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I just watched The Fall Guy and I want to make a Klance celebrity AU where one of them is a stunt double but I can't decide who should be the stunt double or if I should just make them other things so please choose a roll for Hunk

PLEASE AT LEAST TRY THIS. It could be such a fun passion project!!!!!

yall I’ve decided I want to do a redubbing of the ENTIRETY of voltron!!

This would obviously be a big project, so anyone who wants to be involved in script editing, placing audio, voice acting, etc. PLEASE reach out to me! Most importantly, I am LOOKING FOR VOICE ACTORS!! I imagine the male characters will be the hardest to find voices for, so lmk if you have the voice for that! doesn’t have to be exactly the same as the og as long as it fits the character, of course.

we would probably go episode-by-episode, my best way of communicating would be Instagram dms since I don’t have discord but we would also send emails/google drives of the files needed. Please dm me either here or on Instagram (same username) if you want to be involved!! Voice actors, I would appreciate a voice sample as well so I can properly cast you but we can wait until necessary. EVERYONE WILL GET CASTED!! I imagine we won’t get enough actors to fill each tiny role individually, so if you don’t get the role of paladin you’ll certainly be able to voice multiple side characters, so please stay on standby throughout the entire thing in case you get another opportunity to participate.

Thank you! I hope I get to work with a bunch of you :)

Season 1 Episode 6: Taking Flight

For some reason I chose to get approximately 1 second into this episode and thought ‘good enough’ and drew that screenshot. Sorry to Nyma, Rolo and Beezer you guys were cool but pouty Keith won.

Archer Lance

Everyone in the city was waiting for an update on Poison Frost (Villain Lance)

Hunk was really the only one who knew it was Lance but Pidge and Matt were catching on.

Hunk didn’t agree with Lance being a villain but was there to support Lance anyways. They were hanging out and Lance got a text.

“Gotta go Hunk!” Lance smiled grabbing his weapon.

Hunk chuckled, “Don’t kill yourself, Lance.”

Lance winked and shot a finger gun before jumping from his window turning Altean and dropping to the ground.

He pulled up a picture of he was sent of his target and scoffed when it was Lotor a very important person for some reason but a deadly Galra, of course, no one knew he was other than the people that worked for his and Lance chuckled as Lotor was in a car that was going through a parade celebrating, who knows what, the brats he pretended he cared about.

Lance got on top of a building and summoned a bow and arrow out of ice and aimed Lotor saw it a second too late and the shot went through his arm. Lance urgently summoned another arrow, aimed and shot Lotor again this time in the lower abdomen.

Lance groaned and aimed again shooting a person who was trying to block him from Lotor quickly in between the eyes.

Lance decided to take another fatal approach for one of his guards as he aimed and shot them in the neck and he fell dead Lance aimed before a person slammed open the door not intending to have Lance right beside it slamming him off the edge Lance shot the arrow right through Lotor’s head before falling off the railing but someone caught his hand. Lance felt blood drizzle down his face and muttered fuck.

“Keith?” Lance said forgetting he was in Poison Frost form.

Keith held him there ready to let go, “How do you know my name, you are Poison Frost.”

Sharpshooter smirked, “Gonna pull me up or what sweet-cheeks?”

Keith scoffed, “Sure if you attempt not to kill me.”

Lance put a hand over his heart, “A villain’s promise.”

Keith pulled Lance up who grunted.

Lance pressed where he hit his head, “Thanks I better go before they get me.”

Keith paused for a moment, “You can hide at mine while I patch you up.”

Lance nodded slightly caught off guard by not only hiding but helping a villain who could easily kill him, “Thanks.”

Keith led Lance into his apartment and sat down sending his bow into nothing but a couple of snowflakes.

Keith sat next to Lance, “Your white hairs all bloody.”

Lance shrugged and sighed, “Guess that’s what happens when you're under debt for a villain gang.”

Keith frowned and looked the other way seems to connect some dots, “Well I mean you just killed Narti And Lotor.”

Lance sighed letting the silence isolate him for a minute, “Yep..”

There was a buzz and it was Lance’s phone from Hunk, Keith shocked asked, ”You know Hunk?”

Lance hid his phone, “Yeah... I get around...”

Keith was quiet for a minute, “Who are you?”

Lance sighed before turning human and Keith’s eyes widened, “Lance-“

“Shush! Shush shush!”

Keith’s lips formed a line, “I can’t believe I lost a fight to Lance McClain.”

Lance raised a brow, “What now?”

Keith turned Galra.

Lance gasped, “Akira?”

They sat there for a moment not knowing what to do.

Lance was thinking, “Well I do like your Akira persona a lot and I also like Keith a lot.”

Keith looked at Lance, “Lance?”

Lance looked at Keith, “Yeah.”

Keith immediately shaking his head, “Nevermind.”

Lance bit his lip before blurting out knowing it was now or never, “I like you!”

Keith slowly turned red his head flicking over to Lance, “What?”

Lance closed his eyes and looked down, “I like you when I fought you that’s why I couldn’t kill you. I really like you as a person. That’s why I always butted heads with you, it was nice to know you never took anything I said to heart.”

Keith’s jaw slightly dropped thrilled, “Oh...”

Lance smiled, “Its okay if you don’t like me... I wouldn’t blame you,” he gestured to him wearing his Poison Frost uniform and bloodstains on his gloves

Keith gripped Lance's shoulders as he slammed his lips onto Lance’s and rather than pulling back Lance leaning in having it cut short by Keith pulling back slightly panting.

“Join me.”

Lance was shocked, “What I can’t!”

Keith held out a hand, “Screw our organizations... let’s make one of our own.”

Lance looked at Keith’s hand for a moment, “For Hero’s and Villains? To make the world interesting?”

Keith smiled when he took Lance’s hand, “For heroes And villains.”

- A month Later- 

Word got out of the group Voltron.

Shiro: Merciless Jinx - always up to the task, fights efficiently with his cursed arm and never holds back

Keith: The Blade - right hand (doesn’t want to lead), fights with blade gifted from his mother and hand to hand

Lance: Frost Bite - Leader, uses his power of manipulation of liquid to freeze his opponent, but can also fight hand to hand and with any weapon

Hunk: Thunder Damage - backup and covers for everyone while they deal with the big guns, tend to stay behind as he wants to participate but new to the environment. Fights with large blasters.

Pidge: Hi-Tech - Tech genius, normally is hacking or manipulating the base or information to delay or assist in battle, fights with a taser, also including a razor on the edge.

Coran- Rabid Red - assistant or manager of the group - fights from base

Allura- Prominent Princess - fighter and an Altean ally, she uses a laser whip, and is feared by leader Galra for killing her father Alfor.

Matt- Works part-time and mainly does rebellion work to assist team Voltron

They have a whole fan base, and the most trending couple right now is Blast (Blade and Frost)

Langst - a locked door

Just some langst one shot

Lance had been going without his antidepressants as he left them on earth.

Each day was worse than the last but of course

He’d never admit to such a thing

His mind was his enemy, no one did but if you looked close enough you’d see his eyes dull the smallest but every single day. His smiles became fake but they slowly faded along with his jokes and trying to flirt with people. They never picked up on his laughs as they were only there cause if he didn’t they would be loud unbearable sobs.

I mean hey the one time he cried it was a joke.

Yeah, a joke.

Lance would always say that to himself that he was a joke and people better than him were the easiest thing to find. He wasn’t important... he was irrelevant... invalid... unnecessary.

They had a team bonding exercises and it was no longer Pidge who had troubles opening up rather Lance.

The group shouted at him as he blurred it out he was very good at that. Just as Pidge did slammed it on the ground but ran off for the rest of the day.

No one followed

no one cared to ask

Nothing

Lance was fine with that he wasn’t surprised that no one cared maybe he should make it easy and kill himself. Take his Bayard and shot and/or stab himself or let a bot kill him.

Lance frowned thinking no in my room I don’t want to have the change someone finds me and puts me in a healing pod... they’d think it would be a waste of time...

Little did Lance know he was the support of the group to hold them up for support.

Also the defense, he protected them as much as he could from the outside world.

He agreed with the gods that yes this was a hell that managed to pick him. Him to be the one who suffers from anxiety, depression, and some things he can even begin to explain. He shuddered at the idea of having his medicine, he yearned for them. For him to feel it coarse through his body and make his feel numb. He’d rather be numb than sad he decided. Being numb made it easier to fake the happiness than the darkness from depression making a smile almost unbearable let alone a laugh.

The others were discussing with Kolivan and Keith when Keith finally asked, “Where’s Lance?”

Pidge fixed her glasses, “He stormed out during training today and haven’t seen him since.”

Kolivan must have felt Keith worries, “And you didn’t speak to him, you need him here if you want to go through with this plan.”

Allura fixed her crown, “That isn’t necessary.”

Hunk looked over wanting to interject but his own doubt has been consuming him as Lance hasn’t been around long enough for Hunk to be comforted.

Pidge and Shiro’s stress has been taking a toll on them as Lance hasn’t been around to reassure them and make sure they know everything will be alright.

Matt’s loneliness even though he had Katie took over as he felt slightly at a loss for no apparent reason and hasn’t been able to hear from Lance about how it’s okay not to have a reason and the feeling is normal and it’ll all be okay.

Allura’s homesickness was no longer an issue as she had Lotor to cling too and the team slightly found her statement rude but none had the strength to do so.

Coran was worried for the boy but as he was for the longest bit Allura’s guardian he never went against her word.

Keith was terrified of Lance, he’s seen Lances vulnerable side but that wasn’t even a bit of it, Lance inside was a number 5 hurricane maybe even 6.

But in the end, it didn’t matter Lance wasn’t checked on.

Kolivan sighed, “Very well.”

Keith wanted to flick Allura off or go for herself when he looked at Hunk who was looking at Keith.

Lance was in his room putting through his plan and didn’t know so he shrugged and pulled out his Bayard.

He thought everything will be fine Allura has blue Keith could take red Shiro would have black Hunk would have yellow and Pidge would have green.

Nothing was wrong.

Nothing was ever wrong.

-SELF HARM & SUICIDE MENTIONS BELOW-

Lance sharply inhaled as he threw it at the wall and then went to the bathroom.

Lance violently threw things around as he started the water turning the cold on high and plugged it. Lance threw stuff around shoving all of his beauty routine supplies in the trash and destroyed everything letting his eyes land on a box. He swallowed at the lump in his through the familiar shiny sharp pieces of metal, some with blood crusted on the edges. He never told anyone as he slyly paid for them and hid them in his pocket. Lance rather set those aside and felt into his pocket and smiled as an inviting sting jolted up his arm when his thumb pressed onto the blade the outer layer of skin completely cut through.

He pressed forward slightly screaming as it hit the bone.

He huffed as it was pained and heard drips of blood fall from his jacket pocket.

Lance ripped out the blade hitting his teeth scared they may break.

The others thought they heard a scream but dismissed it as if they were just paranoid.

Lance was thankful but little did he know the others were discussing whether they should check on him or not.

Lance looked at the bath for a good couple of minutes, “This is it... it’ll soon be over.”

The mice had a bad feeling and hurried off to Hunk or Pidge or Matt people that could try and listen.

Lance without taking off any clothing slowly sank into the tub not taking notice it was seconds from overflowing but nothing was plugged in and no cords were near the ground so no shocking would take place.

Lance didn’t cry he looked happy as he took the blade with a shaky hand. He couldn’t feel his face as he was numb but he picked up on drips of water that fell and knew wasn’t from the water being brought into the tub and pressed a hand to his face and couldn’t pick up any feeling.

He pulled up his sleeves and slowly pressed down and closed his eyes and slammed it down into his wrists causing them to bleed like crazy Lance let out a scream that was dismissed again but the mice moved quicker with that.

Kolivan and Keith we’re heading to the castle for further discussion on the grand meeting.

They arrived when the mice reached the team and went to Pidge and she dismissed them until they got to Hunk and Matt.

Hunk always felt Lance was hiding something and nodded Matt along with Hunk bolted for Lance room passing Keith and Kolivan in their way. Keith and Kolivan exchanged a look that was extremely unsettling by the speed of the two that passed.

Lance stuck his other arm and screamed and ripped it out continuing until he felt the corners of his vision grow blurry and black and faded. He felt his body sink into the ice-cold water and the air rush out of his lungs but never really needed to go back in.

Light red water covered the floor running out of the bathroom now through Lance’s room under the crack of his door into the hallway.

Hunk screamed, “Lance open the door right now!”

Matt banged on the door as more water flowed out, “Lance! Come on this isn’t funny!”

The two sounded desperate Pidge scurried over to the door hacking it open as she had her laptop. The bottom of Lance’s floor was covered in 2 inches of water with a pink tint to it. It reeked and little did they know what laid in the bathroom would be the cause of it.

Pidge screamed in horror when she spotted Lance.

Hunk pulled Lance’s head from under the water and didn’t catch a pulse and started to perform CPR.

Matt ran down the halls Pidge screaming to get a pod ready and Matt screaming for the help of the others.

Hunk got Lance’s pulse but Lance never coughed as he never took in water his nose had been poking out of the water but was severely bleeding out. The sight of Lance’s arms and wrists made Hunk wince and gag.

The other feet were thumping through the halls and Hunk was running a pretty much dead Lance in his arms. A tiny strip of blood dripping from Lance’s arms constantly leaving a pretty much-filled line of blood. Keith now ahead of Hunk he willed his body to move faster. And it stopped when he saw Hunk turn the corner and ran right in front of Keith heading to the pods and the line of blood that followed Hunk made the others freeze but Matt kept running as his body went into overdrive.

Hunk was wheezing as he ran his orange headband flying behind him as he ran. The others never have seen him move faster. Pidge was waiting, “It’s ready! Get him in here now!”

They never had the time to change him he was in soaked clothing everything slightly pink now and his sleeves completely stained red.

It kept dripping and when Hunk shoved Lance in Lance’s body floated motionlessly.

Hunk sank to the ground in loud sobs and the others stood there motionless as well.

Thoughts raced through their heads;

Why didn’t Lance tell us?

We’re the worst team ever.

Why would Lance do that?

It’s all my fault.

How could we not have noticed?

Why did I yell at him?

Why didn’t I ask him if he was okay?

Why didn’t I care?

The thoughts swirled through their heads relentlessly.

Yet that’s funny as they’ll know how Lance’s mind was, but so much worse it was basically all the natural disasters in the world put together. Letting Lance take a spiraling path that no one cared to intercept.

A beautifully horrifying mess that destroyed Lance as if he were a domino forced to crash along with everything else collapsing leading to him.

Lance’s bleeding continued as his blood was dripping through his clothes slowing down sad thing is, is it wasn’t because he was healing his body couldn’t put forth the energy. His pulse is slow but slowly speeding up again.

A week passed and no one has left except Kolivan, Keith stayed and left the BOM. Lance was his teammate and so much more and Keith became Lance’s stability and Lance was him but Keith left probably ruining the bond they created. Yet he will try his best.

They had no idea how’d Lance would feel when he got out... but they all knew Lance would never be the same.

His cuts so deep they healed but the skin never reattach and he was thin. Way too thin. His eyes had dark bags underneath them and he was still floating.

The pod opened everyone’s hearts in their throat. Lance opened his eyes and they were full no source of happiness in his features whatsoever and blinked slowly inhumanly and breathed shallowly. He stood up tugging away from anyone who touched him pissed he was alive, pissed his suicide attempt failed maybe he should have stabbed himself in the chest that would have been easier. Lance tugged away from Hunk snapping knowing Hunk was probably the one who saved him.

His words shook them all.

“I didn’t want your help! I don’t want to be here! I want to be dead! This is insanity... this is fucking great! I support you I was there for all of you! Whenever you were moody or sad or upset I comfort you guys... I made sure you were okay!”

Lance coughed and then continued, “Now... I want you all to know... This is who I am. This is your annoying too loud too flirty lover-boy goofball Lance!” Lance spoke with so much hatred for himself.

“I don’t want to hear it all your lies, cause god knows none of you cared! And some of you shock me to this very moment. I tried and tried and tried and I tried some more, but when all your stuck up asses are to busy thinking of what you want I cared I listened!”

Lance sobbed sinking to the ground and they all know now Lance is never coming back. This is the broken mess they created. Oh god. They caused that.

Slowly they all felt tears fall, they all held Lance, no one spoke, he didn’t fight back, no one spoke. The void was filled with warm hugs and shaky breaths, silent sobs, and a screaming voice inside.

What now?

Hunk is probably the first person I've seen excited over being a leg

Tbh I bet he wasnt just excited he was like hyped af

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59077405/chapters/164835976

Final chapter of Arc 1! We did it! It was so fun writing this and it's now my longest posted fanfiction! I'm looking forward to Act 2 already because we're dropping that slice of life tag like it's a potato straight out of the oven!

So, I've mentioned before that I found I really like writing Hunk's POV. But this chapter was NOT supposed to be in his POV and I am so mad at myself for it.

I like how this chapter turned out. It’s great. I like how he comes in as an outsider and has to watch this all go down and how his anxieties stand out compared to the teens who don’t immediately go to worst-case-scenario.

But I’m MAD because I realized during my final edit of the chapter that it was supposed to be written from Shiro’s point of view.

Not only did I miss a chance to write from my favorite character’s POV but now he only got 1 chapter in act 1 and his next is chapter SEVEN in Act 2! That’s SEVENTEEN chapters between his POV chapters!

I have no one to blame but myself. I have everything so meticulously planned up to the end of Act 3 and yet I somehow missed this. The chapter turned out great so I don’t regret it so much as I’m baffled how I missed that so completely and sad that I don’t get to write from Shiro’s POV for so long. Ah well. So it goes!

Hope you enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59077405/chapters/163224979

Links are still acting weird, but here's the new chapter of The Stars in Retrograde!

This chapter FOUGHT ME SO HARD. By FAR the hardest chapter to finish of Act 1. I wrote this one in stops and starts, most of it while I was at work on various sticky notes, which made me mix them all up and they didn’t connect well and I originally wrote all the dialogue action as them talking over their meal so I had to go back and rewrite all of it to feature the puzzle instead. And then the pacing was bad. And then something was wrong but I couldn’t figure out what until my friend read it over and mentioned that it felt more like a Lance chapter than a Hunk chapter and man it just was not turning out the way I wanted it to. I was so displeased with it that for a while even thinking about trying to fix it overwhelmed me.

But I did it. IT’S DONE. I’m decently happy with it. There’s probably more tweaks I could do, but I’m ready to just be done with it and it’s in a place now that I’m not embarrassed to share it. Hunk has one more chapter from his perspective in Act 1 and I’m already halfway through writing Hunk’s Act 2 chapter and let me tell you those two I’m much more pleased with. The only thing is, uh, Hunk’s troubles in this chapter are nothing compared to what I put him through later :)

Man, it feels like I've written WAY more than I have, but that's probably because I spend so much time editing before posting. Still, Act 1 alone is turning out to be the longest fic I've ever written!

What day is it? What year is it?

I apparently have no clue because I missed posting last Friday! Goodness gracious, my apologies. Things will be back on schedule next week with chapter 11.

In the meantime, enjoy Pidge and Hunk interacting! I really wanted this chapter to feature Pidge, Hunk, and Lance interacting because they are all just so fun and feed each other's chaos, but I just couldn't come up with a situation where all three of them would get together naturally. There's a few ways I could force the three of them into a room together, but this chapter is supposed to focus on Pidge and Hunk's relationship anyway, so I'm not mad it turned out like this.

Also, I don't know if anyone's noticed, but I struggle SO MUCH coming up with chapter names and tend to dislike what I end up with. If you've got tips on how to chose chapter titles I'd love to hear them!

So, part of planning out this fic was deciding how many scenes there were going to be and who was going to be in each one. I decided pretty early that I wanted to prioritize character interaction over plot devices, for a few reasons: mainly because at this point, everyone is already familiar with the plot, so I didn't want to just re-write scenes with different names.

What this led to is a pretty detailed excel spreadsheet of each scene because I want to showcase EVERY possible character combo (in pairs).

Because of this, I have more or less forced myself to focus on characters I wouldn't normally seek to write and found I actually love writing them.

I'm talking about Hunk. I love writing Hunk. He's precious and anxiety-riddled and Id find myself easily slipping into his narrative.

This chapter is ESPECIALLY fun because it's Keith POV and I have a lot of fun figuring out how to portray Keith "a cat-alien with non-human traits that are starting to become more prominent" Kogane in a way where you can tell something's weird about him but people are more willing to write it off than investigate it at this time.

So the two of them together in this scene were very fun to write. Even if Keith fought me A LOT for this particular scene. But, if the writing comes across as awkward at all, Keith is very off-balance here so I chose to think it just improves the POV voice ;)

New chapter of The Stars in Retrograde!

Are you ready for some Langst? :D

I can't explain in words how much I LOVE this 😍

My 1st time drawing Allura! I only drew 4 separate poses before I got one that looked alright. She's definitely the type that wants to look pretty while kicking your ass lol 6 cards done, 1 to go!

talalalala tiki

It’s January 13th! That means it’s Hunk’s birthday!! To celebrate, here’s a look at three versions of our favorite sunshine boy <3 

I like to think that Shiro is an over enthusiastic and supportive parent for all of his lil gay children 

The Slave

Chapter 2: Arrival        It took a few hours before they finally reached Shiro’s home. Lance had seen some fancy houses in his lifetime but this place definitely took the cake. Surrounded by beautifully colored, exotic plants and built atop a cliff that bordered the ocean, Shiro’s home stood out from the dense foliage due to its magnificent white marbled outer walls. At three stories tall, the house was both aesthetically pleasing and architecturally impressive; large open archways surrounding the front porch and wide rounded windows, flanking a set of hand carved double doors, revealed a lavishly decorated sitting room, and for a moment, Lance was at a loss for words. He hadn’t seen the ocean since before his captivity. and he was excited to see a small pathway winding down the cliff that he assumed led to a private beach.        Shiro didn’t give him too much time to explore, however, and he pushed Lance forward, leading him into the house. Instantly the two were flanked by two maids, who took Shiro’s jacket and welcomed him home. One of them smiled curiously at Lance, but he could only grimace in return. Shiro shooed them both away, and began leading Lance towards a grand double staircase.

       As they climbed, Shiro asked the question that had been on his mind for a while, “How many master’s have you had in the past?” It didn’t really matter to him in the grand scheme of things, but he was curious as to how Lance had kept his sanity while being used by several alphas from what he presumed was a young age.

       Lance pursed his lips and didn’t answer. He wasn’t naive and he knew why his new master was asking. Alphas were always obsessed with the idea of being the first to tame an omega, and he was sure that Shiro was no different. He probably just wanted to know how many times Lance had been used by other alphas but he wasn’t about the reveal his past to a total stranger.        When Lance didn’t respond, the moment they reached the top of the stairs, Shiro whirled around and gripped Lance’s chin, tilting it upwards, “I asked you a question,” he said firmly. “How many masters have you had before me?” When Lance still refused to answer, Shiro’s anger spiked and he slapped the boy across the face before pulling him back up by the hair. Lance surprisingly didn’t yelp, instead. he glowered up at Shiro defiantly.

       “My plan was to allow you a few days to become acquainted to your new home but if you insist upon misbehaving, I will take you right now and believe me I will not be gentle.” The alpha growled menacingly. “I will ask you one more time, Lance, how many masters have you had before me?”

       The threat seemed to resonate with Lance, who finally answered, “Four, but though they did touch me, none of them got as far as to penetrate me. I was still underage so apparently they wanted to wait until I was at least eighteen,” he admitted begrudgingly through clenched teeth.     Seemingly satisfied with his answer, Shiro released the boy and gestured for him to follow. “You’re absolutely filthy and you reek of musk; I’m leaving you to take a bath and some clothes will be provided for you when you finish.”        Lance grimaced and rubbed his jaw angrily, his scalp stinging even after he was released. Though he wasn’t too pleased at his situation, he had always prefered to be well groomed. At the shop, he was often just rinsed off with a high pressured hose and scrubbed roughly with a sponge. As for his masters, they often didn’t allow him to bathe until his stench became unbearable. He didn’t know enough about Shiro, but he wasn’t sure when he would be allowed to bath again and he planned to take full advantage of his master’s generosity while he could.        Shiro led him down a long hallway filled with expensive art. The wall paneling was colored a deep purple with a gorgeous hand carved dark trim at the base. Statuettes flanked each door and the floor was made of a sturdy mahogany. About halfway down the hall, Shiro stopped and steered Lance towards one of the solid oak doors. “Inside,” he ordered, placing his hand on the small of the omega’s back.

       Reaching out, Lance opened the door and stepped slowly into the lavish bathroom. He remembered staying in a five star hotel once with his last master and even that bathroom left much to be desired by comparison. An enormous whirlpool tub sat invitingly in the left corner underneath a six foot long window overlooking the ocean. Across from that was see through shower, large enough for five or six full grown alphas to stand comfortably side by side. Next to the toilet in the right corner was a lengthy countertop and overlooking that was an equal length golden mirror.        Feeling dazzled, Lance let out a soft whine causing Shiro to quirk an eyebrow and Lance to slap a hand over his mouth. It was the first omega like thing, Lance had done in his presence and it was too late to take it back now. “So you can make noises,” Shiro teased, turning away from the omega to start filling the tub.            “Shut up!” Lance mumbled, his face turning red. Shiro turned off the water and stood up to face him waving his hand dismissively in response to the omega’s embarrassment.

       “Strip,” he ordered, gesturing to Lance’s tattered shorts. When the the slave remained still, Shiro sighed, “Remember, Lance, my threat still stands.”Gritting his teeth for a moment, Lance suddenly sighed in defeat. Despite his attitude, he was nowhere near as brave as he was letting off. Sure, he was used to punishment and could hold back the tears after being slapped, but the idea of being violently raped by an alpha scared him. He’d seen far too many omegas who had suffered that fate and it was extremely rare that they came back from that, sanity intact. Plus, as an omega, it would be extremely likely that he would get pregnant and have his child taken away. For an omega, that was a fate worse than death.        His face flushing with embarrassment, Lance hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and slowly slid them down his waist, dropping them to the floor and kicking them to the side before covering his lower half with his hands. Shiro tutted, “Remove your hands,” he ordered firmly.        Lance snapped his head up, glowering at the alpha but did as he was told. Shiro drank in the sight - Lance was gorgeous. He was tall and slightly muscular with broad shoulders, and a thin waist; rare for an omega. His cock was average lengthed and nestled in a bed of soft curly dark hair between this thick sun kissed thighs. Lance shivered under the alpha’s unwavering stare and shuffled nervously in place. “Can I get into the tub now?” he asked self consciously, face flushed with humiliation.        Shiro let out a hum of approval and finally looked away, much to Lance’s relief. “Very well. Take your time to clean up and I will return with some clothes. I think you’re a size medium, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find something.” Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a small silver bell which jingled slightly at the movement, “If you are finished before I return, ring this bell and the maids will lead you into your new room. As I stated before, if you behave, i will give you a few days to settle in but after that…” his hand reached up to brush Lance’s hair out of his face, “you are mine.” Before Lance could snap back, Shiro exited the room, leaving Lance alone and angry.            Exhaling, the omega shook his head in frustration before sliding into the tub, his body relaxing in the warm water. He hated this, he hated having to obey the orders of yet another perverted older man, he hated feeling so weak and vulnerable, but most of all, he hated having to pretend to be brave. Standing naked and exposed in front of an alpha, it was all he could do to stop himself from trembling and collapsing at his master’s feet in a drool heap. His master’s scent alone was enough to prove how in control he was and most omegas would probably fall to their knees, slick dripping down their thighs, in the presence of such a man. Shaking that thought from his head he sunk further into the water, enjoying the feel of warmth his skin.        About a half hour later, Lance stood naked in the bathroom, dripping water over the soft bathroom mats. Shiro hadn’t yet returned and Lance had taken full advantage of all the products at his disposal. His hair was now fluffy and soft and his skin felt silky smooth. Feeling slightly more relaxed, he smiled and rung the small bell that had been left for him. Within moments, one of the maids from earlier strolled in, carrying a soft fluffy towel.        Lance took it gratefully and mumbled out a quick thanks, wrapping the towel around his waist. The maid nodded in response and led Lance from the bathroom further down the hallway. “This will be your room. The master will be back soon to bring you some clothes, in the meantime, make yourself comfortable and I will bring you some lunch.” He nodded and she opened the door and left him to get settled.        Lance glanced around the room. It was small but comfortable, with a large four poster bed, a small desk shoved in the corner and a completely stocked bookshelf along the back wall. With a content sigh, he dried himself off and climbed onto the bed burying himself under the thick, warm blankets.        He didn’t know when exactly he fell asleep but in what felt like no time at all, he was shaken awake by Shiro. Resisting the urge to lash out, Lance sat up rubbing his eyes blearily. The older man placed a small pile of clothes on the edge of the bed and sat down next to him. “Get dressed, the maid is almost done preparing lunch,” he said, leaning forward to brush Lance’s hair behind his ear. The omega stiffened at the alpha’s touch, but before he could protest, Shiro stood up, leaving him to get dressed in privacy.      This was all so confusing. None of his other masters had waited this long to touch him; and though he knew the alpha said he would give him a couple days, he couldn’t help but feel irritated. He bought me for a reason right, why doesn’t he hurry up and…fuck there I go again. Why am I like this? I know I’m an omega but i’m not just a fucking hole! He thought angrily.        He felt frustrated with himself. Ever since he was fourteen, he found himself struggling constantly with his own nature, and now that he was of age, the urge to be bred was always nagging at the back of his mind. He was already used to be being touched, and he hated the fact that his body often craved the physical intimacy.        Growling in frustration, Lance shook his head and began to dress himself. No. I refuse to give in. The other masters couldn’t break me and this one will be no different, he thought with a huff. I will leave this place eventually; I’ll find a way to escape…somehow. And with that comforting thought. Lance sat complacently at the desk, awaiting his lunch. Previous Ao3 Link

Hidden Desire

Chapter 2 ——- Later that afternoon ——-

    The door hissed open and Shiro walked in, taking in the sight. Training bots littered the floor around Lance, who was trapped between the wall and his own cracked shield. The last three bots ran forwards, each firing their guns towards the blue paladin. As the shield splintered, there was a loud clatter as Lance hit the ground, bayard spinning away from him across the sleek, metallic floor. “End training sequence,” he wheezed, clutching his abdomen and rolling to lay on his back, panting heavily.

       Impressed, Shiro walked over and crouched down next to Lance.  “You’ve really improved,” he commented with a smile.

       Lance didn’t immediately reply, instead opting to turn his head away from the older paladin. When he did speak, it was only after he managed to slide a fake smile over his face. “I guess,” he panted, sitting up. “But I’m still not as good as you or Keith.”

       Frowning, Shiro stood up and offered his hand to Lance, “Hey…can we talk?” he asked apprehensively, brow furrowing.

       Lance accepted his hand and hoisted himself up. “Sure, what’s on your mind?” Lance replied, wandering over to the bench. Sitting down, he picked up his towel, draping it over his neck,  and snatched up his water bottle, taking a gulp before turning his attention back to Shiro.

       Tentatively sitting next to him, Shiro turned to face Lance, looking troubled. “Did I - did I do something wrong?” he asked.

       Lance lowered his water bottle in surprise, “What?…why would you think that?” he replied, feeling annoyed with himself. He had tried so hard to act normal, but it seemed like the others were starting to catch on.

       “Well, there’s several things,” Shiro began slowly. “Ever since I’ve returned to Voltron, you’ve been avoiding everyone.” Lance opened his mouth to interrupt, but the older man held up a finger to silence him. “You’re always excusing yourself to get away from us, and when you can’t find a reason to leave, you put on that stupid fake smile thinking no one will notice. Keith already told me that you weren’t like this before I returned. In fact, he said that you guys were closer than ever. I mean, I know that since Keith and I got together, we really haven’t had time to spend with you, so is that it, or is it just me?”

       Tensing up, Lance attempted to explain away his recent behavior, but it was all to much. Even as a child, bottling up his emotions usually led to him breaking down. Tears began to sting the corners of his eyes and he sat up, desperately looking for an exit. “I’m fine,” he choked wiping his eyes.

       Shiro hadn’t know what to expect from this talk; he had, of course, hoped that Lance would open up to him, but he thought that Lance might try to change the subject, or even lie. However tears were not on that list and he immediately tensed up. “Hey, wait Lance I didn’t mean to-” he trailed off lamely.        Shaking his head, Lance walked towards the door, “I need to shower,” he choked out, leaving a very confused Shiro to contemplate what just happened.

—— That night ——

    Night had once again fallen over the castle ship. In his room, Lance lay motionless on his back, left arm draped over his face. He had been crying off and on for the last few hours, and as a result, his eyes were red and puffy. With a sigh, Lance sat up, running his fingers through his hair. He supposed he should have expected this. As much as he wanted to be able to hold everything in like Keith, he just wasn’t that type of guy. Perhaps that was why Keith liked Shiro so much. Their black paladin really was amazing; he was strong, and stoic and it was hard not to feel safe around him. In fact, when they first met, Lance had fallen pretty hard.

       Lance buried his face into his pillow and sighed. It’s not as though that crush ever really went away, but from the very beginning, Lance was hyper aware that he was nowhere near good enough for Shiro. Come to think of it, he really wasn’t good enough for Keith either. Keith was loyal and cool and Shiro was calm and intelligent and they just seemed to be the perfect match. Then there was Lance, a skinny little nobody who wasn’t even really good enough to be in Voltron in the first place

       Just as Lance let out another sigh, there was a soft knock on the door. Nearly jumping out of his skin, Lance looked at the earth clock on table next to his bed; 1:00am. Who the fuck is knocking at this time at night? Lance thought incredulously. When he didn’t immediately get up to answer, Lance heard Keith’s muffled voice through the metalic doors, “Lance, I know you’re awake, I can hear you sighing from down the hall.”

       Lance’s heart leapt into his throat and he scrambled out of bed, opening the door and there was Keith. Clad in black plaid pajamas,the red paladin stood in front of him, lips pursed and arms crossed. “Keith,” Lance breathed, face heating up, “What are you-?”

       Keith held up a hand to interrupt, “What the hell is your deal, Mclain?” Keith asked irately.

       “I don’t know what you-?” before Lance could finish, Keith stepped inside the room, pushing Lance hard onto his bed, looking angry.

       “I don’t know if you hate me and Shiro, and at this point, I just don’t care, but your mood is affecting everyone and you need to-” Keith began hotly, his hands clenched into to fists.        Tears welled up in Lance’s eyes and he finally blurted out what he had been hiding all this time, “I love you,” he whispered.

       Keith froze, shock written all over his face, “You lo-.”

       Lance continued, “I love you, Keith,  and not just you. I love you and Shiro so much that it hurts. Things were fine at first, I had given up on Shiro and I was hiding my feelings for you and it wasn’t supposed to go any farther than that. But then Shiro left and you changed! I tried to be there for you, tried to make you happy, tried not to let my feelings get in the way, but you were so angry!” His voice shook and tears began to fall freely. Now that he had started, he just couldn’t stop and the flood gates opened. “You snapped at me every time I opened my mouth and you lashed out at everyone and it hurt so much. I really didn’t realize how much I loved you until that moment and everything went to fucking shit!” he sobbed, sitting up on his knees to face Keith, who’s mouth fell open in shock. “And then Shiro came back and we were all overjoyed - me included - and that hasn’t changed, Keith. I’m so relieved that he’s back and that he’s safe and I’m so glad that you two are happy together because I love you both so much and that’s all I want for you both!” Keith opened his mouth again but Lance shook his head, voice growing louder, “Does it hurt that you guys never talk to me anymore? Yes! Does it hurt everytime I see you kiss? Yes! But you guys are happy and that’s what matters to me so I’m fine, Keith. I’m completely fine so get the hell out of my room!” Lance yelled getting up and shoving the red paladin back through the doors.

       Keith stumbled backwards and just gaped at him, completely at a loss for words, but before he could so much as blink, Lance choked back a sob, “Just…go back with Shiro, Keith.” And with that he shut the door, leaving the red paladin in complete and utter shock. Previous Ao3 Link

The Martyr

Chapter 6: Decorated        The cleanup had been humiliating. Hours after he had been left in that sorry state, another one of Lotor’s generals had entered the room. Tall and sleek, with an oddly colored pattern on her face, she wrinkled her nose in disgust as she approached the mortified paladin. “I’ve been asked to do a lot of things since I’ve worked for Lotor, but this might be one of the worst.”           Zethrid walked in after her, looking irritated “Stop complaining. Ezor, I’m the one who has to clean him up, your job is to spruce him up when I’m done.” She reached down and dragged Lance up by his hair, recoiling slightly when she saw his face.        Lance held on to her wrist, trying to keep on his feet. His throat hurt and his face stung from all the blows Lotor had inflicted upon him, but he would gladly deal with the pain if it meant he didn’t have to be seen like this. Noticing that Lance was on his feet, Zethrid shoved him forward, leading him out of the room and down the hallway, with Ezor following slowly behind, her arms clasped behind her head.        Keeping his head bowed, Lance didn’t immediately notice when they had entered a new room. It was only when he heard the footsteps come to a halt, that he looked up. He was standing in a beautiful, brightly lit bathroom. An enormous tub, the size of a small pond took up the entire back part of the room while the left wall was covered in gleaming counter space. On the right wall were several mounted shelves filled with all sorts of toiletries and products, and below that was a clean porcelain toilet, surround by even more counter space.           If Lance wasn’t in his current situation, he would have been itching to try this place out, but instead all he felt was fear. This was the first time he had been in this bathroom and so far, experience had told him that when Lotor was involved, new situations were never good. He stopped and looked hesitantly back at Zethrid and Ezor. “What are we doing here?” he asked, nervously shifting his weight between each leg.           Zethrid tsked, approaching the tub, “Lotor has ordered us to clean you up.” she replied as she turned the nozzle, allowing the tub to fill up. She grabbed a few bottles and placed three of them on the brim of the bathtub and opened the tops of the rest, placing a few drops of each into the heated water.            The moment it was full, Zethrid turned off the nozzle and shoved Lance forward, and he stumbled against the brim, falling to his knees. “Strip,” she ordered, and Lance felt his cheeks grow hot.           “Here…in front of you?” he asked gripping the edges of his ruined cloth. It had been hard enough to be forcibly stripped by Lotor, everything that had been done to him so far was degrading and uncomfortable, but it was all done by Lotor, another man, the idea that he was to strip down in front of two girls was much harder for him to stomach.        “Of course here, now stop asking questions, strip down and get in the bath. Or am I gonna have to force you?” Zethrid asked, balling her hands into fists, putting them up threateningly. Lance hesitated and then gripped the edges of the silk wrap, sliding it off of his waist and letting the soiled fabric fall to the floor. Cheek red, he covered his dick anxiously with his hands and slipped into the bathtub, crouching down in an effort to hide his length.        Despite the situation, Lance let out a soft moan and closed his eyes as his aching muscles began to relax. It had been ages since he was able to properly bath and after everything he had experience, it felt good. He didn’t have long to enjoy it however, as Zethrid suddenly crouched down beside him, grabbing one of the other bottles. He tensed and watched carefully as she squirted some soap into a sponge and began to lather it up, squeezing it between her fingers. For a moment, Lance thought she was going to hand it to him, but without warning, she reached forward, grabbing him by the upper arm.  He let out a yelp and he couldn’t help but flinch and pull away, causing her to tighten her grip and yank him back. Lance trembled in her grasp and Ezor, who had been watching from the corner, sighed and kneeled down beside Zethrid. “He’s kinda jumpy isn’t he? I thought he was the blue paladin.”        Zethrid, keeping a firm grip on Lance’s upper arm, began to scrub at his skin ignoring his protests, “For the past week and a half, he’s been Lotor’s plaything, how the hell would you be acting right now?”        Grimacing at the thought, Ezor stood up and nodded, “Alright, I get it. I’m gonna go get set up, Lotor wants him prepared for the video feed, so bring him in when you’re done.” Zethrid nodded and Ezor stood up and left the room as the other general began to scrub away the dried vomit and piss from Lance’s face and neck.        When he was finally washed, Lance was pulled out of the tub and dried off. He had to admit that it felt nice to be clean, but he was more anxious than ever before. ‘What the hell did that girl mean by prepared and what video feed?’ So many questions buzzed in his mind but he wasn’t given any time to voice them as Zethrid yanked off his towel and pulled him out into the hallway, leading him to yet another new room.        In a futile attempt to keep himself covered, Lancc walked slightly hunched, hands cupped around his member, but before he knew it, he was shoved into a much darker and smaller room. The floors and walls were black and an overhead light was shining brightly down upon a metal, salon style chair, adorned with thick leather straps, grafted in the direct center of the room. It was this that Ezor stood next to, fingers drumming over a covered tray.        Lance’s heart leapt into his throat and he tried desperately to wrench his arms out of Zethrid’s grip to no avail. “Get the hell off of me! What is this?” he spat, as the general shoved him into the chair.     Ezor sighed and began strapping the blue paladin in, “Zethrid, can you gag him or something. I honestly don’t want my eardrums blown out when I start piercing him.”     Fear and dread washed over Lance at the smaller general’s words, “p-piercing?” he repeated, gulping down the bile that threatened to bubble over. “I don’t know what you-” he froze and his eyes widened as Ezor lifted the top off the tray revealing an assortment or needles, next to which was a bowl of intricately designed jewelry. “N-no!” he stuttered, struggling beginning anew. “No please, I’ll do anything, I’ll…” he bit his lips, fresh tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. If Keith saw him begging like that, he would probably be disgusted. Zethrid suddenly began wrapping a harness, complete with a medical gag, around his face, shoving the metallic piece past his lips. Unable to close his mouth, drool began to pour down his chin and his eyes bulged in fear.        Though he couldn’t speak, the gag did little to stifle his sobs, and he watched in terror, legs shaking uncontrollably as Ezor picked up a pair of piercing forceps and approached him slowly. Picking up the first and smallest of the needles, she clamped the forceps onto his left earlobe before placing the needle in the direct center. Lance tried to pull away but Zethrid grabbed him by the hair holding him steady. His body jolted as Ezor pushed the needle through his skin and a layer of goosebumps broke out along his arms. Picking up a small golden ring adorned with tiny blue sapphires, Ezor pulled the needle through his ear and pushed in the gold ring clamping it into to place.        Lance squirmed in his seat as his earlobe began to grow hot. It didn’t hurt too bad, but the shock of being pierced without his consent was enough to send a fresh wave of tears pouring down his face. Ignoring the blue paladin’s obvious distress, Ezor picked up a matching stud and placed the needle an inch above the previous piercing. Working diligently, over the next twenty minutes, she slowly mapped out his ears. On the left; the golden ring, topped with two matching sapphire studs, half an inch apart. Around the the shell of his ear were four golden studded rings, ending in a point. On the right; a single sapphire stone was placed at the tip of his cartilage, connected to a golden chain which ended in a glittering dangly collection off golden ropes, ending with sapphire stars.        When it was over, Lance was relieved. The pain hadn’t been too bad and he looked expectantly up at the two generals expecting to be released. His hopes were quickly dashed when Ezor picked up another needle, and the color drained from his face when she clamped the forceps at the bridge of his nose. Letting out a soft whimper as a small trickle of drool began to drip from his open mouth once again, he braced himself for the what was to come. This time the pain was much sharper and his back arched slightly as she pierced the needle through his skin, sliding in a pointed tipped golden bar.         Please, he thought desperately, shutting his eyes tightly, let it be over. Just let this end. His eyes shot open as Ezor pushed the forceps through the medical gag, clamping it tightly around his tongue. “N-nnngh,” he shook his head in protest but once again, Ezor showed no signs of remorse as she placed a much thicker needle on his tongue, suddenly sinking it through the thick muscle. The pain was much more intense and he sobbed, tugging fruitlessly at his binds. She placed another similarly themed ring through the hole and released the clamps.         Lance’s pain didn’t end for another two hours. Working quickly, Ezor pierced snake bites through his lips, a golden sun through his septum, and four sapphire stars above each eyebrow. His nipples were pierced and connected by a golden chain which dangled down, leading to nothing in particular and his navel was pierced with another sapphire ball.        A small collection of bloody tissues and used needles sat in a large bowl and only one needle and one piercing remained. Lance was laying motionless in the chair, drool pouring openly from his mouth, his eyes fixed on nothing in particular. “We’re almost done,” Ezor exclaimed, and Lance turned his head to fix her with a watery stare. He swallowed thickly and nodded, feeling exhausted and eager for the pain to end. However, the moment the forceps clamped around the head of his cock, a fresh wave of panic set in and his bloodshot eyes widened in fear. A thicker, slightly more heavyset needle was placed through the hole and ignoring his whimpers, she shoved it through. The pain was excruciating and it tore a silent scream from his throat. Taking advantage of the paladin’s shock, Ezor pushed through another golden piercing, connecting it the the chain dangling from his nipples.        Ezor sighed and began to clean up the mess, and Zethrid removed the gag from Lance’s mouth and face. Chest heaving, and pain and heat blossoming in his reddened cock, Lance looked down, tears cascading down his cheeks and he sobbed in defeat. “Please…” he sobbed, “No more.” Previous Ao3 Link

The Slave

Chapter 1: The Shop      

        Takashi Shirogane was a man who enjoyed the finer things in life. As an alpha from a moderately wealthy family, he had always known that he was destined for greatness. He had achieved just that early on when his parents had passed away, leaving him in charge of the family business. At the age of seventeen, he took Shirogane Industries from a small family owned business to a multi-million dollar company with ties to several other countries and a hold on the stock market . His net worth was estimated to be anywhere between 20 to 30.3 billion dollars, and at eighteen, he was hailed as a natural businessman.         

        There was one area in which he was regrettably lacking, however, and that was relationships. His father had often told him that whatever omega he were to chose would have to be worthy of being his mate. Now in his early twenties, he was still single, and if he was being honest, he was starting to lose hope that he would ever be able to find one. That’s what had brought him here, to the sleazy little slave shop downtown.       

        He pursed his lips as he entered the building, taking in the musky smell of sex and distressed omega pheromones. Wrinkling his nose in distaste, he slowly glanced through the cages, examining each slave carefully. Most of them were beaten and beyond help. Having suffered through years of abuse, these second hand slaves no longer were capable of independence and would require around the clock care to even survive. A few mumbled dully to themselves and others just stared blankly off into space, none of these held his interest. The alpha had always been competitive and he enjoyed a challenge, so having a slave that still had some fight in them was ideal, that being said as he neared the back of the shop, disappointment welled inside of him. He had been wanting to come here for quite awhile, but from the looks of things, this place was a waste of his time.           

     Just as he was about to leave, his eyes fell upon a much younger slave. He was beautiful, with brown hair, sun kissed skin and long slender features. Maybe eighteen or nineteen at the most, he lay motionless on the floor of his cage, wearing nothing but a tattered pair of shorts. His eyes were closed and for a moment, he wondered if the slave was dead and he tapped experimentally on the bars to see if he would respond.               

        At the sound of tapping, the boy’s startling ocean blue eyes snapped open and he glared up at Shiro, baring his teeth defensively. Obviously still full of life, the young slave backed up against the bars and growled, keeping his eyes locked on Shiro.          

        Before the situation could progress any further, a large muscular man stepped out from the back, wiping his hands on a black apron that hung around his waist. Noticing Shiro, he strode over to him, “To what do I owe the pleasure of having Takashi Shirogane in my humble shop?” He asked in a deep voce, eyes flickering between him and the boy.     

       Shiro took a step back and narrowed his eyes, irritated that he had been recognized. “How much is this one here?” he asked, motioning to the still growling omega, “if possible I’d like to purchase him today, discreetly,” he said, adding emphasis to the last word.  

       The man laughed, turning his attention to the boy who hissed, pressing himself further in the corner. “I know the idea of a unbroken slave is ideal, but he’s been returned to me four times already. You might want to sleep on that decision. However, if you insist on buying him, he is quite expensive, you’ll want to keep him nice and stuffed, his energy level is quite high, and he is very aggressive for an omega. I will allow you to take him home today - for fifteen thousand dollars, that is.”    

       Shiro eyed the slave once more and nodded, “A trouble maker huh?” He laughed dismissively. “I’d like to purchase him right now. I’ll even throw in an extra five thousand, consider it a tip for your service…and your silence.” There was a hint of a threat in his tone and the shopkeeper picked up on it almost immediately and he nodded apprehensively.      

       “Of course sir,” he replied tentatively, “I’ll go grab his paperwork and a collar.”               

        Shiro nodded, watching the man leave the room. When he was sure that he was gone, he knelt down to address the boy. “Do you have a name?” he asked, eyes taking in the slave’s slender frame. Without warning, the boy lashed against the cage, growling ferociously, and reached between the bars in an attempt to wound his new master, who backed up just in time.                    Returning in time to catch the omega in action, the shopkeeper stomped over, drawing a blunt wooden instrument out of his belt. “Don’t you ever do that again!” he roared spraying the omega with spittle and thrusting the wood between the bars of the cage. The boy jumped and retreated further into the back, breathing heavily and glowering at both of them.         

       Offering Shiro a hand, the shopkeeper helped him up and returned the instrument to his belt. “Sorry about that. What set him off?”        

       Shiro looked back at the omega and rubbed his wrist, “I asked him if he had a name,” he replied, “I heard that most slaves are stripped of their names and kept so drugged up that they don’t remember them, and I wanted to see if he remembered his.”         

       The shopkeeper pursed his lips and shook his head, “His name is Lance, but he won’t answer to it. You can rename him yourself but I doubt it will do you any good. Not even a proper beating will get him to speak and at this point, I often wonder if he’s a mute.” He shook his head and faced Shiro, changing the subject, “now, as for the price, write me a check and I’ll hand him over.” The boy cautiously approached the bars of the cage, aware that he was in the process of being purchased again.         

       “Lance,” Shiro mused, pulling out his checkbook and hastily scribbling out the allotted price. He could tell by the way the omega was staring at him, that he could understood what they were were saying and though the omega had never spoken to the shopkeeper, something in his gut told him that Lance was just holding out on them.          

       Pocketing the check,  the shopkeeper approached the cage again, fitting the key into the lock. “Alright, he’s all yours.” Grabbing Lance’s arms, the man hooked a leather collar around his neck and pulled him out. The cage was rather small and it had been quite some time since he had been able to stand properly, so while leaving his prison was an exciting thought, Lance’s legs instantly screamed in protest and gave out underneath him. Before the shop keeper could make another move, Shiro strode forward and held the slave up under his arms, allowing him to get used to his newfound freedom.        

        “I’ll take it from here thanks.” Shiro said as Lance stretched out his legs in order to stand. The shopkeeper nodded and walked back towards the counter as Shiro led Lance out of the shop and away from his old life.         

       Standing in the blinking sunlight for the first time in ages, Lance wasn’t exactly sure what to do. He could try to run, but his legs were still rather stiff and he knew he wouldn’t make it very far. Lance was startled out of his thoughts when Shiro finally stopped in front of an expensive looking car.        

       Rearranging his grip around Lance, the alpha dug through his pockets and pulled out a set of keys which he used to unlock the car. He carefully placed Lance in the back seat, and closed the door, before walking around to the otherside of the car and settling himself into the front seat.      

       There was a few moments of silence before Shiro finally spoke, addressing the omega through the rearview mirror, “So, according to the man in the shop, your name is Lance.” When the omega remained silent, Shiro paused, abruptly starting up the car and pulling out of the shadowed driveway. “My name is Takashi Shirogane, I know this all must be a huge blur to you, and I understand that it will take some time for you to get used to me.” Shiro said, casually glancing back through the mirror. “But do try to behave, will you? It would be a shame to start off our new relationship with hostility.” When the slave didn’t answer, Shiro felt a wave of frustration wash over him. Though he started off almost every morning repeating the mantra, “patience yields focus,” to himself in the mirror, he wasn’t an extremely patient man, and one of his many flaws was that he was quick to anger.      

        “Will you not speak?” he asked gripping the steering wheel tightly, resisting the urge to yell.        

       There was another moment of silence before Lance finally opened his mouth, “I’ll speak when I feel like it, not because you order me to,” he said, voice cracking from lack of use.        

       Shiro was silent, he had to admit that he was surprised enough that the slave had even answered, so much so that he wasn’t immediately angry. “I see,” he responded after a few moments. “Well, I guess we’ll have to change that.”               

        Mulling over his new master’s words, the slave once again fell silent. He had no idea what was in store for him, but there was something that set this man apart from his previous owners. He was confident and well groomed and something in Lance’s gut told him that if he wasn’t careful, he might just end up like the rest of those nameless slaves back at the shop. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence as Lance tried to picture what fate had in store for him this time.

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The Martyr

                        Chapter Five                     The Hand That Feeds       

It was dark. Lance wasn’t sure how long he had been chained up, but judging by the painful pangs of hunger that contracted in his stomach every few minutes, it had to have at least been a couple of days. After his assault, Lotor had returned to his room only once, to dress Lance in a blue silk wrap that hung loosely around his waist. But since then, Lance had seen neither hide nor hair of him. It would have been a safe bet that he had been forgotten if not for the daily visits from Zethrid, who made sure he was at the very least cleaned and given water. He supposed he should at the very least be grateful for that. Yet, he just couldn’t relax. Lotor’s ominous words echoed in his mind, and he just couldn’t shake the feeling that Lotor’s cruelty was only just beginning.

       ‘Don’t fret young paladin, while it would be wonderful to see your belly huge and round with Galran brood, I have other plans for you.’ That’s what he’d said with that cruel and sickening smile on his face. And, it wasn’t just the words themselves, it was the way he said them - with such a sadistic inflection that it almost seemed like what he had planned was way beyond any cruel or inhuman thing that Lance could imagine. That being said, what could be worse than being experimented on so he could carry Galran children? He shook his head, not wanting to dwell on such thoughts any longer. It was bad enough that he had been fucked mercilessly without his consent, the idea that he as a man could carry children was just too much.

       Instead Lance’s thoughts turned once again to escape and his team. Best case scenario he would manage to escape and somehow find his team in the deep recesses of space without his helmet or armor. That, or his team would bust in, kick Galran ass and rescue him. I could even deal with Keith teasing me for being caught, he thought with a small smile. An image of Keith’s scowling face came to his mind and a pang of longing gripped his chest. I miss him…I miss all of them.

       After a few moments of silence, Lance shook that thought from his head as well. There was no use focusing on such thoughts. He experimentally tugged at the binds around his wrist and ankles. Damn, they were still incredibly sturdy; there was no way he was going to be able to break them. His eyes instead focused on the wooden post that the binds were attached to. Maybe, if  he could just - the door suddenly hissed open, startling him out of his thoughts, and to his surprise Lotor walked into the room, wheeling in a covered silver cart.

       Lance’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, “what the hell is that?” he snapped, glaring up at the prince.

       “Sharp tongued as ever I see,” Lotor replied dismissively, bringing the cart to a halt in front of Lance. “You would think after three days of solitary confinement with no food, we would have been able to scrape off that abrasive attitude of yours, but it appears you still have more of a lesson to learn. We’ll have to drill it into that head of yours before the end of the month or we may just have to postpone my plans,” he grinned, brushing Lance’s hair behind his ears.

       Lance recoiled at the prince’s touch and fear prickled in his chest, but he tried not to let it show. “You never answered my question, and what the hell kind of sick plans do you have for me, anyway? I already told you that I won’t betray my friends, so I don’t know why you’re even bothering with all of this.”

       Lotor chuckled in response to Lance’s bravado. “I will reveal my plans in due time, Blue. We have a few months before everything is prepared. In the meantime, let’s just enjoy the time we have together,” he purred, dragging a clawed hand underneath the silk wrap to caress Lance’s bare thigh. Lance flinched at the touch, acutely aware that his cock lay within reach, completely bare under the thin silk.

       Before Lance could voice his discomfort, Lotor removed his hand and returned his attention to the silver cart. Lance’s eyes followed Lotor’s movements suspiciously, watching intently as Lotor stood up, wheeled the cart over to the side of the bed where Lance was bound, and carefully lifted off the lid of the tray, setting it down on the bedside table.

       Craning his neck, Lance peered down at the tray. Inside a large, shallow, metallic plate was a yellowish brown substance, both grainy and soupy in texture. It smelled foul, and Lance only recognized it as food due to the spoon that was submerged into the disgusting slop. Lance wrinkled his nose in disgust. Lotor picked up the spoon and scooped up the thick mixture and brought it towards Lance’s mouth. “Eat, it wouldn’t do if you suddenly died before my plan was complete.”

       Lance recoiled in disgust, tilting his neck away from the spoon, gagging at the smell, “How about I don’t and say that I did?” he grimaced as Lotor followed Lance’s mouth with the spoon. Lance turned his head away once more, refusing to open his mouth.

       Lotor sighed and quickly untied Lance’s binds, ”I was hoping we could do this the easy way but it seems that I was wrong.” Relief flooded over Lance when Lotor placed the spoon back into the bowl, but it was short lived, as Lotor suddenly grabbed a fistful of his hair, dragging him into a sitting position and smacked him hard across the face. Stunned, Lance turned his head to face Lotor only to be smacked again, this time a little harder. Without warning, Lotor gripped Lance’s jaw, prying his mouth painfully open before grabbing the spoon once more and shoving it deep into Lance’s mouth, clattering it noisily against his teeth.

       The taste was revolting, almost like liquified medicine and he gagged as the bitter mixture hit his tongue, but before he had a chance to spit it up, Lotor slapped his hand hard against Lance’s throat, forcing him to swallow it down. Suddenly, he gripped his hair again slapping him hard across the face. “Are you going to behave Blue, or are all your meals going to be this difficult?” Lotor chuckled as Lance coughed and retched, trying to pull his hair out of the Galran’s iron grip.

        “S-stop I -” Lance wheezed, gripping Lotor’s wrist’s weakly before Lotor gripped his jaw and pushed another spoonful into his mouth, this time nearly shoving it down his throat. With the spoon still clamped between Lance’s teeth, the prince forced his mouth closed and once again, made him swallow the revolting blend by smacking his hand hard against his throat before letting go.

       That was it for Lance who retched and threw up all over his lap and chest, letting the spoon clatter to the floor. Lotor looking disgusted, gripped Lance’s jaw again, this time landing a curled first against his cheek causing flecks of vomit and saliva to spatter against the wall. Lance, still heaving,  let out a choked sob, his face starting to swell where Lotor had punched him. With tears threatening to spill over, he looked back at Lotor who suddenly grabbed his face and forced his mouth open, but instead of scooping up more of the blend, lotor gathered a large spoonful of Lance’s own vomit and forced the spoon into his mouth. Lance gagged and fought against Lotor’s grip his eyes bulging and drool dripping out of the corners of his mouth.

       “Disgusting,” Lotor sneered. “Absolutely disgusting. I go through the trouble of fixing you a nutritious meal and you not only refuse my hospitality but you vomit all over yourself like some sick animal.” He forced Lance to swallow and immediately scooped up some more, pushing it against Lance’s mouth who gagged and tried to shove the spoon away. “Please stop I’ll - mmf,” he pleaded, only to be cut off as Lotor suddenly pushed Lance’s face into his own lap, smearing vomit over his face and bangs. Lance panicked as vomit filled his nose and airwaves, cutting off his breath and as he began to thrash, Lotor finally let go, watching as Lance retched and sobbed, gasping for air.     The prince’s eyes quirked up as an idea suddenly hit him, “Oh dear Blue,” he cooed, “you’ve made such an awful mess of yourself. Do you want to be rinsed off?”

       Lance shook his head, hot angry tears pouring down his cheeks. He knew from the very beginning how evil the prince was, especially after their last meeting. But he had no idea how disgusting and sadistic the prince could be until that very moment and he was not eager to find out what, “rinsed off,” meant. “N-no,” he choked, his shoulders shaking.

    “Oh come now, I insist,” Lotor pressed, untying Lance’s legs and yanking him off the bed by his hair. Lance yelped and tried to tug himself free, but Lotor pushed Lance down onto his knees, forcing him to kneel in front of him. To Lance’s horror, Lotor began to unbutton his pants, pulling his cock free and aiming it towards Lance’s ruined face.

    “N-no, don’t -” Lance started, only to be cut off as Lotor began to urinate onto his face. Lance was humiliated and disgusted and his cheeks burned with shame as Lotor emptied himself onto Lance’s face, causing a mix of vomit, piss and drool to slide down his neck and chest. When he was finished, he threw Lance to the side, who landed against the wall in a crumpled heap and began to sob.

    Grinning at the sight, Lotor turned, tucking himself back into his pants and began to head toward the exit. “I know that may have seemed harsh, Blue, but I assure it was a necessary learning opportunity. Maybe next time you’ll learn not to insult the hand that feeds.” And with that he left, leaving Lance to his own shame and despair.  Previous Ao3 Link

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                                                      Chapter Four                                                             Used             Lance pulled desperately against his binds, pain blossoming in his already sore shoulders. He had to get out there, he just had to – the sound of footsteps, growing louder with each step echoed down the hallway, and panic rose in Lance’s throat when Lotor returned carrying a small, plastic bottle.     No- nononono- Please-  Lance thought desperately, squeezing his eyes shut. Gritting his teeth, tears leaked from the corner of his eyes, dripping down onto the pillows under his head.

       Ignoring the blue paladin’s tears, Lotor ripped the rest of Lance’s ruined suit and tossed it aside, leaving Lance spread eagle, naked and exposed. He then quickly popped the top off of the bottle and squirted a liberal amount of warm, sticky fluid between Lance’s cheeks, grinning lustfully. The prince freed himself from his pants once more, pulling them down around his thighs and began using the head of his cock to rub the lube around Lance’s tight hole.

       Lance’s eyes widened in fear, and he tensed up despite knowing he should relax to lessen the pain. Lotor chuckled and without a seconds thought, pushed the tip of his massive cock into Lance’s hole, marveling at its tightness. “Tell me, Blue,” he purred, sweat beading along his forehead, “how would you feel if I had the witch’s druids modify your body in order to bear offspring?” With a cruel laugh, he began to thrust, every bump and ridge rubbing against the paladin’s insides.        It hurt. Every muscle in Lance’s body tensed painfully and he opened his mouth in a silent scream. At the prince’s words, tears openly poured from Lance’s eyes and his teeth ground together in an attempt to muffle the sound of pain that threatened to rip from inside him. Yet, despite his effort, it tore free past his lips, hurting his throat in the process until it was red raw. Beads of blood knitted together around the massive intrusion, and every thrust coated Lotor’s length in blood. I-I’m gonna tear…. Lance thought desperately, trying to think of anything else but what Lotor was saying.

       Lotor shoved his knees underneath Lance, pushing his body upwards and straining the ropes in order to thrust in deeper. Noticing Lance’s distress and discomfort, he chuckled, “don’t fret young paladin, while it would be wonderful to see your belly huge and round with Galran brood, I have other plans for you.”

       Lance didn’t like the sound of that, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Pleasure was starting to spike in between waves of pain, and it was becoming easier for Lotor to snap his hips forward without resistance. Lance moaned raggedly as Lotor began to fuck into him. “Such a good boy,” Lotor praised, leaning down to whisper into Lance’s ear, “taking me like this, and on your first time no less. You must be built for this.”       Lance sobbed, shaking his head back and forth, but Lotor quickly stilled the blue paladin’s movements. Placing his clawed hand against the side of Lance’s face, he shoved his head into the pillow, grunting as his hips pistoned back and forth. “You can try to deny it all you want,” he growled, a cruel smile playing over his lips, “but I think I’ll enjoy using you for a bit longer.”

       The tip of Lotor’s cock suddenly ghosted over Lance’s prostate, and his eyes shot open as a moan tore from his already raw throat. “N-no,” he gasped, as realization flashed behind Lotor’s eyes.

       “There..?” the prince mused, slowly pulling his hips back before snapping them forward repeatedly, pressing once again against Lance’s vulnerable spot.

       Cock twitching violently, white hot pleasure coursed throughout Lance’s body and his thrashing began anew, desperately trying to escape that feeling. He wouldn’t…no.. he couldn’t allow Lotor to make him cum. He was a paladin of Voltron, a defender of the universe, “f - ngh-a-AH!” his body shuddered violently and his back arched stretching his binds to their limit, as ribbons of cum shot out from his untouched member, splattering against his own chest.

       Lotor chuckled once again, and began fucking Lance mercilessly through his orgasm, revelling at how each spasm had Lance clutching tightly around him. He quickly picked up the speed, feeling a familiar warmth and pressure building in the pit of his stomach. After a few more thrust, Lotor suddenly shuddered as well, releasing his load deep inside the blue paladin, pumping him full of cum.

       Lance choked down a sob, shame washing over him. He had failed, he had allowed Lotor’s filthy cock to defile him and worse, he had cum without even being touched. I’m disgusting. Previous Ao3 Link

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The Martyr

                                                         Chapter 2                                                        The Prisoner        Three days had passed since Lance had been unceremoniously dragged away from his first cell and relocated to a new one, and he was not enjoying the accommodations.         This new room was much colder than the last, and his body suit definitely wasn’t a replacement for a nice, warm sweater. On top of that, his shackles had been attached to a small ring on the wall, about four feet off the ground and making it impossible for him to sit down comfortably.        After three days of being strung up, his shoulders were feeling stiff and painful, and he had stopped struggling in order to free himself from unnecessary pain. That did not mean, however, that Lance was going to take this treatment on the chin. “RELEASE ME, YOU FUCKING LONG-HAIRED ASSWIPE! STOP IGNORING ME, I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!” He roared at the closed door.        Lance had been pretty sure he was about to experience some sort of heinous torture when he first arrived but so far, he had just been locked in the room, and the only time the doors had opened was when Zethrid or one of Lotor’s other general’s came in to feed him and give him water. He supposed he should be grateful that they were feeding him, but still, being ignored was not sitting well with him at all.        Just when Lance had shouted himself hoarse and was about to give up, the doors suddenly slid open with a metallic hiss revealing Lotor, an amused grin spread over his face.

       “My my, Blue, you are quite the noisy one aren’t you?”

       Lance’s eyes narrowed and he curled his lips up in a disgusted sneer, “I didn’t want you to forget I was here! Release me at once or -” he suddenly faltered, or what? What the hell could he do while he was chained up like this?        Lotor chuckled and seemed to guess what the blue paladin was thinking, “I am afraid I can’t do that, however - ” he broke off suddenly, his eyes seeming to almost shine in the dim light. Slowly, he approached Lance, looking down at his body with an almost hungry look in his eye. Reaching out, he slid his hand down Lance’s side, admiring how his suit accentuated his form, “If you really don’t want to be alone I suppose I could -”        Lance didn’t let Lotor finish his sentence; he wasn’t oblivious, and the way that Lotor was looking at him made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Without warning, he launched out as far as he could go, his head making contact with the prince’s with a sickening crunch.        Lotor stumbled backwards, swearing angrily and clutching his head. Pulling his hand away, he saw blood and growled. “ZETHRID!”        Lance glared at her as she tore into the room, blood trickling down his forehead; she surveyed the scene and approached Lotor, unable to hide the grin that was forming on her face.

       “Release him,” Lotor ordered, wiping the blood from his forehead, eyes narrowed in anger.

       “Yes, Sir,” she replied pulling the key from her hip and pushing it into the lock before standing back.

        Lance fell onto the ground, shoulders burning as he suddenly held out his hands to land. This was his chance! Lance prepared himself to roll forward and tackle Lotor, but before he could even move, fingers gripped Lance’s hair and dragged him to his feet. Lotor’s fist connected hard with his stomach, winding him. “Try that again and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk ever again, understand?” Lotor growled, twisting Lance’s face to look him in the eye, which turned out to be a mistake as Lance suddenly spat into it. Lotor froze, anger bubbling in his gut, and he brought his hand up as if to slap him. Lance flinched away, bracing himself, but when the blow never landed, he looked up. Lotor let go of him and he tutted loudly, “Oh Blue,” he sighed, wiping his face, “you really are a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?”        Before Lance could answer, Lotor turned to address his general. “Zethrid, take our guest to my chambers. It’s time he learned the true meaning of fear.”

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The Martyr

                                                       Chapter one                                                          Captured

       Lance awoke with a start, the first thing he noticed was the pain, he hurt everywhere. His body was littered with cuts and bruises and he could feel that the hair that was stuck to his head was matted with sticky dried blood. The blue paladin’s breath was coming out in short wheezy pants, and he realized the he probably had a broken rib.

        He didn’t want to move but he knew he needed to get a look at his surroundings and figure out what had happened. He made a move as if to sit up, and panic rose inside him when he realized that his hands were shackled tightly behind him. Brain kicking into high alert, Lance curled his knees upward and lifted his upper body off the floor, ignoring the sudden spike of pain, looking frantically around him. What he saw made his heart sink.

        He was in a cold, empty, metal room, lit dimly by purple lights, A low electrical hum filled the air and displayed on the wall was a familiar sharp, four pointed symbol. He all alone, chained helplessly on a galra ship, he had been captured.

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        Looking down at himself, Lance tried to piece together the events before his capture. They had gotten word from the Blade of Marmora that a distress signal had been sent from a ship somewhere in the Javeeno Star System. Knowing it was so close to where the Balmera and Shay were located, Hunk had immediately jumped at the chance, insisting they answer the call.

        Shiro however, was much more skeptical, though he agreed, only on the condition that they all go as a team, a decision that turned out to be good one, as the signal had turned out to be a trap. Before they had even gotten close, they had been intercepted by Lotor and his fleet. The last thing he remembered was a frenzied battle, a sudden flash of pain, and then nothing.

       He shook his aching head of the memory and glanced around, trying to think of a way to escape. He quickly noticed that his paladin armor, helmet and weapon had been confiscated and that he was wearing nothing but his skin tight body suit, a realization that made him feel uncomfortable and exposed. For comfort, his mind turned slowly to his team, he knew they would do everything in their power to find and rescue him, and that he would eventually be reunited with them, but with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, he realized that for the time being, he was on his own.

        Leaning his head against the cool metal wall to find some relief from his aching head, Lance couldn’t help but think, ‘Whats gonna happene to me?’ As if on cue, the metal door suddenly opened with a metallic hiss, revealing his captor. “Lotor!” Lance hissed out, fixing the young prince with an icy glare. “Ah,” the silver haired galaran replied, a malicious grin spread across his face, “I believe you meant to say, Prince Lotor.” Strolling into the room with an air of confidence, he approached the blue paladin, who shuffled backwards against the wall, growling angrily.

        “Oh come now, is that any way for a Paladin of Voltron to act?” Lotor admonished, in an almost playful tone of voice.

       “As if I need to be told off by some spoiled exiled Prince!” Lance spat back, lifting himself off the ground to stand up, straining to free his arms which were still shackled behind his back.

       Though his face remained impassive, Lotor felt a spike of anger at the blue paladin’s words and he stared at Lance for a few seconds, before snapping his fingers and whipping his head around to look through the open door. One of his generals, Lance believed she was called Zethrid, entered the room and, after a quick and quiet exchange between the two, Zethrid strode forward and grabbed Lance by his hair, earning her a strangled yelp, and began to drag the blue paladin out of the room.

       Lotor watched the exchange leaning against the wall, an unfathomable grin on his face. “Come Blue,” he chuckled, straightening up to follow them, “let us show you the VIP treatment,” and with those final words, he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

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