Dancey Lancey

My Voltron fic ideas centred around Lance (Multi Shipper, probably a lot of nsfw both smut and angst)

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CW: MCD, demons, supernatural reference 🙀

Lance didn’t know a lot. He knew nothing about how to build a toaster or how wifi worked, nothing about chemistry and he only just got by with math. He wasn’t logically smart, he was more in tune with people and emotions. But even then, psychologist defiantly knew more than he did.

There was nothing Lance knew that no one else didn’t, especially seen as he told his twin sister everything, no matter how embarrassing.

Except…

Lance never wanted to acknowledge what happened when he was nine and his beloved dog Mitsy died. He didn’t want to believe that the man he saw was real, that his eyes didn’t lie about how the others were so inhuman. He remembered the man’s name only because he kept seeing him in nightmares, remembering his words everything something went wrong,

“Just call out and I’ll be there, I’ll give you anything you want. I’m sure you understand.”

Lance didn’t at first, and when he did he denied it and shoved it down as hard as he could.

But then Hunk got hit. Not just with anything, but a giant metal fist from an armoured Galra that broke his ribs so badly they shattered throughout his lungs and… he didn’t even have much time to gasp and feel fear before his heart bailed out.

Lance was clutching his face, begging him to come back, too scared to try CPR if it was broken ribs that out him there in the first place.

Pidge was screaming and sobbing.

Shiro was standing in shock.

Keith was still stabbing the Galrans face despite him being long gone.

The coms were silent.

“Just call my name…”

Would it even still work so far from earth?

“Anything you want.”

The chance of it being real was large, especially when Lance was also such an imaginative child and grief can distorted your reality.

“I’m sure you understand.”

Lance did. It was worth it, right? Surely anything was worth keeping someone like Hunk in the world? Even if what Lance thought was about to happen did happen, and what that could mean about other parts of the world, no Holy Ghost was as bright and warm as Hunk.

It was worth it, for Hunk.

Lance stopped crying and stood up, closing his eyes and forming his resolve.

“Crowley, I want to make a deal.”

Silence followed before a smooth voice spoke behind him, the sound of Pidge’s gasp and the feel of all their confusion not important as Crowley put a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m listening.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER READ IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

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CW: slight body horror, snakes

Lance was never human. Not fully, at least. His mother was and Lance would spend every single day of his life believing and knowing she was the most beautiful woman to ever exist. Not even Allura could change his mind about that.

It was Lances father that made him so special. For the first eight years of his life, Lance thought they were just every day folk, until him and his father we on a walk and got cornered by a dozen native wolves. The panic when his father got bit was what caused Lance’s body to shift and change, causing pain that caused such a horrific scream from him that the animals fled. His lower body twisted and snap, burn and rippled and stretched until it finally settled after a near full hour.

The whole time his father sat by him the entire time, holding his hand as it too bend around and telling him it was going to be okay and to not fight it.

Lance proceed his fathers change before his own. Where once he was a man, his father now had the lower body of a viper. Travelling several meters was a soft green scaled tail that twisted around to make a sort of bed for Lance to rest on. His face had shifted to be partially scaled, teeth turned to sharp fangs and eyes wide and slit.

Lance didn’t have time to be confused as fear set in when he saw that his body now mirrored his father.

His tail was so similar to his fathers, only darker and shorter. It twisted around like it was it’s own being, seperate from Lance but that wasn’t possible, as Lance was quickly forced to accept.

His mother helped him as he adjusted to his new life, holding him with all her love as he gradually got used to his body shifting and the pain lessened and lessened. It never fully left, but when he discovered that he could swim in the water like the mermaids he adored, he fought his way through it.

Then he met Hunk, his first real friend, and for the first time in his life he had to hide it from someone he cared about. Strangers didn’t matter to him, not when he knew what they would do to him, but a friend?

It only got worse when he went to space. He wanted so badly to tell everyone, to show what he was, but he couldn’t even blame his secrecy on his fear of rejection. It was the home sickness and the way no one else seemed to care enough about it to talk about it like he wished to. Having his natural form of a serpent was the only thing he seemed to be able to keep to himself without fear of it being brushed of.

He knew it was selfish, that his second form was dangerous and could be so useful for the war, but he wanted it to be his own. He didn’t want to be a weapon, a tool or pet, he was a person. It was hard enough being a soldier when he at most wanted to be a sniper or just a pilot.

Plus, his friends accept aliens and we’re able to process that they exist, but something like him being on earth? Why would they accept a freaky snake monster like him.

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Thinking about Lance singing this to the mice and Coran

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Lance Tattoo ideas: (CW: fair bit of angst)

Ocean waves or horizon : across one should and or arm, across back

Octopus : going up thigh or wrapped around bicep

Spine bone: across spine (obviously) (reasoning: Someone once called him spineless, maybe a teammate, so he got one tattooed as a way to be like ‘fuck you whats this then’)

Heart: a little heart shape on his thumb for his mother, maybe with her initials in it

Fool tarrot card or jester: for he is the fool and the role of the fool is to fill those around him, though maybe he doesn’t realise that when he gets it.

“Give me breed and call me a fool.” A Spanish saying meaning it doesn’t matter what others think of you if you’re still getting what you want.

Bullets raining down/gun fire : across shoulder going down

Tear drop: maybe for blue or it was just a stick and poke he did himself when thinking about his loneliness

Voltron symbol : blue behind back, ear or ankle or all lion colours in respective places

Sunflower: maybe it reminds him of his mum or his home in Cuba

“Al Mal Tiempo, Buena cara.” Translated: “when the going gets tough, the tough get going” : maybe along his ribs or over his heart

Half a butterfly: for his twin, with her having the opposing half, maybe on his wrist or forearm so they can line them up

A target or cross hair: for his sniping love and skills, maybe on his tiger finger or over his heart

A little orange heart: for Coran, probably on his wrist so he can see it easily

Any kind of flower for the Frida Kahlo quote “I paint flowers so they will not die”

A turtle: for Hunk. It means family to Islanders and that’s what Hunk is to him

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CW: heavy abuse, mention of rape

The Hagar learnt a new trick. She had always been able to shape-shift and see into peoples minds, but the day she decided to put those things together was the day they nearly lost Lance.

Allura had broken down at the sight of her father, but the team managed to convince her it was an illusion and they got through it. They all struggled to accept that the Matt they saw was a lie and move away from the Adam that promised to take care of them all. Hunk had held strong the most, facing down the lying image of his father with ease, saying he knew his father in his heart and gut, that he could recognise his family with his eyes gauged out and ears ringing.

But then the Hagar started laughing, a wicked crooked laugh that sounded like how bugs crawling on your skin felt. They all listened, trying to find her through the foggy landscape of the planet they were on. They listened as her voice turned cruel in another way, more masculine and mocking.

The man that steps through the shadows is tall and confident, standing straight with his hands clasped in-front of him. His dark skin and human body instantly tells them who this is meant for. Lance is clearly going stiff, gun lowering and eyes watering. They all hear the weak and whimpered “papa?” That spills from his mouth.

Hunk goes to comfort him, to remind him that this isn’t his papa, that he’s waiting for him on earth, but the Hagar cuts him off with another’s voice,

“Lance, my son. Hundreds of generations we have spent together as a family, doing what is right and required and yet you… you disappoint me.”

Shiro tries to go to Lance but is held back by the Hagars henchmen, Lance too busy trying to stay standing to even notice his team being capacitated.

She continues as Lance openly cries, lowering his head and clenching his fist like a upset child, “We have protected, we have grown, we have planted the seeds that have kept our village as bright and vibrant as it should be. I knew, as soon as you were born, that you would fail. You have always been weak, too much like your mother. The amounts of times you ran away but came crawling back, sobbing and whining about being “so sorry mama”. Pathetic.”

Lance let’s put a sob and falls to his knees, the Hagar walks over and grips his chin, lifting him up and bruising his jaw, “why do you think I beat you? Why I made you fight for you dinner? Train day and night to use that weapon you hold so dear? You have always been the weakest of our family. Like a little girl, hiding behind your Abuela’s skirt. You were never going to take over the family business, you were never going to be my heir.”

A harsh slap sounds throughout the area, silencing the others struggles.

The Hagar grins, somehow it fits the face she wears even though it’s clearly her smile, “I should have let my men continue rape you. Maybe it would have given you an actual purpose in my company. Alas, you are a waste of my money and time. Inservible. My beloved must be so happy to not have to deal with our most pathetic child.”

If she hadn’t have mentioned his mother, if she hadn’t have said that his father loved her, maybe she would have succeed. But the one thing Lance kept hold of was his love for his mother, love he devoted to her because his father wouldn’t.

If she didn’t, maybe Lance would have given in and not stabbed her through her throat with a Ropera.

If she didn’t, they would have let Lance walk right back into his fathers arms as soon as they got back to earth.

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CW: crime, violence and murder

Before Voltron, before the Garrison, even before Hunk, Lance lived a dangerous life. His mother was a kind woman who worked as a manager of a appliance company, his father a butcher at the local shop. His sisters were all in school and his brother was working at the docks. His aunt was a photographer and her husband stayed at home with the kids.

None of these things or people made his life the way it was. It was Javier, his aunts ex husband who was a crooked man with too much venom to keep tucked behind his teeth. He had run into Lance when he was eight and walking home in the hot sun of Cuba. Javier was kind to Lance, letting him rant about his passions, willingly straining to listen when his sisters would be so much louder.

It was because of this very reason that Lance did the first favour his former uncle asked. It was just to distract a shop keeper while his uncles American friends bagged some of the lotto tickets boxed behind the counter, waiting to be sorted into sale.

Maybe it was the thrill of the ensuing chase, the pride in being able to get away safely, or even the money Javier gave him for a job well done. But Lance knew deep down that it was the way his uncle told him he was important, actually necessary, to competing the task. He wasn’t just wanted, he was needed and without him they wouldn’t have been able to sell the tickets for a pretty penny.

Lance was quick to take the role of a decoy, as long as Javier would continue giving him praise and sweets and hundred dollar notes as reward. He distracted cops, shop owners, even a rich man who made the mistake of flaunting his money around while the older men smashed into his car. He ignored the fear in his heart the first time he saw Javier beat a man down to the ground, opening his jaw onto the curb and stomping. His uncle said the man was bad, Lance believed him.

By the time he was twelve, Javier and his crew, who worked for a man Lance was never allowed to meet, had taught him a number of tricks in order to steal anything and escape from anyone. He was quick and small, lean but strong enough to lift his own body weight. His body was covered in a few scars from close calls when jumping fences and shattered glass, but it was easy to hide it from his mother.

It was at this age when he first got deep into the violence of the crime he had found himself it.

Lance had been told to break into a man’s house while they distracted him with a broken down car out front, something they had done several times. Only, this man was prepared. He had caught on quick and Javier had chosen to bolt instead of warning Lance, something he’d done before, so when the man came into the house and saw Lance arm deep in his safe, he didn’t bother asking questions.

Lance had fought like his life was already over, throwing everything he had into kicking the other man off him. Just as the man hit his face again, adding a broken eye socket to his mangled jaw, Lance managed to take his legs out.

The man fell hard.

So hard his head cracked open and Lance, not realising what this meant, kept kicking at him until he managed to escape and run back to their hideout.

Lance thought of the news report stating the man’s death and the faces of his two children sobbing about their beloved dad who had been saving money to get a proper gravestone for their mother every. Single. Day. He didn’t let himself forget that his first life taken was a good one, a faithful one, a kind one.

He kept going, now with the knowledge that anyone could take a life and that the world was deadlier than he once believed. He kept a blade on him at all times, ready to fight, or to die pointlessly like that man. He kept stealing, robbing, lying, deceiving, but now Lance was willing to harm others to get what he was told.

Taking a life taught him the fragility of it, but also the need.

He remembered the day he told his uncle he was going to the Garrison, that he was going to use his skills for good despite spending the previous years being so cruel. Javier’s response stayed with him even as he entered war,

“Lance… I taught you crime, not to kill. You are the one who has made this a profession. Remember that.”

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Learning about DND tells me that Lance would have a Grinner background

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Lance hates being alone for several reason, the two biggest ones being that he needs physical touch as much as he needs air and the second being that when he’s with people, he’s not with his thoughts. The issues comes with his team not being as tactile and valuing personal time. Lance gets it, he does like to be alone, but not lonely and certainly not all the time. It doesn’t help that the castle is huge and everyone has their own space within it that Lance, while he desperately wants to, refuses to invade without good reason. Dios forbid he be an nuisance. This longing for touch and pleasure of another’s weight, like his twin sister or baby cousin, plagues him for long enough that his beloved Blue notices. She conformed him through his mind and their bond, which helps to fill the ache but never cancels it out. It’s after a rough nightmare that he goes to his Blue to sit in the cockpit and imagine the armrest are his mothers warm embrace that Blue has enough. She knows it’s risky due to it taking so much energy, but she can’t handle seeing her cub so down. So, with Black warning her that she must be sure, she refuses to let Lance in and ignores his hurt in favour of shifting the form she holds to something new. The organic flesh of a Lion feels odd to her, but she can only hope she looks like the ones Lance showed her through their bond, though she defiantly got the size wrong by a few dozen feet. Lance is shocked but doesn’t argue when Blue crawls into her stomach and shoved her face into his body, him just being able to reach both her ears and pulling her closer. She wraps him up in his giant paws and reset her giant head on his torso while he rest. Lance sons for a long while before falling asleep. When the rest of them get upset with Lance for not showing up to training they go looking for him and find him in the lions hanger, curled into the body of a giant blue furred lion. Blues sisters are happy she trust her cub so much, but the others want the same thing and as far as they can all tell, they haven’t bonded nearly enough and lack trust.

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I like the idea of Lance not knowing Pidge was a girl and was just a man comfortable being feminine. This inadvertently gave him the confidence to be more feminine himself. Pidge being unbiased and never really thinking of gender much themself, is fine when Lance asks to paint nails with them and do their hair. They don’t blink when he shaved his legs and joins him purely because of sensory issues around having hairy legs. When Lance had a breakdown because his conservative mother found out he wore lip balm, Pidge buys him a pack of fifteen different flavours and tells him they don’t care. Lance is hurt when he realises that he’s still alone and Pidge isn’t a feminine man but a girl, only for Pidge to shut all of those thoughts down. They tell him their non-binary and like to dress masculine but do feminine body and face care. They tell him he’s allowed to be beautiful and feel handsome, that they get it as someone who wants both and neither at the same time.

Lance finds gender peace with Pidge’s help.

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Lance grew up in war, which is something he tried to keep to himself until a mind melding exercise reveals it all.

He had been remembering learning the guerrilla warfare in classes just in case their small little piece of safety in Cuba was taken away. He remembers playing hide and seek with his uncle when his brother was getting a risky operation to fix his broke leg. He had been hiding in the trees and bushes like he was taught, but caught eye of something grey and concrete like in the distance.

Being a curious child with little understanding of the world he was in, he walked right over and found a bunker of some kind. Upon stepping a few feet inside was picked up by an unknown man who started yelling at him and choking him from behind. It was the training he had thought was simply for fun that saved him, giving him the insight to check for a weapon of some kind on the man’s person. He used the knife to stab the man’s stomach only to fall on the floor and hurt his side. When another three men enter the room with guns, he uses instinct and grabs a metal rod by his side and lunges forward, stabbing he man upwards in his chest. Several shots ring out and kill the other men. When Lance turned around, he found an vaguely familiar face greeting him with a calm posture but wild eyes. The man got him away and took care of the bruise on his hip.

“What is your name?”

“Cordaro Desiderio McClain.”

“That name doesn’t fit you!”

“Hey! My mama named me! My second name was my papa’s name!”

“Well she was wrong. You need stronger name, braver. Better meaning. Hmmm, you killed that man by stabbing him upwards with a long pole-AH! That’s it! Lance! You thrust and twist and kill like a lance!”

“But why? I like my name.”

“Yes but little cub, that was you before. Before you took a life, you of past. He is gone and you must not hold onto him. Now you have changed and so too must your name.”

“Then… what’s your name?”

“My name! Well I’m El Tigre of course!”

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Thinking about Lance’s parents splitting because his father realises he’s gay and meets another man in the army when he goes to his own home in Mexico. His dads name? Alejandro. His step dads name? Rodolfo.

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CW: violence

It’s probably the seventh or eighth Coalition type event they’ve had, same as all the others just different faces and buildings, when Lance finds an assassin. It’s a gut instinct that gets him to check one of the upper level hallways, a little twist in his stomach that makes the idea of good feel wrong. The assassin in question is Galra, sleek purple armour and a non-glowing rifle of some kind pointed directly at princess Alura. He’s not stupid, he doesn’t kick up a fuss and manages to sneak up behind the assassin and knock them out. He turns to call for the others only to find Coran behind him with a thin blade held in his hand. He gives the unconscious body a dark look then beams up at Lance, telling him he did a good job but that he’ll take it from there. He says not to mention it to the others and maybe it’s just because of the praise he has gotten, but Lance listens. It’s subtle but persistent, the way that Coran shows him how to spot assassins and mercenaries, bounty hunters and inner traitors, but Lance picks it up. It’s several months before he finds out what Coran does with the people he captures, the ones he doesn’t kill with his beautiful dagger, and Lance is both disturbed and ashamed of himself for being so ignorant to such a dark part of war. Coran is a different man when he teaches Lance how to interrogate and torture, he’s quiet and calculating, no fun stories or silly jokes. Lance learns to do the same, to distance who he is when he holds his Bayard and who he is when he holds a man’s sanity in his hands. He works with Coran to be the Princesses body guard, her secret agent without her even knowing, and soon finds himself feeling more important to them team. He knows they would be disgusted if they found out, but after he tortured a man into telling him why he was targeting Pidge and seeing his track record, he looses all remorse. Lance knows that war is dirty, so he’ll take all the grime he can do they don’t have to.

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Lance who finds Lotor to be the embodiment of the word ‘dashing’ and willingly accepts the others flirts. He feeds of his praise and touch, letting his eyes go wide and deer like when the other ticks his hair behind his ear. He listens to Lotors vile words, takes in ever syllable as he tells Lance he deserves better than his team. He believes him when he says that his team don’t know him, don’t know his strengths or his pain, his heart. When Lotor suggests they run away together, that Lance should join him as they cover the stars, he goes to Blue. The next time he returns to Lotor and instead of answering his request, his begs the other to kiss him. The sex that follows is nothing like Lance had ever had, it’s passionate and slightly painful, every inch of his body covered in kisses and climax. Lance knows he’s going to become addicted. Lance leaves that night, making a single stop before hand, then dropping to his knees when they enter Lotors private rooms in his ships, ignoring that he’s supposed to be meeting his new teammates, and gives his thanks through pleasure. The next several years are both bliss and agony. He trains with his new teammates, getting smarter and stronger. He learns more about the Galra, the universe, Hagger, quintessence, all of it. Every night he lets Lotor praise him with his tongue and body, fucking him hard and sweet.

Lance knows Lotor wanted to control him and played his part well, acting stupid and naive or like a cock hungry whore who just wanted to fuck and suck till he dropped.

Lance knows wanted to manipulate him from the start, that’s why he went to Blue to see if Allura was comparable with her. Why he went to Coran the night he left and told him what he was doing, to stay quiet and wait for transmissions.

He spent years collecting information, sending it to Voltron and the coalition, pouting and acting the child when Lotors team accused him of being a traitor.

Lance made Lotor depend on him, made him fall in love, made him forget his true mission and only want Lance. He used aphrodisiacs, his body and his wit, all of it to his advantage.

When he finally finds out where Lotor’s mother had been keeping the Alteans, where she’s been living and training her Druids, he dresses in golden jewels and a sheer purple dress that covers nothing and spends one last night with Lotor before waiting in the captains quarters for his old team, his family to arrive and greet him and his now dead husband.

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Shiro being guarded around Lance, less open and quicker to trigger or set off. Shiro never gets angry or rude to him, but he shuts down and doesn’t give him the same soft patience as the others. It’s Keith who figured out why and one day he goes to Lance and explains who Adam is. Lance and Adam don’t look very similar, but the way Lance jokes and laughs is so close it gave Keith whiplash the first time he heard it. He doesn’t mean to be and it’s not his fault, but Lance is a walking reminder of what Shiro lost. Lance eventually talks to the older man about it and finds out that Adam actually adored Lance and talked about him all the time, making it even more difficult to distance the two from one another. Lance, whose had a big family and knows lose in both a spiritual and physical sense, helps him and shows him understanding.

He doesn’t mention the pain the feels at Shiro only liking him because he reminds him of someone else.

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The team go to a planet that insist they spend time in their markets. Not wanting to be rude, they comply and find themselves having an amazing time even if they can’t afford anything on offer. Unbeknownst to them, the inhabitants of the planet can sense desire and know what things the team wishes to own. That night when they get to the banquet they find several chest all coloured to their lions (or for Coran and Allura, their hair). They each open their boxes to find the things they wished for, all for them o take home as the leaders of the planet explain. For Hunk it’s a lot of spices, cook books, mechanical tools and an u a dance of seeds and little nuts and bolts. The Pidge it’s, unsurprisingly, a lot of little bits of technology they probably don’t even know the mechanics of and several books the size of their torso. For Keith there are plenty of weapons but also some clothes, like jackets and gloves, as wl as some plush toys he quickly hides from the others view. For Shiro it’s a mix of reading material, a few interesting gadgets and a large telescope they looks very much like a Earth one. Coran doesn’t show his, preferring to keep it to himself for unknown reasons. Allura has a lot decorative items, which Coran whispers to them is because she’s always hated how bare the castle is without people filling it. She also has plenty of things they couldn’t recognise or understand due to their human lifestyles. It’s Lance’s that surprises them all the most. To Hunk and Pidge it’s not all that surprising, so they don’t stare like the others. But the rest do, all taken aback as Lance shifts through several gorgeous dresses, make up tools, heeled shoes and more Hewlett-Packard than they even knew was on offer. He of course has other things like books and things that look like shells and dream catchers, yet the others can’t pay that any kind. Lance looks so happy and comfortable as he looks over the feminine clothing with a longing and hope in his eyes. Wanting to make sure he knows he’s accepted for his taste, Shiro tells him his choices are beautiful and will suit him wonderfully. Lance grins so wide his eyes close. From then on Lance is comfortable to do his own make up and dress as he likes outside of missions, especially when Allura ask for help with her own style, used to amiss helping her chose. Lance finds himself feeling more accepted than he ever thought he could.

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Lance gets possessive. Hunk first noticed when he had a crush on one of their teachers, always getting pissy when she ignored him or chose another student. When it came out that she was married to Iverson Lance then vowed to spend the rest of his life making the oldest man’s own miserable, as if him marrying Lance’s crush two years before he even met her made him his enemy. Hunk didn’t think too much of it, his best friend love dramatics, plus when people were mean to Hunk Lance would embarrass and tell them to back off, but nothing else! So, clearly, Lance was just being dramatic over loosing a crush. But then there was Ryan Kinkade. When Kinkade joined their class Lance would spend hours watching him, drawing him in his book and waxing poetry about him. That was odd sure, but was more concerning was that Lance never spoke to him. Lance loved talking with people, especially when he got to flirt and make a move, yet he would always look away or make up some excuse every time Kinkade tried to speak to him. Hunk asked him and took Lance’s answer as him just being shy and nervous as truth, clearly Lance actually liked the guy, of course he wouldn’t want to mess it up. It was several months later that he found the book. Under a floorboard in their shared room he found a leather book with a buckle to warn it didn’t even keep it shut. Inside he was horrified to find hundreds of Photos of their old teacher with lovehearts and lipstick kisses covering everyone. Skimming a few pages he found that after what had to be a year worth of photos, was a new face. Kinkade. Only this was worse, because it wasn’t just in class with snap chat filters but sneaky shots in hallways and the locker room, even some of Kinkade asleep in his dorm room. Even more kisses were covering the pages, along with a few snippets of hair, a bloodied Band-Aid here and there as well as Lilly pop sticks, wrappers and even chewed up gum. Hunk realises with Ice cold fear that his friend had an obsession. Not a crush or fling, but a full blown obsession with people who barely even knew he existed. Lance was sick in some way, there was no doubt. But Hunk couldn’t find it in himself to tell anyone about it, not when Lance would keep him safe from bullies and taste test his food, or when he would let Hunk cry and show his emotions without mocking him! Hunk puts the book away and just prays Lance doesn’t devolve into physical violence. He knows for sure Lance will not hurt Kinkade (although he almost hurt James Griffen when he slap Kinkade on the ass as a joke, only stopping because Hunk claimed to feel sick) after he notices his focus changing from Kinkade to someone new. He checks the book a few days later and isn’t all that surprised to find the book has changed again, several new pages added with a similar theme to the last ones, only now the shots are further away as his new target is smart and could catch on quicker. Hunk felt relieved a year ago when Keith dropped out, inadvertently saving his own hide (and possibly life) only for that relief to be washed away like a tsunami when they all end up stuck in space together. Hunk checks Lances room after a couple days of him pretending not to like Keith and looks for his book, hoping he forgot it and that maybe that would mean he would stop. His heart actually stops for a second when he finds a brand new book, with the words ‘My One True Love’ engraved on the front with a blade, each paged filled just like the others with crazy words, love hearts, kisses and photos of Keith. Hunk knows somethings wrong with his friend and that there’s no going back, not when Lance has seemingly settled on who he’s chosen, and certainly not when there’s two whole pages dedicated to Lances prize possession. Hunk has no idea how Lance got a pair of Keith’s underwear of all things, but he’s sure he doesn’t want to ask. Hunk is fine to just protect his friend from anyone who might have an issues with him, even if it means risking Keith’s safety. Hunks fine keeping his friends secret as his own, even if Lance knows he knows already.