Notes: These are drabbles based on the Whumptober 2019 prompt list (but not all published in October). The notes before each story have the relevant triggers for that drabble. These are all in chronological order.
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Dragged Away
Notes: A shorter drabble. Enjoy. Warnings: the usual violence
Keith ran, ducking from one alley to another, keeping to the shadows. He could hear his pursuers behind him, next to the pounding of his own heart.
He couldn't think about anything, all he could think about was what's in front of him and how to get away-
He yelped as he fell forward, something wrapped around his ankle. He scrabbled for purchase, his fingers bleeding as he was slowly dragged backwards.
He felt hands grab his hair, pulling his head up. He growled at whoever grabbed him, reaching down into his cloak and pulling out his gun.
The hand in his hair let go, and he fell back down, as someone pried the bloody weapon out of his hand. He struggled as best as he could, but he couldn’t stop them tying his hands behind his back.
He kept kicking his legs, but the Drule soldier started kicking him in the stomach. After a few times, when Keith started coughing up blood, he stopped, and they managed to cuff his legs too.
“I told you, once you get him down on the ground, he’s just like the others,” a Drule growled, and Keith was grabbed by the hair again. They started dragging him away by the hair, leaving him to only grit his teeth and try to ignore the pain.
The only trace of him left was the trail of blood on the ground.
He couldn't think about anything, all he could think about was what's in front of him and how to get away-
He yelped as he fell forward, something wrapped around his ankle. He scrabbled for purchase, his fingers bleeding as he was slowly dragged backwards.
He felt hands grab his hair, pulling his head up. He growled at whoever grabbed him, reaching down into his cloak and pulling out his gun.
The hand in his hair let go, and he fell back down, as someone pried the bloody weapon out of his hand. He struggled as best as he could, but he couldn’t stop them tying his hands behind his back.
He kept kicking his legs, but the Drule soldier started kicking him in the stomach. After a few times, when Keith started coughing up blood, he stopped, and they managed to cuff his legs too.
“I told you, once you get him down on the ground, he’s just like the others,” a Drule growled, and Keith was grabbed by the hair again. They started dragging him away by the hair, leaving him to only grit his teeth and try to ignore the pain.
The only trace of him left was the trail of blood on the ground.
Shackled
Notes: Buckle up folks, it gets dark. Warnings: graphic description of injuries, a lot of blood, electrocution, suicidal thoughts, past non-con, non-con touching, non-con kissing, Lotor being a general douche
Keith knelt on the floor, his wrists and ankles shackled to the floor. The pulling had already cut his wrists, and blood was already covering the shackles. The pain was starting to make him light-headed. But he wasn’t the type to pull on his restraints, at least not til it was bleeding-
CRACKLE!
Keith grit his teeth as he was shocked, his muscles jerking against the steel currently holding him to the floor. That was why his wrists were bleeding.
He sagged back to the floor when the electricity finished its course. His torturer lifted his head with the baton, a sinister smile greeting him.
“Kogane,” she hissed, pronouncing his name wrong like every drule. “Just tell me what I want to know, and the shocks stop.”
He narrowed his eyes at her, then spat directly in her face.
She snarled, jabbing the baton into his chest and cranking up the electricity. He thrashed again, and when he slumped, she grabbed his hair and lifted his head back up.
“How do the lions work?!” She hissed, clearly growing frustrated. “What are their machinations?! Answer me, worm!”
Keith glared at her, his gaze of steel. “To do so would be to kill my family, and I’d rather die.”
She growled, cranking up the baton and striking him again. White hot pain shot through him, and he crumpled in on himself as he let out a muted scream. He felt a hand around his neck, and braced himself for another shock-
“Nazla, stop,” a voice said, and despite the temporary reprieve, Keith shuddered.
Lotor stepped into the chamber, and the torturer growled but stepped aside. “He’s not useful to us if he’s dead,” he continued, while running his fingers through Keith’s hair. “You’re dismissed for today.”
She bowed and left. “What do you want?” Keith spat, trying not to puke at the feeling of Lotor’s hands on his face.
“I think you know,” he purred, and Keith shuddered. Lotor grabbed Keith’s hair and moved him closer
CRACK!
Lotor staggered back, blood dripping out of his nose from Keith’s headbutt. “You bastard!” He snarled, smacking Keith across the face. His face stung, but being smacked was better than being electrocuted.
Lotor grabbed Keith’s face, and blood splattered onto the floor as he thrashed to try to escape. The metal bit into his wrists as Lotor pressed a deep kiss onto Keith.
Keith squeezed his eyes shut, trying to lean back as far as he could away from him. He tensed up, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Lotor pulled back, then stood up, walking back to the doorway. “I have a meeting. But I’ll be back tonight for a special visit, Kogane.”
When the door shut, Keith promptly took the opportunity to puke his guts up and try to get rid of the awful feeling in his stomach. He knows what Lotor’s ‘special visits’ entail (nothing good), and while he appreciated the reprieve from being electrocuted, a ‘special visit’ was the last thing he wanted.
His face still stung, but it hurt less than the kiss that lingered on his lips. He was still bleeding out onto the floor, and the lack of blood was starting to make him light headed. He was too important for them to let him die, so the idea of letting himself close his eyes and possibly forget whatever’s gonna happen next was appealing.
But he did wish they would just let him die. The longer he’s alive, the greater the chance of him breaking and saying something that could doom his family. He can’t do that if he was dead.
His only regret was that he couldn’t find any leads on the Black Lion to pass onto the others.
He closed his eyes and leaned back, muttering something under his breath that he wouldn’t remember when he woke up and succumbing to the darkness.
“I’m sorry, Lance.”
Keith knelt on the floor, his wrists and ankles shackled to the floor. The pulling had already cut his wrists, and blood was already covering the shackles. The pain was starting to make him light-headed. But he wasn’t the type to pull on his restraints, at least not til it was bleeding-
CRACKLE!
Keith grit his teeth as he was shocked, his muscles jerking against the steel currently holding him to the floor. That was why his wrists were bleeding.
He sagged back to the floor when the electricity finished its course. His torturer lifted his head with the baton, a sinister smile greeting him.
“Kogane,” she hissed, pronouncing his name wrong like every drule. “Just tell me what I want to know, and the shocks stop.”
He narrowed his eyes at her, then spat directly in her face.
She snarled, jabbing the baton into his chest and cranking up the electricity. He thrashed again, and when he slumped, she grabbed his hair and lifted his head back up.
“How do the lions work?!” She hissed, clearly growing frustrated. “What are their machinations?! Answer me, worm!”
Keith glared at her, his gaze of steel. “To do so would be to kill my family, and I’d rather die.”
She growled, cranking up the baton and striking him again. White hot pain shot through him, and he crumpled in on himself as he let out a muted scream. He felt a hand around his neck, and braced himself for another shock-
“Nazla, stop,” a voice said, and despite the temporary reprieve, Keith shuddered.
Lotor stepped into the chamber, and the torturer growled but stepped aside. “He’s not useful to us if he’s dead,” he continued, while running his fingers through Keith’s hair. “You’re dismissed for today.”
She bowed and left. “What do you want?” Keith spat, trying not to puke at the feeling of Lotor’s hands on his face.
“I think you know,” he purred, and Keith shuddered. Lotor grabbed Keith’s hair and moved him closer
CRACK!
Lotor staggered back, blood dripping out of his nose from Keith’s headbutt. “You bastard!” He snarled, smacking Keith across the face. His face stung, but being smacked was better than being electrocuted.
Lotor grabbed Keith’s face, and blood splattered onto the floor as he thrashed to try to escape. The metal bit into his wrists as Lotor pressed a deep kiss onto Keith.
Keith squeezed his eyes shut, trying to lean back as far as he could away from him. He tensed up, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Lotor pulled back, then stood up, walking back to the doorway. “I have a meeting. But I’ll be back tonight for a special visit, Kogane.”
When the door shut, Keith promptly took the opportunity to puke his guts up and try to get rid of the awful feeling in his stomach. He knows what Lotor’s ‘special visits’ entail (nothing good), and while he appreciated the reprieve from being electrocuted, a ‘special visit’ was the last thing he wanted.
His face still stung, but it hurt less than the kiss that lingered on his lips. He was still bleeding out onto the floor, and the lack of blood was starting to make him light headed. He was too important for them to let him die, so the idea of letting himself close his eyes and possibly forget whatever’s gonna happen next was appealing.
But he did wish they would just let him die. The longer he’s alive, the greater the chance of him breaking and saying something that could doom his family. He can’t do that if he was dead.
His only regret was that he couldn’t find any leads on the Black Lion to pass onto the others.
He closed his eyes and leaned back, muttering something under his breath that he wouldn’t remember when he woke up and succumbing to the darkness.
“I’m sorry, Lance.”
Isolation
Notes: Warnings: Vague description of torture, implied/referenced rape/non-con, description of solitary confinement, description of a mental breakdown.
Drip, drip, drip.
Keith curled up, his back against the wall as he tried desperately to put pressure on his wounds and somehow make them better. The whip lashes in his back bled onto the floor, the cold sinking into his bones.
Drip, drip, drip.
They were trying to break him, to make him give them information. Keith refused to spill, which was why his back looks like five years of tic tac toe. He’d rather die than give up information that could kill his family.
Drip, drip, drip.
They weren’t just torturing him. Lotor was spending “quality time” with him, seemingly just for sick kicks. Keith could never escape the feeling of dirt underneath his skin, or the bite scar on his shoulder.
Drip, drip, drip.
He’s been here for three months now. He tries not to lose hope, but his chance to escape capture lowers by the day. In order to break him more, they’ve put him into solitary confinement for a week. He was pretty sure that he’s been there for only a few hours, but it felt like an eternity already.
Drip, drip, drip.
He was thinking too much. Memories, dark ones, were tugging on the edges of his mind. He kept thinking about escaping, or time, or what happened to him, or what happened to his family. The only thing that was keeping him relatively sane was the water dripping from the ceiling.
Drip, drip, drip.
Drip, drip, drip.
Drip, drip, drip.
Keith curled up, his back against the wall as he tried desperately to put pressure on his wounds and somehow make them better. The whip lashes in his back bled onto the floor, the cold sinking into his bones.
Drip, drip, drip.
They were trying to break him, to make him give them information. Keith refused to spill, which was why his back looks like five years of tic tac toe. He’d rather die than give up information that could kill his family.
Drip, drip, drip.
They weren’t just torturing him. Lotor was spending “quality time” with him, seemingly just for sick kicks. Keith could never escape the feeling of dirt underneath his skin, or the bite scar on his shoulder.
Drip, drip, drip.
He’s been here for three months now. He tries not to lose hope, but his chance to escape capture lowers by the day. In order to break him more, they’ve put him into solitary confinement for a week. He was pretty sure that he’s been there for only a few hours, but it felt like an eternity already.
Drip, drip, drip.
He was thinking too much. Memories, dark ones, were tugging on the edges of his mind. He kept thinking about escaping, or time, or what happened to him, or what happened to his family. The only thing that was keeping him relatively sane was the water dripping from the ceiling.
Drip, drip, drip.
Drip, drip, drip.
Stitches
Notes: VF rewrite verse again, while Keith's on the run. Warnings: dubious medical practices, graphic description of injuries
Keith shuddered, his back to the cold steel as he hid in the warehouse. His butt was firmly planted on the steel beam forty feet in the air, well hidden from anyone who would be looking.
Blood dripped down from his arm, from the fight he had earlier after escaping some mercenaries who recognized him. The gash was too deep to just wrap gauze over, so he’d need to put in stitches.
“Where are you, you son of a bitch?!” Keith froze at the voice, holding his breath as he heard footsteps underneath him. He let it out when the footsteps left the room, gritting his teeth and pulling out his thread.
I’m going to need to get this over with before they find me. He thread the needle, delicately tying the knot even with his shaking hands. Thank god adrenaline is a hell of a drug.
He slipped the needle into his skin, only feeling the odd sensation of his skin being pierced. Blood covered the thread as he worked, his movements mechanical yet shaky.
When he pulled the stitch together, the blood spurted, and Keith was only thankful that it was relatively quiet. Blood still covered his arm, and the stitch looked very ugly.
“I heard something in here!” Keith froze, as footsteps slowly passed underneath him. He could see the rays of the lights below, which were thankfully restrained to floor level. They stopped around the pool of blood directly below him, but continued to move around, no one thinking of looking up.
To be fair, it shouldn’t be possible for any normal human to be able to get up here. But I’m not normal, am I?
Shaking his head off those thoughts in order to focus on the blood covering his arm, he slowly and quietly pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol, using his cloak to wipe off the blood as best as he could. His heart pounded as he wiped the alcohol into the stitch, ignoring the burn in his arm as he wrapped gauze around it and pulled his sleeve up.
It was one twitch of his arm that doomed him.
CRACK!
His bottle of rubbing alcohol fell to the floor, shattering into pieces and making a very loud noise.
Seven beams of light aimed up at the ceiling, and Keith jumped, not allowing himself to stop as lasers filled the space behind him.
His heart pounded as he started running again, always running, never stopping. That’s his life now.
Always running.
Keith shuddered, his back to the cold steel as he hid in the warehouse. His butt was firmly planted on the steel beam forty feet in the air, well hidden from anyone who would be looking.
Blood dripped down from his arm, from the fight he had earlier after escaping some mercenaries who recognized him. The gash was too deep to just wrap gauze over, so he’d need to put in stitches.
“Where are you, you son of a bitch?!” Keith froze at the voice, holding his breath as he heard footsteps underneath him. He let it out when the footsteps left the room, gritting his teeth and pulling out his thread.
I’m going to need to get this over with before they find me. He thread the needle, delicately tying the knot even with his shaking hands. Thank god adrenaline is a hell of a drug.
He slipped the needle into his skin, only feeling the odd sensation of his skin being pierced. Blood covered the thread as he worked, his movements mechanical yet shaky.
When he pulled the stitch together, the blood spurted, and Keith was only thankful that it was relatively quiet. Blood still covered his arm, and the stitch looked very ugly.
“I heard something in here!” Keith froze, as footsteps slowly passed underneath him. He could see the rays of the lights below, which were thankfully restrained to floor level. They stopped around the pool of blood directly below him, but continued to move around, no one thinking of looking up.
To be fair, it shouldn’t be possible for any normal human to be able to get up here. But I’m not normal, am I?
Shaking his head off those thoughts in order to focus on the blood covering his arm, he slowly and quietly pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol, using his cloak to wipe off the blood as best as he could. His heart pounded as he wiped the alcohol into the stitch, ignoring the burn in his arm as he wrapped gauze around it and pulled his sleeve up.
It was one twitch of his arm that doomed him.
CRACK!
His bottle of rubbing alcohol fell to the floor, shattering into pieces and making a very loud noise.
Seven beams of light aimed up at the ceiling, and Keith jumped, not allowing himself to stop as lasers filled the space behind him.
His heart pounded as he started running again, always running, never stopping. That’s his life now.
Always running.
Gunpoint
Notes: A little rewrite on the Manset confrontation. Warnings: canon-typical depictions of violence, off-screen murder, graphic depictions of sketchy medical practices
Keith slipped through the streets, careful not to let anyone see him. A cloak covered his shoulders and head, covering his face in shadow. Even still, he needed to be careful.
He had a contact here, a fellow by the name of Manset. The meeting’s set on the Pheka Station, a hive of scumbags and fugitives. Perfect for a place for two criminals to meet without being seen by the Alliance.
He slipped into an alleyway, stepping carefully into the light across from Manset. The four armed alien was suspicious, but a lead was a lead, and it was at least worth checking out.
“Alright, we need to make this quick,” Keith said, letting his face show just enough so that Manset knew it was him. “Give me the location, and I’ll give you the rest of the money.”
“Well, there’s been a change in plans.” Keith was about to say something, before he heard footsteps and the quiet click of a gun, feeling the barrel pressing the back of his head.
Keith gritted his teeth, subtly reaching for the blaster strapped to his leg. “Manset, I paid you good money for that location-”
“Yes, well, unfortunately, some people are willing to pay more money for your location.” Manset gestured, and four more people stepped out of the shadows. “And drop the gun, you wouldn’t be able to move fast enough to use it.”
Keith sighed, raising his arms up, silently weighing his options. There’s one thing I can do, but that would break the seal holding back the Haggarium, and I would need to redo it afterwards. But it looks like there’s nothing else I can do.
“Alright,” Keith said, closing his eyes and getting the attention of Manset. “This is going to be your one chance. Drop the guns and give me the location, and I’ll let you live.”
Manset laughed. “You’re not in the position to make demands, Kogane. You’re coming with us, dead or alive.”
Keith huffed. “I warned you.” He opened his eyes, solid gold with a black slit pupil, and the last thing he remembered were startled shouting and black fur going up his arms before he lost himself to the lion.
When Keith woke up, he was in his shuttle, laying on his back. He groaned, rolling over as he registered a pain in his leg. Grazed leg, probably shot while I had gone full were-lion. He was covered in blood, mostly other people’s blood.
He pulled himself up, limping over to a mirror. His eyes were still gold, so he closed his eyes and opened them. When he did, they had turned back to normal. The bottom half of his face was covered in blood, as well as his hands and feet. And the Haggarium…
Shit. The seal he had placed was broken, the marking smaller than it should be. Because the rest of it is in my body.
He pulled off his right glove, taking out a knife and pressing it to his skin. He re-traced the sigil and muttered the incantation under his breath, sealing the Haggarium back into his hand.
He wrapped his arm in gauze mechanically, letting muscle memory kick in. He also wrapped his leg, so that he didn’t bleed out onto the shuttle. Not that he was in too much danger of that. The shuttle was already covered in other people’s blood anyways.
He leaned back onto the counter, looking at himself in the mirror again. He was trembling ever so slightly, as the adrenaline slowly wore off. Or it could be the fact that I killed who knows how many people- No, stop it.
Keith pulled off his suit and stepped into the shower, ignoring the trembling of his hands and the voice in the back of his head that whispered to him.
“Murderer.”
Keith slipped through the streets, careful not to let anyone see him. A cloak covered his shoulders and head, covering his face in shadow. Even still, he needed to be careful.
He had a contact here, a fellow by the name of Manset. The meeting’s set on the Pheka Station, a hive of scumbags and fugitives. Perfect for a place for two criminals to meet without being seen by the Alliance.
He slipped into an alleyway, stepping carefully into the light across from Manset. The four armed alien was suspicious, but a lead was a lead, and it was at least worth checking out.
“Alright, we need to make this quick,” Keith said, letting his face show just enough so that Manset knew it was him. “Give me the location, and I’ll give you the rest of the money.”
“Well, there’s been a change in plans.” Keith was about to say something, before he heard footsteps and the quiet click of a gun, feeling the barrel pressing the back of his head.
Keith gritted his teeth, subtly reaching for the blaster strapped to his leg. “Manset, I paid you good money for that location-”
“Yes, well, unfortunately, some people are willing to pay more money for your location.” Manset gestured, and four more people stepped out of the shadows. “And drop the gun, you wouldn’t be able to move fast enough to use it.”
Keith sighed, raising his arms up, silently weighing his options. There’s one thing I can do, but that would break the seal holding back the Haggarium, and I would need to redo it afterwards. But it looks like there’s nothing else I can do.
“Alright,” Keith said, closing his eyes and getting the attention of Manset. “This is going to be your one chance. Drop the guns and give me the location, and I’ll let you live.”
Manset laughed. “You’re not in the position to make demands, Kogane. You’re coming with us, dead or alive.”
Keith huffed. “I warned you.” He opened his eyes, solid gold with a black slit pupil, and the last thing he remembered were startled shouting and black fur going up his arms before he lost himself to the lion.
When Keith woke up, he was in his shuttle, laying on his back. He groaned, rolling over as he registered a pain in his leg. Grazed leg, probably shot while I had gone full were-lion. He was covered in blood, mostly other people’s blood.
He pulled himself up, limping over to a mirror. His eyes were still gold, so he closed his eyes and opened them. When he did, they had turned back to normal. The bottom half of his face was covered in blood, as well as his hands and feet. And the Haggarium…
Shit. The seal he had placed was broken, the marking smaller than it should be. Because the rest of it is in my body.
He pulled off his right glove, taking out a knife and pressing it to his skin. He re-traced the sigil and muttered the incantation under his breath, sealing the Haggarium back into his hand.
He wrapped his arm in gauze mechanically, letting muscle memory kick in. He also wrapped his leg, so that he didn’t bleed out onto the shuttle. Not that he was in too much danger of that. The shuttle was already covered in other people’s blood anyways.
He leaned back onto the counter, looking at himself in the mirror again. He was trembling ever so slightly, as the adrenaline slowly wore off. Or it could be the fact that I killed who knows how many people- No, stop it.
Keith pulled off his suit and stepped into the shower, ignoring the trembling of his hands and the voice in the back of his head that whispered to him.
“Murderer.”
Unconscious
Notes: Still in the VF Rewrite verse, this time with an OC that's not specific to the rewrite, but makes more sense if you read the rewrite. Warnings: graphic description of injuries
Iris wheezed, her arms hooked under her father’s arms. She was dragging the unconscious body of her father across the bridge, and she just hoped she could make it in time.
The trail of blood following them on the bridge was not reassuring.
“つかまっている, パパ,” Iris started babbling, not registering the tears starting to run down her face. “滞在, お願いします, あなたが必要です!”
All she could hear was the whistling of the wind and the sounds of the fighting far away. Her wings beat to try to give her some more momentum as she struggled, her heart pounding in terror. It was only her, and her father, who was slowly bleeding out from the wound in his side.
Pain shot up her leg, and she yelped as she fell over, her ankle twisting. Her ankle throbbed in pain, her wings pinned underneath her weight, and her father was still bleeding out.
Iris shouted in frustration, pulling her father close and burying her face in his hair, letting the sobs out. She didn’t want to lose her father again, not after just getting him back.
She could hear footsteps approaching and just held him tighter, hoping that whoever it was was there to help them and not kill them.
Notes: The japanese translation, for those who need it: "Hold on, dad. Stay, please, we need you!"
Iris wheezed, her arms hooked under her father’s arms. She was dragging the unconscious body of her father across the bridge, and she just hoped she could make it in time.
The trail of blood following them on the bridge was not reassuring.
“つかまっている, パパ,” Iris started babbling, not registering the tears starting to run down her face. “滞在, お願いします, あなたが必要です!”
All she could hear was the whistling of the wind and the sounds of the fighting far away. Her wings beat to try to give her some more momentum as she struggled, her heart pounding in terror. It was only her, and her father, who was slowly bleeding out from the wound in his side.
Pain shot up her leg, and she yelped as she fell over, her ankle twisting. Her ankle throbbed in pain, her wings pinned underneath her weight, and her father was still bleeding out.
Iris shouted in frustration, pulling her father close and burying her face in his hair, letting the sobs out. She didn’t want to lose her father again, not after just getting him back.
She could hear footsteps approaching and just held him tighter, hoping that whoever it was was there to help them and not kill them.
Notes: The japanese translation, for those who need it: "Hold on, dad. Stay, please, we need you!"
Humilation
Notes: Yes, I realize this is out of order (of the prompt list). No, I don't care. Warnings: lotor is a dick, implied/reference non/con, gore
They were on one of Lotor’s ships, in orbit around Arus. The five of them had gotten captured by one of Haggar’s traps: they claimed to have captured the cadets and held them on board, but it was a lie. Now they were all in a holding cell, arms tied behind them and stripped of their weapons. The lions were back at the castle, as they got cocky and figured they could just sneak in.
Hunk was sitting next to Pidge and just staring, as Pidge tried to get his boots off for some reason. Lance was sitting near Keith, letting the other lean on him a little. Keith seemed a little out of it. Hopefully he wasn’t sick.
Allura snorted from the corner as Pidge failed to get his boot off again. “Why are you trying to get it off anyways?”
“I can’t get my hands out, but I can use lockpicks with my toes,” Pidge said.
“Isn’t one of your hands literally made of metal?”
“My fingers may be metal, but I can’t detach them to get my handcuffs off.”
The door opened, and Lotor entered. Everyone glared at him, and Hunk shuffled a little closer to everyone, out of habit.
“Welcome, Voltron Force,” Lotor swept his eyes over the room, a grin on his face.
“The fuck do you want now?” Allura snapped. “And where are the kids?!”
“Now, now, patience dears.” Lotor was seemingly unfazed by the anger in his direction, striding over to Keith. He grabbed his face, stroking his cheek gently, even as Keith froze up. “Oh, I missed this.”
“The fuck do you mean, you missed this?!” Lance snarled. “He was never yours!”
“Oh?” Lotor raised an eyebrow, looking back down at Keith in curiosity. “They don’t know, do they?”
“Don’t know what, exactly?” Hunk’s voice was low, and it shook with barely controlled anger.
Lotor grinned, even wider and more unsettling than before. “Do you ever wonder where your previous commander went when he disappeared for three years? Because I know the answer.”
Before anyone could say anything, he grabbed Keith’s hair, yanking Keith and grabbing his jacket so that the back of his neck was exposed. And there, tattooed in ink, was a Drule tattoo.
“He was in our custody for a few years, and during that time, I made good on a few promises.” Lotor’s grin turned from just insufferable to sinister. Allura started growling, and she could hear the others growling too. Keith remained deathly still. “He was a fantastic lay, and the struggle made it all the sweeter-”
SNAP!
Allura lunged, her arms covered in fur and her claws sharp. Lotor squealed, lunging away from the deadly lioness. He slipped out the cell door, but his scent was already in her mind. She lost herself to the lion, to the desire to kill everyone who hurt her brother.
Iris was crammed into the blue lion with the other cadets, her wings folded and her tail feathers pinned uncomfortably to make space for everyone. Ash was piloting the lion, and the others were squeezed in various spaces (CJ was on the ceiling somehow?).
They got the report that they’d apparently been captured when they got back to the castle from their ‘adventure’ (it was obviously a Drule trap but no… we’ll go investigate just in case… stupid Daniel). That’s also when they learned that the Force had gone to go rescue them, without taking any of the lions.
They were expecting resistance when they flew out to the Drule ship in orbit. There was… nothing.
“What’s going on?” Daniel muttered.
“I don’t know, but I’m hacking into the ship to open one of the hangar doors and there’s no resistance.” Vince looked up from his laptop, his glasses gleaming. “I’m not making any attempts to hide that I’m hacking in, so someone should be trying to stop me by now.”
It became apparent what was going on when the hangar door opened.
The most noticeable thing was the blood that covered everything. Various Drule body parts were strewn around, as well as gashes of claws deep into the metal. The door was busted down, something heavy and angry having busted through the door.
They stayed silent, wandering through the bloody and wrecked halls of the ship, just absorbing the destruction. Yet there was nothing on the ship that could’ve done this already, unless…
“Do you- Do you think-” Vince’s voice stammered, as everyone looked at him. “Do you think the Force did this?”
Everyone looked around. “I mean, they’re the only ones who could do this,” Ashlyn muttered.
“Everyone else is dead,” Larmina said, pointedly avoiding looking at the dead bodies. “They’re the only ones left alive on board.”
“They wouldn’t do this!” Iris shouted, making the others jump. “Something bad- really bad must’ve happened!”
“Well, let’s go ask them then,” Daniel said. “I’m sure they wouldn’t hurt us.”
They looked at each other, but no one had a better idea, so they went to go find the Voltron Force.
The cell was small and dim, with pieces of metal littering the ground. The knights were curled up on the ground in a giant group hug, with Keith in the center, and covered in blood and tears.
Yet what most stood out was the severed head of Lotor on the floor.
They were on one of Lotor’s ships, in orbit around Arus. The five of them had gotten captured by one of Haggar’s traps: they claimed to have captured the cadets and held them on board, but it was a lie. Now they were all in a holding cell, arms tied behind them and stripped of their weapons. The lions were back at the castle, as they got cocky and figured they could just sneak in.
Hunk was sitting next to Pidge and just staring, as Pidge tried to get his boots off for some reason. Lance was sitting near Keith, letting the other lean on him a little. Keith seemed a little out of it. Hopefully he wasn’t sick.
Allura snorted from the corner as Pidge failed to get his boot off again. “Why are you trying to get it off anyways?”
“I can’t get my hands out, but I can use lockpicks with my toes,” Pidge said.
“Isn’t one of your hands literally made of metal?”
“My fingers may be metal, but I can’t detach them to get my handcuffs off.”
The door opened, and Lotor entered. Everyone glared at him, and Hunk shuffled a little closer to everyone, out of habit.
“Welcome, Voltron Force,” Lotor swept his eyes over the room, a grin on his face.
“The fuck do you want now?” Allura snapped. “And where are the kids?!”
“Now, now, patience dears.” Lotor was seemingly unfazed by the anger in his direction, striding over to Keith. He grabbed his face, stroking his cheek gently, even as Keith froze up. “Oh, I missed this.”
“The fuck do you mean, you missed this?!” Lance snarled. “He was never yours!”
“Oh?” Lotor raised an eyebrow, looking back down at Keith in curiosity. “They don’t know, do they?”
“Don’t know what, exactly?” Hunk’s voice was low, and it shook with barely controlled anger.
Lotor grinned, even wider and more unsettling than before. “Do you ever wonder where your previous commander went when he disappeared for three years? Because I know the answer.”
Before anyone could say anything, he grabbed Keith’s hair, yanking Keith and grabbing his jacket so that the back of his neck was exposed. And there, tattooed in ink, was a Drule tattoo.
“He was in our custody for a few years, and during that time, I made good on a few promises.” Lotor’s grin turned from just insufferable to sinister. Allura started growling, and she could hear the others growling too. Keith remained deathly still. “He was a fantastic lay, and the struggle made it all the sweeter-”
SNAP!
Allura lunged, her arms covered in fur and her claws sharp. Lotor squealed, lunging away from the deadly lioness. He slipped out the cell door, but his scent was already in her mind. She lost herself to the lion, to the desire to kill everyone who hurt her brother.
Iris was crammed into the blue lion with the other cadets, her wings folded and her tail feathers pinned uncomfortably to make space for everyone. Ash was piloting the lion, and the others were squeezed in various spaces (CJ was on the ceiling somehow?).
They got the report that they’d apparently been captured when they got back to the castle from their ‘adventure’ (it was obviously a Drule trap but no… we’ll go investigate just in case… stupid Daniel). That’s also when they learned that the Force had gone to go rescue them, without taking any of the lions.
They were expecting resistance when they flew out to the Drule ship in orbit. There was… nothing.
“What’s going on?” Daniel muttered.
“I don’t know, but I’m hacking into the ship to open one of the hangar doors and there’s no resistance.” Vince looked up from his laptop, his glasses gleaming. “I’m not making any attempts to hide that I’m hacking in, so someone should be trying to stop me by now.”
It became apparent what was going on when the hangar door opened.
The most noticeable thing was the blood that covered everything. Various Drule body parts were strewn around, as well as gashes of claws deep into the metal. The door was busted down, something heavy and angry having busted through the door.
They stayed silent, wandering through the bloody and wrecked halls of the ship, just absorbing the destruction. Yet there was nothing on the ship that could’ve done this already, unless…
“Do you- Do you think-” Vince’s voice stammered, as everyone looked at him. “Do you think the Force did this?”
Everyone looked around. “I mean, they’re the only ones who could do this,” Ashlyn muttered.
“Everyone else is dead,” Larmina said, pointedly avoiding looking at the dead bodies. “They’re the only ones left alive on board.”
“They wouldn’t do this!” Iris shouted, making the others jump. “Something bad- really bad must’ve happened!”
“Well, let’s go ask them then,” Daniel said. “I’m sure they wouldn’t hurt us.”
They looked at each other, but no one had a better idea, so they went to go find the Voltron Force.
The cell was small and dim, with pieces of metal littering the ground. The knights were curled up on the ground in a giant group hug, with Keith in the center, and covered in blood and tears.
Yet what most stood out was the severed head of Lotor on the floor.