#dark!lance

Lance was far quieter that normal.  Hanging back in group discussions, talking only when asked or the conversation turned to him.  Usually with short replies, that in hindsight were vague enough that they sounded right or correct.  And actually bared little input into anything.

Nor was he as cheerful as usual.  He didn’t greet people passing in hall with a small nod, salute, or greeting.  Just sort of walked on by like no one was even there as he stormed about.  And waving anyone off if they greeted him.

He was weird with everyone close to him.  Not in a extremely noticeable way that one couldn’t chalk up to one thing or another.  But it was like he half cared the other Paladins, almost like a show.  He was venomous towards Keith, dismissive towards Allura and Coran, sharp with Hunk and Pidge.  And perhaps undermining to Shiro.

And any time Veronica, or any of his family, so much as touched him, it looked like it made his skin crawl on contact.  Lance seemed to shy and hurry away from it.

It all started when Shiro noticed Lance drop into a fighting stance Shiro knew all too well.

Shoulders tense, left foot forward as his right dropped his weigh low.  Positioned for a quick weight shift forward. His right arm raised to strike, hand pressed flat, fingers together.  Everything ready to charge an oncoming threat…

Or fighter.

Not a stance Lance normally took...like ever.

“Relaxing,”  Lance answered simply as he dropped his head back a bit to stare at the engine room ceiling from where he was standing.  But he barely actually looked at Shiro.  “The humming...it helps put me at ease.”

Shiro hummed lightly as he watched the other.

Finding that for once since they picked Lance up from the planet he crashed on after being attacked, Lance was telling the truth.  The whole truth.  Instead of something that felt like thinly veiled half-truth to Shiro.  Or a vague enough answer to sound like correct.

After a moment, Lance turned to look at the ex-Paladin with a lazy look.  “What about you?  What are you doing here?”  He asked in a casual manner.

“Pidge picked up a strange signal broadcasting from the engine rooms”  Shiro stated easily.

It wasn’t a lie.  Pidge had picked up something strange unknown signal broadcasting out of the engines room.  Completely unlike anything anyone had seen before, including Coran and the handful of other Coalition members there.  Shiro had gone to investigate the source, knowing Lance was there, while Pidge and Sam tried to figure out what it was.

He watched Lance carefully as he spoke.  

“You haven’t seen anything weird, or someone unusual shifting around?”  Shiro asked.

“Aside from a the Captain of ship,”  Lance teased, with a small grin and breath of a laugh as he turned more towards Shiro.  “No, just me.”

“You usually aren’t down here either.”  Shiro returned.

“That you know of.”

Lance grinned widened into a coe looking smirk before he winked at Shiro.

Then he snorted and chuckled to himself as he moved to lean against some of the pipes behind him.  Crossing his arms as he did so.  Looking far too smug and confident about everything.  Like he knew just how well that worked.

It was so wrong.

Lance flirted sure, all the time.  Bravo and confidence almost over the top, easily noticeable masks to anyone paying attention.  But Shiro knew Lance turned into a mess when he actually flirted with some he liked.  He’d been on the receiving end of some very bad, but adorable, verbal and physical stumbles.  

This was too sure and easy.

“Well, I can’t broadcast a signal, so clearly I’m not the source.”  Lance huffed after a moment with a roll of eyes.

Shiro didn’t think Lance was the source.  He was pretty sure that he was behind it’s sudden appearance though.  And he knew what was sending out the signal, what it was, and where it was going.

“Never said you were the source.”

“Just stating the obvious.”

Shiro hummed again with a small nod.

The air between them suddenly feeling like a tense game of chicken.  Seeing who would swerve first and reveal the intentions first.  And Lance looked acutely aware to the air around them.

“Alright, well,”  Shiro huffed out like nothing was wrong.  Easily walking towards Lance to continue down the aisle of pipes  “I should continue looking for the source. Can’t be too far, Pidge said it was in this general area.”

Pidge did no such thing.  The signal was too different and large for her to actually pinpoint where it was coming from.  At least not beyond the engine room of the Atlas.  But Lance don’t know that.

Lance watched Shiro lazily as he advanced.  Doing little to move from where he was leaning against the pipes.  Not does he jump to help Shiro or anyone in the search like he usually did.  Rather just watch Shiro near him.

Then he suddenly grabbed Shiro’s left wrist, yanking it sharply towards him.

Before Shiro could ask what he was doing, Lance’s lips were on his own.

He was kissing Shiro.  Left hand sliding against the older’s jawbone as he angled Shiro’s head.  Tilting his own to comfortably kiss Shiro, and run his tongue along his lips.  Taking the smallest openings to advance in with a sharp yank on the back of Shiro’s neck.

In a quick motion, Shiro was turned and slammed against the pipes.

Lance completely and eagerly pressing his body against Shiro’s.  Shameless moaning as Shiro’s body gave into him.  He took Shiro’s left had to his back end, before both of Lance’s hands flew up to Shiro’s collar.  

He pulled away for small gasps of breath.  Diving back in for another kiss at a different angle before Shiro could recover enough function to ask what he was doing.

Then something beeped loudly behind Shiro.

“Locked on and receiving transmissions.  Good work, Champion.”  a grainy female voice crackled through what sounded like an old radio.

Shiro pulled away from Lance at the sound.  Half shoving the younger off and away from his body as much as he could man.  Doing his best to turn and look at the pipes behind him.

“Wha--”

Pain exploded in the side of Shiro’s skull.

It caused him to drop to the floor in a daze.  He realized his head was slammed roughly into the metal of the pipes.  And the sight of Lance’s boots is the only thing that swims in his field of vision as he tried to grabble around.

“Dammit!”  Lance’s voice hissed sharply above Shiro.  “Not how I planned that going.  Well lemonade out of lemons.”

“You’re not Lance.” Shiro stated groggily.

It earned him a swift kick to the jaw.  

Shiro rolled with the hit.  Flopped onto his back with a small groan at the force if it.

“Oh no, I am Lance.”  Lance chuckled as he walked into the upper corner of Shiro’s vision.  

He reached his left shoulder, hand twisting at nothing.  Then suddenly the familiar blue and white armor flickered away.  Replace with a what Shiro could only think Galra Paladin armor would look like.  Black, and dark purples and blues, with accents of red, with some kind of yellow circular device on Lance’s shoulder.

Lance moved to squat down beside him.  And his face was different too.  A long jagged scar ran over his right eye.  From the center of his forehead to about the corner of his jaw.  And his hair was a little longer and farless well kept.  

“I’m just not your Lance.”  Lance continued, bringing his right index finger up to bop Shiro’s nose.

Shiro felt sick at the familiar sight of black fingers and silver thumb.

“You know, I expected more from you...being this reality’s Champion, and all.”  Lance growled out roughly.  “Guess this reality is full of disappointments.  Night night, Captain.”

And the last thing Shiro saw before pain of electricity coursing through him, was Lance’s wicked grin and a purple glow.

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AN: So remember when I talked about Evil!Lance a while back.  Well this a blurb fic from the idea.  Cause I don’t think I have the time to give it full fic it deserves at the moment and I wanted to exist.  If you have any questions, you can shoot me an ask, I’ll answer it with no regards for spoilers.  Also you can check out my Notes in the AO3 Link, cause I explained more background in regards to Lance.