wrapped up in their own thing and in each other to make sure the fifth and final Paladin of Voltron was okay.

All it had done was confirm Lance's thoughts. They didn't need him, they never did. And they never actually cared about him. He was expendable, he could be easily replaced. He wasn't important enough to the team, to them, for them to remember him at such a necessary time. He always knew that but now it was confirmed. It was true and nothing Lance could do would deny that fact. He was the fifth wheel, the outsider, the one left out.

Lance sunk down to the floor, eyes watering, his throat still being choked by Haggars powers. Haggar inched closer and closer to him, her smile getting creepier with each step. Lance knew this was the end. Haggar had him in her clutches and no one was coming back for him. No one even bothered to stay for him.

Lance let his body lurch forward, barely keeping himself from flopping on the ground with his shakey arms. He sat on all fours as tears flowed out of his eyes. There was no point in trying to hold it in anymore. He had given up. He had given up on hope that they would always be there for him. He had given up on hope that they would come back or that they would never let anything bad happen to him. He had even given up on the idea of life because once Haggar had him, he knew it was the end. But most importantly, he had given up on hope that he mattered.

After all, if he did matter, they wouldn't have left him behind.