#evil!lance

“If it isn’t the witch’s new toy.”

“What do you want, Sendak?”

Sendak stared at the panting human standing in the middle of the training arena. Mere weeks after Voltron left him behind and he already had the praise of their Emperor. Sendak hated him. That boy, not even fully grown, thinking of himself so highly just because of Haggar’s experiments. The general eyed the mechanical hand the boy was so proud of. Newest technology and the witch kept updating it. Lance was staring right back, with a smirk and mocking eyes. Bluest blue glanced at the galra arm and back at his face.

“What are you trying to accomplish by training so intensely? With the weak bodies your species have, you won’t be able to go much farther.”

“Green is not your color for jealousy to be your shade, Sendak.”

Sendak growled, baring his teeth.

“What are you trying to prove, human?”

“I have nothing to prove, galra.” Lance’s smirk grew impossibly larger. “Differently from you and your obsession with proving yourself in the eyes of your emperor.”

“Our emperor.”

“Do not correct me when I’m not wrong, galra.”

Sendak immediately took action. An attack that would certainly knock that prideful human out of his pedestal… If it landed.

It didn’t.

Instead the galra found himself pinned to the floor, cheek firmly pressed against the cold ground, body immobilized. He did not know how exactly, but if the glowing hand of the ex-paladin was anything to go by, the witch’s magic had a part in it. As if reading his thoughts, the human snickered.

“You know what is you guys problem? You believe only in one type of strength. You think that once you find your type of strength, it’ll be a waste of time to learn another. You are weak, and so is your emperor.”

“You will not talk about Lord Zarkon this way!”

Sendak tried to free himself, but the jolt of pain that ran through his body was enough to frustrate his tries. Lance made sure to hit the galra’s head on the floor for good measure. Sendak had hated the human the first time they confronted each other, the stubborn fool coming out of a come just to shoot him, but then and there, pinned against the dirty floor of a training arena, the galra could feel nothing but wrathful loathing towards him. The way the human was so smugly sitting on top of him, how the human underestimated him enough to hold him down with only one hand, how the human smiled with so much amused disdain.

How he let the human do it all. How his body answered with fear. How his soul sobbed in desperate anger.

Sendak hated that human.

Sendak wanted to tear him to pieces.

Sendak wanted to send him to hell.

Send him back to Hell.

“Listen to me, Sendak, listen well.” The witch’s pet was growling each word, he truly sounded like a lion warning an annoyance. “I am not loyal to any of you, including your emperor, and the first chance I get to chuck all of you fuckers into the pits of Hell, I’ll not hesitate. Haggar is the one who I’m loyal to, and she’s the one stopping me from doing so.”

“You—!” The pressure on his head increased and he gritted his teeth.

“But not for long, I assure you, Zarkon’s pet. Soon, soon this game will have another player and he’ll make damn sure you get the end you deserve.”

Bluest blue, burning with wrath. Sendak could feel shivers running every part of his body, from his toes to the very tip of his ears. He could see it. The monster Haggar had created. The creature filled with pent up rage and a strong desire. The beast that would not stop until it got what it wanted. The galra had never felt so much fear.

“What is happening here?” Zarkon’s sudden voice alert the two of the emperor and the witch’s presence. “I came here to see Haggar’s most prized and I find my general pathetically pinned down, now that’s curious.”

Lance immediately got up, the galra finally being able to breathe properly. Sendak got up slower than the human, careful glare trained on the kneeling creature’s back, and kneeled before his emperor.

“I was training and didn’t hear Sendak come, so, by reflex, I attacked and immobilized him. My apologies, it’ll not happen again, my lord.”

Haggar cackled from her place by the emperor’s side, as if she knew what in truth happened. She probably did, Sendak hadn’t been very subtle about his distaste over the human and his position. Zarkon let out something that could be considered a chuckle.

“Do not apologize for being strong, Lance. I hope to see more of your strength in the future, hopefully not against my helpless general.”

“Yes, lord Zarkon.”

“And you, Sendak, losing for the same man twice? I expected more. Double your training, I don’t want any more failures from you.”

The galra emperor did not wait for an answer, leaving the room without as much as a second glance to his general, but he received one anyways.

“Yes, my lord.”

“My boy—” Haggar made a gesture with one hand, signaling the ex-paladin to come to her “—come with me, I have something for you.”

“Yes, mother.”

With that, the two left Sendak alone to mull over his thoughts. He had long ago stopped believing in monsters and demons, but after that, he could not deny the existence of the Devil.

The walk to the laboratory was uneventful, Lance telling Haggar what exactly conspired in the arena between him and Sendak. She softly patted his cheek when he told her that she was the one he was loyal to, thanking him with a motherly smile and filling him with warm pride.

What was waiting for him in the lab, though, was… Interesting, at the very least.

“Mother? What…?”

“This is for you, my son. The very first clone I made.”

“Shiro…?”

Lance stared at the man kneeling by Haggar’s feet. It was Shiro. Arms cuffed behind his back and a muzzle covering half of his face. Gray eyes glared his with burning wrath. Body tense, the clone looked ready to attack. Lance fully expected him to start growling. Just like a subjugated feral dog. The collar around his neck only made the comparison stronger.

“If you want it to be.”

In that moment, the clone, with a burst of sudden speed, pounced. He certainly didn’t think about his actions. Without being able to use his hands and not being agile enough to use his legs, he had no other option than throw his body onto Lance. And that was what he would’ve done, if his collar hadn’t sent a shock wave through his body.

With a muffled scream, thanks to the muzzle, he fell on the floor. Muscles twitching, he resumed the wrathful glaring.

“Sadly, it is still hostile. I was going to destroy it, but I thought you would be pleased to have it.”

“Thank you, mother.” Lance crouched down to move some of the long hair so he could see the gray eyes better. They had a yellowish tint near the pupils. “I love the gift.”

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.