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beahina · 7 years

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I Am So Sorry I swear I will stop myself and these asks this is the last one (I can't write that well but have Many Ideas) but Lance who kind of loses his sanity after being captured/tortured and/or Dark!Lance

i AM SO FUCKIN SORRY I TOOK FOREVER FORGIVE ME

ugh anyway here’s the prompt and its ally bad bc i used it to write to get over my block sO SORRY YOU CAN REQUEST MORE IF U WANT

tw gaslighting tw abuse general tw bewarb

daym 980 words, almost 1,000 lol

It took a long time for the blue paladin to crack. It was a simple trip to the space mall, a wormhole jump went wrong, straight into the view of a full Galra fleet. Of course, it shouldn’t have been a problem, as the paladins of Voltron have fought fleets as big as the one they had encountered, with the help of Voltron. Unfortunately, Shiro was still missing, and the team dynamic as Keith in Black, Lance in Red, and Allura in Blue, was unable to form Voltron yet.

Lance remembered what happened that day, Hunk was pummeled by a huge crowd of ships, retreating back into the castle on Keith’s orders, while Pidge held the fleet back long enough for Hunk to fly into the Altean ship. Pidge then followed Hunk as her lion was also badly damaged. Coran readied the castle to open another wormhole, Allura clearing a path for Keith, Lance, and herself to the castle with Blue ice beam. With the new black and red paladin bickering about the chances if Shiro may be in the big ship, which the fleet was heavily defending.

“Keith, we can’t go and try to find Shiro right now, Hunk and Pidge are in bad condition, and Allura is already in, the wormhole is opening.” Lance scowled, waiting to ensure Keith flew the Black lion into the castle. “It would be suicide to go in with just the two of us?”

“Are you underestimating me? Do you not want to find Shiro? Is he even your friend?” Keith yelled angrily, fighting off the ships that surrounded the two. In the background, Allura was yelling for them to get inside the ship before it took off.

“Keith, this isn’t about your skill right now, it’s life and death for us!”

“And for Shiro, if you forgot about hi-” Everyone was screaming in their headsets, and the Black lion was kicked back, where the door to the castle was closing.

“Lance!” The two lions were being drawn in by different ships, Keith safely in the castle, Lance being pulled into the huge Galra ship. That was the last thing he heard before the red lion was lit up yellow, and Lance saw black, his face burning from the quintessence dripping through the cracks of his helmet.

Lance didn’t wake up for a few days, and when he did the torture immediately began.

Lotor came in, looking at the scarred boy, who scowled. “Oh, you’re finally awake.”

“How long was I out?” The boy kept his guard up, taking in Lotor’s appearance. Perhaps he wasn’t full Galra, as he had pupils and a more humanoid feature.

“Oh, a few years. It’s incredible really, how the quintessence might have altered your healing.” Lance frowned. That couldn’t be right? He looked around the room. It didn’t really look like any of the Galra halls or rooms he had been in before. There was a regular bed, and a window…? Lance walked over and stuck his head out. It was his old home, his old bedroom. He hadn’t recognized it right away as he’d been away for so long (years, apparently).

“How did you get to Earth?” There was no one outside on the beach outside his house, but everything seemed, well, regular. There was no destruction, anywhere in sight.

“The Galra won the war. The paladins of Voltron are all dead, except you. We took over earth, but kept its nature and buildings, but humans are eliminated.” I must be dreaming, Lance thought. Yes, that’s all it was. A dream. A nightmare, really.

The next year, went with Lotor letting him fly around the world and enjoy the commodities, free of people, with his company as a supposed friend. It was confusing. He was captured, doused in pure quintessence, and his friends and family were all killed. Lotor acted like this was fine, and Lance was beginning to think so. Every time Lance asked specifics about the war’s end, or how they got to Earth, he would start yelling at Lance, telling him he was just talking about things he didn’t know, how he wasn’t respecting Lotor’s boundaries. Lance began to avoid the topic in fear Lotor would go in meltdown mode to the boy. Life was going by slowly, and it didn’t seem real. Eating, felt weird, touches felt weird, except the hard slaps or cuts from Lotor during his meltdowns.

Lance soon figured out why everything felt fake. Because it was. He’d been gaslighted, and isolated. He awoke another year later, inside a room, hooked up to a life support to feed him and give him vitamins while in the simulation. It was something like the room Allura used to use to see Altea and her father. Everything was a lie, and he found out the war never ended, Earth was never taken over, his friends and family were hopefully alive.

“How COULD YOU?” Lance screamed, hands shaking with anger, his nails digging into his palm.

“You tricked me into thinking we were friends somehow, what do you want out of this?” The Galra had gotten the red lion, so why did they need Lance? Why’d they have Lotor abuse and gaslight him to the point he still didn't know if this was a dream, simulation, or reality? Why was he constantly told lies, broken over and over by Lotor? And the snake replied,

“Because I was bored.” Then, Lotor was dead, Lance standing over him with the IV stand, in his hands, the metal sleek with red. Lance was never the same, when he came back. He’d swear Lotor would follow him around, he couldn't use mirrors afraid to see his ghost through it, or see needles from true memory of waking up with the IVs everywhere, and when he eventually came home, he couldn't bear to go anywhere near his house.

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