#larkon

They had wanted to save Lance, that had been the mission, but that hadn’t panned out the way they had planned - not at all. When Keith had been captured, it had been a hard blow - not only could they not form Voltron without a Red paladin, but Red was obstinate and would not allow just anyone to pilot her - even if they could manage Coran in Blue, Red would not accept Allura. It would take time for that and time wasn’t something they had.

But when the Galra lion had showed up, roaring that unsettling shrill sound, they knew they were in trouble - even more so when the Galra lion managed to capture Shiro. But Shiro had a plan. He would allow himself to be captured to save not only Keith but Lance as well. He could do this. He knew Galra ships like the back of his hand, he would be able to find his teammates and he would break free with them.

Every thing would work out fine.

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The black paladin wasn’t resisting, he was simply letting him and Black be transported.

The Galra paladin wasn’t sure what the man had planned, but whatever. It didn’t matter. What mattered was Lord Zarkon would be pleased with him. He’d praise his Galra paladin.

A smile stretched against lips, excitement charting through his veins.

He couldn’t wait for his reward.

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The moment Shiro stepped out of Black, the hairs on his arm and back of his neck stood - the familiar sight of a Galra ship always did that to him, memories still so vivid that it made him want to hurl. But he pressed on, he had to - he had to find Keith and Lance, get them out of here. He didn’t want them to face the things he had to face while in Galra captivity.

He had expected to be thrown into a jail cell, he had expected he’d have to wait for a time he could break out.

But instead, he found himself watching the large Galra lion’s mouth open and its pilot stepping out. A large wire connected to his spine, connecting them to their lion. It released with a hiss, but the paladin appeared to be unaffected by it, instead they approached Shiro. Their helmet glinted - hiding their features. They moved fluidly and quick - taking hold of Shiro’s arms, binding them at the wrists. Shiro frowned at the paladin, at their height and frame. A strange prickle ran down his spine as he allowed himself to be lead by this short Galra. Well, shorter than most Galra he’d met.

A foreboding feeling filled him as he was lead to where Zarkon was, forced to his knees by Galra soldiers. He watched as the paladin damn near skipped to Zarkon, falling to his knees before the Galra Emperor.

“I have brought you the black paladin, and his lion, my lord emperor.”

That voice.

Shiro felt sweat accumulate and dry cold on his now pale face.

No…. No!

“You please me, my paladin.”

The paladin removed his helmet, brown hair - longer than what Shiro remembered, cascaded down. The Galra paladin preened as Zarkon gripped those strands - not hard, but commanding, bringing the paladin up into his lap. Shiro’s stomach bottomed out at the sight of Zarkon pulling Lance into his lap, the old blue paladin pliant and willing against him.

Zarkon turned him over, making him sit in his lap, but face toward Shiro. Shiro felt his eyes sting at the sight of Lance. A part of him was of course relieved to see him alive, but the sight of those glowing purple eyes - the sight of that crooked grin, those bruises… oh god, Lance… he could have saved him from this earlier, they could have fought harder to find him rather than just allow Allura to pilot the Blue lion.

Shiro yelled.

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How noisy, thought the Galra paladin, leaning into his lord emperor’s touch, watching the black paladin thrash against the soldiers.

The black paladin appeared to be very upset, it was kind of comical, really. Why fight? He was before the lord emperor - there was no need to fight. If he’d just give in, just listen - he’d find out just how rewarding it could be, just how gracious Lord Emperor Zarkon could be.

The Galra paladin moaned, grinning at the feel of blood welling on his shoulder where his Lord Emperor had bit into him, gracing him with his marks.

Just give in and let yourself fall, Black paladin.