Tell me more about the Paladin Training AU! What does the rest of the team think about golden boy Shiro, and how does this effect them when they form Voltron for the first time? Tell me more about the first time they decided training and dark history be damned, they're going to do this Voltron thing their way. Tell me about how the team decided THEIR Shiro, (not the Shiro conditioned by training, quiet and submissive before the command, but the Shiro who rebels and protects) is the one they 1/2
2/2 will follow till the end of days. Tell me how these strangers became the team that will save the universe.
(So I originally wrote this from Lance’s POV in tumblr and then lost all of it when my computer suddenly reset. This version ended up better anyway. It doesn’t answer a lot of your questions, but they also weren’t strangers in this AU. They were raised together. But here’s that story anyway.
Based on this original post)
The short of it was: nothing was the same since Zarkon betrayed them.
The short of it was: Hunk wished things could go back to how they’d been.
Those first few days right after had been terrifying. The panic, the yelling, the strained atmosphere. Hunk had wanted to stay in his room for it, but he wasn’t allowed to, and even if he was, Lance would have dragged him out. For the longest time, they’d had no idea what anyone was talking about. There were just clipped commands, being told to sit and wait and be good, while horrifying words like ‘rogue’ and ‘attack’ and ‘death toll’ were thrown around, just barely within hearing.
All of them had been put into one room and while they weren’t told not to leave, the implication was strong. Immediately, Keith turned to Shiro, trying to get him to spill. In hindsight, Hunk didn’t know why they’d all thought Shiro would know, except that he was older and he was going to be their leader someday, and he always helped with the answers to their nightly school work, so maybe he knew this too.
“I’m sorry, I’m sure they’ll tell us soon,” he told them, hands up in placation, and at the time he hadn’t noticed, but when he thought back, Hunk thought Shiro looked just as scared as the rest of them.
That look only got stronger when one of their instructors burst in. “Shiro,” he called, voice icy, and Shiro stared back, eyes wide. Shiro always seemed so much older than them, but in that moment he’d been very young looking. “You are to come with me.”
It wasn’t even an order. It was a demand. It was a threat.
“Just me?” Shiro asked, and ducked his head at the immediate glare. “Yes, sir.” Iverson’s hand clamped down on his upper arm, rough in a way none of them usually saw, as Paladins to be.
He was dragged away, and Shiro cast another wild look over his shoulder. “I’ll be back soon, Stay calm.”
Then he was gone.
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