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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Voltron:_Legendary_Defender, Voltron_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Hunk/Lance_(Voltron), Allura/Shiro_(Voltron), Keith_&_Red_Lion, Pidge/
      Rover
  Character:
      Hunk_(Voltron), Lance_(Voltron), Allura_(Voltron), Shiro_(Voltron), Keith
      (Voltron), Pidge_(Voltron), Coran_(Voltron), Rover_(Voltron), The_Others
  Additional Tags:
      Suggestive_Themes, Possible_Character_Death, Implied/Referenced_Self-
      Harm, References_to_Depression, Sad, Emotional, Post-Traumatic_Stress
      Disorder_-_PTSD, Gay_Lance, Gay_Hunk, Hance_-_Freeform, Voltron,
      Triggers, Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-con, Past_Rape/Non-con, Sex, Fluff,
      Angst
  Series:
      Part 1 of Enhance_Me
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-17 Completed: 2016-11-25 Chapters: 17/17 Words: 47344
****** enHANCE ******
by AO3uzer45
Summary
     Hunk has a past. His past is ignored and trampled over all his
     friends'. He rather drown himself in their worries then even think
     about his past. Lance is there for him, though, Lance has always been
     there even though he doesn't know Hunks past.
     Hunk has to face the facts when the 9 year anniversary sends him down
     a spiral of depression and the team notices. He will have to face
     everything, he will have to tell the team.... but they'll have the
     same looks that everyone has: Pity.
     Does Hunk really want his friends to worry and coddle him? Does he
     want the to worry about him? What if he just does what he does every
     year and just suck it up? Keep it in? His mother taught him to bottle
     everything in, keep a smile on, don't let anyone see that you are
     hurting. But you must be there for them when they are drowning.
     Will Hunk be able to hold it in this year? Or will he Explode?
***** Anniversary *****
It made him afraid. It made him paranoid. It made him sick to his stomach. It
made him wheeze in disparate and utter pain. His mind was confused and shocked.
He was in so much pain and screaming for them to stop, but his screams went
unheard. Silent.
He was tied up, panting. His eyes covered and his whole body felt on fire. His
pelvis numb but shaking. His senses heightened, all he could feel was the cold,
disgusting, touch of the clammy hands over his body. He shivered, knowing that
calling out to stop wouldn't make the hands stop wandering. His heart in
distress and panic, his body convulsing without his consent. He was too young
to understand, too young to mourn the loss, too young to do anything.... Then a
sharp pain filled his body, making his mind flash through his whole past,
forcing him to relive everything that happened in that one day. That one
dragged out day. 
Lips hovered near his ear, their chapped surface rubbing on his lobe: You are
worthless now. No one will love you .
That's when his body convulsed awake. His everything shaking with fear. He sat
up and turned on the light beside his bed, he had to know that what he just
witnessed was only a dream…. More like a play-by-play of the past.
Hunk shivered, his everything sweating.
I knew the anniversary is coming soon.... but why did I have to just relive
it?  He thought to himself as he buried his head in his hands. Hunk had not
wanted to relive that, he's been trying for so long to forget about it. It took
him 9 years to be able to live a normal life, a life not hidden behind food and
a smiling mask. It had taken him 9 years to be able to open his heart again, to
allow his soul to accept the love of his current boyfriend.
“Hunk, you ok?” Lance asked, waking up beside him his top half unclothed and
his bottom only covered by his loose sweat pants.
“I haven't had that nightmare in a year…” Hunk mumbled to himself "Is it really
that time already?"
“What?" Lance asked, his ears trying to hear
"It's nothing, Lance."
"It’s…three in the morning, babe…” Lance slurred out.
Last night was a hard night. For everyone. Voltron was ripped apart by Zarkon
again. Shiro passed out making Alura freak and Pidge got hurt by being tossed
around by them separating. Red ejected Keith for the first time, making Keith
get really angry and unstable (even when he got back into Red). Lance was
mostly fine, he got a bruised shoulder from the thrashing and a small cut on
his hand. Then there was Hunk, the leg of Voltron, one of the supports...He had
a meltdown. His lion went offline and he was floating in space aimlessly
without contact to the others for hours. He tried everything to get to Lance,
to tell him that he was alright, but it didn't work. His lion wouldn't even
open up when he thought he landed safely in the castle.
Hunk had time to reflect on the feeling of being alone, the feeling of
abandonment… it's the only color that his past can paint.
He had the wave of the familiar color douse him, and drown him as he was alone.
That's when he realized that the anniversary was coming up, he only felt this
alone and betrayed when it was coming around the corner. He didn't want to deal
with it without his mother there to guide his emotions. She was always there
with a slice of pie or a bin of ice cream to calm him down. His mother's words
did the opposite of her actions, though, telling him to control his emotions,
hide them away, put on a smile and act like he's supposed to. But she still did
a great deal in helping him be more himself.....
“Come here,” Lance smiled a tired smile and opened his arms for Hunk to
embrace. Hunk obliged, wanting nothing but comfort at this point. Hunk buried
his head in Lance's chest holding him tightly to himself, “do you want to talk
about it?” Lance asked as he ran his hand up and down Hunks back and through
his bedhead.
“Not particularly…” Hunk said, his voice muffled
Lance laughed through his nose and started to sing sweet nothings into the air.
He had done this a handful of times when Hunk got like this. Lance knew how to
comfort Hunk, though when Lance was out of their shared room he was more of an
outgoing ass than a mother figure, but he was him nonetheless (and that's what
Hunk loved about Lance, that he was acting as himself in every situation).
Before he knew it Hunk had fallen asleep to the sound of Lance singing, and
Lance soon drifted off.
 
--The Next day--
Hunk rolled out of bed. Feeling his eyes puffy from probably crying in his
sleep. Even his body knew that this was the anniversary, but he was so confused
as to why he was so sensitive this year. 
"Hunk, is everything okay?" Lance walked out of the bathroom with his green
morning face mask on 
"Ya, why?" Hunk smiled, rubbing his eyes trying to hide the fact he had cried
"You were sobbing last night. You thrashed and even kicked me out of the bed."
Lance walked up to Hunk, who was noticeably not okay
"It was just a nightmare, everyone has them once in a while." Hunk laughed,
smiling
"Alright, but if you want to talk. I'm right here." Lance said, returning to
the bathroom to complete his 4-hour beauty session. 
Hunk sat on the edge of the bed. He did not want to tell Lance about his past,
it was too soon in their relationship for that. It was too soon in their
friendship for that. Hunk didn't want anyone to know, he can't let anyone know.
His mother's words rang in his ear:
Smile. Take a deep breath. No one has to know the troubles you bear. You're
okay, everything will pass. 
The past is in the past, don't let it control the present. 
Stifle your emotions, let no one see that you are hurting. 
Hunk, my boy, know that you are loved dearly and that everyone around you
cherishes you. 
But you've said it yourself if they find out those eyes will forever stain
them, and they won't be able to look at you the same. If they ever found out
they wouldn't help, they wouldn't seek you out anymore. They would abandon you,
they would despise you. 
Dear, remember to always smile. Smiling is good for the soul. To smile is to be
free. 
 
"Be me, and no one else. I'm the best me there is. No one else can be me." Hunk
whispered to himself "Today is just another day. I will do my part, I will not
let these emotions affect me. I will be the leg of Voltron, I will help hold
the team up. I will be the support for them. I will help carry the burden so
that they don't have to. I will pilot Yellow. I will smile, I will laugh, and I
will fight through this. Because no matter what happened in the past, is just
that, in the past. It has helped mold me, it has helped make me who I am. But I
don't have to face him ever again. I don't have to think of him. I am millions
of light years from his touch. I'll just be here, life in the moment. Be me and
no one else. Breathe. I am loved. I am loved. I am loved. I am loved. I am
loved. I am loved. I am loved. I am loved. I am...... loved."
***** Hiding In-formation *****
Chapter Summary
     Because the team got separated by Zarkon again Coran thinks that they
     should try bonding more. But, is bonding with the team really the
     best course of actions? What if one of them fishes something out of
     Hunk that they all wished stayed in?
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Hunk and Lance got ready, side by side, as they did every morning. Lance to the
left of Hunk, holding his hand as if Hunk were the only person in the world.
They both brushed their teeth as their morning routines had merged together. 
Allura had announced moments before Hunk started his routine that all the
Paladins were needed in their 'uniforms' for training and to meet in the
training bay. Hunk was tired, his body torn by his heart, but he chose to keep
up his normal air-- or at least try. 
Lance seemed to notice that something was wrong. He had never felt this
feeling, the feeling emitting from Hunk. He knew that Hunk was down, that he
was displaying a fake mask. They've been together for so long that Lance even
knew when Hunk was hungry even before he himself knew. But this... this beast
of an aura that was enveloping Hunk.... made Lance very uncomfortable. It made
him worry that his man, the man that supports everyone on Voltron more than
Voltron herself supports the universe, was hurting.
Lance tried his best to not be obvious that he knew something was wrong. If it
was that bad he figured Hunk would tell him. If it was terribly earth
shattering he would already know. 
Lance took a breath, trying to realize that he was traveling down a bad path
thinking that Hunk, of all people, was keeping something from him.
"I lof yor (I love you)" Lance said with the toothbrush still in his mouth and
spit out the toothpaste into the sink, he wiped his face and smiled to Hunk
repeating "I love you". Hunk smiled a painful smile, and spit out his
toothpaste as well; he wiped his face and was pulled into a kiss directly
afterward. Their noses bumping each other because Lance was too eager to get to
Hunks lips. 
"I love you, too." Hunk said as Lance put his hands around Hunk and embraced
him. 
"I love everything about you, Hunk," Lance said into Hunks chest. He separated
and placed a hand on one of Hunks cheeks their eyes connected as if they were a
married couple with several decades on their relationship.
"I know, buddy." Hunk laughed, embarrassed, blushing a little at Lance's
drunken-love look at him
"Paladins!!" Alura came up onto the intercom system
"Guess that's our cue~" Lance quickly kissed Hunk again. Lance left the comfort
of Hunks presence and went to slip into his gear. Hunk followed behind. With
the two already in their black undersuits, all they needed was the armor part
of their 'uniform'. Hunk got on his armor, his belt safety around him, his
boots glowing as they tied themselves, his arms' nicely confined by the newly
polished white armor, then he moved to the chest plate (which he usually left
for last). 
He took a second and stared at the breastplate of the armor, running his hands
over the front; following the weirdly shaped yellow 'V' on the breastplate. He
took a breath and tried to stop his thoughts, but they ran away from him. His
mind not able to stop the process due to his thoughts already being scattered.
His eyes narrowed as he remembered the first day he saw it (the armor), saw the
expectation of a Paladin, saw how they were supposed to look... how he was
supposed to look: like Shiro.... like him. Tall, muscular, slim and fit. He was
none of those things. He was round, with a big stomach and a big head that he
has to rip the helmet from every time he takes it off.... he was not what a
Paladin of Voltron was supposed to be.
The Paladins of old knew each other since birth, they liked flying-- it was
their destiny. But Hunk...Hunk didn't even like flying, he hated the feeling.
Somehow, Yellow understood that. Yellow was the single reason he stayed (other
than Lance). Yellow seemed like she knew. Like she cared. Yellow made flying
bearable, her armor stable and making her sturdy and slower than Blue, Red and
Black. He hardly felt like he was suspended in space.... like he was drifting
into nothingness (at least that was when she talked to him; if she was
silent like she had been the first few flights, he felt uncomfortable and like
he didn't belong).
He looked at the yellow of his armor simply noting that it was a little bit of
a hue off of Yellow's actual color. 
 
Hunk felt Lance's hand on his un-armored shoulder pulling him out of his
thoughts "Come on Hunk, do I have to dress you~" Lance teased
"N-No, it's fine." Hunk smiled and put on the chest plate, securing it and
grabbing his helmet as the two left their room. 
They walked down to the training bay everyone there and waiting on them alone.
Hunk felt terrible.
"Sorry, guys!" Hunk laughed 
"Where were you two?" Shiro asked, slightly concerned
"Hunk just needed help getting dressed~" Lance lightly nudged Hunk
"I-It's not like that!" Hunk panicked
The other three laughed at Hunk's attempt to cover up an event they all knew
didn't happen. 
"Alright, Paladins!" Coran started, clearing his throat and getting their
attention "We are going to do an exercise that you are all familiar with," he
pulled out the same brainwave crowns that they wore the second day they were
tossed out here into this war. 
"We are going to do the mind link thing?" Lance asked walking up to one of the
crowns
Hunk's breath stopped for a second; his heart ricocheted inside his chest
making him feel like his chest was caving in. They would find out the second he
took a breath and cleared his mind. They would all find out about the past,
they would all know what was bothering him. They would all learn about him. He
was lucky that Pidge was thinking of her family last time, otherwise, his food
facade wouldn't have stayed up. They can't know. They can't learn. They can't
find out. 
Lance can not find out.
Hunk took in a deep breath, a deep shaking breath. What's he going to do? 
He began to feel sick. 
Be there for them. You can't worry about your own feelings all the time. His
mother's words sounded in his ears again. 
He shook his head and decided to concentrate on trying to get through this
exercise without everyone finding out. Coran's words became nothing more than
white noise to him. He knows he should be paying attention, but right now the
most important thing is to keep his emotions at bay and calm down.
Hunk found a small idea that might work. He thought that maybe if they could
form Voltron fast enough then a simple food might be the go-to thing. It
wouldn't hurt to try it again. 
Hunk closed his eyes for a second. Breathing. Thinking. He opened them and saw
that Lance was looking at him concerned. That's when Hunk thought, that Lance
might've seen through him. 
What if...?
Hunk began to think that there is a small chance that Lance would use this
opportunity to find out why he thrashed last night. That because Hunk wouldn't
tell him, that Lance would dig and search through Hunks head. It was obvious
now that Lance seemed to figure out something was wrong, that something was
off, but he seemed he couldn't pinpoint it.
Hunk knew that if he were in Lance's position he'd use the opportunity to
help. 
Please don't... Hunk thought to himself Please..... He let out a trying-to-be
calming breath
 
"Ready?" Coran's voice called through the room, him moving up to the
overlooking room at some point. 
"Ready!" Shiro confidently spat back. 
They were all sitting in a circle, just like a painfully similar view of the
last time they did this.... the second day out here in space.
 
How long ago was that? 
 
"Alright, close your eyes and open your minds. Clear your mind of all
troubles," Hunk breathed as Coran spoke, his voice oddly calming. 
Hunk was actually calm, he thought of Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream. It always
seemed to help in the past. He concentrated hard on the thought of each
individual chip, of the taste of the minty ice cream making him feel like he
was eating after just brushing his teeth. It was weird to be comforted by that,
weird to think that such a simple dairy product is helping keep his mind
offline. 
But then, out of nowhere, he felt uncomfortable. The second he tried to picture
Yellow and her calming purr so that they could form the hologram version of
Voltron, he felt a hand digging.
 
It_felt_wrong. 
 
He tried to reverse the hand, he tried to find out who was digging. He tried so
hard. But the hand was too hell bent on finding out something. Hunk began to
shake, trying instead to guide the hand down a path that it thought it knew.
The path of lies and only happiness. The path of food and comfort. The path of
laughs and joy. The path of Lance.
But the hand seemed to not want to listen. Hunk began to sweat, he began to
breathe heavily. The hand clawed, struggled, and forced it's way around. No
matter the effort Hunk gave, no matter how hard he pushed the hand seemed to
know where it needed to go. 
A familiar feeling reverberated throughout Hunks whole body and his guiding
ended. The hand found what it was looking for. It dug and dug.  
Until Hunk felt it hit the exact place he didn't want it. The hand seemingly
found what it wanted began to retreat as if it knew everything about Hunk. Hunk
felt violated, he couldn't imagine who would use this exercise to do such a
thing (he refused to think that Lance's hand would feel so vulgar). Hunk
panicked and pushed it out with force as if it weren't retreating fast enough.
However, the hand had left a hole where it had been digging, and the push Hunk
gave not only pushed the hand out of his mind but also a memory from the past. 
"YOU ARE WORTHLESS!!" A disembodied orotund voice screamed at the top of its
lungs in Hunks head as if it were right there with him.
All the Paladins shot their eyes open, ripped off the brainwave crowns, braced
themselves either forward or back and breathed heavily. The voice conserving
with them all. 
They all felt the pain, they all felt a short amount of sadness, a spat of
Hunks pure emotions. 
"What was that?!" Keith questioned. 
They all looked at each other not knowing where the origin of the voice came
from. The voice still echoing in their heads. Hunk played along trying to make
everyone think that it wasn't him either, but he knew that one of them knew. 
"Is everyone okay?" Allura asked though she ran to only Shiro's side
"Yes, Princess. I have no clue what happened."
There was a silence between them. They knew that someone was keeping a secret
(one of them knowing who), that someone had lived through that voice telling
them that daily.... it was too clear for them not to think that. But they all
seemed to understand that they shouldn't press the matter, at least not right
now. 
"Let's try forming Voltron..." Alura said, not totally convinced that with
those events that it would be successful.
 
The five got into their lions. Hunk just sat in Yellow's seat, he didn't even
grab her steering. He breathed in her specific metallic smell, different from
Blue's. He heard her purr and give a motherly growl. 
"Thank's Yellow...." Hunk laughed a little imagining that she put the idea in
his head to cry because he needed to let it out. That she put in the idea that
he could trust her, and she would do her best to comfort him. She knew of the
past Yellow Paladin, he too went through hardships, he too went through hell
and back. She purred as if saying that he needed to confide in his team, to
trust them. 
They are more loving than you know. He felt her say 
"Hunk?" Lance's voice came on over the head-com set.
"Ya, I'm coming. Yellow and I just needed to talk for a second." Hunk said
laughing "I'm so hungry guys! Why do we have to train without eating?" He began
to joke like his normal self
Hunk joined them, the four waiting on him and him alone, again. 
They all stood in a line, 
"Alright, we are going to run in formation and then fly and form Voltron. We've
done this plenty of times by now." Shiro said to them, his leadership becoming
more prominent since him and Alura announced their relationship to all of them.
It was as if he were trying to dazzle and impress her.
They did just as Shiro said. Running beside each other and then flying in
formation, however, what Hunk had expected to happen occurred:  nothing. 
"Was everyone connecting with their Lions?" Shiro asked as if this was the
first day they tried this
Every shook their head and added a whisper of a 'ya' to it. 
 
They were at it for hours (5 to be exact). Hunk was getting antsy, he knew it
was his fault that Yellow wasn't forming. That Yellow didn't want to bond with
her siblings. He thought that it might be that she could convey his emotions to
them and then the others would know. He felt connected when Voltron formed
anyway, he could only imagine what would happen if they formed Voltron while
his mental state was in such a mess. 
With Allura's approval, they all decided to take a little break. 
Hunk stayed in Yellow for a little. Not wanting to see Lance or anyone else for
a moment.  
He didn't feel like himself. 
He was holding back tears as Yellow voiced her concerns to him, but they went
silent to Hunk. He heard all the same words, again and again, he didn't need
them again.
After he thought the coast was clear he got out of Yellow, though against her
preference, and rushed towards his room. 
I don't like this feeling.... Hunk supported himself of the wall to his left,
as his pace became slower. 
Guilt washing over him. He knew that they couldn't form Voltron because of him.
He was clouding his mind. 
Because the feeling of that hand digging around was still in his head, the
taste of his words coating his mind with a blinding veil; the feeling of Yellow
telling him that he had to tell the team because he was holding back his
everything made him started to slowly convulse. 
I can't have them worry about me. He began to think to himself I can't have
them see. They can't know. It's in the past. Take a breath, it will be okay. He
tried once more to swallow his emotions.
But for some reason, it was too much. 
"I feel sick...." Hunk said, covering his mouth "It's.... why is it so hard?
Why is this year, literally, the worst?" Hunk fell to his knees.
This time is the worst. We can't even form Voltron because of me... He began to
let his emotions spill into his brain Yellow is protecting me, bless her,
but... if we can't form Voltron because of me I don't belong here; if I can't
stifle these emotions like normal then what purpose do I have to be a Paladin
of Voltron? Why am I even here? Why did I follow Lance that day? Why did we
follow Pidge? Why did we get on Keith's bike? Why did I get into Blue with
everyone else? Why did she think I could handle this? Why did Yellow accept me?
Yellow knows me, she probably can see into my head.... she probably knows....
if she were human she would have the same eyes. What if she doesn't believe in
me after this? What if she thinks I'm not good enough for Voltron? What if when
I return home Zarkon has taken it over? What if....?
Hunks mind became jumbled and fractured, confused and scattered. He was
overwhelming himself
Hunk fell onto his stomach, giving up on keeping himself sturdy. He curled up
and threw up stomach acid, not eating breakfast was probably a good idea
otherwise space goo would be all over the floor right now. 
"I just need to check on Hunk," Shiro's voice echoed in the hallway
"I'll come with you," Pidge said, usually following Shiro as if his child. 
 
Hunk didn't want Shiro or Pidge..... he wanted Lance. 
He wants Lance's smooth words, his porcelain brown sugar skin, his dark brown
silk hair, his fragile body..... the only thing on his mind, right now, was
Lance and it felt so good.
 
"Oh. My. God!! Hunk!!" Shiro yelled, his voice echoing through the room. 
"Hunk..." Pidge gasped
Hunk felt Shiro's touch on him, it made him feel worse, he threw up again. It
felt like the hand that had wandered in his head, the hand that had picked and
prodded and refused to listen to reason. The hand that was the cause of
everything today. Like a hand wanting nothing but to violate him.
Like his hand. 
"Don't...." Hunk heaved, his breath getting sharp and hitching at the exit. He
got extremely dizzy "touch me..." Hunk began to cry
"Lance!!" Shiro yelled he listened to Hunk not touching him for the time being
"LANCE!!" Shiro called angrily and nudged Pidge to go get Lance. 
Pidge ran fast going to get Lance. 
"Pidge, what's got into you?" Lance came into view, his voice faded once he
spotted Hunk melted on the ground. 
That moment he saw that he was right. That his man was in pain, that Hunk was
keeping something from him, that he should've kept questioning. He saw Hunk
crying, throw up pooling around him and tears staining his eyes. Lance had
never wanted to see Hunk like this, none of them did. None of them expected
Hunk to be vulnerable about anything. They never thought they'd see him trying
to hold a burden that he wasn't built for. Shiro shook at the shocked
expression plastered over Lance's face. Hunk was sunshine and rainbows, Lance
was bad pickup lines and perverted banter.... neither of them should be able to
look like this.  
Lance looked at Hunk, their eyes connecting for a single moment until Hunk's
eyes rolled up and he passed out. Lance felt his own heart break, the sharp
pain making Lance take a step back before he called out, 
 
 
 
"HUNK!!!"
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you guys for commenting! I didn't think that anyone would want
     to see this type of book, but thanks for the support! I will be
     updating three times a week (every Monday, Wednesday and Friday).
     Again, thanks.
***** Panic *****
Chapter Summary
     Just seeing Lance made Hunk feel satisfied, he let loose everything
     and passed right out. He didn't care that Shiro and Pidge were there,
     all he cared about--all he is about-- is Lance. But how far is Hunk
     going to push it? Just how far is he going to take it for Lance?
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"HUNK!" Lance's voice cracked as he shouted for Hunk. He rushed over to Hunk,
his soul, and mind racing to figure out just what the issue had been. "What
happened?!" Lance questioned to Shiro as if he had witnessed a murder
"I-I don't know. I wanted to check on him because he was acting weird when we
were trying to form Voltron." Shiro said, wondering why he was the one trying
to defend himself
"I knew it! Damn it!" Lance was pissed, to say the least, but he was also very
discouraged. Why hadn't Hunk confided in him? Why didn't Hunk tell him that he
wasn't feeling good? Why did Hunk try to bear a burden that he wasn't meant to
bear alone? "Whatever it may be, we need to get him to a cryopod and get him
fixed up as soon as possible!" 
Shiro and Lance each took an arm of Hunks and put them around their shoulders,
slowly standing up. Hunk felt lighter than he appeared, which concerned Lance.
Pidge guided them to the crypods, Lance's anxiousness was making so that his
sense of direction was askew. Lance's heart raced, him never seeing Hunk like
this in his life-- even when they were just friends.
They made it to the cryopods, but Hunk wasn't an easy fit and that wasn't even
the most difficult part of it. The Cryopod wouldn't activate. It sprawled out
Altean as if Lance and the other two could understand that Hunk wasn't
physically injured. 
Lance paused, "No!" Lance kicked the cryopod "He's not okay!! Do the 'whoosh'!
Fix him!"  When the cryopod did nothing Lance panicked "Allura!" he called into
his communication device
"Lance, is everything alright?" She questioned back, 
"No! Hunk is--" Lance swallowed back tears "I don't know what's wrong with him!
The cryopod won't fix him and I-I-I can't lose him!" 
"Oh dear, this is not okay. Coran and I will be there shortly. Keep him laying
flat on the ground and his head elevated on something soft. Try talking to
him." Alura gave the most elementary ways to make someone feel better, as if
this were just a simple earth cold or if Hunk has passed out from flight. But
he hasn't ever passed out from flight, he's just thrown up which that alone he
hasn't done in months! 
"I don't understand!! He's not okay!!" Lance called in confusion, his brows
pressing together as he tried to calm himself, but it was not working, if
anything it was making him worse. Lance took a second breath and got Shiro's
help getting Hunk out of the cryopod, they gently set him down (on the floor).
Lance sat at Hunks head, coasted near so his thighs could be used as the soft
surface for Hunk to put his head onto. Lance let out a breath and looked at his
boyfriend, at his main support, passed out.
Lance thought back to last night when he knew Hunk was not well... not well at
all. He began to curse himself, wondering why he let Hunk go out of the room. 
"Lance?" Shiro placed a reassuring hand on Lances shoulder "He'll be okay--"
"He..." Lance interrupted Shiro "He was crying last night. He sobbed and talked
in his sleep. He woke me up when he thrashed forward. He... he's never done
that," Lance just looked down at Hunks sleeping-distressed face. Lance bit his
lower lip and then picked up an old anxiety habit and began to bite down (and
lightly chew) on his tongue. "I asked him if he was alright, but he didn't tell
me. Which means that there is something wrong with him. There is something
that... that he can't even share with me:  His boyfriend!"
 Lance was obviously caught off guard. He never thought that Hunk of all people
would be dealing with such an event like this and hide it from him. How bad
could the event be anyway?
"I mean..." Lance continued, his eyes not leaving Hunk "were soul mates. It
doesn't matter what we've been through, we'll always love each other.....
that's what you told me... remember, Hunk?" Lance lifted his head and refused
to let the tears go and swallowed the bubble in his throat
"Lance..." Pidge had dismissed her normal sarcastic nature, this scene not open
for it. 
"Lance!" Allura called as she and Coran finally showed up. She looked down to
Hunk and covered her mouth in surprise "Let's take him to the med-bay!" Allura
said to Coran (and Shiro)
Lance helped (like hell he was going to watch his man be carried without
helping). 
They walked a little bit deeper into the castle, to a med-bay that the three
didn't even know existed. Allura and Coran explained it to them on the way
saying that when the cryopod didn't detect an injury that most people went to
the med-bay, but since this hasn't been the case lately there has been no need
for it. 
They got to the med-bay, which looked like a doctors office had a child with
the dentists'. In the middle of the room was a reclining seat with wires, sharp
objects, and medications all around it. Lance and Shiro placed Hunk on the seat
(at this point Keith had joined the worrying party). 
Allura and Coran put a lot of wires on Hunk, but before they could they had to
ask the team to leave the room so that they could put the wires in all the
necessary places (meaning they had to undress Hunk and wanted to leave him with
some pride).
 
Lance had to be forcibly separated from Hunks side. 
 
When Hunk was all wired and covered properly Allura allowed the other four back
into the room. 
Lance covered his mouth at the sight of his boyfriend hooked up to alien
technology. To see Hunk in this type of state. 
Beside Hunk was his armor and black suit folded nicely, as well as his orange
headband that had to be removed so that they could put a sensor on Hunk's
forehead.
Lance grabbed the headband, let out a sobbing breath but still held back the
tears. He breathed in and fastened the headband around his wrist. 
There was a short silence as everyone waited for the machines to tell them what
was wrong. 
Lance was about to question why it was taking so long, but Pidge broke the
silence,
"What if.... what if that voice earlier was from Hunk?"
Everyone turned to her. Everyone wide-eyed. 
"No. It wasn't." Lance said
"Lance, you have to think logically about this--" 
"I am. Hunk wouldn't keep something like that voice from me! Hunk.... just
wouldn't."
"Lance," Pidge persisted
"Shut it." Lance glared down to Pidge, his aura displayed a nauseatingly evil
sense to it. Pidge shivered at the knowledge that Lance could look like that,
that he could get so mad to a point where his sea blue eyes fell dead and
glowed as if he were a cat. His posture possessive and demanding, his head at
an angle. 
"I...." Pidge couldn't form any words, so she ran out. 
"Lance!" Keith said angrily, about to scold him
"Don't!" Lance turned to Keith and pointed at him in a vulgar form, his eyes
still dead and glowing as if he were possessed "Hunk isn't like that. He
wouldn't keep anything from me. We've told each other everything!" Lance
emphasized with his hands. He was fighting his own thoughts, frustrated that
his friends voiced all of his minds concerns. 
He was pulled out of his hatred rage when Hunks heartbeat echoed in the room.
Lance rushed to his side and intertwined his hand with Hunks. Lance just looked
at Hunks face and didn't say a thing. He was afraid he'd hurt another one of
his friends.... he made a mental note to apologize to Pidge after all of this
if she could even look at him. 
After a little bit Allura let out a sigh, whether it was a sigh of relief or
agitation was unknown
"Will he be okay?" Shiro asked, voicing Lance's concerns
"The scans show that nothing is wrong with him physically," Allura said
surprising them all
"Then what is wrong with him.....?" Lance questioned in almost a whisper
"I don't...." Allura paused, looking one last time at the Altean symbols
 'Nothing found'.  "I don't know." 
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Everyone left Lance and Hunk alone. Allura said that Hunk should wake up in a
few hours when they left, but the amount of time that has passed since then is
unknown. 
Lance held onto Hunks hand, his own hand shaking and he was trying to calm it
down. He tried to breathe how Hunk had taught him when he had his first anxiety
attack out here. The first real conversation with Hunk outside of the Garrison.
"Why didn't you... we always come to you for our problems, but where do you
go?" Lance blinked his eyes fast trying to hold back
He breathed in and out. In and out. Big breath in through the nose and slowly
out the mouth. He brought Hunks hand up to his cheek and pressed his face into
Hunks soft skin.
"Hunk, babe," Lance said as if Hunk would reply. He thumbed the Orange headband
and continued "You know that you can trust me, right? No matter what I won't
think any differently about you. I love you. I thought you knew that we could
be public about anything and everything. You know my history, my siblings were
difficult to deal with, my older brother making fun of me knowing how to sew
and knit. Mom and dad were always at work so someone had to be able to help my
younger siblings when their pants or shirts ripped, I almost started to cry
when I was telling you but.... but then you said," Lance laughed "Remember what
you said? 'Sowing and knitting, that means your good with your hands, right?'.
" Lance laughed gain "That still makes me laugh." He let out a sigh "What can I
do?" Lance paused, time an illusion to him in this moment, he looked at Hunk's
face which looked like he was in a nightmare "Pidge said the weirdest thing....
she thinks that voice earlier, the one that made me want to throw up and curl
up in a ball of despair, was from you... W-W-W-Was that voice really from your
head? If so, how did it get out? How did it get there in the first place? Who's
voice was it?" Lance finally let a tear drop down his cheek, stopping at Hunks
skin "Hunk, if it was from you, why don't I know?"
Lance let the tears begin to flow as he held onto Hunk's hand, the comfort of
his night and day, the hand that grabbed his heart the second Hunk comforted
Lance back on that day in training. Lance thought they could just be friends,
but as he got closer to Hunk they got paired with each other in every exercise.
It was Hunk and Lance against the world. Everyone just called it Hance for
short (or the occasional Lunk). It was cute. Lance liked back then, back when
he and Hunk were all smiles and love. When it was subtle brushes against each
other, and quiet words that only the other could hear. Sweet nothings that no
one else could understand, like a sexy inside joke. Though Lance liked that, he
knew that a real relationship would be more than that, with arguments and
moments like this..... but he wanted to know why Hunk got like this. He wanted
to know who that voice was so that Lance could counter voice it. Lance wanted
to comfort Hunk, he wanted to conceal him in a hug like he did last night. 
Last night. Lance looked back on that hug. Hunk was troubled and just fell
asleep to Lance's voice. He wished he pressed it a little more, though he was a
little too tired to comprehend anything anyway. But Hunk had told him time and
time again that holding in things meant it was inevitable for it to blow up in
your face. He remembered Hunk's words
You have to talk! Not just to me, but to others too. People can't know how your
feeling if you hide behind jokes and banter and pickup lines. 
Lance lightly cursed Hunk, wishing he took his own advice. But then Lance
thought about singing to Hunk and remembered that when he stopped just before
he fell asleep he heard Hunk call out an unknown name to him. Lance had never
heard Hunk say the name before, let alone with so much terror and disgust
coating it. 
Lance cupped Hunks sleeping face with one of his hands, "Hunk, what happened to
you?"
 
Chapter End Notes
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Chapter Summary
     Hunk's body shuts down, but his brain keeps ticking. But what way is
     it ticking?
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Hunk's eyes slowly opened. He was relieved that he actually made it out alive.
He thought the stress might kill him this time.
Wow.... I'm an idiot. I wonder how Lance reacted.... I passed out once I saw
him. I feel so bad. He shook his head I can't go down that path!! I've had my
meltdown, now I should be alright. I'll smile and joke, I'll eventually guide
myself back to my normal self. No one has to know.
Hunk moved, he felt the comfort of a bed enveloping his body so he assumed
Lance had taken him back to their room. He looked around, the small things he
could see in the dark looked a little familiar but not like the castle. Hunk
let out a sigh as he cupped his head in his hands, he expected that he had been
out for at least a day or two if not three in the end. He had a small panic
attack when his headband was not tied around his forehead. He jumped up and
went to search for it, but his foot landed on a toy and he fell face first onto
the carpeted floor. 
Hunk paused. He was remarkably confused. He ran his hand through the carpet and
as he took a breath he smelled an old smell that he never thought he'd be able
to smell ever again. He sat up, his brows wrinkled together. A dim light showed
through a curtain on the other side of the room. He hesitantly walked over to
it, his feet walking on their own as if he were being guided toward the light. 
He grabbed the curtain, it's fabric rough and chillingly familiar. He pulled
back the curtain letting in the sunlight blinding him for a second. When his
eyes adjusted he saw the old view from his old bedroom, back at his old house.
He teared up. He never thought he'd get to see this view again. He wished to
see it while at the Garrison and he wanted it even more when he thought that
they would never return to earth. But here he was, staring out at the beautiful
foliage, at the homegrown spices and herbs, at the stream crafted by his
father. He basked in the view for a moment. He placed his hand over his warming
heart but was confused when his hand touched a small body instead of his own. 
He looked down as if to address the body, not knowing what to think. He then
turned, a familiar air seeping into his nostrils. Not only was he graced with
his old view, but he was standing in his old bedroom. His mechanical and
medical remedy books all over his desk with the lamp still on, his notes
everywhere. The toy he had tripped over was not a toy at all, it was his first
invention, he called it a Diet-tron. The Diet-tron, when attached to the body,
would calculate the exact food that was needed to be inputted for maximum
efficiency. He had yet to finish it because he wanted to be able to add a
feature for lazy and active days. He stared at it as he remembered it, a little
nostalgic. He walked towards his bed, but his face turned to be met with a
reflection of himself. It was not the reflection he was anticipating, though,
looking back at him was none other than his seven-year-old self.
Hunk placed a hand on the mirror, looking at his silly space footy pajamas and
his messy bed head. He smiled a little, his younger self stood as thin as an
active seven-year-old. Hunk closed his eyes and was happy that his brain had
taken him back, had brought him back to the time before it all went to hell. 
 
There was a small knock at his door followed by his voice. 
"Hunk, are you going to come out for breakfast?"
Hunk staggered backward, realizing that this dream was not a gift. If it were
to be labeled as anything it would be a curse. He just had this dream the other
day, but it was only the act of the event, nothing about what lead up to it.
Hunk began to panic, now knowing what was happening. He wanted nothing more
than to double over and throw up, wanted nothing more than to stop this from
happening, but he remembered when he tried that last night.... it slightly (not
slightly at all) backfired. He swallowed the bile at the edge of his esophagus
and choked out an answer to him.
"I'll be right there...." 
Just talking to him made him want to throw up. He shivered. He really didn't
want to go through this again....
 
Hunk let out a small cry as he got ready, his hands guiding themselves to a
simple yellow shirt with 'Schrodinger's cat walks into a bar. And doesn't'
printed in black letters across the chest and navy blue pants. As he dressed he
realized that his body lay so flat, so thin, so..... so innocent. Hunk went to
reach for his orange headband, but he knew that he didn't have the headband
back in this time, he felt naked without it.
Hunk exited his old room, the height difference slightly disorienting. He
looked to his left and eyed his room, he shivered and turned the opposite
direction and walked through the old layout of his home. He walked through the
living room to the dining room which was connected to the kitchen; Hunk stopped
at the threshold of the dining room and looked at his mother. She was smiling.
He forgot what it looked like for her to smile so wholeheartedly. Hunk looked
at her young face, her un-grey hair and he smiled a little. Hunk then looked
at him, sitting and talking normally. His face smiling huge, his large jawline
mimicking that of his father. His sand dune hued eyes almost tearing up due to
his  loud laughing. 
"You gonna join?" he asked looking at Hunk. His body was thick, but a muscular
thick. His body sculpted and prepped specifically for fighting any threat to
the family. His hands large and calloused because of him woking hard at the
shop down the road and his side delinquent journeys. Hunk looked at his hair,
it was straight and a deep brown, falling unevenly down his forehead and
slightly down mid-neck. Hunk wheezed out a reply and sat at the table
beside him. Beside the man that was the reason for all his future pain, beside
the reason his whole world comes crashing down, beside the pain of a man that
crossed a line that shouldn't have been crossed, beside a man that he used to
respect. He sat beside Victor, his older brother. 
Their mother set plates piled with food in front of the two. Victor dove right
in and shoved food into his mouth. 
"Come on, Hunk!" Victor nudged Hunk "Eat up, so you can become strong like me!"
Victor flexed, his off green t-shirt stretching at the bicep
I... I don't want to be here.... Hunk thought
"What are your plans for the day, Victor?" Hunks Mother asked, sitting at the
table with her own plate of bacon and eggs.
"Chance and I were going to go cruising around, maybe chill at his place or
something."
"Lance?" Hunk flinched at the similarities in the names, him long forgetting
about Chance. 
"No, Chance, silly." Victor laughed "I was thinking it might be good for Hunk
to come along, he needs to get his head out of those books for today."
"I don't want to go" Hunk fought, knowing where things would go if he went with
Victor
"Oh come on, Hunk! You've been locked in your room for the whole weekend, your
nose stuffed into those books."
"I want to be able to pick up dad's research." Hunk said under his breath,
still audible. 
Even in his current time he's still hell-bent on taking after his father. His
father, as good as any Garrison commander, died during and experiment he
collaborated on with the Garrison scientists. Hunk's father was alive for a few
minutes after the explosion but he had glass and corrosive chemicals all over
him, he didn't last long. A few days after the explosion the Garrison dropped
by with some of Hunk's father's things, one of them being a large green vest
jacket. Victor refused to take it, due to him being pissed at the Garrison for
letting this happen in the first place, so naturally it was given to Hunk but
back in this time he was too small to fit into what he finds to be his future
coping skill that can help for small anxiety attacks (well that and his
headband). 
"Chance can help you with that, he loves science."
"I know...."
"Then it's settled, you'll come with me and go to Chance's house!" Victor
happily smiled 
"Victor," Their mother began "Is the only thing you're going to be doing,
hanging out with Chance?" 
"We might go visit the Garrison," Victor smirked
"You mean just pick a fight with them, right?" their mother asked with a laugh
"It will be fine, we haven't gotten caught yet!" Victor talked with food in his
mouth, but his voice was still clear as if he didn't. 
Hunk began to fidget. He hated this normal family banter. It was wrong. It felt
uncomfortable. It felt disgusting. It wasn't his Voltron family.... it wasn't
right.
"Done!!" Victor said slamming the milk glass on the table "Ready Hunk?" he
asked as he stood
"Ya...." Hunk lowly voiced as he slid off of his chair.
Hunk hugged his mother 'good-bye' knowing that this would be the last time her
smile would be truthful; that she would only give him words of control after
this; that the next time he saw her, she would never be able to look at him the
same. Hunk let go of her and followed Victor to his purple air propelled, self-
made, bike. Hunk got onto the bike with assistance from Victor who sat directly
behind Hunk and held onto him as he started the bike and headed towards
Chance's home.  Hunk wanted to jump off, he wanted to overreact and hurt
Victor, but he knew that no matter what he did nothing would change. He knew
that if he even fought a little it cold force the events to speed up a little,
and that was the last thing he wanted to do so Hunk stomached the whole ride to
Chance's home..... where it is going to happen.... happen out of nowhere. 
 
 
Victor parked his bike, leaving it still running. Victor let out a sigh and
raised a brow and looking thoroughly confused "Chance said he'd be waiting
outside, hold on let me check on him." Victor left Hunk at the bike hovering to
tall for him to get down without great effort and disappeared into Chance's
small double wide trailer. Beside the home was a small makeshift garage that
looked out of place and more like a clubhouse than a garage. 
Hunk mentally screamed
His thin hands began to shake, he wasn't ready. He wasn't prepared. He didn't
understand why this was happening right now. He was confused as to why his
brain decided to freak out, pass out, and come directly to the thing that he
was panicking about. Why did he have to relive this so vividly? Why couldn't he
change what happened? It's a dream, whatever he want's to happen should happen.
But that's not the case here, he knows that if he tries one thing that didn't
happen then he would be forced to the event. And he was going to prevent that
as much as possible hoping that he would wake before it got there.
 
"Sorry about that Hunk!" Victor came back out after about half an hour of
trying to 'search' for Chance. 
Chance walked out, his body shaped almost identical to Keith's, but his hair
platinum blond and pointing up into a little shark fin of a mow hawk. Keeping
his intimidation level up Chance had on an orange cloth headband, the tails of
it falling on his shoulders and the rim covering his thick red eyebrows. His
complexion slightly pink and on his face, he wore thick framed glasses that had
tape connecting the bridge in the middle. Chance's fashion sense was half armor
and half actual clothing, aesthetically placed around his body making him
appear stunning and beautiful. 
"Hey, Hunk!" Chance called waving. Hunk had long forgotten Chance's voice, a
voice of reason and concern, a voice of innocence and delicacy, a voice coated
in honey and sweets. 
"Hey, Chance...." Hunk said, his voice cracking
"I didn't know you would be joining us," Chance guided out his own makeshift
bike from the makeshift garage, its color a bright green that matched his
eyes. 
"Ya, he practically begged me!" Victor laughed, lying through his teeth, as he
rejoined Hunk on the bike. Victor clung to Hunk pulling him closer to him as if
to keep him safer
"So are we going to go to town or--"
"We are going to go meet Dextra and Vince," Victor said, smiling at Chance
"No," Chance said pointing to Hunk and staring at Victor
"That's not want you told mom." Hunk said, in a low grumbly voice. He slowly
began to believe in the dream, believe that he was truly back here. Chance was
the step that it took for him to think so. In all the dreams before he never
saw Chance, even though he was part of the event that will forever imprint
itself on Hunk's life. So seeing Chance was kind of like a numbing element. 
He began to forget about Voltron, about his future, about yellow, about......
even about Lance.
"I know it's not what I told mom, but I want to go see Dextra and Vince before
we go to the Garrison. They both want to join anyway."
Hunk had no reply, but Chance did "No, Dextra is a terrible influence in Hunk!
They don't understand boundaries and whenever I misidentify them they lash out
on me! They are rude and nothing but a bad influence"
"You and Dextra have always butted heads. They came out as genderfluid and you
couldn't handle it. Plus Dextra has Vince to keep them calm."
"Bringing Vince into this argument is a bad example! He's worse then Dextra. He
goes overboard with every little job that we do, he pushes it until we are on
the brink of death and then wonders how we got into that situation. He's brutal
and cruel." 
"You've just got a grudge against him because he's rich, and shaped like a
glorious black god." Victor bantered back
"It's still not a good idea!" Chance said not denying the fact
"You can stay here if you want Chance. The three of us can take on the Garrison
without you."
"You mean the four of us," Hunk pitched in, cringing at his own enthusiasm
"Of course," Victor laughed and rubbed Hunks head, messing his hair up
"Oh, I'm still coming. You guys need a voice of reason, and someone to explain
to the Garrison that you are all idiots." Chance snickered 
The three of them headed out. Chance was not that far behind Victor and Hunk.
Chance liked to watch Victor's back making sure that it was safe and sturdy at
all times. Out of everyone in the whole world, Chance knew Victor the best. Not
even Hunks own mother knew Victor as well as Chance. Some people would say that
Chance was like Victor's wife, keeping him stable and fixing all his problems
while cooking the occasional meal for him. In Hunks whole life, in the future
or past, he had never seen someone so dedicated to a friend. 
It was almost like love. 
 
The three biked for about fifteen minutes, to half an hour, being a little late
as well. Dextra cursed at Victor for being late and then hit him when they saw
that Victor had brought Hunk along. 
"Are you a fucking tool? Your brothers gonna die!!"
"Dextra." Vince voiced in Dextra's ear seductively, stopping them from
continuing
"He asked to come along," Victor said as he got off the bike and helped Hunk
off.
"It's fine, whatever, we all know how you are about your brother...." Vince
said in a slightly disgusted tone
Dextra shook off Vince "So are we going to blow up the Garrison or not?"
"WHAT?!" Chance exclaimed, "B-b-b-blow it up?!"
"You didn't tell him?" Dextra asked
"Would you have?"
"True." Dextra looked at Chance "It's not going to be huge, just enough to show
them that we mean business. Once it goes off we are going to go in with the
stun guns and blast a few people, snake out, and go home free."
"It's not going to be that simple, and you know it!" Chance let out a breath as
he removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his brow "You three..." He
cursed, knowing full well that fighting too much would be useless and just
decided to go with it, though he was 100% against it "I'm back up, I'm not
going in. I'll have your backs and if you desperately need me, I'll come in. Or
if you get captured." He made eye contact with Hunk "And Hunk is staying with
me."
 
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The Garrison was finally in sight, the facility smaller than in Hunk's time.
The main building constructing to make it to what Hunk now knows. 
"Alright, this is far enough." Chance said, not wanting them to be seen too
soon
"We'll be back in no time, and if we aren't here in an hour or so then leave
without us," Victor said mostly to no one but hoping that Chance would listen
to him.
The three left Hunk and Chance and headed inside.
"Will he be alright?" Hunk asked, his future emotions gone completely at this
point.
"Your brother may be an idiot, but he's strong. Last time the two of us did
this he was handcuffed and still beat the daylights out of a squad of Garrison
soldiers." Chance laughed, his face lightly blushing
The two conversed, talking about what they could do when they reached back at
Chance's home. Hunk even talked about doing some experiments or maybe just
cooking a ton of food. They bonded for about half an hour until a large blast
scared the both of them and out of the blast came riding their three
delinquents. 
"Go!!" Dextra shouted
Behind her was Vince and Victor riding their bikes, they all looked super happy
their mission apparently a success. 
"Let's go!!" Victor yelled
"What happened?!" Chance questioned as he started his bike up, thinking that
something might've gone wrong. 
"Go now, questions later!" Victor said
In a moment of pure unadulterated panic, Chance drove back to the meeting
place. There was no possible way for Chance to contact Victor without giving
away his position so Hunk and Chance just chilled out for about an hour until
the other three met up with them. When the other three arrived Chance was
pacing back and forth, like a worried mother. 
"Sorry, we had to go into the desert and lose our entourage in 'Dead man's'
cave". Victor apologized as Hunk ran and hugged him
"I'm just glad the three of you are alright... I was thinking of calling you
but I didn't want to give up our location to the Garrison with the small chance
they would come after us too."
 "Good idea, knowing Iverson want's our heads he might just come after you guys
if he knew where you two were," Victor said smiling at Chance
"It was no problem, though, we just had three platoons of Garrison soldiers on
out asses blasting actual lasers at us. Intent to kill." Dextra said as if it
wasn't a big deal "It was easy, would've been easier if Vince wasn't edging
them on, cursing at 'em and calling names."
"I was properly motivating them." Vince defended
"I can't believe you three...." Chance let out a sigh. There was a long pause,
a long wait "Well, it won't do us any good just standing here. Let's head to my
house. We'll discuss this there."
"Your house smells weird, let's just go to mine," Vince said "The servants
will--"
"No." Dextra and Victor stopped him "Just, no." They said in sync
"Well, I never!" Vince pretended to be hurt
"Ready to go back to Chance's house, Hunk?" Victor asked
"Ya, sure," Hunk said smiling, "I miss it already." 
"It's only been about two hours since we left, silly." Victor laughed at Hunk's
sarcasm and put him on his bike
"Alright, let's head to your house, Chance" They all got onto their bikes and
began heading toward Chance's house. 
"So what are we even going to do when we get to your house?" Dextra yelled as
they biked parallel to Chance
"I was thinking I would make us some victory food and then we'd play a silly
game that we would have to ban after a few heated rounds."
"That sound's like any normal day...." Vince said, a little bored
"Isn't that the point? We are not even 25 yet, we should be living our lives to
the--" Chance's words stopped at a loud banging noise behind them, it was as if
he were scared. His eyes flashed with pain, the noise shocking them all, but
Chance was off.... He grabbed his stomach and lost control of his bike. Falling
to the side at 80 miles per hour. 
"CHANCE!!" Victor yelled pulling a U-turn and rushing the Chance's side. He
kneeled down beside Chance and cradled him in his arms. Chance was
hyperventilating and shaking, his abdomen gushing out a deep red liquid.
"Blood?? What the hell happened?!" Victor said as he took his shirt off and
placed it over Chance's wound. 
"What the fuck happened?!" Dextra asked as they and Vince pulled up
Then the noise of vehicles finally resonated with all of them. They looked up
and about 500 feet out, almost all caught up to them was the Garrison fleet
they were trying to loose. 
"H-H-How?!?!" Vince gasped as he moved his bike in front of Dextra in hopes to
protect them. 
The fleet, right in front of them.
"You are all coming with us," Lieutenant Commander Iverson stood in front of
them, him getting out of the brigade at some point "If you don't we'll kill you
here. For all the thing's you've done, you are bound to get the death penalty
anyway."
Chance convulsed in Victor's arms. His skin was getting colder by the second. 
"Will you help Chance?" Victor asked as Chance held onto Victor's hand over his
wound out of fear
"He won't make it back, you know that." Iverson snarled his face in disgust
Victor shed a tear "We have to try...." 
"I'll..... I'll be fine...." Chance said, smiling off his fear, but his voice
trembling along with his body
"Chance...." Hunk fell to his knees beside Chance's head with a gasp
"Hunk, I'll-- I'll b-be okay....." Chance reached up to his forehead with his
non-bloodied hand "Here," He took off his headband and motioned for Hunk to
take it "It's helped me to be--be br-brave, for me to f-f-f-face my fears, for
me to be a-a-able to b-bear all my problems and not f-f-feel the burden. Do you
know what orange standss for?" Chance hacked up blood as he questioned.
Hunk shook his head side to side, "N-No...." Hunk whimpered out
"O-Orange means enthhhhhusiasm, fascination, hap--piness, determin-n-nation,
success, an-an-n-nnd encourage-ment...." Chance let out a shaking breath "Hunk,
will you take care of it for me?"
"Yes!" Hunk took it, wrapping it around his forehead "I'll be enthusiastic,
I'll have an undying fascination in everything I do, I'll be nothing but happy
and determined, I'll sow success and I will encourage those around me--" Hunk
wept, as he realized that Chance had gone limp. It clicked with him why he
really didn't remember Chance, it was because of this. He knew Chance was
there, he knew the sacrifice that Chance had set forth, but Chance was the
least of his worries after what Victor did to him. Hunk tried to rub the tears
away as the Garrison escorted them towards the base for interrogation and
probably execution, but the tears just kept falling. Hunk could hardly hear
Dexra's curses, Vince's swears or Victor's pleas to leave Hunk out of it.....
he looked at Chance's body, and with his whole heart wished that he could've
had a longer time with Chance. But he lost that chance..... he lost Chance.... 
 
Chance was dead. 
 
But sadly, that was only the beginning of his past. 
 
Chapter End Notes
     This book is going surprisingly well. I hope you guys are getting as
     much into the book as much as I am. Also, I wanted to mention that
     this is marked as Explicit due to the topic, there will be a little
     bit of reference to some people having sex, but it won't be intense
     unless all of you are okay with reading that type of material. Again,
     thank you for reading and I hope that you are enjoying the book.
***** In the other's eyes *****
Chapter Summary
     With Hunk out, Lance has nothing better to do then look back on their
     relationship. Not only that, but Lance finds out a secret that may
     prevent them from ever forming Voltron again.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Lance lay beside Hunk on a separate bed connected to the wall, his body
cocooned in a thick blanket that Pidge had brought as a peace offering about a
week ago..... a week ago.... Lance looked over to Hunk's sweating face, his
quivering lip, and his crying eyes. Hunk had been in a comatose panic for about
two weeks at this point. He kept repeating names of men that Lance had never
heard of. 
 
On the third day that Hunk was out, he called for a man named 'Chance'. Lance
had a little panic:
"Hunk, I'm right here!" He reached for Hunk's hand but once he heard a repeat
of the name Lance felt broken. 
His whole body had been numb after that. Lance stared at his boyfriend wanting
comfort from another man with a, somewhat, similar name. There was that name,
the name that was loosely talked about at the Garrison: Victor. Lance didn't
know why but he hated when what name rolled off of Hunk's trembling lips in a
shaking voice that sounded pitiful and depressed. Lance placed his headphones
over his ears and blasted his comforting music, a simple playlist that he made
for him and Hunk a while ago, titled 'Future ♡'. He closed his eyes and put his
head on the wall and lost himself thinking of how he and Hunk even became a
couple in the first place.
The funny thing, that made him finally smile, was that it made a difference who
you asked who started the relationship. Hunk said Lance did and Lance said Hunk
did.
The truth only lies in the past. 
 
~Back at the Garrison~
The first time Lance had met Hunk was actually an unpleasant one..... for Hunk.
Lance was the guns-a-blazing, don't-give-a-single-fuck, my-way-or-the-high-way
personality, and when mixed with Hunk's calm and shy demeanor back in the
beginning.... it was chaos. Hunk was only stuck to Lance to keep him in line,
as part of a prior arrangement with the Garrison [which will be introduced
later]. But it was uncanny, as they were in classes together learning the same
material, Hunk grew to like Lance. In a weird way, Lance acted out Hunks
thoughts. If Hunk thought of a remark to snark back to the teacher he'd keep it
in his head, but Lance would shamelessly spout it out.
They were really close and Hunk thought of Lance as his best friend, he never
really saw him as boyfriend material. Though Hunk never really saw himself as
anything more than a wingman..... he wasn't even sure if he'd want a
relationship. Lance, on the other hand, only flirted with others to try and get
under Hunk's skin. He wanted nothing more than to be taken by Hunk, but Hunk
was oblivious to see that. Lance had come accustomed to Hunk, and for Lance
life without Hunk was a life without breathing, or without laughing. Hunk
backed him up, even with his ridiculous remarks back to people, Hunk was there
to have his back even though he didn't seem to have a spine of his own (back
then).  
Lance decided to just stay friends, for the time being, knowing that if Hunk
didn't see the signs that meant he wanted none of it. But as they began to
mature out of Middle school and graduated into the Garrison High school with
each other Lance could hardly take it. Their Sophomore year in High school,
Lance decided to pretend to be an admirer of Hunk's and put little love letters
under his door at ungodly hours of the night (sometimes getting in trouble).
Hunk knew from the first letter that it was Lance, his handwriting so awful and
his spelling almost as bad as an engineers' handwriting. Hunk didn't mind the
notes because at first, he thought that they were a mistake, or just Lance
being him and trying to ward Hunk off.
Hunk_kept_every_single_letter.
After a month of receiving the letters (one week before they were going to find
out who their assigned crew was going to be,) Hunk confronted Lance. 
 
Hunk stared down a box to his right as he tried to finish his Engineering math
homework, he looked back to the question:
 Question 24: Two jars of capacity 3 and 5 liters are filled with mixtures of
alcohol and water. In the smaller jar 25% of the mixture is alcohol and in the
larger 25% of the mixture is water. The jars are emptied into a9-litercask and
  remaining volume is filled up with water. Then what percentageof alcohol in
                               the cask will be?
Hunk snorted, knowing that the answer right away was 50%. He showed his work in
code and then stashed the book away, his last problem done. 
A knock came to his door, it was Lance's signature knock: two short knocks and
one loud long knock. 
"Coming!" Hunk called as he opened the door with a quiet 'Swhoowsh'
"Hey, you want to head over to dinner with me?" Lance asked
"Sure, let me grab a few things." Hunk flew back into his room, grabbing his
key card to get back in as well as his Portion-Finder gadget (which scans a
certain food and tells the person wearing the device how much they are allowed
to have) that he had created a little while ago. He exited his room and locked
it securely with his hand print as well as the key card access. 
The two then walked side by side to head into the dining room. They talked
about nothing, well they talked but it was all gibberish to the normal human
ear. They gossiped and gaggled about their latest test, they talked about the
teachers by code name so that they couldn't get in trouble with talking about
them, and they just stayed in constant conversation. Totally comfortable in one
another's presence, sharing the same air as the other, sharing the same laugh,
smile, and joy as the other. It was bliss.  
The two made it to the hall and scanned their cards so that they were allowed
to get the food. They separated for a second as they each searched for the food
that they wanted and when reconvened they kept talking as if they were never
apart. Lance was talking more than Hunk, but Hunk didn't mind. He loved
listening to Lance's voice by now, he even had dreams that were just Lance
talking or singing.  
Hunk finished before Lance, due to him just eating as Lance talked and then
when he finished that was a sign to Lance for him to start eating and let Hunk
get his words in. They had just made this relationship, without either of them
knowing. It just kind of happened. 
After eating the two began to head back to the dorms, curfew in two hours. They
reached Hunks door, three doors before Lance's room. 
"Alright I'll see you--"
"Lance," Hunk interrupted, "Can you come in so we can talk?" Hunk scanned his
hand and used his key card as Lance responded
"What's wrong? You getting lonely?" 
Hunk didn't say anything as he walked into his room and turned on the lights.
Ignore the mess he thought to himself without actually voicing it. 
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Lance asked a light blush on his face
and his heart beating a little faster than normal (he was standing in his
crushes room).
"Are you serious about..... about everything?" Hunk placed his hand on the box,
looking like it was for support but unknown to Lance it had to do with the
contents of the box. 
"Okay... Ummm.... you're going to have to be more specific than that, dude."
Lance crossed his arms, thoroughly confused
Hunk picked up the box and opened it, revealing all the letters that Lance had
ever left. Dates plastered on them and all of them in neat little piles of
their own.
"I got them.... but I thought it was a mistake at first." Hunk avoided Lance's
shocked expression, he missed his first flustered Lance "So I waited, but then
they just kept coming...." 
"Oh. My. God. You have them all?" Lance questioned walking a little closer to
Hunk
"Is...Is that bad?" Hunk asked sheepishly, thinking that Lance might say that
it was a mistake and he thought this was someone else's room. 
"It's romantic as hell, Hunk." Lance said 
"You can have them back, though..." Hunk said, connecting eyes with a now
almost crying Lance
"What? No, are you kidding?!" Lance took a small step back. He thought that
this was going to be Hunk saying that he loved him too, he thought that Hunk
was going to say something about going out to eat, or a cheesy joke about food,
or something that would mean that they could be together..... but he was wrong?
"No, I'm not. I mean, I don't really see the point of having the letters if I
have you."
 
 
 
Lance opened his eyes when his headphones were gently removed. He rubbed the
tears away that had escaped from his eyes. Thinking back to that made him
extremely happy, but also remarkably alone. Lance shook his head lightly trying
to deviate from the thought path he knew he was going to venture down. He let
out a breath and looked at the person holding his headphones. 
"Shiro?" Lance questioned
"Hey, I came to check up on you." Shiro dragged a chair in front of Lance, who
was now a little drowsy and more so depressed with having that flashback. 
"I'm as good as I was day one, you know that." Lance said shifting his weight a
little to avoid his everything feeling more paralyzed than it already does.
"R-Right..." 
Shiro had seemed off, to Lance, since day one as well. To Lance, it seemed too
convenient that Shiro was the one that told everyone to take it seriously
during the exercise, that it was Shiro who requested them to take a break when
they couldn't form Voltron, and that it was also Shiro who found Hunk in that
miserable state. Lance wanted to address Shiro about it, but he didn't want to
accuse him in front of the whole team incase he wqs over reacting... now was
his chance. 
"Shiro?" Lance began with a question "Can I ask you something?" 
"Of course, what is it?" Shiro's ears twitched
"Do you know who that voice was from.....? You know, before everything went
wrong..." 
"Oh, you mean the voice when we tried to bond two weeks ago? The one the scared
us all?" Lance shook his head up and down to that "Well I think the evidence
leads to it being from Hunk like Pidge had said earlier." 
"Shiro, I think you know that's not what I'm asking," Lance said as he put his
hands out for his headphones and when Shiro gave them back to Lance he placed
them around his neck as he continued speaking "I'm asking..... damn it.... I'm
asking if you were the one to--to take it out." Lance looked straight at Shiro
who had a look of a cat who got caught with its paw in the cookie jar. "Shiro,
I need to hear it from you, were you the one that forced Hunk into a panic? Are
you the reason he passed out?" Lance got a little loud as he asked
"Lance..." Shiro said apologetically as he let out a sigh 
"Why? Why, Shiro?! You had no right!" 
"Lance, you must have seen his behavior. He wasn't acting himself leading up to
the day, and on the day he seemed even more out of it." Shiro leaned back in
the chair "I wanted to help, I wanted to see if it was something I could help
with. I mean I could've if it was just simple torture..."
"What?" Lance questioned, his voice cracking
"Damn...." Shiro ran his hand through his hair as he inadvertently told Lance
something he didn't want to tell him
"What did you witness, Shiro?! What did you rip out of my Boyfriends head?!"
"Lance you should ask him when he wakes up--"
"IF he wakes up, Shiro!" Lance gripped onto the blanket and wrapped it tighter
around him, trying to prevent himself from not punching Shiro straight in the
jaw. "Why did you say you didn't know? Why wait until now to tell me? If I
didn't ask were you even going to tell me?!" 
"Lance, I...I didn't want you to know. I thought it best if I kept it to myself
and wait for Hunk to tell us all himself."
"But what if he doesn't! What if he doesn't wake up? What if this put's him
like that for the rest of his life?!" Lance then gasped as if he just realized
something, he covered his mouth as he continued to spew his worries "What if we
have to find another Paladin for Yellow? What if we have to force his bond with
Yellow to break?!" Lance was stressing himself out, he was making himself
unstable with all of these 'What if's'. 
"Lance..." Shiro reached out for him, but Lance smacked it away
"No! Tell me! What did you see? What happened in the clip of my boyfriend's
life that you saw?" 
"Lance, I don't think I should--"
"You shouldn't have delved into his head in the first place, Shiro!" Lance said
recoiling his hand so that he could refrain from seriously injuring Shiro,
which he wanted to do so bad right now "I have every right to know..... you
have no rights. You are going to tell me what you saw, and you are going to
tell me right now." Lance was acting overprotective, who wouldn't in this
situation.
Shiro was more caught off guard that Lance was lecturing him. Shiro came here
to just check up on him and Hunk, see if there was any progress, maybe try to
get Lance out to the training deck and then get more than just Coran's space
goo into him. He wasn't expecting Lance, of all people, to see through him and
see that he had done this terrible deed.... that he had violated the Paladin
code of trust. He dug into someone's brain without their okay. Shiro had dug
too deep, he had wrenched in and pulled out part of Hunk in which should've
stayed there. Shiro did something bad, he knew it. Shiro had lost the trust of
not only Hunk, who somehow figured it out that it was him who was digging in
his brain even though he did his best to hide that it was him, but he also lost
the trust of Lance..... and he can only imagine what Pidge, Keith, Coran, and
Allura are going to think when they find out what he has done. 
"Shiro.....?" Lance questioned, his voice a little low "Is it really that
bad?" 
"..." Shiro took a second, to take in the regret, to take in the pain that he
has caused, to take in everything. "I saw a man I didn't know," Shiro began
with a lie, he knew the man all too well. He knew of Victor, he knew of what
Victor had done, he knew of the pain and agony that Victor had dragged many
to..... he just didn't know how Hunk knew Victor "He-He was the source of the
voice." Shiro paused for a second and contemplated telling Lance everything
that he had seen, everything he witnessed through Hunk's eyes "All I know is
that Hunk went through pain daily from that man. It went on for weeks until
someone found him, I think it was his mother.... but I'm not sure. It went by
kind of fast."
"I can't.... I can't him imagine not telling me about this...." Lance said
glancing over to Hunk "Is... Is that everything?"
Shiro paused for a moment. He thought about telling Lance the whole truth but
he knew that it would destroy Lance. He knew that if Lance was broken over this
little bit of information that he would be completely demolished by everything
Shiro knew. But Shiro did run the thought of telling him a couple of times in
his brain. He considered it. 
"Lance," He began, his voice catching itself on the way out and without another
thought ended the conversation with "Yes, that's everything I know."
 
Chapter End Notes
     Glad to see you guys so into this book! Never thought that I'd even
     get one comment on it! Hope you liked this chapter and the next one
     will be out Friday!
***** Blue *****
Chapter Summary
     Lance can't function. He tries to go back to being a functioning
     Paladin of Voltron, but what happens if he unravels something else
     that should've been kept from him?
Lance was infuriated.
He couldn't go to anyone to vent because he didn't want anyone knowing
about Shiro being the one who dug the memory out of Hunk's head, and he didn't
want anyone knowing that it was from Hunks head.... everyone already suspects
that it was from Hunk anyway, but he didn't want to give them concrete
evidence. 
Lance paced the room. It had been only a day since Shiro had told him, and he
was more pissed than he could ever be. 
1. He didn't want to confirm that that voice was from Hunk! No one needs to go
through that voice even once, let alone for his whole life (according to
Shiro). 
2. WHY SHIRO??! Shiro is supposed to be the level-headed Leader of Voltron.
He's supposed to ask and receive, not assault and seize. 
3. Lance had to go to Keith and apologize. Lance suspected that Keith was the
one to wrench it out, and he actually thought that Keith was looking through
Shiro's head in order to try and ruffle some of the memories from back when he
was captured.
It was just a few days ago that Lance had begun to suspect Shiro. After he got
his brain back for a little and he thought it was too convenient that Shiro was
there. 
"STOP!!" Lance yelled at himself as he grabbed his head. He ruffled his hair
and emitted a terrible smell. He hadn't gotten out of his Paladin armor in two
weeks. It was starting to stink. BAD. Lance put on his helmet and called into
it "Is anyone near their gear?" 
There was a short silence
"What's up?" It was Pidge
"Can you...." He paused looking at Hunk. Was he really about to abandon his
comatose boyfriend?
"Lance?" Keith's voice joined in
"Can someone come watch Hunk?" He said in a low voice "It's getting stuffy and
depressing in here...." Lance wasn't sure if there was silence of shock or joy
on the other end
"We'll be right there," Pidge said as if all of them were in one room and were
going to collectively escort him out.
Lance waited for a little bit of time for them to get to him. He knew it would
take about 5 or so minutes for them to all get here. So he decided to lean next
to Hunk. Lance put his face on the cold bed that Hunk was on and he looked up
at Hunk's face
"I'm sorry, babe." Lance said "I'm so sorry. I know that you would say that
this isn't my fault but it is! You were hurting and that was a first for me. I
thought that you being--well--you would comfort yourself. But I guess if that
doesn't work for us why would it work for you?" Lance let out a sigh as he
stood and grabbed a towel to wipe Hunk's sweaty forehead down and placed a cool
cloth in its stead. "I wish I was there with you, in your past. I mean, we met
in sixth grade at the Garrison, but you had already been there for three years
before mom decided to enroll me. I was a pain and all the teachers knew the
second they looked at me..... but you, you didn't miss a beat, you made friends
with me day one. You even sought me out in order to talk to me. It was awesome.
Then eighth grade year, when you started to get really tall and started eating
more..... I fell in love with you all over again." Lance laughed "I even told
my family I'd make you my husband one day, they laughed and shrugged it off."
Lance heard the door open as his train of words was cut off. 
Standing in the door was Pidge with a cart of equipment and Keith with a small
smile (one barely detectable). 
"I'll watch him, and if he so much as makes one noise I'll tell you about it."
Pidge set herself up spreading her array of computer equipment on the ground
and planting herself there with her helmet on safely. Keith walked over to
Lance and said, as-a-matter-of-factly
"I'm here to make sure you actually leave," Keith said crossing his arms. Lance
laughed through his nose, a little mocking laugh. He followed Keith out and
closed the door with one last look at Hunk. 
Keith made sure that Lance took care of himself. Keith acted like a makeshift,
awkward-loving, trying-his-best, parent as he got Lance to take off the Paladin
armor, take a well-needed shower, and get some food into his system. Keith
wondered why Shiro wasn't the one to do this, but since yesterday Shiro has
been a little down in the dumps. Keith didn't mind filling in, which he found
odd since Lance was his self-proclaimed rival, but he was also a Paladin of
Voltron who needed to be in their best shape in the case that Zarkon brings the
fight to them.
 
And...... Keith needed to apologize. 
 
The two sat in the dining room, Lance at the head of the table and Keith right
beside him. Keith had his helmet with him in the case that Pidge called with an
update.
"After this do you want to hit the training deck?" Keith asked as Lance
finished a mouthful of "gourmet" food goo. He thought it might be good to get
Lance out in a small battle simulation
"What are we going to do after we hit it?" Lance lightly joked, as he slowly
put another spoonful in his mouth. Keith smiled a little bit, glad that Lance
was in a mood to poke out jokes. 
"You know what I meant, Lance," Keith said as he leaned on his hand and looked
at Lance as he ate. Keith seemed as though he needed to tell Lance something as
if he needed to come clean, but at this point, Keith didn't want to make Lance
even more depressed so he decided to keep the thought to himself--for now. The
two sat in silence as Lance finished eating, he was used to having Hunk there
to fill in the silence with stories or something. When Lance finished the food
on the plate it floated away towards the kitchen and Keith guided Lance towards
the training deck. 
Keith walked beside Lance, his hand out a little almost touching Lance's back
as if trying to guide him. They made it to the deck in complete silence, as if
Keith were trying to make Lance comply by making him slightly uncomfortable. 
The two exercised for what seemed hours, they fought with simple wooden swords
as if they were brothers out in the backyard of their house waiting for mom to
come out and tell them that lunch was ready, and they better wash up before
even thinking of coming to the table. Lance asked for a second to breathe,
Keith thought it was nice that Lance was actually out of the room and seeing
his face looking so determined was nice but he didn't' want to push him too
hard. He complied. 
The two sat up against a wall beside each other as they tried to catch their
breath. 
"Thank you, Keith," Lance said smiling at the ceiling
"For what?" 
"For this, for... for caring." Lance glanced over "I needed this more than I
thought."
"Keith?" Pidge's voice called over the helmet, her voice a little shaky
Keith put on his helmet "Is everything alright?" 
"Just put Lance on," She said
Keith passed the helmet with a shrug of his shoulders
"This is Lance," 
"He's talking in his sleep....." Pidge said in a low hush as if to try to keep
it out of Keiths ears
"He's been doing that...." Lance said, thinking about him calling out for the
other men in his stead
"Okay, so it's not abnormal. Just wanted to make sure," She said letting out a
sigh "Other than that, and me swapping out the cloth on his forehead a few
times he seems to be okay." 
"Thanks for the update, Pidge, I really appreciate you looking after him."
"No worries, I'll buzz you if anything else happens." She said, audibly setting
her helmet down. 
Lance handed back the helmet to Keith and let out a sigh as he supported his
head on the wall behind him. Lance closed his eyes and welcomed in the silence
for once. He was silent in both mind and body, his worries finally not flooding
his mind. 
Lance looked over to Keith, his eyes slightly watering as his thoughts then
came pouring back in. 
"Lance?" Keith questioned
"Keith," Lance began sniffling and grabbing his hoodie to his left "Have you
ever been in love with someone so much that it hurts?" 
"No, not really." Keith said leaning forward looking at Lance "I was in the
desert for a few years, remember, and before that I was too young to really
think about that sort of thing." 
"But what about Shiro?" 
"Shiro? Shiro is like a big brother to me, I've never thought of him like
that." Keith said smiling a little. Everyone asked him that because he was like
a duckling to Shiro when he was young, so people assumed that he loved Shiro in
a husband kind of way rather than the older brother kind that it actually was.
"Any other questions?" Keith joked as he stood
"Actually yes," Lance said looking over to him, Keith a little taken aback that
Lance didn't take it as a joke "Lately Hunk has been saying some things. I feel
like I know them or like I was taught about it in the Garrison briefly but I
can't put my finger on it."
"Okay?" Keith raised a brow
"Does the name, Victor, mean anything to you?" Keith stiffened at the sound of
that name coming out of Lance's mouth
"Yes, I know that name...." Keith said stretching out a hand for Lance to grab
"Why?" Lance complied and continued as he got up
"Hunk keeps repeating his name, along with the name Chance, Dextra, and Vince.
They all sound familiar but I just can't rack my brain as to why..." 
"Lance," Keith said "You know those names because those are the names of "The
G.R.G (Garrison Resistance Gang)"." Keith said, "You know at least that name
right?" 
"A little...." 
"Wow..." Keith mocked slightly "The G.R.G was the group of people who attacked
the Garrison, stole equipment and killed many people. They were ruthless and
their leader, Victor, was the worst. He was stone cold and killed anything that
defied him. Shiro had a few run-in's with the leader, but that's really all I
knew before the Garrison kicked me out." 
"Wait, Shiro knows Victor?" 
"Ya, you should ask him about it. He might be able to give you some insight
into why Hunk was talking about them. I mean Hunk was kind of a bookworm so he
could've been just reciting some material in class for all you know." 
"We'll go with that, I don't want to talk to Shiro right now...." Lance said
running his hand through his hair and stretching
"Why not?" 
"We got into a little bit of a..... fight," Lance said noticeably wanting to
drop the topic
Keith cleared his throat at the tangibility of the awkward atmosphere around
them "Want to go round two?" Keith waved his sword around 
Lance noticed that Keith was trying and smiled "Bring it on, Mullet!" 
 
 
Outside, the training deck stood Shiro. His back against the wall beside the
doors. He knew that he shouldn't be there, but hearing Lance's voice outside of
the med-bay worried him for a second until he heard Pidge phone them a status
report on Hunk (Having his helmet with him he heard everything). He wanted to
confront Lance, but he knew that Lance didn't want to see him, even though he
felt like he needed to.
Shiro had come back to the training deck several times due to this being the
place where hecompletely messed up. He thought for some reason that if he came
back then he could fix histroubles. He always found him venting his worries
here anyway, but he wanted to fix what happened then, and maybe he could try to
heal the wound over now. Without thinking rationally, Shiro headed towards the
med-bay, appearing to be hell bent on a mission. 
 
 
Pidge sat in the corner, a little overwhelmed with how bad Hunk actually was.
She thought to herself that she'd be able to work because Hunk wouldn't be that
bad off, but Hunk whimpered and called out in mumbles for names or places. His
thoughts were scattered and hers were getting there. Pidge had her headphones
around her neck so that she could still hear the hum of her computer's
calculations but also in the case that Hunk were to say anything of value she
was ears open with a pen and paper. Unexpectedly, to her, the med-bay doors
opened and Shiro walked in.   
Unexpectedly, to her, the med-bay doors opened and Shiro walked in.   
"Hey, Shiro." She greeted but Shiro didn't answer. So with nothing from Shiro
who just walked up to Hunk, Pidge turned on her helmet (as a precaution) and
set on the one-way frequency so that if the other two were to yell at her she
(and Shiro) wouldn't be able to hear it. "What are you doing here, Shiro? I
thought you and Allura had a date planned or something."   
"Pidge," Shiro didn't look at her he just stared at Hunk "I've done something
bad and the only person we all go to for our problems is resting...."   
"I know, it can be hard, but maybe this is a good thing-- in its own,
extremely, twisted way."   
"What do you mean?" Shiro questioned finally looking at her
"Well, this gives us the opportunity to rely on each other more."  
"That's true," Shiro said in a sluggish tone
The med-bay doors opened again, but this time slightly forced
"NO!" Lance yelled "You," He pointed to Shiro "get out!" 
"Lance calm down!" Keith said, getting between Lance and Shiro. 
"No, I won't calm down, Keith!!" Lance said, his arms flailing and somewhat
glad to not have the clank of armor restricting them "He is not welcome here!"
Lance's nostrils were flaring by now he was so pissed. Shiro used an
opportunity when Lance wasn't there to go see Hunk, to go see if he could get
more information out of him, for all Lance knew. 
"What's going on?" Pidge questioned in a quiet tone
"I don't want the man responsible for Hunk being out, to be in here right now!"
Lance yelled. A split second after, his face matched Keiths and Pidges. Lance
covered his mouth with both hands "Damn it...."
"What?" Keith questioned slowly turning to Shiro
"Shiro, what is he talking about?" Pidge questioned standing
"He's the one..." Lance said, swallowing back his sadness for a brief second
"He's the one that went digging in Hunks mind. He pulled out that damned voice
from Hunk...."
Lance was so livid at this point all his reasoning went out the window. He
wanted to keep this from them, but the fact that Shiro went behind his back to
see Hunk hurt him more than the initial act (by a small margin). 
"I want you out, Shiro! I'm still pissed and I--!!"
"Lance, stop yelling." Keith said in a low tone, he then turned to Lance and
with a stoic face Keith said "The person who dug into Hunk's mind was actually
me, not Shiro." 
"What are you talking about?!" Lance panicked, he could feel his heart
contracting. His whole team was against him. His whole team couldn't be
trusted. 
"I knew something was wrong with Hunk, I can't really explain it because I suck
at reading people. He just seemed off. So I decided to dig, though trust me
when I say I didn't expect to drag that voice out of him." Keith looked to the
floor, he couldn't stand Lance's face, he couldn't face the fact that he was
the reason that Lance was in distraught "I got so worked up after Hunk was out,
I blamed myself so I confided in Shiro, spilling my worries out..... I just
didn't think he'd make you think it was him..."
"No, you're lying...." Lance began to cry "We.... Today we bonded.... we bonded
like brothers, and then.... and then you go and tell me this bull..." Lance's
voice was weak. Shaking in and out of vocal ranges. He grabbed his shirt in
pain "I can't.... It hurts too much.... I can't breathe... Pidge watch Hunk..."
Lance spouted out really fast as he ran out of the med-bay. 
Lance ran. He ran without anyone running after him. He ran to someone who he
knew he'd be able to find comfort in. He ran to the single person who had yet
to crush his trust to dust. He ran to her comforting words, her calming voice,
her soothing purr. He ran to Blue. He ran to the only one in Voltron he could
trust. She accepted his weeping, weak, body without hesitation and as he curled
in the pilot seat she purred in comfort. She did her best to lull her little
Paladin's worries out. Blue did all she could to make Lance comfortable. 
Lance cried his everything out. Lance sobbed in Blue's soundproof head. Lance
wept himself numb. Lance screamed out the pain, though it didn't go away that
easily.
 
Why does it hurt so much? Why does it hurt my heart? I've never felt this
amount of betrayal in my life.... Why can't they tell me what happened? Was it
really Keith? Or is he covering for Pidge? What the hell is up with them? Why
is this happening? Why are we falling apart?  When Hunk wakes up how are we
ever going to form Voltron? What if he doesn't wake up? What if the next thing
to happen is Allura telling me we have to go find another paladin for Yellow?!!
What if I have to sever his sacred bond? Is that even possible to do? I need
Hunk!! I need to tell him all my worries, I need to vent to him, I need him to
pet my hair as we cuddle and he tells me that I've overreacting! I need my rock
and my hope, my peace and my stability......I need Hunk. I need him. Want is
out of the question, it hurts to breathe without him, it hurts to laugh without
him, it hurts to function without him. 
What am I going to do? A life without Hunk...... isn't worth living. 
***** Compromise *****
Chapter Summary
     How far is the Garrison willing to push in order to make sure that
     this is where it all ends? What's going to happen to Hunk?
Without any words, the Garrison stuffed Hunk into a vehicle that was small and
cramped. Hunk didn't say a word, his mind blank and devastated. He stared at
the chair in front of him as the driver and other passengers said nothing to
him. He was not cuffed because the soldiers made sure he knew that they thought
he posed no threat to them.
Hunk knew what was going to happen at the Garrison, he knew what he'd be forced
to do when he got there. He knows that he'll be forced into a corner and will
have to comply in order to go free. Hunk feared that because this was a dream,
and dreams tend to go overboard, that everything will be amplified. He looked
down to his fingers that were playing with the tail to his new headband. Hunk
let out a small sigh, his heart racing. No matter what he did he could never
forget how this went down, every time he was sent to the principal's office in
Lance's stead he was reminded of the agreement and essentially the event. Lance
never got in trouble, because Hunk was the one that took the fall, it was part
of the deal.
Hunk looked up to the man beside him in the cramped vehicle, his face stern and
looked like he had a few years in the Garrison. 
The vehicle started to slow down,
I am not ready for this..... I don't want to do this....
The vehicle came to a complete stop, and without regard to him they yanked him
out of his seat and violently tossed him out of the car. 
"Hunk!!" He heard Victor call for him. Hunk looked at the ground that he was
on, it was the same that Chance was on right now. Hunk glanced up to Victor who
seemed to be devising a plan to get them out of here. "The kid has nothing to
do with this!" Vince yelled struggling against the four large men containing
him
The man who threw Hunk out of the vehicle walked up to him and placed his boot
on Hunk's stomach, lightly "You'll want to watch your tone with me, children."
The man seemed to be threatening them 
"You wouldn't dare!" Victor said "He's just a kid--"
"And so are you,Victor." The man said, pressing his boot down on Hunk a little,
enough to make Hunk flinch and let out a little gasp "Do you want to test your
theory? That I wouldn't dare?"
Victor bit his tongue and glared down the man, the man who dared touch his
little brother. 
"Get up, child," The man said as he pulled Hunk up by his hair, making Hunk
call out in a scream
"Stop it!" Victor lunged towards the man but was stopped by his handlers who
forced him to stay in place
"Victor!!" Hunk called out his voice in a high pitched panic and tears rolled
down his cheek "Yellow!! Yellow is my favorite color!" 
To everyone around it seemed like the most random observation. The worst last
words to tell the other. But to Victor.... he couldn't have asked for more.
Yellow was their thing, their symbol, their tie to each other. Yellow may be
symbolized with being a coward, but it's most known for being a primary color.
An important part of the color wheel. An essential part in every color in the
world. So when Hunk yelled that to Victor, that meant that no matter what
happened here, no matter what the Garrison could do to Hunk, no matter what
they told Hunk about his brother, Victor was a primary part of his life. 
No one knew how to react to it, Victor shifted and stood up straight. He smiled
and said, "I love the color Yellow, too." 
Thinking that it was some sort of code, which it was, the man then dragged Hunk
away and Victor, Dextra, and Vince were escorted to a different part of the
building. 
 
===============================================================================
 
Hunk sat, shaking. His feet not long enough to touch the floor of the Garrison
interrogation room. He ran his hands through his hair gently to make sure he
wasn't bleeding and when confirmed he placed them on the edges of the chair.
Hunk closed his eyes, knowing full well what was going to go down here, and he
didn't want to have to look at Iverson and comply. 
He was afraid of Iverson (at this point in time and in the present). Every time
Iverson talked to him he always had that tone in his voice as if he thought him
no better than his brother. Iverson hardly looked him in the eyes. 
Hunk remembered the day when they failed the simulation yet again and people
mocked him for throwing up in the main gear box, Iverson spewed out a 'subtle'
hint of Hunks past as he too mocked him. Iverson always mocked him.....
 
The door opened, Iverson walking in with two people on either side of him. He
sat at the table and opened a folder,
"Do you know why you are here?" 
Hunk let out a sigh, he knew exactly why he was here. They were going to make a
deal with him, in order for his brother to go free. At this age he knew not of
the actual cost that it would entail, but in the same view because of this deal
he got to meet Lance, he got to find Yellow, he got to bask in the glory of the
Castle of Lions....
Hunk stayed silent however, he didn't want to tell Iverson that he knew, that
he understood. That he was ready. So he did exactly what he did that day and
kept his gaze on his legs that began to swing slowly. 
"Sir, he's just a child...." One of the men bent and whispered mockingly.
"His age has nothing to do with it, he's the brother of Victor." Iverson said
swatting the man away "I'll ask again, boy," Iverson said through his teeth "Do
you know why you are here?"
"..." Hunk didn't say anything, he did look up to Iverson though. He tried to
tell Iverson with his eyes that he didn't care. He wanted to be taken back to
Chance, he wanted to tell Chance that he wished that he was there longer, that
he didn't need to have this headband..... Hunk began to fidget with the
headband. Chance's smell was very strong on it, unlike in his time where his
own smell had taken over. 
Iverson let out a sigh "You are here to negotiate. Your brother is going to be
told that you are being beaten and tortured in order for him to cave in. You,
on the other hand, are here to make a deal, so that we can confirm that this
'resistance' ends with those three." Hunk stayed silent, knowing not to say
anything "Boy, listen" Iverson continued "If you swear yourself to the Garrison
and elitist as either an engineer, pilot, or technician, we will allow Victor
to go free. We will ignore all of his past mistakes and keep a sharp eye on
him, but you have to stay here. You have to go through special classes in order
to become everything your brother is not. If you agree, on your eighth birthday
you will belong to the Garrison."
"Why are you going to ignore everything he has done?" Hunk questioned under his
breath
"Victor is strong, he is a working class citizen and is necessary. He will not
be punished, but the other three-- sorry, the other two, will be punished in
his stead of he admits to everything. We both know that Victor was just the
muscle of the operation, the others were the brains behind it." Iverson folded
his hands together and placed them on the table in front of him as he leaned
forward towards Hunk "If you swear, by the Garrison oath, that you will never
become your brother, that you will do exactly what we say when we say it, that
you will never leave unaccompanied by at least one other person, you and your
brother can go home tonight."
Hunk already knew what he was going to say. But it was still a hard decision
back then to tell Iverson that he wanted nothing more than his brother's
safety. If Hunk had said no back then, Iverson would've left and allowed the
officers in the room to beat him half to death and use that as leverage to get
Victor to confess, and if Hunk said no to the deal his brother and he would be
put on wooden planks and planted outside with Dextra and Vince in front of the
firing squad. Hunk had that burden to bear. It would be his fault, or thanks to
him, whether or not he and Vince came out of this alive. 
 
It_was_up_to_a_7-year-old. 
 
"What do you say?"
"...." Hunk knew what he said in the past, Hunk wanted nothing more than to
protect his brother "I want to see Victor...." Hunk said, quoting what he had
said in the past
"Oh, do you?" 
"I want to make sure it's okay with him....." Hunk said
"Oh, alright" Iverson smirked, "Excuse me for a few minutes while I make sure
that's okay with the Commander." He left, two more men entering the room and
closing the door behind them
Hunk let out a breath. 
Victor thought Hunk was being tortured, beat up, and toyed with. So in order
for him to go see his brother he had to look the part. He had to be beaten,
tortured, and toyed with. He had to be scared and tampered with. 
The four men walked up to him, and with one swift move, Hunks hands were cuffed
behind him. Hunk was so scared, he definitely didn't want to relive this part
of his past. This part in which four men beat, bruised, tortured, broke,
molested, and terrified him. Four men forced themselves on him, forced Hunk to
call out and cry, forced Hunk to want nothing more than to wake up. 
"Alright, I think that's enough." one of the men stood, his breath heavy as if
he was working hard to hurt Hunk. 
"You sure?" One of the other men demonically snarled as he kicked Hunk in the
chest knocking the wind out of him
"Ya," the man smiled down at Hunk as if they had done a good job. 
I want to go home.....
Hunk couldn't feel anything, he knew that he had at least one broken rib, cuts
almost everywhere, and bruises painting his body. His body was numb, so much so
that they had to drag him to go see Victor. They grabbed him by his hair and
began to pull him. Hunk let out a voiceless scream, his voice gone from all the
screaming from before. He struggled hard against the hand not wanting Victor to
see him like this because this is what makes Victor break. They walked down the
hallway parading him around before they turned to Victor's door. 
"Victor you have a visitor," a man ahead of Hunk and the man dragging him
laughed as he said that to Victor
"A visitor?" Victor questioned
They threw Hunk in. His hands still cuffed behind him so he thrashed on his
side. His broused shoulder cracking slightly as if hit the ground. Victor and
Hunk connected eyes, Hunk wheezed, breathing alone painful enough to make him
pass out. 
"Hunk?!?!!?" Victor questioned struggling with his own chains "Oh my god,
Hunk!!" Victor began to cry
"I still.... I still love yellow..." Hunk said trying to smile at Victor, but
at the same time reminding his present self that Yellow wasn't ruined for him
because of this. 
"You bastards!! He's a kid!" Victor stood trying to break his chains, but just
lightly cutting his wrists instead
"Boy, tell him the deal~" the man who dragged Hunk here lightly kicked Hunks
back as if to persuade him
"Deal? Deal?! What deal?" 
"Victor," Hunk said, his voice hoarse from screaming so much "they want me to
enroll..... here. And become a Garrison cadet."
"What, no! You don't need that--!" They were both startled by the sound of
several guns going off at once
"Would you rather join the other two outside?" The men mocked smiles not
leaving their faces
"so that's where you took them...." Victor gasped as his knees gave out on him
and he fell back to his seat
"If I say yes...." Hunk continued "We can go home." 
"Go home?" Victor questioned "Hunk, do you really want to be like our father
that much that you are willing to give up everything, just to go home? You're
willing to.... you're willing to forget that they are the ones that killed him?
What if they kill you too? What if--!" 
"Dad loved us...." Hunk interrupted "he did what he had to in order to protect
us." Hunk coughed up a little blood "My whole life you have been the one
protecting me..... now it's my turn, Victor..." 
"No! Hunk I won't let you sign away your life to the Garrison!! Iverson will
kill you! He'll shoot you out into space and we'll never hear from you again!"
"So you rather.... us die, right here, right now and leave mom behind, all
alone?" Hunk asked closing his eyes for a second too long for comfort
"I rather...." Victor stopped his words "I rather them not force you to have to
make a decision like this.... I don't understand why they won't let me atone
for what I've done. They make no sense! I don't understand why they are letting
me live when it was me all along.... I dragged the others into it.... and yet--
" Victor said choking on his words his eyes defeated and emotionless "When I
confessed they took Dextra and Vince away..... they killed Chance because of me
too..... and just look at you," Victor put his forehead on the table "I'm so
sorry Hunk." 
"It's okay, we'll be going home soon anyway because I accept the deal." Hunk
said trying to shift himself to look at the men behind him
"When we get home, I'll fix up your wounds."
"I know you will..."
The men unlocked Hunk's cuffs and uncuffed Victor as well. They were ready for
a brawl with Victor, but he silently went over to Hunk and picked him up as if
he were a small child. As if he were his. As if Hunk only belonged to Victor.
When Victor's hands coddled Hunk, Hunk felt safe. 
He felt safe, secure, and happy. He felt relieved that he got to relive this
side of his brother. He felt joy that his brother once cared this much for him.
He forgot all of this.... He was so happy. Hunk was so relieved he was
smiling..... so elated even though he knew that would all be shattered the
second they got home. 
***** Escape *****
Chapter Summary
     Victor and Hunk are heading home, but Victor decides to take a pit
     stop at Chance's house. Chance's house, where Hunk's past meets it's
     climax.
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is Explicit (upon request of my close friends)! This
     chapter dives into the Adult X minor part of the story, please read
     at your own wish.
Before the Garrison allowed Victor off scot-free, they clamped a watch onto his
wrist, a watch that was also a tracker and would tell the Garrison his exact
whereabouts. They also reminded Hunk that he was due back on his 8th birthday,
or else. After that, they watched Victor carry Hunk to his bike. Victor didn't
look back, his eyes dull and depressed, he looked like a broken soldier, like a
man with no more purpose. Like..... Like how Hunk is going to look in a few
hours. 
Victor held onto Hunk as he slowly drove his bike, going the same direction
they always did. Whether it was out of habit, or curiosity Hunk never knew.
They kept going. After a little, they passed Chance. Chance whose body looked
fragile and his face which looked betrayed as it looked up to the heavens.
Victor's grip grew a little stronger on Hunk as they flew by Chance without so
much as a single word. But Victor couldn't hold back the tears. The only people
that ever gave him the time of day after his father died were those three and
Hunk. And now everyone he knows (other than Hunk) is dead because of him. He
didn't even bother to wipe the tears away as he drove on and on. 
 
"I.." Victor spoke, miles from their home "I don't want mom seeing you like
this...... so we'll just stop at Chance's house for a while. I'll explain it to
her later." Victor didn't look away from the road, as he spoke and without an
'A-ok' from Hunk he just kept talking. 
Hunk wished he could move, he wished he could do something--anything! But the
pain Hunk currently is in, is preventing him from really doing anything. The
Garrison did a good number on him. 
 
Victor parked his bike in front of Chance's house. He was pissed, confused and
shaken. He shut his bike off and carefully carried Hunk to the house, Victor
opened the unlocked door with a laugh from his nose and closed it behind him
(locking it this time). Victor slowly carried Hunk through the double wide, to
one of the two bedrooms. Hunk had seen Chance's home once before when he spent
the night over with Chance exchanging science banter and creating gadgets. 
Victor placed Hunk on the bed. 
"I need to address your wounds, can I take your shirt off?" Victor asked, not
wanting to do something that would make Hunk hate him. Hunk didn't say
anything. He just breathed and looked at Victor, it was as if his vocals were
shot and unusable. Victor took this as a yes as took Hunk's shirt off slowly.
He stared down at Hunk, terrified and shocked at what they did to him "Good
thing these are shallow..." Victor swallowed the bubble in his throat "they
should heal without any scars." Victor just took in the sight of Hunk. The
pitiful, unsightly, vision that is now reduced to be his brother "I'm going to
go grab medicine and stuff from the bathroom...." Victor got up and left the
room. 
 
Hunk closed his eyes. He knew that it would only be a matter of minutes before
this turned to hell. He knew that Victor would invade his privates without
consent. He didn't want to relive that, he wanted to wake up and see Lance. He
wanted to do anything but what was about to happen. Hunk tried to vision waking
up, he tried to force his eyes shut and flash them open in an attempt to get
his other self to wake up. To wake up. WAKE UP!! 
But his attempts had no effect. He was still there. Still cursed. Still alone.
Still without Lance.
 
Victor returned with a Medical Kit and some extra stuff in his hands, he placed
everything beside the bed as he got down on his knees and started addressing
Hunks wounds. Hunk gasped and winced at the stinging, he gripped the sheets and
tried to be brave. He looked at his brother, the gaze of a man trying.
Trying..... trying to hold back. 
 
"Hunk, I'm so sorry..." Victor said as he wrapped Hunk's chest with a large Ace
bandage. 
"Victor, it's fine really." Hunk said trying to smile "At least we are both
alive, right? At least I still have you." 
 
There is a saying that goes: "And that was the straw that broke the Camels
back."  That's very relevant to this situation....
 
Hunk saw his brothers tears dry up in a split second, as a glaze of impure
intentions washed over Victor's eyes blinding him. 
"Victor?" Hunk questioned in fear, really hoping that he would wake up this
instance. Knowing that gaze all too well. 
"I have you.... You are the only one left that will love me..." Victor grabbed
Hunks weak hands and pinned them above his head as Victor climbed on top of
Hunk. "You are the only one....." 
"Victor please..... don't...." Hunk began to tear up, knowing full well that
his dream wasn't going to stop any time soon. He begged more at the dream, at
his mind, to not have to put him through this again. He begged and pleaded
hoping that his mind would have as much sympathy on him as it did on everyone
else. But..... his mind was not so kind.
"I can't let the Garrison take you.... I can't let them." Victor began to take
Hunks pants off with his free hand, his eyes not leaving Hunks. 
"Victor, you don't have to do this! Please!!" Hunk was engrossed into this, all
his sense and knowledge out the window "Victor!!" Hunk really didn't want this.
He REALLY didn't want to relive this so vividly. His past dreams were intense,
but they never built up to the moment, they never made him forget what Victor
did until it just happens. His mind's reenactment of the event never made him
miss his brother as much as this dream did. He wanted to hold on to the good
memories. He wanted to hold on to all the good that happened between him and
Victor.... Victor, the boy who stood up and became a man. The man who took his
father's place in protecting the family. Broke. Victor lost everything. But he
never once considered how everything he lost effected his younger brother, who
went through it all with him-- and so much more.
"Oh come now, Hunk," Victor said, as he removed Hunk's underwear "Don't try and
tell me that you haven't imagined this~" Victor was lost. He was gone. This was
the man that ruined everything. This was Victor possessed by pure depression
and agony. He needed a way out and his only way out seemed to be Hunk. 
"This is--!!" Hunk tried to struggle but he was securely pinned underneath
Victor
Victor chuckled as he began to use his tongue in places that made Hunk want to
vomit, his stomach churn, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his voice
echo throughout the room.
Hunk called out for Victor to stop several times but his cries went unheard.
His cries went unwanted. His cries went. He went.... he wanted to go. 
 
"Vic!" Hunk widened his eyes, a small sound emitting from Hunk's throat that
was different from the pleas from earlier. It was more feminine and more
generated towards that back of his throat. 
"Good boy, you can be louder if you want," Victor said as he slowly destroyed
Hunk's trust moving in, his hands slowly thrusting it's way closer to Hunk. 
"Victor, I don't want this. I don't like it....." Hunk struggled against
Victor, "It feels weird." Hunk began to feel his stomach filling slowly with a
small object, similar to.... it.
"It'll feel good soon, trust me," Victor said, ignoring Hunks small pleas for
him to stop
"Seriously Victor, can you stop. I don't like this. I want you to take it
out!" 
"Hunk, trust me, ok? WE have to get you well prepared before I can just go in."
"I feel sick. I don't like this." Hunk tried to struggle again, trying to move.
His body was in so much pain from the beating that he couldn't really do
anything without being in an absurd amount of pain. If the Garrison had no used
him as a tactic.... he could've escaped. Hunk could've avoided this. He
could've been normal. 
"It will feel better soon, just breathe," 
"I.... stop, please." Hunk slowly cried "Victor, I don't want this..." Hunk
watched as Victor stopped for a second, he thought (for some reason) that he
was done and he couldn't be happier. But in the back of his mind he knew, that
this wasn't the end. He knew that Victor was getting ready for it. 
"I can't wait anymore. It's going to hurt... probably a lot... but it should
feel better after a few thrusts." Hunk was confused as Victor talked in a
whisper, this part almost always escaping his ears. Victor unzipped his pants
and fished out his organ. Hunk's eye widened at the girth and length of his
brother. 
"No. Victor, don't!!" Hunk called out as he struggled, trying to kick Victor
but Victor was numb to them as if Hunk's violence were but an army of
feathers. 
"Shh, it will be okay. Hunk, I love you" Victor licked his lips as he
captivated Hunks'. Hunk's little lips were engulfed by Victor's. He ran his
hand through Hunk's hair and began to push into Hunk. Slowly crushing
everything that Hunk was. Slowly making Hunk wish he were dead. Slowly making
Hunk remember the pain. Slowly invading "Damn... you're really tight...."
Victor said as he pressed his forehead against Hunks. The head of his organ
just entering. 
"It hurts, Victor, take it out. Please." Hunk began to truly cry because of the
pain "Please.... It hurts!! I don't like this feeling, it feels gross." Victor
snapped at that comment. 
"Gross?" His face hung low, his eyes growing dark "You think I'm gross? You
think I'm the gross one?" Victor slapped Hunk across the face hard and grabbed
his chin, squeezing it between his fingers and his thumb "Look at you, that
lewd face, you're the gross one. Tempting me every day with that hungry look,
with that passion flowing through your words." Victor forcibly thrusted the
rest of himself inside of Hunk, the resistance intense but Victor ignored the
resistance and continued on ripping Hunk, making blood seep into the sheets
below.
"No!" Hunk cried in a whisper, the tears not stopping. Tears overflowing. Tears
clouding his eyes. Tears not stopping his brother. Tears not halting the pain.
Tears..... tears that only made him more emotional. Useless, just like him. 
"You're the one who's gross, who's worthless. You're just like a woman, you're
a bitch. This is your worth" Victor removed his hand that had a bruising grasp
on Hunk's wrist and moved it to Hunks small hips, along with his other hand and
gripped them with unbridled anger as he then began to thrust in, using the
blood as a sort of make-shift lubricant. 
"It hurts, Victor..... stop..... please....." Hunk said, between the strange
noises that his throat would emit. The noises that only edged Victor on. 
"Look," Victor palmed Hunk's own organ, which was upright and oozing "You're
body know's what it want's, just admit that you've wanted this. You like this,"
Victor smirked
"N-No... it's a..... norMMal..... re-ACK-tion" Hunk tried to fight it, tried to
fight the moans seeping out of his throat. He tried to stop his body from
apparently inviting Victor in. He tried to stop. Stop it in general.
"You think this is normal?" Victor grunted as he thrusted hard into Hunk "Two
brother's sharing a moment like this, in a place like this. Hunk, this is
anything but normal." Victor smiled "You are so worthless, no one will want you
after this."
Hunk panted, his body starting to shake and tremble, a build up of something
condensing close to his bladder. 
"You're tightening around me, you close?" Victor laughed through his nose,
"Who's the one who doesn't like it?" Victor grunted as he thrusted again and
again.
Hunk felt dead, he felt empty. He never thought his brother would do this, he
never imagined his brother to have this side to him. It was just a few minutes
ago that Victor was showing he cared, showing that he loved him, showing that
he didn't want to hurt Hunk.....Where did his brother go?
Tears kept streaming from his eyes, spilling in every direction. He wanted this
dream over, he wanted this pain inside him to cease, he wanted everything to
stop. 
"I want to wake up..." Hunk whimpered, making Victor stop thrusting
"Wake up? This isn't some dream where you can just pinch yourself and wake up."
"I want to be back with Lance." Hunk continued, ignoring Victor
"What?" 
"I want to be in the arms of the man that I love. I want to hear the voices of
the people I treasure!" Hunk looked Victor in the eyes "I'm done with this
dream, I'm done with this pain, I'm done holding back. I want to go back home,
home to the Castle of Lions, home to Lance's arms, home where the people I love
and the people I trust are. I am finished with this!!" 
"That's a sad story, Hunk." Victor snarled "This isn't a simple dream where you
can wake up. This is real. You are here. Grow up."
 
 
Hunk had lost count of how many times Victor had released it inside of him.
Hunk had lost count of how many days had passed. Hunk had lost. 
He thought he'd start to believe in this dream if Victor kept going, he almost
lost himself once already because of the intense panic that his body was in
from the beginning, but when he thought of Lance he came to his senses. Lance
helped. Even thought Lance wasn't here in person just thinking back to the
Castle of Lions, to the embarrassing moment when the team found out that the
two shared a room. Thinking back when Allura first asked why they flirted with
each other (because on Altea it was unheard of for two men to be in love). He
thought back to everything. But with Victor here, he was beginning to wonder
which one was a dream and which one was reality. 
 
Hunk was chained to the ceiling, his feet on the tippy-toes so that he wasn't
quite dangling, but his hands had already gone numb quite a while ago. His legs
shook to try and keeping his balance so that he didn't sway back and forth
making the rope above squeak and sound off at every movement. His face was
blindfolded and his mouth gagged. Victor had left Hunk there--like that--as he
went off to work. He said that he didn't care who walked in or who found him.
Hunk's first was his, and that's all that mattered. 
 
Hunk heard the front door shut loudly. 
"Hunk, I'm back~," Victor's voice echoed through the house. 
 
Hunk wanted this over. 
Hunk wanted out. 
Hunk wanted Lance. 
Hunk wanted freedom. 
Hunk wanted the pain to stop. 
Hunk wanted to be with Yellow. 
Hunk wanted Lance!
Hunk wanted to see. 
Hunk wanted to wake up. 
Hunk wanted Lance!!
Hunk wanted nothing more than to hear Lance's laughs. 
Hunk wanted nothing more than to see Lance's face.
Hunk wanted nothing more than Lance. 
Hunk wanted Lance!!!
Hunk wanted....
 
"Oh, looks like you're all ready for me." He heard the whisper shockingly close
to his ear, he tried to pull away as Victor untied the gag
"Please, not again Victor....." 
"What does it matter to you, Hunk? You're worthless now, no one will want you."
"Please don't say that...." Hunk whimpered as he felt Victor's hands at his
hips
"It's true, though, why would a woman lay down with you? Or even a man?" Victor
snapped open a bottle of some sort and without so much as a 'how-do-you-do', he
plunged himself into Hunk sending a sharp pain through Hunk's system and
forcing out a loud gasp from him "See? Your body is already so accustomed to
laying with me. You're completely worthless to anyone."
Hunk didn't scream again, he knew that Victor wouldn't listen. He knew that his
cries fell empty to Victor's ears. 
"You will only be mine. From now on, you will only be mine, no one can take you
away. I won't let the Garrison take you away." Victor began to move faster
Hunk decided against all odds to call out one more time, to try and jostle this
dream:
"STOP!!" 
 
 
 
 
Hunk's body convulsed and he slammed himself forward.
 
 
Forward? FORWARD?!
There was a fast beeping behind him, matching that of his heart beat which he
could feel in his head. He looked down, and saw his hands. HIS HANDS! 
"What?!" He whispered, tears falling out of his eyes without warning. But they
were tears of joy now!
Hunk smiled a lot.
He was out.  
He was done.  
He was back.  
He's here!
He's home!!
He looked around him, machines and things he had never seen in the Castle of
Lions before, he panicked a little until the door in front of him
opened. Revealing someone whom he had needed to see for so long.
The door 'whooshed' open revealing the man that Hunk had called for, the man
that he desired, the man that calmed him down, the man that knew nothing of his
past, the man he cared about, the man he loved. That man that kept him sane and
kept him true to himself. The man he fell in love with. The man he knows he can
be himself around. The man that he's going to tell everything to. HIS man!
His voice was talking as he walked into the strange room that Hunk sat in "Ya
and then I said--"
"LANCE!!"
***** Perspective *****
Chapter Summary
     Hunk saw him. Hunk finally saw him. Hunk finally get's to hug and
     hold him. But is this truly his Lance?
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"LANCE!!" 
There was a long silence as Hunk stared at his man staring back at him. Hunk
let go and cried at the sight of Lance's blue eyes, he laughed at this sight of
his boyfriend lost for words, his boyfriend appearing to be all grown up, at
least emotionally. Lance dropped his smile as he looked and matched Hunks teary
eyes.
"Hunk?! ¡Qué coño!" Lance exclaim as he rushed to Hunk's side and enveloped him
in a deep kiss. Lance held Hunks face as if to not let him go (not that Hunk
would've). There was no breathing as Hunk grabbed Lance's back and pulled their
bodies closer together. They separated for a second "HUNK!!?!" Lance choked on
his own words as he pulled Hunk into another kiss. Lance began to cry and
breath heavily into the kiss. Their lips left each other as Lance enveloped
Hunk into a tight hug, still not believing that Hunk was here, that he was
okay, that he was safe. "I missed you so much!!" 
"You have no idea" Hunk giggled as Lance showered him with kisses 
"What's going on??" Hunk heard a call from Pidge, her voice a little scared and
off put. Lance lifted his hand to his ear and placed it over it as if there
were a Bluetooth inside 
"Sorry, Pidge!" Lance smiled at Hunk and kissed him on his nose "I'll have to
continue it later."
"What?" Shiro's voice joined in "I was just getting into that story..."
"What story?" Hunk questioned
"IS THAT HUNK?!?!" PIDGE exclaimed
"LANCE!! ANSWER PIDGE!!" Shiro demanded
Hunk took the ear piece from Lance "This is Yellow, checking on teams Black,
Green, and Red. Is everyone ready to kick some alien butt??" Hunk mocked as he
mimicked a story he told to them on one of the first nights they all shared
here (they were all afraid so Hunk decided to have a sleepover in the training
deck room, they all laid in a circle telling stories. Hunk didn't want to tell
the story of his past, so he told a fictional story. A Fictional story about
five garrison commanders in a war against aliens.)
There was a silence of shock accompanied by gasps. 
"Oh, but don't come" Lance took back the ear piece
"What? Why?" Keith questioned a little hostile
Lance ignored Keith's question and tossed the ear piece to the corner of the
room as he then returned his attention to Hunk. He embraced Hunk, crying and
laughing as he held on tightly. 
"I missed you so much.... you big lug..." Lance whimpered "I can't believe....
you're awake!!" He laughed he rubbed his hands on Hunks cheeks and laughed
"love this stubble-beard thing you've got going on~"
"I missed you too, Lance." Hunk ignored the feeling of Lance's hand through his
facial hair, it was a curse that he grew facial hair in the first place, unlike
Keith.
"Hunk!" Lance shivered in his grasp at the sound of his name rolling off the
tongue of his man "Okay. Okaay. Oh-kay." Lance separated from Hunk "before we
get all mushy and gushy.... you might want to get dressed....." Lance turned,
his face blushing from realizing that he was embracing his man.... his naked
man. 
Hunk looked down, "Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy am I naked???" Hunk's face matched Lance's
as they both blushed
"Allura and Coran needed to put sensors on you.... let... I'm.... I'll just....
hold on." Lance couldn't form an actual sentence so he motioned that he was
going to go grab clothes for Hunk. 
Hunk covered himself with the blanket and took all the suction cup-like sensors
off his body. He removed one that was on his forehead and he just left his hand
there. He suddenly saw Chance's face in his head, the soulless eyes, the trying
smile, the knowledge that all chances of leaving were out the window. Hunk let
out a sigh as he realized that he didn't care about Lance bringing clothes...
he could be stark naked and not care, he just really needed that headband
back. 
Lance entered the room with a tail of loud banter. But Lance locked the door
before any of the other voices could enter. 
"They sound mad..." Hunk said under his breath
"More so at me than you, trust me," Lance said with a laugh. He handed Hunk the
clothes and kissed his forehead. "OH!!" Lance said pulling his sleeve up a
little revealing the orange headband.
"Oh so that's where it was~" Hunk laughed as Lance tied it around Hunk's head,
and let it slide down onto his shoulders.
"W-W-Why don't you get dressed??" Lance walked to the corner and put his hands
over his blushing face 
Hunk got dressed extremely fast--for him. He watched Lance not looking at him.
Hunk noticed that Lance's shoulders had grown broad, that his arms and legs
more defined. Lance had grown. Lance had seemed to move on pretty well, but
just how long has Hunk been out? How long had he been gone for Lance to look
like this? 
Hunk shook his head, as he prevented himself from falling down a path of
despair when his man was right there. 
The room was silent as Hunk's clothes were the only thing making noise and with
him not being connected the receivers it was even more eerily silent. Hunk
decided to look up to the screen which had his heart rate, blood pressure, and
a bunch of other gauges displayed, but the thing that made him almost fall was
the number of days counted on it.
 
76?!?! 
 
76 days?!?! I've been but for 76 days?!?! That's two and a half months!! What
have they been doing for 76 days? It's not like Zarkon would've stopped just
because a Paladin was down if anything he would've channeled his attack here if
he knew. So....what's been going on?? What.... what happened while I was out?!
 
"You know what Hunk?" Lance interrupted Hunks panic "For the life of me, I
couldn't figure out why your headband was Orange and not yellow." 
"Really? That's what you were stuck on?" Hunk questioned
"Don't mock me! I tried to think of why, but then it hurt my head.....I mean we
are all like color coded, so that means that your headband should be yellow
right? But it's not." Hunk breathed in and out and walked over to Lance, he
placed a hand on his shoulder and turned him around closing him in an embrace
"It was a really good friend's, he gave it to me when..... well he gave it to
me when he was dying." Hunk said running his hand through Lance's hair
"I'm sorry to hear that....." Lance said a little sad
"Lance...." Hunk said separating "I can only imagine what you've been through
since I've been out for a long time. I'm so--" Hunk stopped talking at the soft
touch of Lance's lips on his own
"You don't need to apologize Hunk." Lance lightly scolded when he separated
"You were stressed out over something that I had no control over. That voice
did us all in, it still bothers some of us....Shiro and Keith know who the
voice belongs to, but they don't know how its connected to you." Hunk let out a
sigh as Lance brought up the voice that he had just escaped "I know you might
not want to talk about it Hunk, but I have a right to know, I am your
boyfriend."
"I know..."
Lance paused, slightly shocked that Hunk commented with that. Holding back was
the very thing that sent Hunk into this room in the first place "So, who was
that voice to you?" Lance dared to ask
Hunk looked at Lance's deep blue eyes, the eyes that he missed. The eyes that
he could get lost in for days, the eyes that had helped him through so much.
"M-M-My brother....." Hunk stuttered out as he looked away from Lance
"Your....?!" Lance covered his mouth in horror "Your brother? I didn't even
know you had a brother!" 
Hunk didn't want to talk about it, he wanted to bottle it up again and just
hope that he wouldn't explode again. But at the same time he knew that he had
to tell Lance everything, he knew that he had to tell the whole team. His
brother was part of everyone's past, whether they knew it or not, Hunk's
brother affected everything that the Garrison did.
"No one knew....." Hunk said slowly
"Oh my... I'm so sorry Hunk!" Lance began to cry thinking that someone's
brother could say such defiling things. 
"Lance.... I love you so much." Hunk said, his grip around Lance almost bone
crushing "I'm so sorry....I've been gone for a long time...." 
"Ya... I know... I was the one who started that clock...." Lance sniffle into
Hunks shoulder "Everyone else thought it would be a bad idea if I did so
because they thought I'd go insane." 
"It kind of helped, though, right?" Hunk smiled 
"You know me so well...." Lance laughed "With every day that passed I looked
back on that day that I knew you. The fourth week was kind of hard to remember
since you were scarcely there.... but I tried to look back on our relationship
ship. I remembered something that I had forgotten about." 
"Oh?" They separated and sat facing each other on Lance's separate bed
"The first time you blew up the science lab, making everyone panic. But you
were laughing in excitement--like a maniac-- because your experiment actually
created a beautiful blue crystal. You cut it down to size and gave that to me
for our month anniversary...."
"Oh right. But didn't they take the ring away?"
"Ya... Iverson took the ring away.... he had it in for the both of us..." Lance
said in a little bit of a mad tone
"Lance.... I..." Hunk looked at lance, and then away 
"What?" Lance questioned as he looked at Hunk "Hunk, you can tell me anything."
"I know...." Hunk took in a deep breath "I'm so glad to be here...."
"You have no idea." Lance said with a little laugh "You were starting to worry
everyone, we all could even feel Yellow's worries." 
Yellow.....
"I'll have to apologize to her," Hunk said letting out a sigh and bringing
Lance in for another hug, his hands wrapping around Lance's body holding him
tight. A comforting grip on him as Lance too wrapped his hands around Hunk.
They both whispered 'I missed you so much' countless times to the other as they
embraced. 
"But...weren't you going to say something?" Lance questioned separating 
"It's about my past...." 
"Hunk--"
"My past before you... with my brother." Hunk said looking straight at
Lance "We should gather everyone, they need to know this too." Hunk began to
move and stand
"Hunk, wait!!" Lance tried to keep him rooted on the bed, and failed "They
don't need to know your past!!" 
"Lance, I'll only tell them the gist of it, you will be the only one I tell the
whole of it too. Shiro, Keith, and Pidge need to know about my brother because
he affected them too." 
"Hunk....." Lance said awkwardly getting up to meet his boyfriend, "I'll be
right there...." Lance decided to hold back what he was going to tell Hunk
They headed to the front of the ship where Lance said they'd all probably be
(with the addition of Allura and Coran).
They both entered and with a little 'Hi' from Hunk they all tackled him (not
enough to take him to the ground but enough to make him stagger). 
"It's so good to see you Hunk," Allura said, trying to not cry
"Why don't we all grab a bite to eat and talk?" Shiro said in a calm voice as
he smiled
"Actually, we might want to save the food for later." Hunk said surprising them
all "I have to tell you guys something about my past. Pidge was actually honest
with you guys about hers, but I was too afraid to tell you mine--"
"Hunk that can wait," Keith said trying to tell Hunk that he needed something
to ear
"No, it really can't. I want you guys to know me. Plus my past affects all of
you too, so it's kind of important." 
They all agreed to Hunk's words, not that anyone was going to press it anymore
with the fact that Hunk was fresh out of a two and a half month coma. The seven
of them walked to the dining room and all sat in their seats around Hunk, Lance
practically sitting in Hunk's lap he was so close to him. 
"First off, thank you all for caring for me. I never thought that I'd get so
bad as to pass out, let alone be out for as long as I have been." Hunk held
onto Lance's hand "As you all have probably figured out: I talk in my sleep. So
I think you all have heard me repeating names." Hunk looked at Lance who's eyes
confirmed that it was true "Victor, Chance, Dextra, and Vince...." Hunk said
their names again and let out a sigh
"That's the G.R.G, right?" Pidge asked
"Right," Shiro said
"They were a ruthless bunch of delinquents," Hunk said looking at the table,
"We all learned about them in the Garrison and we all were taught how to not be
like their leader, Victor, the most. About a year before I joined the Garrison,
when I turned 7, the G.R.G was disbanded. All people except the leader were
counted missing and fugitives." Hunk saw the confusion on all of their faces as
to why he was repeating this to them "They weren't disbanded.... the Garrison
killed everyone but the leader." 
"What?!" Lance shockingly stated matching everyone's looks
"Hunk, how do you know this? That's classified information!" Shiro said a
little authoritatively as if he knew
"Well, I know the same way you know, Shiro.... I was there." Hunk let out a
long sigh
"You were there?" Keith questioned
"Victor..." Hunk let out a sigh and gripped Lance's hand tighter "Victor, the
leader of the G.R.G, the man who killed countless lives......was...." He
cleared his throat "is my older brother." Everyone went silent and stared at
Hunk not believing in his words. 
"That's not true!!" Pidge said in an angry tone "That man was labeled as a
monster! The Garrison said that he had no family." 
"The Garrison had told us many lies, we already know that so this shouldn't be
a surprise that they held this from us too. It's simple, they caught Victor and
the others on one of the few days that they brought me along. Chance, the man
who gave me my headband, died before anyone. The Garrison shot him in the Liver
and he bled out in minutes. He died in Victor's arms. The Garrison then used me
as leverage to get my brother to talk. The ruffed me up until I couldn't walk
on my own and the paraded me to my brother so that he would confess to
everything he did...." 
"Hunk..." Lance put his hand over Hunk's which were shaking on the table
"So that begs the question.....If the Garrison did all that, why enroll?" Shiro
asked
"That was part of a deal I made." Hunk breathed out heavily "They put it on the
shoulders of a seven-year-old to decide the fate of him and his older brother.
So, in order to not wind up like my brother the Garrison and I formed a
contract saying that when I turned 8 I belonged to them, and them alone until
they saw me fit to live a life that wasn't Victor's. I was Garrison property. I
had to do whatever they said. They just didn't want another man like Victor. So
I was put into special classes when I joined, I was taught how to be everything
Victor wasn't. Then, one day, they were warned that a trouble maker from the
McClain family was going to join the Garrison, they told me that no matter
what, under no circumstances, was he to get out of my sight." Hunk looked over
to Lance "You were the only good thing that came out of that contact.....
that's why whenever we got caught collectively, they would send you back to
your dorm and take me to the principal's office. They'd remind me time and time
again that I was to avoid sneaking out, avoid acting wrong, avoid becoming like
Victor....."
"Why did you never tell us?" Lance asked as he rubbed Hunks back
"Because.... my brother was a dark part of my past. He killed many people and I
didn't want you all to put me in the same category as him."
"Did you really think we would?" Shiro questioned
"I... I didn't know. Shiro, I know that my brother did terrible things to you
and your friends and I really didn't want you to think that I was like
him....." Hunk let out a breath
"Your brother may be a terrible man," Keith said leaning towards Hunk, saddened
and hurt "But, you are not your brother." Everyone smiled at Keith's words
"Those were my lines!!" Lance whispered a little angrily to which Keith
shrugged his shoulders
"Hunk, we don't think any less of you." Shiro said "Because of your past, you
are who you are today. We all have our demons to deal with, some more rooted
than others, but we all have them." 
"You are still Hunk," Lance said kissing him on the cheek "MY Hunk~." 
Hunk looked at all of them. 
Yellow was right. Their reaction surprised him. Yellow knew that they would
understand. He laughed as he began to cry a little his tears more of relief
than anything. 
"Thank you!!"
 
Hunk felt a cold creeping up his skin. As if he were being prepped for a needle
injection. He shrugged it off thinking that it was his body telling him that he
was hungry. He hadn't had any real food in over two months. But just as he was
starting to feel fine, he felt the small pinch like a needle and then the weird
rush of the flow of the injection into his arm. He went to complain but his
mouth was not moving. He looked to Lance, who appeared concerned and who's
mouth was moving but no words audible. Everything went black. Hunk closed his
eyes and felt himself fall. But he didn't hit anything. He didn't really fall.
It felt more like he was suspended in the air like he was floating.
Hunk opened his eyes, seeing nothing but blackness. 
"NO!! LANCE!!" Hunk began to panic, tears welling in his eyes, "WHAT IS
HAPPENING!!?!?! LANCE?!?!" Hunk screamed, but he didn't exactly hear his own
voice come back. He called again and again and again, his voice lacking an
echo, his voice lacking the escape from his lungs, his voice trapped in his
sternum. His worries began to consume him. His worries began to wash over him.
Hunk felt trapped. He felt constricted. He felt alone. He felt linear? He
recognized this feeling from WAY back when he got really injured in a firefight
and he was put into the cryopod. 
Is that where I am?  Hunk thought to himself as he tried to wrap his head
around what was happening. Was that all just a lie??? Did I not wake up??? Did
I not just see Lance? Did I just not have a reunion with my team and tell them
my past? Was that all a projection? Am I in the cryopod?? WHAT??
"Are you sure this is the one?"  A snare of a voice seeped itself into Hunk's
brain rooting it's cold disgusting magical clutches on his emotional, fragile,
brain stem. He felt nauseous, he knew that his whole life was in the hands of
whoever this was. He knew that this was the hand that was in his head earlier,
feels like the hand that dug in his brain back before he had his meltdown.
But..... it can't be. That would be impossible! 
"He has on the Yellow Paladin's armor."
Hunk began to shake. The voice made him feel unrefined and made him feel as if
he had not taken a step further but rather as if he were hurtled back. Hunk
looked down to his hands, but his head was restrained he couldn't move any part
of his body. He felt weak and taken over as if he weren't himself. He began to
tremble in fear. 
"He may be weak, but the others will come for him."  
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!?!" Hunk tried to scream
"I think this will do just fine, Haggar."
"WHERE AM I?!?!" 
Chapter End Notes
     And you thought the Angst was over?
***** Two Paladins *****
Chapter Summary
     Confusion is present. What will become of this new reality?
Chapter Notes
     This contains my head cannon that King Alfor was the Yellow Paladin
     (instead of the popular HC that he's the Blue paladin).
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Suspended in the air, surrounded by an impenetrable hoard of Galra ships,
hovered the main fleet of the Galra Empire. In the center of all the ships
stood the mother ship, where Zarkon himself sat proud and noble. He sat
intrigued with the argument set in front of him, he sat demanding respect and
acknowledgment, he sat knowing that with one word Haggar could kill all the
generals that squandered his time in front of him. Haggar stood to the right
side of Zarkon as the meeting of the minds extended past the seven-hour mark.
She was starting to grow impatient with the conversation that was stuck in a
loop. They conversed over something in question, they argued about whether or
not they should even fight it head on, they contemplated moving the home fleet
in order to save lives that would have potential in fulfilling the Galra
Empire's need. The banter went on as Zarkon listened to the arguments and also
gave his final say. At the nine-hour mark, Zarkon dismissed the meeting and
began another. This was the life of the Emperor of the Galra, he had many
quadrants to look after, many to make sure that they followed in his line of
work and he had to make sure that any sight of Voltron was properly reported.  
After a short three-hour meeting about making sure that the moon
of Hundoor couldn't revolt and was sure to be destroyed if it so much as a
thought to uprise occurred, Zarkon walked up to the window in the throne room.
His mind trying to be set at ease that his empire wouldn't fall so easily with
the thousands of years that he has been running it. 
"Sire!" A soldier rushed in and his voice hitched at exit as he kneeled to
Zarkon
"Yes?" Zarkon asked shortly not looking to the soldier
"The outer squad said that they had seen three of the lions. They are coming
right for us." 
"Just as planned." Zarkon looked to his right where Haggar still was "Why don't
you go wake them up? Also, check on the Druids and see if they have found any
weakness in the Yellow Lions armor or any fault in the Blue Lions maneuvers."
"As you wish," Haggar said with a soft tone as she then left his side. 
Haggar moved down corridor after corridor, heading towards the medical hanger.
She passed the prison hanger where broken soldiers and gladiators waited for
their deaths. She smiled as if she had won. As if in another world, the medical
hanger was brightly illuminated (unlike the prison) and glorious pink healing
crystals all around as if letting you acknowledge where you are. Haggar walked
and walked until at the end of the crystallized hallway. It opened into a room
where above floated a large crystal (if fallen on even Zarkon he would not
survive); she walked to the middle of the room where a lower elevation than the
rest of the room occurred. There stood two erect cryopods filled to the brim
with the bile of a Snopshoot Snow Horse found only on Junjoo's 3rd moon. The
bile toxic to any normal breed, but to humans, it causes a great deal of vivid
hallucinations, and if two humans are in the vicinity of one another they will
share the same hallucination and believe it was real from the beginning. 
Haggar made her way in the middle of the pods, up on the lip of the stairs
right above where the bile would set when it excreted from the cryopods. She
swayed her hands as she spouted a Druid incantation, a flash of purple
lightning danced from her fingers around the cryopods. The bile that filled the
cryopods began to ooze outside as if it were being regurgitated again. Haggar
cackled as she witnessed the two beings inside slump and try to stand as they
awakened. The two inside had on armor fit to perfection, the armor not
deteriorated one bit from the bile and the luminescent bright blue 'V' on their
shoulders hadn't wavered. 
The pod to the right began to move first. Banging and screaming as if it were a
natural instinct to do so "WHAT?!" it barely audible due to the thick
containment it was in. It began to bang on the glass harder trying to force its
way out. "Let me out!! Where are we?! Who are you?!" 
Haggar placed her hand on the glass containing the voices small furry, and with
a smile, she surged her lightning magic inside forcing a loud scream out of the
one inside. 
"You will be silent." she demanded
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Hunk was at a loss for words, he found himself in a cryopod-like container and
covered in a substance that smelled of Roses mixed with fumes of the lunch
ladies mystery meat (he found himself slightly glad he knows nothing about the
substance). He ignored the smell and was relieved to find himself able to think
a little bit, the fog clouding his brain slowly lifting.
He heard muffled voices again, but this time two different people were
arguing. 
"Do you remember anything?" a deep voice questioned in an overpowering tone
"NO!! Where is he?!?" the other voice questioned in a more motherly tone, but
in a way hinted to Hunk that it belonged to a person that he held special to
his heart. The voice was as clear as day, but when Hunk went to move he was
restricted by his mind's worries. 
 
Was all of that just a dream? What's reality and what's my subconscious desire?
Did I really want that badly to see my past strewn out in front of me? Was my
subconscious guiding the actions of my friends? Did any of them live that with
me? What is going on here?!? Why do I feel like we've been here for a long
time? Where is here?
 
"You were foolish to think that Voltron could defeat Zarkon." A different and
demeaning voice called as a figure loomed in front of Hunk's cryopod
"What are you talking about?" 
"You five--Paladins--thought you could bring Voltron to Zarkon and defeat him
but you fools brought the most powerful weapon right to him!"
"Ya, he separated us, that was months ago, though!" 
"You humans really don't understand the concept of time...." The figure in
front of Hunk waved it's hand outside of the window of the cryopod and slowly
opened it. He was towering over a small older alien. Her hair gray and her eyes
golden like a cat's though she was not a Galra she had a specifically maniacal
air around her. Two thickly built Galra soldiers grabbed Hunk and yanked him
out of the cryopod. They forced him to kneel, to which he let out a grunt. 
"Hunk!!" Hunk looked over to the voice that had been arguing
"Lance?!" Hunk looked over to his boyfriend who was in the same predicament as
he was but the two holding Lance down were more emotionally keeping him at bay
rather than physically
"What is going on here?" Lance questioned to Hunk as if he thought Hunk would
know.
"I have....no idea." Hunk said looking up to the woman his voice bubbling and
distraught (just like his mind).
"I guess we had them in the bile for too long.... interesting." She said
"What do you mean by that?" Hunk asked, "How long have we been in there?" 
"Earth's time is more of a joke. Humans wanted to think they understood what a
concept of time could be if marked by simplistic numbers on a scale. If I were
to tell you how long you have been in there, your minds would not be capable of
wrapping around the idea of it." She smirked as she made the two feel inferior
by a large margin "I can maybe dumb it down, if we were to estimate the time
that you were inside the bile, it could (though not entirely accurate) be
rounded to the equivalent of 8 sun appearances on Earth." 
"Eight days?!" Hunk looked over to Lance when Lance squeaked out the
exclamation
"Days? Is that what Earth calls that?" 
"We were made to believe that we were in there for 76 days, how is that
possible?!" Hunk asked as if she were going to answer anything more but she did
no such thing. Without an answer from the woman Lance began to get impatient,
"What is going on??" Lance demanded to know
The woman looked to the four soldiers holding Hunk and Lance down "Take them to
Zarkon, he will tell you what to do with them." The soldiers didn't question a
single word she spoke. They waited until she left to be able to move, out of
respect for her superiority. When about to leave they didn't cuff Lance and
Hunk as if to tell them that they were so weak that they posed not a single
threat to them. With no regards to Lance, they lifted him as if he were a leaf
and dragged Hunk behind them as if he were a defeated soldier. Lance complained
most of the way, his worries mostly voiced towards Hunk more than anyone else. 
"What was that?? 76 days! Two and a half months! Was that all a lie??" Lance
questioned "You were in a coma, and I was depressed. You told me about your
past.... was any of that--"
"I saw all that too." Hunk replied to Lance "It felt so real...." Hunk looked
at his hands
"So that all happened then??" 
"You two are zadins." One Galra said making the others laugh. 
"What does that mean?!" Lance questioned as if he were to fight these,
obviously, elite Galra soldiers without a weapon.
"A zadin is.... well if I were to try to even translate it to your simple human
language it would be like a term which you use to express when someone is about
to die a horrible, painful, death."
With that said and a snicker from the guards Lance and Hunk had a silent mind-
conversation. Not that they could actually talk mind-to-mind but more they
looked at each other and mouthed words trying to convey their emotions as well
as try to figure out what had happened to them. Just as they had begun to get
used to communicating they entered in through large double doors with what
looked like a kindergarten version of an outline to a Galra ship and they were
tossed onto the ground, butt in air and chin meeting the metal floor.  
On the other side of the room, sitting as if he were not moved nor threatened
in the least bit by these two was none other than Zarkon himself. His hands
grasped the edge of his arms rests on his throne as if he were preparing to
hold himself back and not engage in a petty battle that would be easily won by
him. These paladins to him were no more than mice in a maze made of ever moving
pieces. Zarkon didn't move, his gaze enough to make a man break if looked into
long enough, his physical presence devouring all pride that the two had left.
Zarkon let out a hum as if he were preparing to play a game with these two as
if they were simple keys on a 5 note piano.
"As you requested, my Emperor." the Galra said as they stepped back a little.  
They moved backward, knowing full well the power that Zarkon held. Hunk,
feeling gutsy, sat up and refused to smell the Galra infested, footprinted,
blood stained metal. He didn't look at Zarkon, no he didn't dare go that far
just yet, but he did move without a say so. Lance, not wanting Hunk to be
targeted, shot up as well and sat as if he were back in his home with his legs
crossed in front of him and his hands holding onto his ankles as if that would
protect his sanity and calm his racing heart. 
"Excellent." Zarkon spoke, his words carrying enough fear without him so much
as moving an inch "You two Paladins are a sad excuse to that name. You
foolishly charged with Voltron formed as if you expected a different event to
happen than last time I came face to face with you." Lance bit his tongue as
Zarkon lectured them about the power that Voltron holds, about them being
incompetent pilots and not understanding the war that they were involved in.
"You have no right to be called Paladins of Voltron."  
"You're right." Hunk said looking straight at Zarkon
"I beg your pardon?" Zarkon questioned with a twitch in his hand
"Hunk, what are you doing?" Lance whisper-yelled
"Zarkon is right, Lance, we know nothing about Voltron. We were dragged into
this simply because the blue lion thought that we could, somehow, learn what we
needed to in the short amount of time that we had." Hunk let out a sigh "I am
not what a Voltron Paladin should be. I know this. I am not worthy of the title
of a Voltron Paladin. I am not agile, I am not physically or mentally fit, I am
not even emotionally stable for this." He bit his bottom lip to stop it from
quivering and glared at Zarkon "But the yellow lion chose me. She decided that
I could do this, that I could be a Paladin of Voltron. Yellow believes in me
and I have the other four to back me up. We don't care what the Paladin's of
old were like, they might've had stronger bonds with their lions, who knows?
But the facts are the facts: We are the yellow and blue Voltron Paladins, we
were chosen by them. And if you have a problem with that, you're just going to
have to deal with it."
"Well," Zarkon said standing up, his body leaving behind the normal Emperor
aura and as he walked towards Hunk he had more of a demon king's presence. Hunk
shivered out of nothing more than fear from the disgust that coated Zarkon's
words. "The Yellow Paladin of old was much like you." Zarkon moved forward as
if he were to do something to Hunk as if he dared try anything with the Yellow
Paladin of Voltron "He was a great man, his kindness knew no bounds and his
back carried all the problems of the Paladins. The man was truly the picture of
a Paladin. Though Alfor knew not of what Voltron could do either and he paid
the price." Zarkon and Hunk stared at each other and on one hand Lance was
ready to rip Zarkon apart for threatening Hunk but in the same light, he knew
he would've peed his pants if Zarkon was looking at him with those glowing
soulless eyes.
Hunk was more staring out of the blatant comment that Zarkon was comparing him
(of all the Paladins) to King Alfor, who apparently wasn't' the head of
Voltron..... but instead the left leg?
Zarkon was about to manifest something out of his mouth, some foul speech or
some disheartening words, but a small shake with an almost mute explosion
sounded off. If Zarkon was speaking they would've missed it, that's how much it
didn't_matter. "Looks like the others have finally come to save you," Zarkon
said signaling the men behind Lance and Hunk. 
"The others??" Hunk questioned
"Yes, the other--so called--Paladins seemed to think that bringing the rest of
Voltron to me a third time would change something." Zarkon scoffed
athoritatively as he returned to his throne. Zarkon motioned (with his hands)
to the guards who roughly grabbed Lance and Hunk. The two yelled as the guards
dragged them away. They wanted to tell Shiro, Pidge, and Keith that this was a
trap, that they were dooming Voltron, that somehow that was a dream and they
have no idea what's even going on! They were both lost for words, lost for
fight, and just lost in general. 
The guards dragged them to the prison hold and tossed them both into a cell
together. Locking it and leaving with foreign remarks as if damning them here
until they die.
Hunk backed into the corner, his hands covering his face as he tried his best
to think of what to do. Everything had happened so fast. Everything that he
thought he knew was really one realistic dream or some sort of sick
hallucination. As Hunk melted onto the ground, Lance banged on the door and
protested his imprisonment. After what seemed like an hour Lance gave up and
just sat beside Hunk. 
Hunk was still in his mind. He was still stuck in a loop of thought that he was
in a dream in a dream trapped on a Galra ship that made him relive that event.
But not only did that have to happen, but also Lance lived it with him, Lance
suffered on his own. They lived (mentally) 2 months without each other, and
when they had reconvened they both looked much older, but now. Now that they
are slowly beginning to grasp what is going down right now, they see that they
haven't aged a day since Zarkon had separated Voltron (and according to the
woman it had been a little over a week).
"What happened, I wonder....?" Hunk questioned trying to get him mind off of
the mind melding hallucination. He tried to think of what happened before but
everything in his mind flowed so well together that it seemed that it was the
truth.  
"I remember everything so vividly...." Lance said in a sort of fast gasp as he
tried to hold back tears. He obviously not talking about what happened in real
life, but more along the lines of what happened in the make-shift dream thing
they both just woke up from. "So weird...."
The air around the two was getting a little awkward, knowing that they both had
no idea of anything that went down. Hunk and Lance tried to look at each other,
but it seemed that Lance was more ready to ask a question along the lines of
the hallucinogenic dream than what happened in real life. Hunk knew that Lance
wanted to finish their conversation, Lance wanted to tell Hunk the hell he went
through for those two--apparently imaginary-- months. Lance let out several
sighs as he tried to fight the urge of asking Hunk anything more about his
past, the simple reason being that he didn't want to hurt Hunk any further. 
"Listen, Lance, about the dream thing we shared together--"
"Hunk, it's fine," Lance said, "I still love you." he smiled as he looked at
Hunk
"I know, but listen," Hunk said sitting up "I....I'm sorry I didn't tell you
before. Mom always said to keep it in and not let anyone know that I was being
bothered, that I should be the strong one and be there for the others. With
that, my whole life I-I didn't know how you'd react....I guess I always wanted
you to never know and I was hoping that I would grow out of the anxiety and
worry. I was hoping that the anniversary wouldn't be as bad....as it apparently
got." 
"Hunk, you don't need to justify what happened." Lance moved to face Hunk and
placed a reassuring hand on Hunk's thigh "You're brother was the rude,
heartless, man that destroyed the Garrison and killed many people. I wouldn't
want anyone to know that my brother was the Victor either." 
"Lance..." Hunk choked out Lance's name "That's not why I couldn't tell you." 
"What are you talking about? Is there more to the story?" 
"Ya... remember how I said that only you would know the full of what Victor
did.....?" 
"Of course. That happened like--what feels like-- a few minutes ago."
"I loved him, truly. Victor was there after my...." Hunk was about to tell
Lance some more stuff about his past that Lance knew nothing about "Victor was
there after our father died." Hunk let out a sigh
"What?" Lance whimpered out. Lance had never met Hunk's mother, simply because
of the fact that Hunk was never allowed to see her because she was the mother
of Victor and the Garrison thought that she would turn Hunk into another
Victor. Lance never questioned when Hunk said that his mother 'probably'
approved. But this..... this changed everything.
"The reason that Victor hated the Garrison was because our father died there.
He was with the scientists and there was an explosion. The Garrison blamed it
on our father, essentially." Hunk let out a sigh "They brought a few of dad's
things to us, a burnt book and a few misshapen pins were the gist of it, but
then there was this really cool green vest that dad wore." 
"Oh, babe, don't tell me--"
"Ya. That vest I always wear is dads. That's why when you see me freaking out I
try to get as enclosed in it as possible." Hunk smiled for a second chucking
"But anyway, Victor blamed the Garrison and he decided to take his anger out on
them. He sought out people that felt the same way and those people happened to
be Vince and Dextra. When he was going to go on his first mission-thing Chance
caught him and instead of trying the grueling task of talking my brother out of
something he made his mind on Chance decided to go with him to be the voice of
reason.
"As you know Chance is the one who gave me my headband. On the last mission
that they did they brought me along because I simply wanted to join again. I
loved being around Victor, he was strong, smart, and everything I wanted to be.
But on that last day, all hell went loose."
"Hunk, you don't have to go through it again." Lance tried to comfort Hunk by
looking into his eyes and cupping Hunks' face with his free hand that wasn't on
Hunk's thigh. 
"I have to Lance. I have to tell you, you have to know." Hunk said, "I... want
you to know." With that, Lance listened without another word. "Victor and the
others planned to bomb the Garrison to make a statement, and it went well. We
got out safe and sound and nothing seemed wrong. Then, out of nowhere, Chance
fell off his bike and rolled on the ground. Victor pulled around and checked on
Chance, thinking he might've overexerted himself with worry again. But then we
all saw blood. And when we looked up the Garrison was right on out tails. They
didn't help Chance, not one bit. He was just collateral damage to get Victor to
behave." Hunk swallowed hard "That was the first time I met Iverson." 
"Iverson?!" Lance exclaimed, "The hard head that watched us train??" 
"Ya. He was the one to kill Chance, and the one who interrogated me, and the
one to make the deal with me." Hunk closed his eyes for a second, the picture
still so vivid in his brain "We made the deal, and he let Victor and me go.....
but Dextra and Vince were killed too." Hunk accidentally let a tear go, he
quickly flicked it away with the palm of his hand "Victor then was allowed to
take me home so he did."
"Hunk--"
"I'm not done, Lance." Hunk said looking down at the floor trying to not see
the pity in Lance's eyes. Lance placed his hand over Hunks as if to encourage
him to continue, to which Hunk let out a shaking breath "Victor didn't want our
mother to see me the way the Garrison had made me, he didn't want mom to see
her youngest bruised and beaten, cut and bleeding. So we made a pit stop at
Chance's home to fix my wounds." Hunk sighed again, he felt like he was sighing
a little too much but he dismissed the thought soon after "Lance--" Hunk
hitched his voice tears now streaming from Hunks eyes as he looked into Lance's
own ocean blue orbs that danced and dazzled themselves in worry of what Hunk
was going to say next. "The reason I hate my brother now.... it because of what
happened at that house." His lips quivered and his body began to shake as he
was about to let a burden of 9 years go. "He kept me-me in that house for so
long.....he-he....no matter how much I pleaded, he didn't stop. I was his
brother.... I was only seven." Hunk sobbed silently as he sniffed his nose
trying to not let his appearance become any more pitiful than he already
imagined it being. At this point Lance was on the brink of crying too "he....
every day, more than once a day, for weeks and weeks he told me I was
worthless. Victor told me no one would love me, he told me that no one would
care about me, that I was worth nothing. He forced himself on me, his brother!
He pretended to comfort me as he repeatedly raped me." When that word left
Hunks mouth he gasped and then couldn't breathe he was sobbing so
uncontrollably. And so, with no words, Lance brought Hunk into a hug.Holding
the back of Hunks head into the hard shoulder of his paladin armor. The two's
chests clinked together as they met in the middle. Lance bit down hard on his
bottom lip as he followed Hunks lead and cried.
 
Lance was horrified, to say the least, that his Hunk had to go through that.
That his Hunk thought that about himself daily. That Hunk's self-deprecating
jokes back in the day were not jokes at all. Lance cradled Hunk as Hunk's voice
bounced off the walls, his wails of depression and anxiety leaving his body,
his boisterous cried helping him finally let out a build of grief. Hunk had
lost something so important at a young age, but it wasn't that he lost it that
hurt the most, but that it was forcibly taken away. 
But Lance loved Hunk no less now knowing what happened. Lance loved Hunk more
than ever before allowing his man to be the vulnerable on this time around,
allowing his man to be the one to hold onto him with all his life and all his
hope as he let out his anger and sadness that he had let build for 9 years. 
Lance was there and loved Hunk all the more, he didn't fear that their
relationship would grow apart, no if anything Lance felt that their
relationship was enhanced. 
Chapter End Notes
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***** Risk Everythin *****
Chapter Summary
     Hunk is worried Lance won't love him now that he knows his past.
     Lance is worried that the two will never see outside ever again. They
     are both worried for their friends fighting to save them.
Lance sat with his back to the prison wall, his eyes puffy from crying so much.
He and Hunk had a real talk. They told each other everything that the other
didn't already know, they opened themselves up fully and both felt as if a
large weight had been lifted (more so on Hunk's part than Lance's). Hunk had
worn himself out from sobbing so in an attempt to calm down he rested his head
on Lance's thighs, his breath calming slowly but still somewhat shaky. Hunk was
staring at the fabric on Lance's legs as Lance ran his hand through Hunks hair.
They both were silent, hearing nothing but the small booming outside that would
be missed with even a whisper. They both felt deep in their hearts that Voltron
was going to be Zarkons, that they both were going to be accompanied by the
others and then executed in front of Zarkon.
With every blast that resonated with the fleet, they were left to wonder who
was firing and who was getting shot. Their minds filled with their comrades--
their Voltron family-- getting hurt and bruised and even ejected from their
lion (as Shiro has been twice now). Each small rumble made them think harder
and harder to discern who was winning and who wasn't. This was the worst part:
the wait. Without Lance and Hunk, they can't form Voltron. They can't win this.
They can't.
There was a stronger rumble that shifted Lance and Hunk a little, either
proving that Keith, Shiro, and Pidge can hold their own or that Zarkon had a
powerful weapon under his control.
"What was that?" Hunk asked in a whisper as he then began to twirl his finger
on Lance's thigh staring off into nothingness.
"I think we might be winning...." Lance stated unsure of his own comment. Hunk
let out an exaggerated sigh.
They both may have survived the demons of the past but that means nothing to
the demons in the present. Hunk could apply the same principals to the Galra as
he did Victor, but he was too afraid to even think of Victor at this moment.
Hunk looked up for a second, a small thought coming into his head. A small
thing that he might be able to do that would help them tell the team that they
were alright and that everyone should back off and let them find a way to
escape. Hunk sat up slowly, making Lance's face turn questionable as he watched
Hunk stand and move towards the door. Hunk called for his bayard when he placed
his hand to his side, the bayard metabolized in his hand.
"I need your help...." He said softly to the bayard as he activated it, but
this time he did not create his signature, overpowered, huge, cannon-gun, this
time what metabolized was more along the lines of a swiss army knife.
"Hunk? What are you doing?" Lance asked as he leaned forward resting his arms
on his legs that needed to be stretched anyway
"I just have an idea, I have no idea if it will work, though..." He turned to
Lance and tried to smile "It wouldn't hurt anything, we'd be no further ahead
if I failed." Hunk chuckled painfully as he frigged with the panel in front of
him and forced it open. There stood an array of wires, all labeled in Galra, to
Hunk's dismay. Hunk started to think, he assumed that all he was going to need
was some power source or something to channel any of these wires. This was when
he realized they didn't have their helmets and that this plan was a waste of
time. "I guess it won't work...."  Hunk leaned back and ran his hand through
his hair.
"That's okay, Hunk," Lance said stretching his warming hands out so that Hunk
could come back and envelope himself in his Boyfriend's scent "Like you said,
we are no worse for wear."
Hunk smiled a genuine smile as he walked back over to Lance and hugged him.
Though the hug was short, and not what Lance was expecting, Hunk seemed
content. Hunk stood again, and this time bringing Lance with him. Hunk put both
hands on either side of Lance's face.
"Hunk?" Lance questioned looking into his blushing boyfriends face
"I..." Hunk let out a shaking breath, his eyes not calm and his face noticeably
nervous "I need more than a hug right now....." He said taking one of his hands
and running it down Lance's jaw line ending at his chin. Hunk slowly lifted
Lance's chin and breathed in before asking "Can I?"
"Hunk, We've kissed so many times already. You don't need to ask." Lance
laughed a little at the sight of his man worried about kissing him
"I...." Hunk looked down to Lance's lips as he continued to speak "I know. I
just wanted to make sure you were still okay with someone like me kissing you."
"..!" Before Lance could yell at Hunk he was brought into a kiss. Hunk was
gentle, as always, but there was something different about this kiss. There was
something specific about this kiss that got Lance worried about Hunk. It
might've been the comment before Hunk kissed him, or the fact that Hunk's brows
were almost sewn together and his eyes shut as he pressed himself into the
kiss, or it could be the fact that Lance could've sworn Hunk whined. Lance
decided that once Hunk separated that he wasn't going to mention anything, that
if Hunk so desired to tell him then he would.
But then Lance thought about it. That's what got them here in the first place.
Wait Lance began to think to himself That was back in the dream thing.... but
still.... I made a decision to leave it alone and then Hunk passed out.... I'm
not letting that happen again.
Hunk slowly brought their lips apart, both pained at the feeling of the
intimacy gone from their bodies. Hunk then brought their foreheads together and
let out a breath.
"Hunk?" Lance questioned again, Hunk's eyes still shut tight.
"I love you, Lance." Hunk said, "When I'm with you I forget about my past, I
forget what he's done, and I just forget that there is a world other than the
two of us." Hunk opened his eyes marginally, looking down to the ground "I
never want us to be apart, and I know that hearing I've been with a man before
might turn you off--especially when that man was my brother-- but I just want
you to know that I still want an 'us' in this world. I still want you, and even
though you've been really relaxed I'm still afraid that you might not feel the
same about me anymore."
"Hunk," Lance said in a little bit of an angry tone. He brought both his hands
up and cupped Hunks face "Do I have to call you by your actual first name?"
Lance semi-threatened semi-teased.
That's right! Hunk said to himself as if realizing something that he should've
in the hallucination-dream Victor always called me by my birth name but in the
dream, he called me 'Hunk'... I should've caught onto that.... it's been years
since anyone has called me my birth name, though....
"No..." Hunk chuckled
"Good. Remember what I told you when I deemed you 'Hunk'? Or why I even deemed
you that in the first place?"
"How could I forget?"
Hunk laughed at the memory. It was a little bit after they started dating (and
kind of announced it to their semi-close friends). Way back then. Hunk and
Lance were the strangest looking couple, some of their classmates poked fun at
how Hunk looked beside Lance and vice versa. So one day Hunk told Lance his
worries, that he didn't want Lance to be made fun of because Hunk was fat. So
Hunk swore that he would lose weight so that they could live a happy life, but
Lance commented:
     "What?!! You don't need to lose weight! I love you how you are, okay?
     You're not fat, you're a-a-a-a-a-a HUNK!!!"
That day was also the first time either of them said 'I love you' in a
sentence. So because Lance wanted Hunk to be more confident he began calling
him nothing except 'Hunk', and it soon caught on with everyone. He just became
the 'Hunk' of the class. He became Lance's Hunk.
"Look at that handsome smile~," Lance said smiling back to Hunk who let out a
real laugh and smiled brightly. "There's my Hunk." Lance kissed him softly
again and separated.
"I love you so much--" Hunk's words were caught off by a large explosion close
enough to them to toss them off their feet and be thrown a little across the
room, but not enough to actually engulf them in its fiery rage.
"You okay?"
"Ya, I'm fine--" Hunk said sitting up, he went to say something but a different
voice chimed in
"Could you two be a little more careful?" her voice called in a quiet and angry
tone (her best quality). They both looked at each other in disbelief and stayed
silent, "Are you sure they are even here?!" That confirmed it. The voice
belonged to Pidge!! She was there to save them, and somehow the other two were
holding off the Galra main fleet by themselves. "No, Keith, I didn't! Good
idea, though, let me just wait for a Galra soldier and ask them if they know
where Lance and Hunk are...." She replied sarcastically in a whisper "Ya, ya."
She sighed "Send me in alone. It's not like we are at Zarkon's main base, no
not at all....." She let out an aggravated sigh "I know right, Rover.
Seriously, though, are we even sure that they are here? Zarkon could've moved
them."
Hunk ran to the door, a little opening just low enough for him to see out of
the room.
His heart raced. There she was, her trusty Rover right beside her giving her
encouraging beeps. Her posture looked messy like she had been sleeping in her
self-dubbed computer room for several nights again. Hunk wanted to whisper to
her 'hey' or something along those lines but instead came out a brotherly
growl.
"You need to take better care of yourself." Pidge stopped and shivered, she
whipped her head around and met eyes with Hunk. She did a silent scream for him
and a small dance as Rover was opening their prison door.
"I found them!! I found them!!" She chanted into her helmet as the door slowly
whooshed to the side. "That's what I'm doing, Keith!! Stop ordering me around!"
She called into her helmet. Hunk smiled as Pidge was right there in front of
him. His second best friend. His partner in mechanics. His little buddy. His
Pidge. His Katie.
Pidge motioned for them to follow her, the sounding of Galra droids was getting
louder and they had to get to the lions fast. She could relish in their safety
when they were all back to the Castle of Lions. Hunk followed her closely. He
smiled as he thought back to the first day he met her, he knew the second he
laid eyes on her that she was different. She never looked like a Pidge, but she
never truly looked like a Katie. Hunk giggled to himself thinking back when
they all found out her birth name due to Shiro scolding her and accidentally
slipping it out. She was furious (to say the least).
"Are you two done arguing?" She questioned into her helmet which was nothing
but static and the faint scramblings of Shiro and Keith yelling at each other
"Have you gotten to the Lions yet?" Shiro asked loudly and authoritatively
"No. They are down this corridor and I don't think it will be that easy getting
Blue and Yellow out of here." She said a little worried "We will," Pidge said
as they came to a stop right in front of an open door where the lions were
being held
"What have you found out?" a Galra commander, or so he sounded, asked a worker
"Nothing so far. We are still trying to get past the particle barriers."
Hunk let out a breath as he heard that they hadn't touched Yellow yet (Lance
let out a matching breath as well).
"So how are we going to get the lion's back?" Pidge questioned to herself
"I have an idea," Hunk said smiling "It involves--"
"No." Lance said, placing his hand on Hunk's shoulder "I love you, but no. I
have a better idea."
Hunk then smiled matching Lance's smile "Oh, this'll be good."
"Ya." Lance grinned as he called his bayard and formed his blaster "Go in,
guns-a-blazin!" He said in a dramatic tone
"That is a terrible idea!" Pidge quietly exclaimed, "Plus, we have no idea how
many are in there."
"Oh. I don't 'spose you have a better idea, Pidge!" Lance fought back
"Any idea would be better than that one!" She said "Shut up, Keith! No one
asked for your opinion!" She called again into her headset letting out a sigh,
she pinched the bridge of her nose and turned to the door, making sure that no
one was coming
"You okay, Pidge?" Hunk asked making her twitch in his direction
"I just.... really missed you guys."
"Pidge, it's been--like-- a week," Lance said a little flattered that she
missed them
"Really?"
"That's what the Galra said when they let us out of the pods when you guys
arrived," Hunk added
"It feels like months.... Coran thought it had to have been about a half an
Earth year." Pidge looked at them concerned "You two are like brothers to me,
and it hurt knowing that you were in the same clutches as my brother and
father. That you two might see something that should've never come into view,
that you two would witness something that you shouldn't have. It hurt to lose
you." She lightly punched Lance "You idiot."
"ME?" he questioned, "Why am I the idiot??"
"Don't play dumb" She laughed "You were the one that risked your life and dove
into over 3000 Galra drones just to try to get Hunk and the Yellow lion. But
that ended with the both of you getting captured."
"I did that?" Lance looked at Pidge confused
"Ya, Lance," she scoffed slightly hurt that Lance questioned her words "You
risked everything to save Hunk."
***** In the Arms of the one you Love. *****
Chapter Summary
     Fighting Galra and trying to get the two back. Will it happen
     smoothly or will the crap hit the fan?
Chapter Notes
     Sorry about not updating Friday! I had a bunch of stuff going on and
     was actually a little stuck with this chapter as well. Anyway, I hope
     you guys like this chapter, and updates will return to be Monday,
     Wednesday, Friday!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
They had to move. They had to hide. They couldn't stay here forever and wait
for the Galra to leave the room. They had to move....now.
Hunk grabbed Lance's hand and grabbed Pidge's as he moved them to a space on
the other side of the hall that was empty and had dark lighting. They silently
complained but stopped when a hoard of Galra soldiers moved by their spot
moments after. The three knew that they had to get to the lions but they wanted
to try to get to them with as little violence as possible. 
"Are you guys in the lions yet??" Keith asked as he grunted and an almost
silent alarm went off in his lion
"We are thinking of a plan!" Pidge said back cupping the front of her mouth so
that she could be quieter
"You guys need to hurry!" Keith said, "I don't know how much longer we can do
this!" 
"Pidge, just go to the green lion and get out of here." Lance said looking at
her "Hunk and I will get to our lions."
"I don't want to leave you guys--"
"Pidge," Hunk let go of Lance's hand and wrapped both his hands around Pidge's
significantly smaller hand "We have been through a lot together, the three of
us. Trust us to get our lions and be out there by the time you return to the
green lion, okay?" Pidge just started into Hunk's hopeful brown eyes as he
spoke to her as if they were equals (as if he saw her at the same age and
maturity level of him). She didn't say a word as she nodded her head and
solemnly got Rover to locate a way out. She didn't want to leave them, really.
She was afraid that if she did they would be captured again and this
time tortured. 
"You sure have a way with the ladies,~" Lance mocked quietly to Hunk when Pidge
jumped down a trash shoot. 
Hunk laughed through his nose and turned to Lance, he placed his hands on
either side of Lance's face and brought him in for a small kiss. 
"What was that for?" Lance blushed and commented as if to try to mask that he
was caught off guard by Hunk's action
"Recharge." Hunk smiled, "Ready, Lance?" Hunk called for his bayard
"Ready?? For what?" 
"Going in 'gun's-a-blazin', what else?" Hunk smiled. Lance matched Hunk's
determined look. Lance was so elated to see that Hunk was himself right now. He
was his normal encouraging self. Lance knew that Hunk still had a bad taste in
his mouth from the hallucination-dream because he did too. But Pidge's words
resonated with him and he silently lectured himself that they would talk to the
team about the idiotic move that he, apparently  pulled when they get back to
the castle of lions. 
The two held hands for a second and slowly walked to the threshold of the room
where they were holding their Lions. Hunk hit his bayard against the closing
mechanism, imparing it to ever open again, and they both activated their
bayards.  There weren't that many drones nor Galra inside, but that didn't make
shooting them that much easier. They both were a tad bit rusty with their
weapons, seeming how Lance had been using a sword with Keith in order to beat
something and get aggravation out while Hunk had been the one being beaten and
abused in the past--mentally--two months. Lasers just missed their heads and
bodies as they moved from behind boxes to behind other stacks of boxes,
repeating the action as they thinned the manpower that stopped them from
getting to their lions.
Lance lined up a shot, the top half of his body in the open, as he tried to go
for the ultimate shot and take three down at once. Hunk saw how his boyfriend
was being an idiot and called him out on it a second in time, as Lance ducked a
laser passed right through where his head would've been. Lance yelled back
"You saved me, how sweet! You are my brownie batter, babe!!" Lance smiled and
laughed
"And you, my hot sauce,~" Hunk cooed back as he took out the last remaining
drones. 
"I want to kiss you so bad!!" Lance said running to Hunk
"We can do that in the castle of Lions, okay?" Hunk asked, "We should go before
they send more." 
"I love that brain of yours!" Lance smiled as he got on his tippy-toes and
kissed Hunk's headband "I'll see you in our castle, Prince Hunk."
Hunk laughed out loud "Lance, just get into Blue already!!" He disappeared into
Yellow's field as he remarked. He watched as Lance spouted his native tongue to
Blue and laughed as he said it, his eyes still puffy from crying earlier and
his complexion a tad too pale for Hunk's comfort (but then again thaT could be
the hue from Blie illuminating itself over Lances complexion. Hunk turned to
Yellow who already had her mouth open for him and everything. "It feels like
forever, Yellow..." Hunk said as he slowly stepped onto her mouth entering. The
second his foot hit the metal a surge of life was coursing through his veins.
He could feel Yellow's worries, her cries, her pleas, her concerns. He felt her
questioning why he looked so worse for wear, he felt her asking where he had
been, he felt her motherly calls to him as he walked to his pilot seat. He felt
her guide him to his helmet--which was placed ever so gently on his seat.
Hunk held the helmet and gazed at its scratches as he sat down. He thought of
his worries that he had, he thought of every negative thing that Victor had
said to him, he thought of everything. He had no idea why it all came rushing
back at the touch of his helmet. 
"Are you two done dancing? Can we go??" Hunk heard Lance's playful voice over
the headset followed by Keith and Shiro's relieved sighs. Hunk let out a breath
as he put the helmet on with a little bit of a struggle, as always. 
He felt Yellow project hope into his head, hope of a new day. The hope of
everything settling. 
"I know...." Hunk said quietly "Let's go home." Hunk said rearing Yellow
"Ready, Lance?" 
"Hunk you're okay too??" Shiro questioned happily
"We are a package, Shiro!!" Lance replied, "You ain't gettin' one of us without
the other!" 
"Alright, Team Voltron, let's get out of here!" Shiro answered back with a
hearty laugh
Hunk and Lance piloted their lions, Hunk forced his through the Galra ships
wall (creating a vacuum suction) and they both joined the other three out in
space. 
"Where is the castle?" Lance asked as he got close to the Black lion
"Allura and Coran are waiting a bit away, last time they were with us it didn't
go so well....." Shiro said with concern coating his words when Lance asked.
The five maneuvered around the drones that were sent after them and when meet
up with Allura they (as Lance would say) "Wormholed" their way out. 
 
As they traveled through the wormhole, to where ever they were going, the five
paladins exited their lions and convened in the main bridge with Allura and
Coran. Hugs and tears were shared as Lance and Hunk were finally back with
them, time seeming to never end and everyone's hope seemed to be lost to ever
get them back. Now that they were in light Hunk saw that Pidge had bags under
her eyes and her hair was messy.... though she wasn't the only one who looked
worse for wear (the all did--himself included). 
"You can't ever do that again, Lance!" Allura said putting her hands together
in a sort of prayer position and pressing them to her lips
"Pidge mentioned that earlier, what do you guys mean??" 
"You don't remember?" Shiro questioned concerned 
Hunk put his hand on Lance's shoulder "Neither of us know what happened. We
were put into a hallucinating state, we didn't even know we were captured." The
group just looked at them in awe that the Galra had this type of technology in
their hands as well as the fact that the two practically proposed to each other
as their (supposed) last words. "Do you mind telling us?" Hunk asked, worried
about what might've happened
"It might be better to just show you. I mean, our helmets recorded the whole
thing." Shiro looked to Coran who waved his hand and popped up an altean
keyboard. He seemed to type in some commands and then a large blue screen
showed up with all five of their helmet views.
The fist helmet was Shiro, they all went silent as they focused on him:
 
Shiro maneuvered around and around, barely dodging all the lasers being sent
his direction. He knew that Zarkon wanted the black lion, and the drones
focussing on him was a given. But what worried him was that in the distance
Hunk was silent, he didn't say anything, even the Yellow lion seemed out of it.
Zarkon had just ripped them apart again, and Shiro somehow got back into Black
with the help from Keith..... again.
"Hunk are you alright??" Shiro called. 
Hunk's view was more panicked as he noticeably began to break down and mutter
things to himself. "No. No. No. No. Yellow please talk to me.... Yellow?? This
can't be happening!!! I can't.... I can't be abandoned again.... it's getting
cold.... Yellow, please?" Hunk talked as his eyes darted from place to place
avoiding his video. "It... it can't be that time.... I can't....." Tears began
to stream down his face as he tried to calm himself in the most concerning way
"Smile. Take a deep breath, Hunk. Everything will pass." He let out a shaky
breath "The past is in the past, don't let it control the present. Stifle your
emotions, you are not the only one hurting....let no one see that you are
hurting....I can't handle it if they find out... those eyes will forever stain
them, and they won't be able to look at me the same. If they ever found out
they wouldn't help, they wouldn't seek me out anymore. They would abandon me,
they would despise me." Hunk's words were not helping him, but he continued
"You are worthless. You are worthless. You are worthless. You are worth less."
He kept repeating it, he kept sounding it out. 
 
As everyone heard Hunk's calls they looked away. They didn't look at each
other, they just looked to the ground and looked in pain as he panicked.
 
Outside of the Yellow Lion showed hundreds of droids propelling her towards the
Galra ship, her being out of commission, for some reason, being to their
advantage. 
"HUNK!!" Lance's voice yelled jolted everyone on the screens and in person.
Lance's panicked voice just echoed, with a silence of lasers and minute cursing
filling the background
"Lance what's happening?" 
"They're trying to take Hunk!" 
"Lance there are too many of them, just--"
"NO! Don't you dare tell me to come back! I am saving him. I am saving Hunk!" 
"Lance that's suicide!" 
"I've told him I'd die for him before, why should I go back on my word?!" 
 
It was like watching a movie about your life. It was like witnessing all your
mistakes placed out in front of you on a Powerpoint slideshow. It hurt to
watch, it made Hunk feel weak with how he was just laying inside of Yellow
crying and trying so desperately to calm himself down but failing miserably.
Lance felt weak as well, but for the mere reason of how he was freaking out and
not calmly dealing with the situation.  
They watched as Lance tried to barrel through all the droids and get Hunk free.
They watched the tears as Lance screamed for Hunk and swore his life oh him,
they watched as Hunk fell apart mentally thinking that he was going to die. And
then, out of nowhere, they resonated words: 
 
"I will not die here. I will not die without telling him that I love him one
more time." They both said. 
 
Lance's hand intertwined with Hunks as he recalled everything, it seeming as
more of a faint memory of something stupid he did (which it was). 
"You can stop it now..." Lance said clearing his throat trying to not cry at
the emotions that were displayed out in front of him. Coran did as Lance
requested and then looked saddened at the realization that those videos made
the two cry. 
"Well..... I had a meltdown..." Hunk tried to laugh it off as he looked to the
ground feeling as if all eyes were on him
"Are you kidding me? I was in hysterics!" Lance mocked himself
"I know, you were kind of ridiculous." Hunk smiled and used his hand to wipe
away his tears and looked at Lance who was doing the same. Lance then yawned a
big yawn and rubbed his eyes
"I think it's time we all had some good sleep for once, don't you?" Allura
said, her face appeared to be relieved that the two were safe. 
"Are you sure, Princess?" Shiro asked 
"We'll ask them about it in the morning. They've been through enough for now."
Allura smiled as she shooed Hunk and Lance out of the main bridge and down the
hallway that leads them to their room. 
Lance and Hunk just held hands as they walked down the hallway, when to their
room they closed and locked the door. 
"We should probably take our armor off," Lance said groaning and his stiffness
that he just realized. Hunk was ahead of him by almost a mile. He was already
down to his black under suite and almost out of that too. Lance wanted to make
a comment, he wanted to say something, to go touch Hunk, to so anything. But he
decided to just take his own armor off and then put his PJ's on. 
Hunk got into his yellow pajamas slower than he got out of the armor. His mind
was filled with the pain he was in both emotionally and physically. He buttoned
up the shirt and turned around, he walked to the bed and slid under the covers,
the comfort of the bed like a song that Lance had once taught him. Beautiful
and tantalizing. Hunk looked over to Lance, who was putting together his fancy
pajamas this time, his robe being dismissed, though. Lance slid in beside Hunk
and hugged their bodies close. 
"What's wrong?" Lance asked as he pressed his head to Hunk's chest and let out
a comforting sigh
"Nothing and everything," Hunk said 
"Do you want to be more specific?" Lance asked hugging him tighter.
"Sure." Hunk said, moving Lance around so that Hunk was holding Lance like a
little spoon and nuzzled the back of Lance's neck with his nose. He let out a
warm breath making Lance shiver a little under his grasp. "I am nervous that
they are going to ask why I was freaking out, I mean did you see how Pidge
reacted to seeing us in the first place, and then her face while the videos
were being played back? She was practically traumatized." 
"Hunk," Lance said placing his hands over Hunk's (which were around him so
securely) "You don't have to tell them. They don't have to know--" 
"I...I think they need to know Lance. In order for us to be a better team, for
us to form Voltron-"
"No. Stop." Lance said raising a hand and searching for Hunks face to pinch
"Voltron is the last thing we need to worry about. Each individual person who
pilots the lions is the first concern. Voltron will be formed in time, but we
need to heal the wounds of the past few days in order to even think about
Voltron." 
"Look at you," Hunk said laughing against Lance's nape of his neck "You
lecturing me about being calm." Hunk smiled into Lance's neck
"Now, close your eyes and fall asleep. I'm going nowhere. Ok?" To Lance's
question Hunk shook his head up and down "Night, I'll see you in the morning." 
"Good night, Lance. I love you so much." 
"I love you too, Hunk. I love you too." 
Chapter End Notes
     You guys can contact me on Tumblr if you need me @enhance-ao3. Again
     sorry about not updating Friday!
***** Problems *****
Chapter Summary
     In physical pain and still recovering from the mental trauma, Hunk
     and Lance go to consult their fellow teammates. But what happens if
     they ask about why he had a meltdown?
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Pull me closer.
Love me.
Never let me go.
Tell me my name several times.
Tell me what I mean to you. Whisper nothingness into my ear until I fall
asleep.
Hold me.
Wrap your legs around me and suffocate me in your smell.
 
"Hunk," Lance's voice swayed it's tune into Hunk's ears. Lance placed his hand
on Hunk's shoulder trying to wake him up as gently as possible (the two having
the best rest that they have had in a long time. "Hunk, Babe, it's time to get
up." 
Hunk's eyes lazily focused on Lance's figure. Hunk smiled a small smiled and
with a croaky voice he said, "What a wonderful way to wake up,~" Lance laughed
at his still half-asleep man. He bent down and kissed him tenderly on the
forehead with a very quiet 'I love you, too'. His presence then left Hunk and
headed to the bathroom in order to freshen up. 
They both clung to each other all night, their arms never unwrapping from the
other's body. They were too elated to finally be able to hold each other in
such a way that was hidden from the eyes of others, that they could be slightly
handsy and just be happy about it and love every moment of it. That they could
messily kiss and Hunk could wash all his terrible memories with the scent of
Lance, the very very very strong scent of his Lance. 
Hunk closed his eyes in order to make sure that this was reality and not a
dream within a dream within a hallucination. Hunk smiled remembering everything
that happened and condemning himself for freaking out so much to make his team
look as horrified as they did yesterday. Hunk's mind went to horrified
expressions and Iverson was implanted in his brain. His eye squinting at him,
his mouth stuck in an eternal frown, and his body stiff and disgusted. Hunk sat
up and laughed a little, the expression itself terrifying but the reasoning
behind it was the reason he laughed. 
"Hunk?" Lance walked out, his face mask freshly off and his body smelling
refreshed and awake
"I just got the thought of Iverson in my head." Hunk put his hands over his
face as he brushed his hair back slightly moving the headband upward. 
"And you're laughing at that?"
"No, I'm laughing at why." Hunk stood up and walked over to Lance. With one
hand Hunk grabbed Lance's hand and the other found its place situated on
Lance's cheek. Hunk smiled wide and with a light blush he slowly kissed Lance
with closed eyes. They both separated from the kiss and Hunk pretended to look
worried and forced his voice to crack "I can't believe we just did that!! What
if someone saw us??!" 
Lance was confused for a second as to why Hunk was pretending to be nervous but
then it clicked "OH MY GOSH!!" Lance began laughing "Our first date!!" 
"Right." Hunk smiled.
 
Their first date. They both had snuck out of the Garrison to go eat out, Hunk
was very nervous because of the deal (but they did say he needed one other
person with him and Lance counted in his book). It took them a little over a
half an hour to get out without being seen. Lance had mastered this several
times before and now he was showing Hunk just how to leave and not be seen.
That's not the issue at hand, though.
So, the two snuck out and had an amazing time (once Hunk calmed down). They
walked back to the Garrison, two hours after curfew, and as a parting gift Hunk
finally kissed Lance. Hunk had a small freak out and worried about the others
seeing them--to which Iverson had. Iverson was LIVID and put Hunk in remedial
classes for the rest of the quarter.
But to both of them, it was worth it.
 
"Man, was Iverson PISSED!" Lance laughed as he thought about it
A knock came to their door followed by Shiro's voice "When you two are ready
can you come to the dining room?" 
"We'll be there shortly," Hunk replied as he nudged Lance to hurry up and
'beautify' himself (even though Hunk already thinks Lance is the most beautiful
person in the entire universe). Hunk was finally able to put on his normal
clothing, it was somewhat refreshing to smell his clothes as he put them on. He
slowly ran his hands over his green vest as he smiled wide and put it on. He
shoved his feet into his boots at about the same time Lance came running out of
the bathroom mumbling to himself to hurry up. Hunk watched as his man ran back
and forth talking to himself and looking slightly worried as he did so. When
Lance stopped to start to get dressed Hunk decided to take the bathroom while
it was open, he got in and began to brush his teeth and fiddle with his hair.
They were ready in a few minutes and out of the room in a couple seconds after.
They held hands as they walked down the hall to the dining room where everyone
sat surrounding two empty seats. Lance let out a worried breath as they sat
down surrounded by everyone. 
Their hands separating. 
"It's so good to see everyone!" Hunk cheerfully said smiling, as if trying to
dim down the semi-hostile air around them
"How did you two sleep last night?" Allura asked looking at the two
passionately, her emotions elated to have them safely home
"Good." Hunk smiled as him and Lance said 'Good' together. Hunk then looked at
Allura seriously "I know that you guys had it tough, though." They all looked
at him surprised "With your reactions to the 'video' last night how could I not
figure that out." 
"It is true that we had our hard times," Allura said, "But we are more worried
for you, Hunk." 
"When we replayed the video from the helmets for the first time we all almost
passed out," Shiro began "none of us could think of why you were so distraught
and that is what got us all the more worried for you." Hunk knew where this was
going now, he knew that they were going to ask about it..... Hunk just thought
to himself that he wished they weren't so curious. "If you don't mind my
asking, why did you freak out?" 
"..." Hunk looked to the table, obviously not wanting to say anything
"Hunk...." Lance let out a sigh as he rubbed Hunks back "You don't have to tell
them, okay?" 
"Thank you all for worrying about me," Hunk said trying to stifle the sudden
urge to cry "I was just reminded of a time in my past, that is all." He tried
to smile, but everyone knew it was a painful smile that he forced
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Pidge asked, obviously afraid for her
friend
"No, it's in the past." Lance said a little sharply, but also trying his best
to calm down
Hunk moved his hand to Lance's thigh, "It's about..... Victor." The room
halted, Allura and Coran were confused while Shiro, Pidge, and Keith just
glanced at Hunk wide-eyed
"What does Victor have to do with you?" Keith questioned angrily
"Who is Victor?" Allura asked
"Victor is a narcissistic asshole--"
"Keith!" Shiro cut him off
"It's true, though!" Keith fought back "Back on Earth, Victor was known for
attacking innocent people and killing them, he destroyed the Garrison base
several times, and because of him (and his brigade of teen delinquents) there
were several rules put in place and there was a whole curriculum taught so that
none of us would turn out like him."
"He sounds awful." Allura commented
"You are right about all those things, Keith," Hunk said looking up to Keith's
angry beyond measure eyes, with a hint of confusion and concern washing around
in them "but you forgot one main detail."
"Oh? What's that?" Keith questioned a little offended 
"Victor is my older brother." 
The room went silent as everyone took in what Hunk said. Keith and Shiro shot
glances at each other as if to make sure that they both heard the lovable Hunk
correctly. 
"You are telling us," Shiro said leaning on his elbows as he pressed closer to
Hunk a little "to believe that that monster is your brother?"
Hunk found it funny, a little, that they still referred to Victor as a monster
even though they fight against Zarkon, a man who is much more of a monster. 
"I am. Victor is my older brother." Hunk tried to not cringe at the sound
of his name rolling off his tongue so much
"I am not sure why you are telling us this," Allura said, "Did something
significant happen to make you that saddened?" 
"Victor was caught." Pidge intervened (finally) "He and his whole group were
found and caught." 
"But for some reason they let Victor go and had the other three pay for his
crimes." Keith said through his teeth
"That was... because of me." Hunk said making them all even more on edge
"WHAT?!" Keith snarled
"Just listen to him, okay?" Lance stood up to defend Hunk
"You knew?!" Keith questioned horrified
"I only learned recently, but this doesn't change who Hunk is. Hunk is Hunk, no
matter who his family is!" Lance almost screamed "It's like if we were to find
out one of us was really of alien descent, we are still us! Our family--or lack
there of--shouldn't define us!" 
"Alright, everyone take a breath." Shiro said putting his hands up, he waited
for the two to sit down before he spoke again "Hunk, why don't you continue??"
"Well.... As you guys know, Victor was captured along with the others. But..."
Hunk wheezed out a sigh and tried to hold back his tears as he had to tell the
story yet again--and hopefully for the last time-- "One of the members was
killed before the Garrison even loaded him into the transport vehicles. He was
the brains behind getting Victor and the others out of trouble and in order for
him to not be able to do that he was killed. Then they loaded us all on the
vehicles, separating Victor and me in hopes to get him on edge. It worked. When
we got to the Garrison they began to interrogate me...... they asked for a
deal."
"A deal?" Shiro asked, his face flooded with concern
"The deal entailed that I belonged to the Garrison for life--I think, I can't
really remember the amount of time--and I was to be in special classes and
intense training so that I would never become what Victor was--is." Hunk turned
his gaze to Shiro then to Keith and finally he landed on Pidge for a second
before looking at the table. "It was more of a threat than a deal. If I didn't
comply Victor and I would've been killed along with everyone else. So I
accepted the deal without hesitation in order to keep Victor safe." 
"You don't have to keep going," Lance said moving Hunk's hair behind his ear a
little as he looked longingly at Hunk
"They need to know, Lance." Hunk choked up 
"Okay. Okay. Okay." Lance placed his hand on Hunk's shoulder
"To prove a point the Garrison tortured me and then presented me to Victor.
They told Victor that we were free to go but to be warned. Victor and I headed
home after that.....but...... not really." Hunk let out a long breath as a
single tear finally escaped the corner of his eye. "Victor decided to take me
to an empty lot" Hunk was noticeably avoiding Chance's name, Lance thought that
this could be the importance of Chance or the similarities in his and Chance's
name (but he was unsure why Hunk wasn't naming him). "I have no idea how long
Victor had me there.... but every day.... every single day..." Hunk just let
the tears go, his face puffy and looking really pitiful
"Hunk, I'm so sorry...." Shiro said, not wanting those vile words to come out
of Hunk's mouth. 
Everyone broke seeing Hunk like that, no one wanted to see Hunk as a puddle of
goo sobbing into Lance's shoulder and shaking as he let all of it out. They all
regretted wanting to know why Hunk was so scared, they all wished that they
weren't as curious as they were. 
Lance walked Hunk back to the room, but not without a 'We-are-talking-about-
this-when-he's-out' look at the other as they left the dining room. They had
made it back in no time, Hunk a complete mess but he was doing better. Lance
set him on the bed where he just sat. 
"I am so proud of you, Hunk." Lance said kneeling down and looking up to his
man
"I.... I..."
"Shh, you don't have to talk right now. I'm right here." Lance grabbed both of
Hunk's hands in his own
"Lance," Hunk said nudging his head on his shoulder so that he wouldn't disturb
their hands perfectly connected
"Yes?"
"Can we do it?" 
"Do what?" Lance asked with a smile 
"It." Hunk nervously asked
"No." Lance said strongly after no time to think "And before you ask why, I'll
tell you, ok?" Lance stared into Hunk's eyes "I love our relationship the way
it is right now. I love you so much, and don't get me wrong I've thought about
us doing it several times, but I think that you need more time to heal."
"Lance, it took me like 7 years to be able to think about dating someone!" Hunk
looked away
"And--hey--" Lance forced Hunk's gaze back "If it takes you 10 more years to be
able to do it I'll still be here. Hell, if it takes until the day we die for
you to tell me that you are actually comfortable with the idea of having sex,
I'll be right there beside you. Sex doesn't define a relationship, the emotion
inside the relationship is what makes the relationship true and whole." 
"Are you sure that you are okay with me the way I am?" Hunk questioned
"Where did that come from?" Lance stood up slightly and kissed Hunk's trembling
lips "Hunk if you weren't in my life--I would bet all the churros in the world-
- that we wouldn't have even found the blue lion, heck I doubt I would've
wandered up to see Pidge and find Shiro." Lance looked at him lovingly "I'd bet
good money that it was all because of you that I've become a better person.
Hunk, you've made me into the person I am today. I am more than okay with you
how you are, alright?" 
"I love you so much, Lance." Hunk yawned
"I love you too, now just chill here and rest. I'll be back in a little."
"Where are you going?" Hunk asked as he laid on top of the covers
Lance kissed the top of Hunk's nose "Truth, I'm going to go talk to the team
about bringing up your past; Lie, I'm going to go ask Coran for a space
cookbook so I can make you some space jam." 
Hunk laughed a little "Have fun making space jam~" 
"I will. Love you." Lance said as he left out the door. As soon as the door
shut Hunk situated himself and looked up to the ceiling. He laughed at how
Lance was acting at how perfect Lance is and that he didn't deserve Lance at
all. Hunk turned to look at Lance's side of the bed, he placed his hand over
where Lance's sleeping face would be and he said,
"Love you too, Lance." 
Chapter End Notes
     I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. We are coming up to
     the end (though I'm not sure how close but it is close). Thank you
     all for reading!!
***** Our Past *****
Chapter Summary
     Lance stops at the closed door of his and Hunk room. He regrets not
     letting Hunk do it with him..... did he make the right choice?
Chapter Notes
     Any words with a '*' will be explained at the bottom.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was the hardest thing for him to say no to. It came so naturally, like
instinct. He knew that they would both regret rushing into it. He knew that it
was a bad idea to emotionally go into something as important as their first
time together sexually. Lance was afraid. Lance had waited for Hunk for so
long, Lance had wanted Hunk for so long. Lance even had letters back in his
home (and at the Garrison) under his bed addressed to his 'Future Partner'
because there were just those nights that he needed to let all his emotions on
paper.
Lance sat out in the hallway. He faced his room not wanting to go to talk to
the others right now, he knew that he would explode at them for bringing up
Hunk's past so casually. Lance held his knees to his chest and buried his head
in the comfort of his own knees as he rested adjacent to his room.
As Lance closed his eyes he remembered the day he came out to his family as
Bisexual. He didn't know why that memory came flooding back, but it made him
smile. His whole family reacted the same way everyone (except him) reacted to
when Pidge came out as a girl. It warmed Lance's heart that they all accepted
him and that they all still loved him with all their hearts. He had been
dreading on telling them for days not wanting to, but when he did they all
smiled. His eldest brother brought him into a head lock and messed with his
hair, and after a good laugh, they all happily joined for lunch. But then
Lance's mind turned and twisted. His mind tasted of bittersweet candy. He
remembered when he told them he was dating Hunk. He was so excited to tell them
that he was finally dating someone and was in a real relationship. He told them
all week that he had something big to tell them on the weekend. But when he
made the reveal that he was dating Hunk, his best friend, they all had sour
faces. They all told him that he had to choose someone else. That he couldn't,
just couldn't, be dating Hunk. 
As Lance looked back on it, he fit all the pieces together. His family was
worried that Hunk was like Victor, like his brother, and that Lance would be
dragged into that world too. They told him to find a new man (or woman) because
they didn't think "Dating your best friend is a good idea" (or so they used as
an excuse)..... now that Lance knows what happened to Hunk he knows why his
family had such a sour response to him dating Hunk. 
Lance let out a sigh as he remembered that. He tried to think of other things,
tried to remember the first time they kissed in front of the team, the first
time they held hands after a mission, the first time Hunk brought up marriage,
the first time the team began to coo and 'awe' at them, the first time they
shared a room...... Lance remembered the first night sharing a room all too
well.
"Lance?" Keith's voice poked at Lance's ears. Lance looked up to see Keith in
his normal attire and appearing to be fresh out of the training deck
"Hey."
"What are you doing?" 
"Just letting Hunk have some alone time to himself. I was thinking about coming
down and lecturing Shiro about making Hunk bring up his past, but I just
decided to reminisce about our past instead." Lance didn't really know why he
was letting his heart out to Keith, but Keith was the closest to his age other
than Hunk, Keith knows what it feels like to be alone and be worried. To be
left and possibly forgotten. So maybe he could just vent to Keith, maybe he
could pass on some of his joys to Keith to take and smile with. 
"I..." Keith sat beside Lance, looking at the ceiling rather than at Lance "I'm
not sure how to put this, so I'm just going to say it. I am surprised that Hunk
is Victor's younger brother..... I don't know Hunk that well, but from Shiro's
stories I know Victor quite well." Keith let out a small sigh "I just....Hunk
is always happy, you know? I just never thought of him as a victim but more of
a....I don't know...."
"I understand where you are coming from, Keith." Lance smiled "When Hunk told
me I was shocked, but he's still him. His past with his brother shaped into the
amazing man he is today. I wouldn't want Hunk to be any other way than he is
right now." Lance smiled and laughed a little "I love him so much." 
"We all know that. Especially this morning when you stood up for him the first
time." 
"That wasn't the first time!"
"You've never been that coarse with us before." 
"Do you remember when I asked Allura if I could share a room with Hunk?" 
"Oh right. How could I forget...?" Keith looked at Lance
"I was so flustered because she put him on the other side of the castle. I was
really stern with her...." Lance smiled
"Well when you came in and swore the second you walked in, we all were caught
off guard."
"Well--!!" Lance said exasperated trying to create a defense "I wanted to share
a room....for a really long time actually.... but the Garrison was extremely
homophobic and my family would never allow me to live with someone who wasn't
my husband or wife."
"But it's okay now?" 
"What?"
"It's okay now to share a room with him, now that you're not on earth?" Lance
just looked at Keith, his expression neutral and not appearing to be
purposefully demeaning
"I....I don't care anymore. I love Hunk so much, my family's opinion of that
can go eat a Monkshood*, for all I care." 
"Eat a what?" 
"Never mind..." Lance said with a small smile
There was a small silence between the two and Lance actually enjoyed the
feeling of Keith right beside him. It reminded him a little of the dream-thing
when he and Keith bonded, and he was a little sad that he had not kept that
bond to here. But sadly after a while longer Keith stood up and stated that he
was going to go hit the showers, Lance had a smart-ass response but decided to
keep it to himself for the time being. With a parting gesture, Keith signaled
to Lance the direction of the training deck,
"Shiro might still be there if you want to go still lecture him that is." Keith
then turned left and was out of Lance's site. Lance thought really hard about
whether or not he wanted to go talk to Shiro or not.
With him standing and his legs moving on their own, he assumed that his body
was telling him that he had to go confront Shiro about what happened this
morning. 
He took the long way around the castle. The way that took him an extra 10
minutes. 
As Lance walked he tried to gather his thoughts. He tried to come up with a way
to talk to Shiro but in the end, Lance just thought about the past. How it was
Shiro who pointed out that the two were holding hands after their third or
fourth mission and they both were really flustered. Hunk tried to explain to
them that they were a couple but he was breaking in and out of actual speech
and into gibberish (literally, he mumbled and fumbled his words around so much
it didn't sound like any known language). Hunk confessed that he was worried
about what the team would think if they knew of Lance and his relationship, but
in the end, the team excepted them. 
Lance thought of the time when they went to a planet and on that planet
holding hands signified marriage. So when they instinctively held hands on the
planet the race asked them how their wedding was, who was there, and if a Human
wedding was any different than their type of wedding. They had to explain to
them that holding hands was just a romantic gesture or a gesture of guidance.
However, when they reached back onto the ship Hunk gushed and gooed about a
wedding. He said that the colors would HAVE to be color coded with Yellow and
Blue. But they would throw everyone off and instead of lighting candles to
signify their promise to each other (as most weddings do) or the sand
combination, that they would switch ties and tie each others onto the other.
That there would be enough cake for two Galra armadas. That Shay would be his
Best woman and Rax his Best man. That they would have the wedding on a Balmera
fresh with crystals because the first time he saw a Balmera and their crystals
he actually began to cry. Hunk went on and on for hours about their wedding,
the details, and everything, as the two were in a tight embrace. Lance
remembered how hopeful and excited Hunk's face was due to him talking about
them being bonded in such a way. 
Lance laughed as he remembered when they kissed in front of the team because
damn it was a close call for both of them. Hunk just rushed over and kissed
Lance when they were both out of their lions, not even thinking. What brought
them back to their senses was Pidge's hooting and weird squeaking noises,
Keith's 'get a room', and Shiro's silence of approval. They separated and were
extremely embarrassed but more so at the volume of approval from Pidge then
anything. 
Lance turned the corner and passed the control room. He thought back to when he
burst in and demanded to share a room with Hunk. A room with a big bed and a
view. He got the big bed part of the deal, but the view wasn't possible sense
Coran's was the only one with a view and he wasn't going to give that up even
for Allura. Then Lance thought of how excited he was, he rushed right over to
Hunks room (which was forever and a day away--or so it felt). He rapped on the
door aggressively and excitingly told Hunk the news. Hunk was more shocked that
Lance had demanded this from the Princess more than them sharing a room......
or that was until that following night when they were actually going to share a
bed together.
"Are you sure about this Lance?" Hunk asked as he stayed stiff in his Paladin
Armor
"I'm more than sure, come on Hunk!" Lance encouraged as he began to take off
his armor "It's not like we haven't seen each other get undressed before. We
did have gym on the same days. 
"Ya....but this time I can touch you..." Hunk mumble to himself
"What?"
"NOTHING!!" Hunk quickly got out of his armor and his black suit. He got into
his pajamas and then looked to the giant bed that they were allowed to have.
Hunk thought that the whole team could fit on it with ease (not comfy, but with
ease at the least). 
"You coming in?" Lance asked as he got under the covers
"We are really doing this?" Hunk asked as he shakily walked over
"I won't do anything to you." Lance smiled, but what he was going to do to Hunk
was not what Hunk was worried about at the time. 
They were about a Pidge width apart. Enough to hold hands but not much more.
Lance was a little sad that it wasn't more intimate but as the night progressed
and Hunk got sleepier he got closer to Lance and made him a little spoon. 
Lance just couldn't get over Hunk's reaction when he awoke to see that they
were in a very close embrace, Lance curled up with his nose in Hunk's chest and
Hunk's arms numbingly around Lance's body. Hunk not-so-gracefully got out of
bed, waking Lance and rushed into their personal bathroom to get dressed. Lance
laughed at how off Hunk was for the whole day. 
 
Lance made it to the training deck. He heard Shiro grunting and hitting
something inside. But before Lance could confront Shiro he had to make sure
that he was okay, so in a passive way Lance found his path to the little bubble
room that overlooked the training deck. Lance was shocked to see Shiro laying
on the ground topless huffing and buffing, his brows practically fused together
in such raw anger. Lance was a little set off to see Shiro in such a state. 
"Damn!" Shiro said hitting his Galra tech arm onto the training decks floor as
he moved to his knees. Lance wanted to ask Shiro if everything was alright,
seeing his leader like this was very unsettling and Lance just wanted now
(instead of punching him) to bring him into a hug. "Why did that name have to
follow us up here?" Shiro wearily got up on his heavily shaking legs. Lance
swallowed hard as he ran back, he ran down to the training deck. He had to
confront Shiro about this. 
He knew he was cursing Victor, he knew he was cursing Hunk's brother.....Hunk's
abuser. 
Lance opened the training deck doors. Shiro swiveled his head quickly and
looked at Lance wide-eyed. 
"Lance?!" Shiro put his fists to his side in a limp manner.
"Shiro...." Lance walked in, the doors closing behind him. He folded his hands
behind his back just in case Shiro wanted to lash out and punch him (he knew
the feeling, it only escaped him not even a minute ago). 
"Lance!" Shiro ran to Lance but instead of punching him in a jumble of emotions
Shiro hugged onto Lance. His arms almost crushing Lance in their slightly
fatherly grip.
"Keith said you were in here--"
"I am so sorry, Lance!" Shiro interrupted him, "I didn't know that Hunk's past
was.....was Victor. I-I didn't know. I am so sorry that I brought it up.
I...." 
"Shiro," Lance wrapped his hands around Shiro, "Hunk wouldn't have answered if
he didn't trust you guys enough. Hunk has been dealing with it his whole life
and he knew that we all were effected by Victor, I think out of all of us he
was the most afraid." Lance smiled slightly
"I can't believe you, Lance," Shiro said happily as he separated from Lance 
"What do you mean?" 
"You're so much more mature than when you were captured." 
"I'm more than just bad pick up lines and a nice body, Shiro." Lance laughed,
"Plus to you guys we were gone about a week, but the Galra made Hunk and I live
out over two months in a hallucination." 
"Hallucination?" Shiro questioned
"Right, we haven't told you guys about that yet...." Lance breathed in through
his teeth making a noise sounding like that of a snake's slither or a kitten's
hiss. Lance scratched the nape of his neck as he thought about telling Shiro
"We were just plunged into a world we thought was our own. That's it, we don't
have to go into detail." 
"What do you mean?" 
"I don't really know myself. I know that one second I thought Hunk was in a
coma and the next I was on a Galra space ship. I really don't want to talk
about it...." Lance said calmly "Oh, I forgot to do this," Lance lightly, and
in slow motion, punched Shiro. 
"What was that for?" 
"For bringing up the past. You're lucky I took the long way around to gather my
thoughts. Otherwise, I would've socked you right in the jaw!!" Lance joked
making both him and Shiro laugh. "I'm going to go check on Hunk and see if he's
up for picking a planet for a date." 
"You know we can't just stop for you two to go on a date, right?" Shiro smiled
"I know. But we can go to the simulation room and pretend we are there." Lance
smiled as he left the room. As Lance left the training deck a loud, ear
piercing scream stabbed it's way into his ears, a scream that he wanted to
never hear again, a cry for help that was all too familiar, a plea that echoed
even in an echoless room. 
Hunk's voice shook the castle as it shrieked in pure agony, "LANCE!!!!!"
Chapter End Notes
     *Monkshood is a flower known as "The Queen of all Poisons" and
     ingestion of even a small amount will give you severe
     gastrointestinal upset [You will be very gassy, stomach ache, have
     nausea, and will vomit] but it is the effect on the heart (where it
     causes slowing of the heart rate) which is often the cause of death.
     So basically Lance is saying that his families opinions can go die.
     Thank you all for reading! I am still unsure of when this book will
     end but I'm going to keep it going for now. It might end at 20
     chapters but we will see how the next few go. Thanks again and if you
     need to contact me you can find me @enhance-ao3 on Tumblr.
***** What is happening to us? *****
Chapter Notes
     Underlined words or paragraphs are dream thoughts or conversations.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Hunk smiled as he closed his eyes and fell to sleep. His body enveloping in the
comfort of his bed. He had been here not two hours prior but he still felt
exhausted after telling the team about his past. He felt like he just wanted to
wrap up in his blanket and not come out. Hunk yawned as he curled up on the
bed, his body feeling heavy and the rest of him slowly falling asleep as he
thought about what his life with Lance would be now that he knows. Hunk was
about to fall into a deep, well needed, sleep just as he began to hear mumbling
outside of his door. Hunk moved to go tell whoever was out there to leave, but
as he got closer to the door he noticed that it was Lance's voice followed by
Keith's. 
"I..." Keith's voice began as some rummaging was then heard, Hunk figured that
he had sat beside Lance or something "I'm not sure how to put this, so I'm just
going to say it. I am surprised that Hunk is Victor's younger brother..... I
don't know Hunk that well, but from Shiro's stories I know Victor quite well."
a small sigh followed Keiths words "I just....Hunk is always happy, you know? I
just never thought of him as a victim but more of a....I don't know...."
Hunk placed his hand on his door as he realized that it was going to happen
again. He was going to see those eyes, hear that tone, and feel that presence.
Hunk wanted anything but that...... especially from his team. 
 "I understand where you are coming from, Keith." Hunk twitched at Lance's
answer, "When Hunk told me I was shocked, but he's still him. His past with his
brother shaped him into the amazing man he is today. I wouldn't want Hunk to be
any other way than he is right now." A laugh followed, "I love him so much."
Hunk slid down the wall right beside the door, Lance's quiet laughs were to die
for. They made him happy and feel free. 
"We all know that. Especially this morning when you stood up for him the first
time." 
"That wasn't the first time!" Lance seemed to try to defend himself 
"You've never been that coarse with us before." 
"Do you remember when I asked Allura if I could share a room with Hunk?" 
Hunk tried to hold back a cackle as he remembered that day.
On that day they were all assigned their rooms, officially, Hunk was chilling
out in his room fiddling with some of the flowers that Lance had taken from a
few planets. Hunk laughed as Lance's elated tone rushed into his ears before
the rapping of his fist resonated on the door. Hunk opened the door to a semi-
clothed, blushing, overly excited Lance.
"Guess. What!!!!!" 
"Oh I can only imagine~" Hunk laughed
"We get to share a room!!"
"....!!" Hunk looked to Lance, both their eyes widened with wonder "You're
kidding right?" 
"Why would I be kidding about something so wonderful!!" Lance smiled wide
"C-c-can.... can we even do that??" 
"Of course!! Now grab your stuff and bring it to OUR new room!!"
 
"It's okay now to share a room with him, now that you're not on earth?" Keith's
question brought Hunk's mind back. Hunk worried for a second before Lance
answered
"I....I don't care anymore. I love Hunk so much, my family's opinion of that
can go eat a Monkshood, for all I care."
"Eat a what?" Keith questioned to Lance's terminology
"Never mind..." Lance said then triggering a silence. Hunk thought it was nice,
the silence that is, and he smiled to himself as Lance and Keith were talking
like friends talk, that they were opening to each other a little more. The
silence seemed to get uncomfortable on the other side of the door. One of the
two stood up and began to walk,
"Shiro might still be there if you want to go still lecture him, that is."
Keith's voice said, it's positing different than where it was before. Hunk then
heard Lance get up from his position and begin to walk in the opposite
direction then Keith. 
Hunk stayed on the ground, yes he was tired but for some odd reason, he was
also really comfortable right where he was. Hunk closed his eyes and fell
asleep right on the floor. 
Hunks dream consisted of scenery from Earth, the beautiful blue and slightly
green oceans, the breathtaking mountains, the feeling of Lance leaning his head
on his shoulder as he smelled the scent of seaweed and his man mixing in the
same atmosphere. Hunk smiled. But his thoughts began to tear apart his dream. 
"I_don't_care_anymore._My_family's_thoughts_about_you_are_nothing_more_than
what_they_think." Lance's voice infiltrated, this shown just like the past when
they were talking about their relationship. Lance had gone crying his eyes out
to Hunk the Monday after he told his family about him and Hunk dating, he told
Hunk that he wasn't allowed to date him due to his family being against Hunk
for some reason. But Lance still wanted to date him, he just couldn't put a
'real' label on it, so to speak (not that they were allowed to in the Garrison
anyway).
"Lance,_in_the_end,_it's_your_life._Live_it_how_you_want_and_never_regret_a
choice_you_made._Life_is_worth_living_to_the_fullest,_so_who_are_we_to_walk_on
egg_shells_around_our_life?" Hunk wished that he hadn't said that back then. He
hated who he was. Who he became. Who Victor had forced him to become.
In the past and more so in the present he had come to hate the him that he had
become. The man that his father would probably hate and despise, the child that
his mother would (and did) ignore and push. Hunk was then reminded of the time
that his mother encouraged death, that she might've (slightly) secretly
encouraged it. Hunk tried to force the dream to not go down that road, he was
winning for a little until he remembered that he tried it. 
 
It_was_two_days_before_his_eighth_birthday,_he_was_saved_from_Victor's_terrible
grasp_only_12_hours_ago_and_released_from_the_hospital_2_hours_ago._He_locked
himself_in_his_room_still_soaked_from_taking_such_a_long_sobbing_shower,_he
curled_in_his_bed_the_covers_encasing_him_in_his_sorrow._His_door_handle
giggled_and_when_entrance_into_his_room_was_forbidden_his_mother's_voice_called
"I_brought_you_something_to_eat...."_Her_voice_was_changed,_she_was_the_one
that_saved_Hunk._She_was_the_one_who_saw_him_in_the_raw_state_of_discourse._She
was_the_one_to_shoot_Victor_in_the_knee_cap_with_a_blood_churning_scream_and
call_the_Garrison_Police._She_was_the_one_to_turn_around_and_leave_Hunk_tied_up
and_open_for_the_Garrison_Police_to_do_as_they_please_(thankfully_they_did_no
more_than_cut_him_down,_wrap_him_up_in_a_blanket,_and_take_him_to_the_hospital
to_get_all_cleaned_up_and_checked_out). 
"Not_hungry....."_Hunk_said_in_a_low_tone._"I'm_never_eating_again."
"I'm_going_to_kick_down_the_door_if_you_don't_open_it."_She_said,_her_voice_not
leaving_the_low_tone_that_it_was._Hunk_got_up_and_unlocked_the_door,_not_soon
after_he_ran_back_to_his_bed._His_mother_placed_the_food_on_his_bed_stand_and
then_sat_on_the_side_of_his_bed._"Maybe...."_His_mother_took_a_breath_"Maybe_it
would_be_better_for_you--for_everyone--_if_you_were_to_take_your_own_life."
 
"LANCE!"
Hunk jumped up at the sound of his own voice shaking the castle with a shrill
of deprivation and panic. He wiped the tears that were streaming down his
cheeks away and wrinkled his brows and looked around for a second, he wasn't
the one to call out.... but that was definitely his voice. Hunk rubbed his
tired, puffy, eyes and stood up.
"What was that?" He asked himself as he then exited the room and began to walk
around, he wasn't that far from his room when he heard Lance's calls
"HUNK!" Lance was sprinting behind him, with Shiro not far either "Hunk, is
everything alright??" 
"Ya, that wasn't me." Hunk said, just as confused as the other two "I mean, it
was me, but..... like not recently." 
"I'm sorry Paladins!" Allura's voice came over the intercom system "Could you
all please come here, we have something to show you." 
"What?" Lance questioned confused
"It must've been the recording from when we were fighting the Galra before you
guys were taken." Shiro said in a calm voice, happy that Hunk was okay "Let's
go see what the Princess has found." Shiro began to walk towards the front of
the ship. When the other two didn't budge Shiro realized that they may need
some alone time, "I guess I'll tell her that you two will be a little late" he
added then leaving the two behind. 
Lance waited for Shiro to be out of hearing distance before he spoke to Hunk. 
"Are you sure that you are okay?" Lance asked, trying to not be obvious that he
was eyeing the bags under Hunk's eyes nor the redness in his cheeks or scratch
in his throat (as if Hunk had been crying from the moment that Lance had left
him).
"I'm fine," Hunk smiled coughing trying to clear his throat
"Hunk, you can tell me!"
"Lance, I'm fine, really." Hunk said again not wanting to tell Lance about the
memory he just had. Hunk suddenly felt a pair of hands encase his face
"Do. Not. Lie. To. Me." Lance scolded "I know that you aren't okay. I know that
there is something bothering you. You were crying weren't you?"
"I've got it under control--"
"Hunk, no," Lance interrupted "Rely on me more!"
"Lance I love you, but I have to do this on my own--"
"NO YOU DONT!" Lance yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice becoming rough
and agitated "Your logic doesn't make any sense! You've always done things on
your own. You've always felt that I couldn't help you because I didn't
understand what you were feeling. That's all true, but Hunk I want you to rely
on me more, I need you to rely on me. That's how a relationship works. I vent
to you and then, in turn, you vent to me!" Lance fought back tears as his voice
seemed to be fading with each lectured word.
"Lance...." Hunk felt bad but he also didn't want to rely on Lance. Hunk
thought that he could internalize the emotions again and hope that when he
explodes that Lance wouldn't be around. He didn't want Lance to know that his
own mother told him to kill himself, and he also didn't want Lance to know that
he had tried it..... for years. Hunk lost count of how many times.... All Hunk
wanted Lance to know was that he loved him, he felt that Lance knew too much
already. 
"I know you went through hell in the hallucination, being reminded of your past
and having to go through that. You already told me that." Lance began, he
seemed that he was about to tell Hunk something very important "But..... I had
a hard time too. I wasn't going to tell you, because I didn't want you to think
I was belittling your past, but listen." Lance removed his hands from Hunks
face and put them in his pockets "I had two and a half months of relationship
building with the others and now that's all gone. I bonded with them all, we
all became close knit and we laughed and smiled. It was like nothing I thought
I'd ever be able to feel with anyone other than you.... we finally felt like
what a Voltron Paladin team should feel." Lance let out a shaking breath and
let a tear drip from the corner of his eye.
"I'm sorry, Lance," Hunk said in a saddened tone
"I don't want you to be sorry!" Lance said bitterly "I.... I almost killed you,
you know?" Lance looked away from Hunk
"What?" Hunk looked confused
"In our shared dream-hallucination-thing, you asked to be taken out of your
misery 'please, end me', were your exact words." Lance began to cry "I almost
did.... It hurt me to see you in pain, it hurt me to hear every word out of
your mouth a plea for death.... it became too much one day and I pulled my
blaster out and aimed it at your head. The middle is hazy, but I know that
Shiro and Keith stopped me. They tried to comfort me, but in the end, they
didn't know how. I went to Blue and vented my heart out, she decided to stay
quiet..... that's when Pidge and I became really close. She was there. She knew
what to say, she knew when to listen...." Lance couldn't bring himself to look
at Hunk, he knew that his face was horrified "Pidge and I talked, we.... we
figured that I...I almost killed you because I was happy..... I was happy that
you were finally relying on me. I smiled as you called out my name and then
broke out in a convulsing sob when you finished it with 'end me'." Lance began
to shake, afraid of Hunk's next words
"Lance, I didn't know...."
"No, you didn't," Lance was pissed that Hunk didn't follow it up with what was
on his own mind, so he continued, regretting where this conversation was going
"and I wasn't going to tell you. But you see that's what this is!" Lance
flailed his arms around accenting his rage "This is trust, this is me relying
on you with the shit that I went through and this is me telling you that I love
you." Lance let out an angry breath "Now promise me you can do the same, Hunk."
"Lance, I can't...."
"Can't or won't?"
"Lance....."
"Forget it Hunk!! I just..... HELL! I feel like I'm back at square on with all
of them! I fell like I'm back to square one with you, Hunk! Stop pushing me
away! Rely on me more! Or this relationship...... this re-re-relationship...."
Lance stumbled to the words that he wanted to threaten "Hunk, I want us to have
trust in our relationship, otherwise, this relationship is over."
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry that this chapter was out later in the day than I normally do!
     I don't really have an excuse, I just forgot to upload it. Hope you
     guys are liking the book so far!
***** Seperation? *****
Chapter Summary
     What is happening to them? They were doing so good?
     Will their relationship end here? Will the two be able to move on
     from where they are? Will Voltron ever be able to be formed again?
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Forget it Hunk!! I just..... HELL! I feel like I'm back at square on with all
of them! I fell like I'm back to square one with you, Hunk! Stop pushing me
away! Rely on me more! Or this relationship...... this re-re-relationship...."
Lance stumbled to the words that he wanted to threaten "Hunk, I want us to have
trust in our relationship, otherwise, this relationship is over." 
"Lance do not go there!" Hunk said in a croaking voice as he stepped back "I'm
just..." Hunk let out a breath "We have to go and see what Allura found out."
"I am not leaving until we settle this." Lance said harshly "I don't want you
to--"
"I'm not like you, Lance, okay?!?!?!?!" Hunk agonizingly called putting his
hands on the sides of his head as he emphasized his discourse, "I can't just
jump in and trust someone. I can't just do that. I.....I need time. I mean, yes
I can trust people and yes I can love and adore people--but to an extent." 
"I feel like us dating for as long as we have should be ample time for you to
trust me!" Lance retorted "I can't take it. Hunk we need to have a mutual
understanding and I feel like that is lacking here. I feel like we were
suddenly thrown back to the first day we met each other and you had that fake
air around you. But I still fell in love with you! I've loved you from the
moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted you and me to be a couple."
"You didn't even know me!" 
"I KNOW!" Lance screamed shutting his eyes at the volume "I loved you-- and
still love you-- because I knew that there was a connection to be had
SOMEWHERE, but back then we didn't have it. We Bonded. We molded our
relationship. We were always by each other, to the point where people thought
we were dating before we even knew each other's feelings. It was us against the
world but ever since you told me about your past I feel like we are against
each other and I hate that feeling!" Lance began to cry heavily, his chest
convulsing and he felt winded and tried to catch his breath. "My heart hurts so
much right now......Like I feel so empty inside just talking about this. I hate
this feeling so much. Hunk, I want this feeling gone. I want us to make up. I
want us to be okay. I want you." Lance grabbed his chest, and shook in pain, he
looked up to Hunk as his eyes were barely visible in the sea of tears and his
skin paler than the sight of the moon from earth. 
"Lance, I want you too. You just have to realize that I can't open my whole
heart to you just yet. There are still some things that I am working out with
myself before I can stress you out with them. I....It hurts for me to think
about them but I have to do this alone, I've always done it that way."
"But you don't have to do it alone!" Lance said "Hunk I....I feel like I don't
know you anymore...." 
"Lance......" Hunk felt his heart palpitate in his chest at a runners pace as
if he had just gotten off sprinting a 20-mile track. Hunk's breath became short
"I....." He didn't want Lance to know that he's been struggling with many
things in his past, he didn't want Lance to know how it felt to be betrayed by
his own brother, he didn't want to tell Lance about the times he tried to take
his own life, he never mentioned to Lance about when he was banned from the
lunch room because the Garrison said that he was getting too fat for a cargo
pilot who needs to get into tight places on the ship, he didn't want Lance to
know that he hated himself so much that he thought about selling himself off
just to get out of the Garrison, he didn't want Lance to know about anything
else of his past........ he didn't want Lance to see him as he sees himself.
"Lance....." Hunk choked "I'm such a terrible boyfriend...." He fell to his
knees, his emotions making it hard for his body to control itself.
"No, you're not." Lance fell to the ground as well "I'm just so worried about
you, I want to be able to help you." Lance sat criss-cross in front of Hunk 
"I am the worst, though..... I know all about your past and yet you only
learned about mine yesterday (or whenever that was)." Hunk felt his heart pump
out a sliver of hope, his mind decided to help slightly flashing a thought of a
wedding with Lance, a thought of a domestic life with kids (at least 4) and a
hopeful life out here in space where they can teach them life and they can
return to earth whenever so that Lance can see his family and Hunk can watch as
his Children get well rounded in the education of the universe. "Listen,
Lance," Hunk said cupping his left hand around his right elbow in an awkward
apologetic position "My past.... is not a happy one--as you know--and I would
do anything for you...." Hunk decided that it was better to just tell him and
get it out of the way. No matter how painful it is, Lance Murray, he was right
there to comfort him if he needed it. It was time someone knew. "So, please
hear everything before you freak out, ok?" 
"I'm all ears, Hunk," Lance said looking behind Hunk to see Keith and Shiro
walking down the hallway. Lance shooed them away and when the two saw Hunk and
Lance sitting on the ground, both with tears still running down their faces and
their body's in sympathizing positions Keith and Shiro turned around,
 leaving. 
"I....I was.... When I was saved from Victor my mother became cold and distant.
She seemed more of a shell of a person than I was. It might've been that she
lost her Husband and both of her sons too soon for her to cope, but her finding
me like that also played a factor into it (I think). There were two days that I
had mom to myself before the Garrison came and took me away--forcibly-- but
we'll get to that later...." Hunk looked at Lance who was looking intently at
Hunk as if waiting for the right moment to speak "When mom found me she called
the Garrison Police and they came and got me, they took me to the hospital and
had me do several tests. They all came back positive and that's when the
Garrison police left me to go find Victor and charge him with rape, and a lot
of other charges that I forget now. Mom took me from the hospital and brought
me home. She left me to myself for a while but then she came to my room. She
told me that it would be best for everyone if I killed myself." With a gasp
from Lance, Hunk continued "The rest of the time I had with my mother she
talked down to me, her eyes were dead whenever she looked at me and I felt like
I lost my mother on the day she found me. Then the day came for the Garrison to
come and get me, the day I turned eight.... my birthday." Hunk closed his eyes
and tried to stop shaking "They knocked on the door and burst in without
allowing mom to answer the door. They pushed her to the side and took me by the
hair..... they dragged me away. I wanted to bring some stuff..... but they only
allowed what I was wearing on my body. They then told me that all communication
with my mother would be cut off until my 14th birthday, and then it would be
minimal (about one visit per year). I got to the Garrison and in an attempt to
make my mother happy the first night I tried to kill myself. I tried to
hard...... but I just..... I was stopped." Hunk let out a breath and paused for
a second, just enough for Lance to ask
"What stopped you?" 
Hunk laughed a little "Well, I was already bleeding from my chest and stomach
when I stopped. I looked into the mirror in my room and cried more and more. I
wanted it over and done with, I actually wished for death. But then..... I
thought about my future husband or wife. I thought about them and I calmed down
a little. I thought that all this pain I was going through had to be necessary
for me and them to be able to be together. I thought that they had to be going
through some tuff crap too in order to deal with the current me. But at eight
years old, that only worked for that one time." Hunk let out a wheeze "I was
almost successful once....in taking my life. I think it was about a year before
you came to the Garrison, my overseers decided to take me with them on a
mission across town. I was with  three of the best pilots in the Garrison, at
the time, and we were going on an 'adventure'. It was all fine, I felt fine.
Then the main pilot, a woman, asked me if I wanted to steer. If I wanted to
take the wheel. I happily said yes and got behind the wheel, sitting in her
lap. I was as happy as could be. But then, I realized the power I had. The
power and force that the vehicle had. I forced us to crash and injured the
three not that badly....but I wasn't buckled and almost flew face first into
the windshield...... if I had jerked forward even a centimeter closer I
would've died..... that's why I hated flying so much...and why it still makes
me so nauseous.... it brought me back to that feeling...
"I sustained many injuries, and after that, I was under intense watch and care
of individuals. Then you came to school. The principal thought it would be good
for me to actually make a friend so they told me to watch over you. I thought
the worst--and from what they told me about you I should've. But you became the
best thing to happen in my life. Yet.... I still felt disgusting. I hated my
body, I hated myself, I hated everything. I didn't want you to see me how I see
myself so I hid behind someone that I knew that I could be. Over the years that
we were glued to each other I actually became that person. I had a hope. I had
a life that was worth living...... but every time I got in trouble (every time
we got in trouble) they would remind me of my past, remind me of my mistakes
and my misfortunes. They reminded me of who I am and who my family was;
essentially they were telling me who they predicted I would become." Hunk wiped
away the tears with the sleeve clinging to the inside of his elbow. He looked
to Lance who was shocked, sobbing, and seemingly miserable "Lance....I never
wanted you to know, I still..... I don't want you to think differ--" before he
could finish his sentence Lance embraced him. Holding Hunk tightly as if trying
to squeeze the sadness out of Hunk.
"I love you so much, Hunk." Lance said in Hunk's ear "I love you so much that I
made a nickname for you for the sole reason that every time someone called you
your given name you looked hurt, you looked in pain, you looked empty." Lance
buried his eyes in Hunk's shoulder "You should be given the universe for the
insane crap that you've had to go through. I know it was hard for you to tell
me but I'm happy I know. I'm sorry I had to go as far as threaten our
relationship to get you to tell me." 
"I knew that it was a ploy, what do you take me for?" Hunk smiled slightly
"Ya....I was--and am still a little--pissed." Lance separated a little and put
his face right in front of Hunks
"So now what?" Hunk asked as he looked at Lance's puffed and reddened face
"I think we both deserve some time to ourselves." Lance smiled "How about we go
on a date?" 
"A date? You seriously want to go on a date after that emotional debacle?" 
"Ya! Come on Hunk!! We can go into the simulation room and go on a picnic
anywhere in the universe!" 
"You know what," Hunk said cupping Lance's face and bringing their noses
together for an Eskimo kiss, "I think after my emotional breakdown that I just
had, I realized that as long as I'm with you I'll be okay with anything."
Chapter End Notes
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***** The End *****
Chapter Summary
     Years passed. Precious years that they've been joined together. They
     feel nothing but joy in the other presence. So what is this feeling
     that Lance holds? Will he tell Hunk or let it boil inside?
Chapter Notes
     A warning this chapter has suggestive themes in it and some more
     adult language than I've been using.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
--7 years later--
"Lance look out!!" Hunk thrusted his Lion towards Lance and yanked Lance out of
the way of a large ion cannon blast.
The five were in the heat of battle in front of a planet called Guandulaious, a
planet that was inhabited by peaceful people who were going to be dragged into
this war whether they wanted it or not. The Galra had already destroyed the
planet, so now was trying to rid the universe of this armada before they could
go destroy any more planets. 
"Thank's, babe!" Lance said, "You've saved my butt a lot today!" 
"You're head seems to be in the clouds today." Hunk said as he maneuvered
Yellow in front of Lance looking towards him
"Guys, talk about that later!" Keith called, "We have to beat them!" 
"Fine, we'll talk about this later." Hunk grunted after he said that to Lance,
his lion being hit by minor missiles "Be safe," Hunk called as he pulled his
Lion 180 degrees in the opposite direction "I love you!" Hunk then charged in,
pulling the thrusters inside of Yellow and stepping on the pedals haphazardly. 
"Knock 'em dead, babe!" Lance called as he too went to go help the team battle
it out against the Galra armada that displayed themselves so neatly in front of
them as if they were a thanksgiving feast waiting to be ripped into or a
plethora of Christmas presents waiting to be blown open. Either way, the five
obliged the want of the Galra to be blown to smithereens. It took hours of
fighting, and a few of those hours they thought they were going to lose and
have to tell Allura that she needed to find five other Paladins. It seemed that
the drones just kept coming and coming, but eventually the numbers were
obviously dwindling and that's when hope arose in the team, that's when the
true battle began. After each and every drone was out of commission, after each
and ever Galra soldier either captured or out of their sights they returned to
the Castle of Lions.
Shiro and Keith escorted about six Galra soldiers to Allura to be questioned,
while Pidge talked to her new friend RJ (Rover Junior) as she began to amplify
the Green lion even more so than she already was. Lance tried to run from Hunk,
seeming to not want to bring up the subject at hand, but Hunk's thick hands
caught Lance's toned Biceps before he could escape. 
"Are you going to talk, or run away?" Hunk asked concerned as he let go of
Lance's arm. Lance turned around, his face downcast as he twiddled his thumbs
with shaking hands. 
"I....can we talk in private?" Lance whispered as he looked over to Pidge who
had noticeably begun to talk loudly so that she couldn't hear them. 
"Of course." Hunk said as he began to guide Lance towards their bedroom, he
wasn't exactly dragging Lance, but his body was at an angle so that he could
sort of herd Lance. 
"Can... we not go to the bedroom?" Lance asked, knowing where they were headed
the second they turned right instead of heading to the training deck (left).
"Is that what this is about?" Hunk asked stopping in his tracks as he felt his
heart begin to speed up 
"Please don't be mad if it is...." Lance let out a worried sigh as he tried to
avoid Hunk's gaze. 
"Lance--" 
"I just...I love you so much, Hunk, and I want to show you just how much I love
you." 
"I'm not ready, Lance...." Hunk said letting out a sigh and looking to his man
"I know.... the way you look when we jerk each other off is almost too painful
to look at." Lance said solemnly, he pulled Hunk down for a light yet long kiss
"I love you, and I still stand on waiting until you're ready. I just want you
to know that I'm ready when you are." Lance let out a wheeze as if that was
half of the truth as if he couldn't wait. Hunk felt a red flag go up in the
back of his mind as he thought that he should just get sex done and over with.
He thought that he should just give Lance what he wanted, that he should just
do it. But Hunk respected Lance more than that. He respected himself more than
that. He would wait until the moment was right to go to Lance, wait until his
mind was filled with nothing more that Lance and the noises that he would make
writhing under Hunk, wait until that fateful day when they could be joined
together and Hunk doing nothing more than enjoying the moment for what it was.
Hunk respected Lance too much to rush into having sex to just have sex. He
wanted Lance to enjoy it too and not feel rushed. He cared too much for Lance
to do so. 
"I love you too, Lance..." Hunk replied, his heart feeling slightly pressured
but his mind knowing that he should wait for the sake of his whole mentality.
Doing it for the first time between partners is the most sacred thing, it's not
something to just be thrown together and not something that should determine a
relationship. 
Even though they both have seen each other naked, taking showers and baths
together, changing in front of each other, and jerking each other off when
they're pent up, Hunk wanted to leave sex (the actual act of prepping Lance and
treating him like the prince whom Hunk loves more than Earth) for when he knew
he was ready. 
"Thank you," Lance said smiling
"For?" Hunk questioned as the two then began to walk towards the food hall
"Hearing me out." 
"Lance, I love you so much. I understand your frustration because I'm
frustrated too, but I don't want to rush into having sex and us both realize
that it was too early to do it." Hunk intertwined their hands together as they
made it to the mess hall. The two grabbed their green goo meals and sat across
from each other as they ate. 
"I'm sorry I brought it up," Lance said as if his guilt were just settling in.
"Lance, I'm happy you brought it up, okay?" Hunk replied
"Really? I guess.....but I still feel bad because I'm like the worst boyfriend
for bringing it up."
"You aren't the worst, Lance, okay? You're actually the best. You reminded me
that we are more than we used to be, Lance. We've grown from the couple we were
seven years ago." Hunk smiled a little as he looked to Lance and pointed a
spoon towards him as if to threaten him
"Oh man, seven years.... and then some! Because of the Garrison." Lance
commented in a nostalgic voice "I can't believe it." 
"I know." Hunk then laughed at a memory "Do you remember what happened when we
reached two years?" 
"Ya, Pidge told us to get hitched," They laughed together at that comment.
Lance looked over to Hunk, "I remember when we had the scare three years
ago...." Hunk put his fork down
"I know. That was very.....unsettling for all of us. Shiro knew that it was
dangerous, he knew that there was more than a 50% chance that he would die...."
"That's why that idiot said that line to Keith. He thought he wouldn't make it
out and, therefore, needed to know that someone would lead Voltron. He even
ruined his relationship with Allura because of that move." 
"Well they are still together, but they aren't the same...." Hunk placed his
spoon down "Our relationship is different too, you know?" 
"What do you mean by that?" Lance furrowed his brows
"We are more open with each other, do you think that 6 years ago-- hell! Even
last year-- you would've told me that you were ready to have sex whenever I
was." When those words came out of Hunk's mouth Pidge walked in and turned
right around and left. Hunk placed his hand over his forehead in
embarrassment and tried to continue but couldn't find any other words than
curses. 
"I never thought about that," Lance said with a smile "But we did grow stronger
after you told me about your past, I think that was the key thing that made our
relationship stronger." 
"Ya....Do you remember the date we had after that?" Hunk laughed 
"I tried so hard to impress you!" Lance blushed as he tried to defend himself
"How was I supposed to know that you were going to be allergic to the food that
Coran helped me make?!" 
"That was one of the best dates of my life!" Hunk slapped his thighs as he
remembered. 
Lance had taken him to the simulation room, where there was a romantic sunset
that cascaded colors beyond the human imagination across the sky in a never-
ending dance that took their breath away. Lance stood with a meal on a two
person table waiting for Hunk to enter. They both were in their casual wear and
felt funny looking like so. Lance had prepared the meal with the assistance of
Coran. The night was going great and the simulation room's lighting danced off
their skin so beautifully. Hunk decided to stand and offer his hand to Lance.
To which Lance obliged with a grin knowing where this was going. And so, like
two fools in love, they danced across the ground, the simulation flowers
swaying to their steps and the calm noises of their surrounding almost making
them feel as though this were a dream. It soon turned into a nightmare when
Hunk fell to the ground seeming to be choking. Lance called for Coran fast.
That was when they found out Hunk was allergic to Juniper berries (a delicacy
all around the universe). 
"Hunk, Coran said you almost died!" 
"Small details Lance, don't sweat. It's going to take a lot more than that to
get rid of me~." 
As the two then began to eat again the alarms of the castle went off and
Allura's voice echoed "Paladin's there is a distress beacon close, please go to
your lions!" 
"Well this was a fun break~," Lance said grabbing his plate and Hunks, tossing
them in the self-cleaning sink. The two grabbed each other's hand and walked to
their lions. 
 
They might be defenders of the universe, but first and foremost, they are each
other's one and only. If any alien stood in the way of that, even if that alien
was Zarkon himself and (for some reason) he was hell bent on breaking them up,
they would defend their relationship to the bitter end. There was no other man
for the other. There was no other person that they would want to be with. There
was something about the raw love that they had for each other than never
waivered each and every morning. There was something so special about them
being able to pour their hearts out to one another and not feel ashamed to a
point that they broke up, but rather they worked through it. There was
something extremely therapeutic in the relationship that the two had, they
could go to the other with ANY issue, lay their heart out as they were in the
embrace of the other, and not have to expect an answer. Just the comfort of
their grasp and attention was more than enough to make them better. They felt
so comfortable in each other's grasp, they felt so content in the others kisses
and longing gazes, they felt so cherished in the others presence, (and for a
lack of a better word) they felt enhanced. 
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