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    Lance has been held captive for almost half an earth year. After undergoing a series of Quintessence injections, Lance starts to feel different, more or less than human. Meanwhile Lotor's deviations grow more strange and possessive as time moves on.

    Based on a series of images by Lohkay.
    Work used with explicit permission from the artist.

    Edit: I reworked Chapter 1, hopefully Lotor feels a bit more in character and there are less typos. Thanks for all the kudos and comments, this is my first fic and it's a learning experience.

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    “This would be a pretty sweet place for an ambush, actually,” Lance says softly. Keith follows his eyes, squinting at the mass of dust that reaches almost to the walls, like a roiling, smoky ceiling.
    “We already scanned the place, and it’s a ghost town,” Keith says, slipping free of Lance’s grip and forging ahead. “Plus we’re nowhere near the base yet.”
    “Right,” Lance says, but he’s tapping his helmet and opening up communications anyway, following Keith at a distance. “Hey guys, anyone else feelin’ that warm and fuzzy ‘I’m being watched' feeling?”

    prompt: Lance jumps in and takes a bullet for Keith when they're separated from the group, and it seems like a fairly minor wound, but the bullet was poisoned, and now Keith has to get Lance back to the castle.

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    09 Jul 2026

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    "That's...a lot" REMASTERED

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    Keith says, “Truth.” for the first time since the night began, and it’s like they’re all struck by electricity and shock shoots across their faces as a result. It’s like they’ve come face to face with the famous two-headed Jiptunir, wiley and feral as Coran so likes to remind them in fascination during scary story nights.

    Dumbstruck and face unchanged, Pidge asks, “Who is your best friend on the ship?” Her voice begins incredulous, but she rushes to add, “Other than Shiro!”

    “Uh,” Keith thinks, and Lance feels a feeling crawl under his skin that feels like goosebumps or that weird feeling you get when you think someone’s talking about you across the room at a lunch table and you’re embarrassed in the most gut-churning way. Lance thinks, does Keith have any other friends than us and Shiro? Is this mean? Are we asking him to pit us against each other? Keith dissipates those thoughts as fast as they flash behind Lance’s eyelids, because he says something even more shocking than his Truth. Even more shocking than if they actually did meet the Jiptunir. Even more shocking than when they found out how Alteans cried. Keith says, “Uh, Lance probably.”

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    09 Jul 2026

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    There was no one better in the field. The Voltron Force was efficient and deadly, and they took no new recruits. They were hand-picked, and though they didn't always get along, they were family. Under the stress of a mission, the team counted each other as a way to calm down and focus. But Keith couldn't count, because counting meant he knew where everyone was, and right now all he had was a pair of bloody dog tags in place of his partner.

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    "You're really into him," Hunk mutters, and wow, Lance's face is on fire. Hunk is killing him.

    "Look, read into how you like, Freud, just make sure that if I die Keith knows I totally would've mowed his ass like grass. That way, I can laugh hysterically at his emotionally-constipated expression from the afterlife."

    Or: Lance is badly injured and has a few skeletons in his closet. Or maybe just the one.

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