So, currently I'm reading the City of Ashes from the Mortal Instruments seires and I couldn't help but think, "What if Lance was a Shadowhunter?" I didn't think the same for any other the other Earthlings. I don't know why. Maybe it was because I actually drew runes on Lance??? But I forgot that page in my friend's car and she never returned it. :(

Lance sighed as he rubbed his parabatai rune that was marked right below his collar bone. He hoped his parabatai was alright and wasn't worrying too much. He had been on a mission to the Garrison to kill a Ravener demon. But he had been caught in all this Voltron madness. As if the Shadowworld wasn't enough.

He sighed as he twirled the stele in his hands. Boredom overwhelmed Lance. It had never been like this. There was always something to do wiether it was fighting off a demon, training, or looking through reports. He would train up here in space, but they didn't have his ideal weapon, which was a small dagger, blessed by the Angel's name, and bow and arrows. Then again, he'd never asked Allura.

Maybe he should ask Coran.

When the door opened, but Lance didn't seem to notice. He drew runes on his skin, trying to remind him of home in the Institute. Swirls of black appeared on his skin. "Block and deflect..." Lance started muttering the uses of runes on himself.

"What are those?" A voice asked behind him. "By the Angel!" Lance cursed as he spun around to face his attacker.... Who wasn't an attacker at all. In fact it was the princess.

"Allura!" Lance blurted out, surprised. "Wh-what are you doing here?" He asked.

"I was just about to gather up all the Palidans so I can show you the weapons room. I've just realized that I've never shown it to you. But Coran is currently doing a little cleaning, so I didn't want to disturb him." She spoke slowly, her accent gracefully flowing through her words.

"O-oh!" Lance piped out, trying to contain his excitement. "That's great! Where are the others?" He asked.

"In the kitchen. You were the last one to find." Allura replied. "Anyways, I'm curious. What you were just doing... Is that an Earth thing?" She asked, curiosity seeping into her voice.

Lance immeadatly shook his head. "No! It's most definitely not normal! And you must forget about this and what ever happened just now!" He said urrgently. "Not even the others."

Allura's sweet face turned hard. "I refuse to believe that one of the Palidans has to keep a secret from the others! You must tell us." She demanded, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him to the kitchen. Lance began to panick. They would know about everything. His runes, stele, the world he really came from... Everything. It made Lance's head spin.

He grabbed his stele from his pocket and activated his invisibility rune and agility rune. He backflipped away from her and ran away. Allura's confused face peased Lance.

He sighed in relief. Oh what the head of the New York Institute would say. Not only could he have revealed the Shadowworld's secret, but to both humans and aliens! He could hear it now! "Lance McClain, known for revealing all Shadowhunters, warwolves, vampires, and faerie folk secret. Our effort to keep this hidden from mundanes has ended! What a waste!"

Lance cringed. He looked down at the angelic power rune on his wrist. He had the one from his running ceremony on his hip bone. He was instantly reminded of the warlock he had met. Magnus Bane? Was it? He was the High Warlock of Brooklyn.

He was a warlock that constantly visited the Institute, mostly to help with wounded Shadowhunters or to summon a portal or cast a spell, but he was there for his boyfriend Alec Lightwood. He was the head of the New York Institute and extremely friendly. His choices were often the wisesr and we'll planned out.

He liked most people that visited the Institute. Everyone, but of course the Inquisitor and Clary Fairchild. Clary was a redhead with quite a tempore. She was usually OK, but everytime he went on a short mission with her, she seemed to get on his nerves.

It's a mystery for Lance how Clary and Jace fell in love. Jace was known as a player and used his good looks to seduce others. He had Lance as his toy for a while, but luckily, Jace had gotten over their fling and let them become friends. It still gets awkward, though, how Jace knows every single curve, mark, and rune on his body. They do their best to stray away from that topic.

Even Simon the daylighter vampire, Maia the werewolf and her pack leader, Luke were good to get along with and Lance often went to the bar Maia worked at with them. They were friendly and easy to joke around with.

And finally, his parabatai. Her name was Marie Lockheart. She came from an unfamiliar old Shadowhunter family and Lance and Marie became close and eventually trained to become parabatai. Siblings.

Lance sighed. "Entreat me not to leave thee,
Or return from following after thee—
For whither thou goest, I will go,
And where thou lodgest, I will lodge.
Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. 
Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. 
The Angel do so to me, and more also,
If aught but death part thee and me." He recited the oath and closed his eyes.

The door to his room jiggled, telling Lance that someone was trying to get in. Lance pulled his shirt down and slipped on his jacket jacket, and went to open the door, his stele in his pocket. At the door stood his fellow palidans and Altean friends. He forced a smile. "Hey guys! What's up?" He chirped cheerfully.

Allura was glaring at him. "Lance. You need to tell everyone about those marks you were drawing on yourself! Voltron cannot afford to loose a battle just because of a silly secret you insist on keeping." She lectured. The others were giving him a look of curiosity and disapproval. Even Hunk looked a bit hurt. What could Lance possibly be hiding?

"Silly.... Silly!? My secret is not silly! In fact, its to protect you stupid mundanes from my world!" Lance snapped, accusingly pointing at the other Earthlings. "Do you have any idea what would the Clave do to me if word of my world got out!? They would strip me of my runes!" He wailed in distress.

The others looked shocked at Lance's outburst. Lance was never the one who snapped at them for doing something wrong. It was usually just teasing, but never in the harsh tone he was using. Even Allura looked stunned, her Altean eyes going round.

His pupals flared as he realized his choice of words. He fluttered his lashes shut. "By the Angel..." He cursed, sighing. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Screw it."

The others stared at him in confusion. If Lance was gonna tell him something, it would be in pure pazas. They were right.

Lance studied everyone looking at him in interest. "All the legends are true." He started off in the dramatic, cliche starting, but the others didn't know that. "Werewolves, vampires, warlocks, faeries, and half angels, called Shadowhunters." He began explaining, but instantly felt of wave of laziness wash over him. He groaned.

"Basically, Shadowhunters keep Mundanes and Downworlders safe from demons. But Downworlders are also known to help out Shadowhunters slay demons, but it's mostly warlocks, vampires, and werewolves. The faerie folk don't help much, most Shadowhunters warry about the Seelie Queen's tricks. Seelies can't lie, but they can twist the truth. Also, the parabatai of the Head of the New York Institute has bad history with her." Lance explained shortly. He slipped of his jacket and pulled his shirt over his head.

"What are you doing?" Pidge asked, deadplanning. Curiosity was still fresh in her mind, but why would Lance be stripping down to his bare chest. That's until she saw the inky black marks on his body. "... Wow..." She breathed out at the beautiful markings. She smirked. She'd have to snap a picture to update Keith on this later. His jaw would probably drop.

"These are runes." Lance explained tracing the marks on his tan skin. "They're drawn with a stele." He continued grabbing a beautiful metal looking stick. "This is a stelle." Lance demonstrated, twirling it in his hands.

"How does it work?" Coran asked curiously, never seeing anything like this before.

After a few hours of explanation, the Palidans got it. So they instantly messaged Keith and requested a video call. He, of course, instantly responded and brought Krolia with him to meet his friends and 'Space Family.'

The first thing they saw was Hunk's face across the screen. Krolia had jumped in surprise. "Oh! It's started!" She exclaimed in delight.

Keith nodded and waited for everyone to come to the screen. He frowned. "Hey, where's Lance?" He asked, after noticing that Lance wasn't standing with them. A howl of laughter interrupted any of the Palidan's responses. "Right here." The spot that was empty was suddenly occupied by a somewhat familiar tanned body. Keith's eyes widened, this being the first time he'd seen the current Red Lion's Palidan shirtless. Despite the lack of training in the castle, Lance was fairly muscled.

Keith also took notice of the gorgeous black drawings on his skin. He was about to ask what they were, but his mother interrupted. "You're Shadowhunter?" Krolia asked.

Lance was surprised, but nodded, smiling. "Why yes!" He purred. "And you must be Keith's mom. Pleasure meeting you."

Krolia nodded. "Where are you from? I mean, the location of your Institution." She asked. Keith looked completely lost. Krolia glanced at Keith. "You're lost?" She asked softly. Keith pouted and nodded.

Alas, they explain again. Keith was dumbstruck. "Seriously?"

Everyone else nodded. "Yup." Lance replied, popping the 'p' and putting a hand on his hip. "Proove it!" Keith blurted out. Lance smirked. "My pleasure." He purred.

He twirled his stele in his fingers and activated his invisibility rune. When he was out of vision, Keith froze.

"What!?"

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