(Requested)

Langst! x Depressed! Reader

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Depression isn't the simplest thing to describe. Whether it be quiet or internally destroying, everyone faces it once or more in their life. There are different causes for it, but it does have a root.

People just need someone.

I don't wanna be a letdown, wishing love would just figure it out for me. I'm reaching out my hand now, wishing I could just find me some sympathy.

"letdown," by: CaRter

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I wake up, I feel blue
And it's not because of you
It's the voices in my head
You've guessed it

Lance sat still on his bed, staring at the tiny clock that was hung in his room, watching the skinny hand tick away, second by second, like a steel drum that never stopped. His brown eyes dropped, the usual spark losing its shine within those pools of emotion. He wanted out. He missed his family so very dearly, the bottom of his lip trembling at an effort not to cry.

"They've forgotten all about you. No one would be happy."

They tell me to let go
Of some things for my own
You can try to block it out or face it

The Cuban boy closed his eyes, turning up the stereo even louder to the point the only thing that he was hearing were the slow, moving melodies to the song. His heart pounded in his chest, near the point of almost flying out, dancing along to the music itself.

He turned to his bedside table and glanced once at the framed picture that sat oh-so obediently, the faces that were held in the photo staring at him with upmost joy and sheer happiness. Lance sighed and laid it face-down with a quiet 'thunk,' the faces now planted onto the hardwood platform.

But I been drinkin' too much
Gettin' too high
Wonderin' that's the reason
I'm still stuck in this bed, no replies
Maybe I just need a break from
All that I am, all that I was
Take a step back and just breathe

(Y/N) set down another empty glass, staring dazed at their window, looking out into the vast area that people called "space." They gave a breath out and stepped up, pulling on a dark grey hoodie, pulling at their eyebags and taking the bottle of wine, dropping it into a bag where more bottles of alcohol were.

(Y/N) matted their hair down, staring at the pin-board, fairy lights shining on Polaroid pictures of Earth, friends, family, and special loves. (Y/N) stepped forwards and unclipped a picture of Lance from the light strand, laid on the floor and just looked at his features, and how happy he was with everyone.

Cause I don't wanna be a letdown
Wish that love would just figure it out for me
Cause I'm reachin' out my hand now, oh oh
Wish that I could just find me some sympathy

The quiet melancholic music in both of the paladins' rooms were turned up loudly, beats in sync with each other, despite having different songs. The two nodded to the rhythm, heads swaying back and forth, front and behind, right to left. Opposite sides of the castle, yet seemingly in the same space at heart.

One thing in common: everyone missed everyone. And one person can be a whole world.

Puttin' up my fences
Try my best not to knock them down
Everybody wants it
To be somebody in this big town
But I'm tired, I'm upset
I can't get out of my head
You say that it's all cool
What am I doing instead

Lance got up, heart aching. He turned off the music and slung a jacket over his shoulder, wiping his eyes and taking deep, calculated breaths. Taking a few steps out the door, and out in the hall, he broke into a run as he saw no one there.

"I need to get out. I need to go to Blue."

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I dragged my feet along the floor, making silent patterns, invisible to the naked eye. My throat hurt. Everything just hurt. I needed some fresh air, so naturally, I went down to the docking bay where all the lions were. It was an open space where no one usually went this time of day.

I pushed the buttons for the elevator, and got out once I had reached the designated floor. My movement suddenly ceased when I heard someone singing and a guitar strumming. Lance?

Bouncing on the soles of my feet, I made my way over to the Blue Lion to see Lance sitting there, eyes closed, mouth open and his hands delicately playing the wooden instrument with precision.

My mouth curved into a smile seeing him so peaceful, and I felt better. So much better than before. I knew seeing him would be good for me. Walking over, I stomped a few times on the floor, alerting him.

Lance jumped, almost making his guitar drop, and quickly took out his earbuds, staring down at me. My eyes were creased in a smile as I waved. He sighed in relief and pushed a button for Blue to let me in. I climbed up the stairs and joined him in the cockpit.

"Hey."

Cause I don't wanna be a letdown
Wish that love would just figure it out for me
Cause I'm reachin' out my hand now, oh oh
Wish that I could just find me some sympathy

We both smiled as I sat down, his hand reaching for one earbud, handing me it. The skin of our fingertips lightly brushed together as I took it, poking it into my left ear, a sweet synchronization of beats melting together and utter bliss overtook my senses, my vision dancing with white and blue hues, a constant grey looming over all of it.

I felt a finger hook onto mine and squeeze. I gave a light smile and allowed my walls to fall down, just for this one moment of time in space. Lance's guitar playing halted as his head slumped against my shoulder, a warm cheek resting on my collarbone.

We soon fell asleep together while curling my hands through his hair.