(Assuming that emperor Shiro hasn't met Lance and his source of reference is 'His Lance but probably a bit to the left') Emperor Shiro: But how do I know this kid really is Lance's daughter? Kid, pre teen and mean: I will burn this place to the ground. Emperor Shiro, wiping a tear: this kid really is Lance's daughter, take them to Lance and start the cloning process immediately
Evil!Lance: How do you know they are a child of a different version of me.
Emperor Shirogane: They...kind of...look like you
Evil!Lance: -raises eyebrow-
Lance’s Child: Let me go so I can drop kick your freaky glowing eyed faces, you weird terrible meanies.
I had trouble to deciding which role reversal i wanted to do, so I merged them and spent a lot of time explaining and I feel not enough klance. I'm sorry. I was inspired by this and this.
Role Reversal
“Target approaching.” Keith heard on his headset, the blue lights on the tips of the red ears glowing as they picked up approaching, cautious footsteps. The blue lights being the only light in the room, Keith watched the figure walk into the room in the Altean blue of his visor. Clenching his bayards as they activated, Keith jumped down from his perch and knocked the figure off their feet. They went sliding across the room as Keith stood at the ready, the red lights of his duel swords lighting his face.
“You.” The target growled. They were female, blue skin and similarly coloured hair and horns. Prince Lotor’s right hand woman, Axca.
“Me.” Keith said before launching himself at her. She dodged his attacks but he pushed her into a wall, pinning her down, with one sword against her neck, the next ready to plunge into her stomach.
“Alive, Keith! Alive!”
Keith let out an annoyed huff. “Do I have too?”
“That’s what the princess gremlin wanted.”
Keith groaned and knocked the base of the other bayard onto Axca’s head, knocking her out. “Got it and with a possible mild concussion.”
“To be honest, I’d be surprised if it was anything different. Alright, I’m coming down now.”
The swords shrunk down and Keith slammed the hilts back together, forming the bayard, letting it disappear in red light. He wanted to call into the princess and announce a job well done, but he knew a certain blue clad teammate who’d get annoyed at that. At the sound of a ship landing, Keith grabbed Axca by her ankle and started to drag her to the entrance. A large blue lion leaned down and opened its maw to let out the same blue clad teammate Keith had been thinking about. Like the suit he was wearing, it was black on the chest, letting the Altean blue V stand out, the same blue as the lion on the pieces of armour and back of the suit. Only those paying very close attention could see the slight limp of him as he walked towards Keith.
“Wow take the idea of dragging her pretty literally huh?”
“Just hurry up and help me Lance.”
From behind a visor like his, Lance’s bright blue eyes shun with mischief. While Keith held her by her legs, Lance lifted under the arms and they quickly got her into the main area, where Keith attached handcuffs to her.
“Can I call it in now?” Keith asked.
“Yes, just use the communications on Blue since your already here.” Lance walked over to the piolet chair, hitting a few buttons once his seat was moved int position. Soon, a screen came up with a young girl. She wore a similar outfit except Lance’s blue and Keith’s red was green for her. Under the visor were two green marks on her cheeks.
“Did you get her?”
“Had to stop Keith from shish kabobing her, but yes.” Lance answered.
“Good. Get back here and put her into holding. Shiro is still on his retrieval mission and Hunk is still helping me with the jammers. Allura’s been in meditation all afternoon so I need someone around.”
“Got it princess. Try not to miss us too much.” She rolled her bright green eyes as the screen blinked off. Lance’s own visor started to turn yellow as the Lion got up. “Alright Blue, you heard her. Let’s go home.”
Keith collapsed into the spare seat the Blue Lion brought in, waiting for Lance to pilot them home. He wished he could have flown Red but the princess made it very clear that the Galra would be expecting the fastest lion. Keith smirked at what Iverson must be thinking now. The biggest flight risk and the person blamed for the Kerberos mission failure, running around the galaxy taking control of any planet and breaking down the one hope of defeating them.
A portal opened up and deposited them in flight range of a white castle with many orbiting rings. Lance docked Blue into her docking station, his visor going back to it’s usual Altean blue as Blue powered down, lowering herself to let everyone off. Keith went to where they left Axca who seemed to just be waking up. A firmly planted foot to her chest kept her from getting up though.
“Ah, it looks like she doesn’t have broken bones.” Keith looked over his shoulder to watch another Altean, who looked similar to the Princess, the same green marks and honey brown hair that was long enough to be pulled into a ponytail.
“It was tempting.” Keith said as the Altean approached and started down at Axca who glared up at them as she struggled.
“It’ll be fun to break her later then.”
“Wow Matt,” Lance said coming out from the control room, “you can’t yell at Keith for bringing in rebels with broken bones but then you don’t get in trouble for having fun.”
“I am an integrator. I get to have fun. How’s the leg by the way?”
Lance looked down at his left leg, which didn’t look different under the white and blue armour. “Fine. I didn’t break anything. Hunk and the gremlin Princess got busy?”
“Yep. I wouldn’t expect to find them anytime soon. More fun for me though. When Allura comes up though, tell her to join me in the cells. Pick her up.” Matt ordered the sentries following him. The white panelled robots picked Axca up, even as she struggled and lead her off the Blue Lion, ignoring her screaming and cursing.
When Matt left, Lance turned to Keith. “So what do you want to do? And don’t say train. I didn’t tell Matt but the new fit is slightly irritating.”
“Jesus Lance.” Keith sighed, grabbing Lance by the arm and dragging him from Blue to the closest common room and pulled him to the couch. Keith watched Lance step down into the sunken couch, his eyes on the left leg. Once Lance was seated, Keith started to pull off the armour attached there, Lance already used to this process. Keith pulled up the leg of the black and blue suit to reveal a white prosthetic leg. The leg seemed to be made of the same things the sentries were made of but with wave motives drawn into it. At the line of where Lance’s leg stopped and the prosthetic began, the skin was red like it was irritated. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I just got fitted for this one after that crazy chick from the Prince’s group broke my last one. I’m not really in the mood to lay down on a slab for 4 hours again. I’ve had my fill of that for the week thanks.”
Keith sighed. The Alteans might have been the ones to take the Kerberos crew but Lance had had the brunt of it. The youngest member of the crew, they wanted to do experiments on him, one of which had cost his leg. Around that time, the Princess, Pidge as she asked to be called, had essentially saved the other crew members Alfor and Coran and then saved Lance. She’d built his first prosthetic herself and Lance joined her as she continued to lead the war of taking worlds. She’d been searching for the Voltron lions when she found one was on Earth and sent Lance to get it. It’s how he found the rest of them to be honest. Alfor’s daughter had entered the Garrison – the same school who placed the blame of the missing crew on Lance – to find out the truth. Shiro had been trying to stop her from sneaking out and Keith was just following Shiro. Hunk, he had been Lance’s oldest friend, leaving after everyone blamed Lance.
Lance had come crashing down and after getting himself out of Garrison’s control, dragged them along to go find Blue. Keith had known Lance when he was at the Garrison. They would constantly compete and try to one up each other. Keith hadn’t said it then, but he enjoyed the challenge. So when Lance disappeared, Keith was angry with all the comments that were slung around. He knew Lance wasn’t responsible. They were wrong about him and it was going to come back to bite them, hard.
He was pretty sure that’s why he decided to stick around. Allura stayed to be with her father, even though a lion didn’t react to her. She did have a surprising connection with quintessence. Hunk stayed for Lance as his best friend. Keith and Shiro didn’t have to stay, but Keith didn’t want to leave. Part of him had thought it was because of his mother, who surprise was an alien, but he questioned that when Lance wanted to know.
He’d just been lying on the couch, cooling down after a training session when something dropped onto his lap. He opened his eyes to see Lance staring down on him as he straddled him.
“Can I help you?” Keith asked, looking into Lance’s unnaturally bright blue eyes. Everyone’s eyes had changed once they bonded with their lions.
“Nothing much. I’m avoiding Matt and saw you here.”
“Why are you avoiding the princess’ brother? Isn’t he just the integrator and extra tech support?”
“He’d be insulted to hear that.” Lance said, with a smile that said he’d also called Matt that. “He’s also the one in charge of my leg.”
Keith looked over at the prosthetic leg he could see without Lance’s shoes one. “So?”
“I’ve had my fill of flat top beds for a while. Gotta love the gremlin princess for saving me, but it’s amazing she doesn’t seem to notice how much I hate having to get my leg checked.”
Keith put two and two together. He didn’t know what the Alteans did before their princess stopped them, but he knew it had been harrowing. “Ok, fine. But why are you on top of me?” Keith asked, shuffling down a little so Lance was a little less directly on his lap.
“Well I had a question, something I’ve been dying to know since you bonded with Red and stayed here. Why are you staying here? I mean, we met your mom when going to take Red back. You said that you were an orphan. I thought you would have stayed with her.”
Keith raised an eyebrow. “The woman left me. She said it was to protect me and Blue from you guys but it would have made more sense to stay on Earth, not leave.”
“Fair point.” Lance said, tilting his head, his finger brushing over Keith’s chest. “But still, she is your mom and you seem like the type of guy to go fighting against the enemy.”
Keith shrugged. “I’m not going anywhere if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Because the gremlin princess scares you?” Lance teased.
Pidge was the last thing on his mind. The idea of leaving, meant doing it along and leaving a place where he felt accepted, strangely. It also would mean leaving Lance.
“I have a reason to stick around, isn’t that good enough?”
Lance shrugged, “I guess so.” Then he dropped himself on Keith’s chest, essentially laying on him.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll go find Matt later. Staying here feels nice so stay still.” Lance requested and so Keith did.
Since then, Keith never questioned Lance avoiding getting his leg checked out but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t get worried when Lance said he was in pain.
“How bad does it feel?”
“It’s not horrible. I can put up with it.” Lance said, taking his other leg armour off. He also pulled off his headset and visor, dropping it on the couch next to him. “I don’t know what the gremlin princess will send us off on another mission but if it starts getting worse, I’ll get it checked out.” He promised.
“You’d better. I need my partner in full health.” Keith said, sitting next to Lance on the couch.
“Don’t worry. Not like I’m gonna let a bunch of Galra take me down. Oh,” Lance suddenly pushed Keith down onto his back. Lance had a habit of literally sitting on Keith’s lap when he wanted his full attention. “We still have to practise that manoeuvre we did to destroy all those rebel fighters. When Shiro gets back, we should practise it.”
“You can’t ask this with climbing into my lap?” Keith asked.
Lance pulled Keith’s visor off and stared down at his bright red eyes. “I like making sure you keep your attention on me.”
So I have just discovered that I have a desperate need for evil Lance in my life.
I don’t care if this is clone Lance, alternate reality Lance, AU criminal or demon Lance. I just need an evil Lance...
Any takers?
Okay so one of them is all cute with galra Keith crashing on earth and Lance helps him out. I didn't get far with that one yet.
The other tho is about Lance kinda becoming evil and obsessing with Keith and yes I just really love possessive Lance so if you like that shit too, come and help me. I already wrote like 13k for that one??
Shiro let out a soft sigh and ran his hand through his hair. God, it was getting so long, too long and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Space offered no razors, no barber shops, not even that thing that cuts things.
What were those called again?
Oh right.
Scissors.
A smile crept up onto Shiro’s face and he let out a small laugh. He had been in space for so long that he had forgotten the word for scissors!
“What’s so funny?”
A familiar voice drawled and Shiro ceased in his laughter, his smile slipping away from his face and a grim line taking its place. His grey eyes stared back into the cloudy blue ones he loved so very much.
But these eyes weren’t those.
“Aren’t you going to tell me what’s so funny?”
The voice purred, and the other slid forward on the palms of his hands, sticking his ass in the air, effectively drawing Shiro’s attention to it, if only for a second. But that second was long enough, for another dark laugh was passing from those plump pink lips.
“Shiro, darling, you take everything too seriously! Why don’t you relax, stay awhile? And, maybe tell me why you were laughing?”
Shiro swallowed harshly; those beautiful blue eyes blinked up at him, those delicious hips rolling at him, teeth tugging that plump lip gently....
It was all too much.
Too much, for Shiro had to constantly remind himself that this wasn’t his Lance. The person being kept behind that thick glass, who stared at him with Lance’s eyes or who purred at him in Lance’s language... it wasn’t Lance. It was someone else, but who, they had no idea.
“Why don’t you just shut up?”
Shiro finally snapped, crossing his arms across his chest even tighter than before. He was angry, and scared, and more than a little hateful towards himself.
For not knowing.
For not realizing.
For not doing anything.
“Ooh, Shiro baby, do you really want to speak to your true love like that? What shall I tell Lance when he comes back to play? That the love of his life hates him? That the person he loves most in the world keeps him locked away in some cage?”
“You won’t do anything to Lance!”
The not-Lance laughed, his head thrown back to expose that beautiful neck. He was resting on his knees, more than likely trying to give Shiro a little show; it made Shiro even angrier.
“Oh but I will Shiro. I’ll destroy him; but before I do, I think I’ll make him suffer a bit. How should I go about it? Should I start with him hearing about how you don’t love him? About how your whole relationship is a lie based on pity?”
Not-Lance laughs again. “No, that’s all too easy. Let’s let him decide, shall we?”
Before Shiro could make him explain, Lance’s body went completely slack and Lance fell to the floor. “Lance!” Shiro screams, rushing forward towards the glass and pressing a hand to the barrier, helpless to do anything. Lance didn’t move for a bit before he let out a groan and pushed himself off the floor.
“What....”
He mumbled, his eyes meeting Shiro’s. They widened when he realized that he was trapped in some kind of cage, like the one they had locked Lotor in when he was still their prisoner.
“Shiro?”
He asked, his voice holding the fear his body was neglecting to show. Lance was afraid; he didn’t understand why he was being locked in a cage, or why Shiro was there just watching him. “Lance, listen to me-“
But before Shiro could say anymore, Lance let out a loud half grunt in pain, blood spraying from his mouth. Shiro could only watch in horror as the blood dropped from Lance’s mouth as he fell back over, his body shaking slightly.
“Lance!”
Shiro screamed again, over the sound of not-Lance laughing again. Not-Lance rose to his feet and walked towards Shiro, his eyes wide and crazed as blood splattered from his mouth with every word he spoke.
“You’re pathetic Shiro; He’s going to die here, inside me, with the knowledge that you locked him inside a cage. He has no idea what’s happening, and I can feel his own emotional hurt and the pain he’s feeling, and he’s not even aware that he’s dying!”
Not-Lance throws his head back and laughs again, Shiro doing nothing but watching in horror.
“And believe me when I say this: first I will kill him, and then I will kill everyone that he’s ever cared about, and then?”
Not-Lance leans on the glass, his hand covering the spot where Shiro’s hand is pressed upon the glass.
“And then I will kill you, and watch as the light fades from your eyes, knowing that you’re dying because of your one. True. Love.”
Not-Lance laughs again as Shiro pulls himself away from the glass and walks out of the room, the cackling of the person inside his Lance haunting him forever.
part 1 of a comic I've been wanting to make for my possessed/evil lance au... he's finally going home this is hella self-indulgent and I haven't really explained it well in the past so it probably won't make much sense lmao
