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works/11409606.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Voltron:_Legendary_Defender
  Relationship:
      Keith/Lance_(Voltron), Allura/Shiro_(Voltron), Pidge_|_Katie_Holt/
      Original_Female_Character(s), Zarkon_and_Lance_have_this_weird
      relationship, Hunk/Shay_(Voltron)
  Character:
      Lance, Keith, Allura, Shiro, Hunk, Pidge, Coran, Zarkon, Lotor, Shay,
      everyone, Random_OC's_(Only_minor_though)
  Additional Tags:
      psychopaths, Dark_Lance_(Voltron), Korean_Keith_(Voltron), Female
      Pronouns_for_Pidge_|_Katie_Holt, Protective_Shiro_(Voltron), Space_Uncle
      Coran_(Voltron), Space_Mom_Allura_(Voltron), Protective_Keith_(Voltron),
      Action/Adventure, Dark, Drama_&_Romance, Lance_(Voltron)_is_a_Mess,
      Possessive_Keith_(Voltron), Yandere_Keith_(Voltron), But_like-_a_good
      yandere, Don't_forget_the_delusional_Lotor, Things_get_fucked
  Series:
      Part 1 of Wicked_Games
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-05 Chapters: 1/40 Words: 1631
****** Red Light District ******
by Insanity_Smiles
Summary
     Zarkon always had an unhealthy obsession with attachment. When
     somebody shows the slightest bit of care, he latches on, and never
     lets go. If you do manage to run, he will find you, and he will keep
     you until you can't even remember your own name. Hold you, touch you,
     tell you how much he loves you. You can never run, never leave.
     Even when you forget who he is.
     Some people want to keep dangerous things something of the past,
     where no one can get to it. And when every breath that person takes
     is a lie, it's hard to believe them when they shout and scream.
     A group of teenagers and adults thrust into something they have no
     part in, no fault in, can fuck anyone up. Lies and deceit, murder and
     sacrifice. No one is perfect, and everyone has their own bullshit to
     deal with, who has the time to understand others? And what happens
     when their own are apart of something much bigger then originally
     thought?
     But what happens when someone is so fucked up, that their decisions
     depend on the lives of trillions?
     Rated for: Unhealthy Relationships, Dark Themes, Pedophilia,
     Excessive Swearing, Extreme Content, Gore in detail, and graphic
     scenes. (Zarkon/Lance) (Lance/Keith) (Lance/Lotor)
I watched him, watched him grow up. He was such a cute baby, one that
immediately stole my heart. He had the softest hair, white as the purest
flower. His skin looked like the prettiest colour that I had ever seen, dark
brown that made his hair stand out. But what made him so unique to me, was
those eyes. Those beautiful, extraordinary eyes. While most had plain blue's,
his was so different, so new. The swirled with so much of that colour, light
and dark, sparkling in those special eyes. A ring of sapphire around those wide
pupils, with dots of every single shade I have ever seen. Not only was he the
loveliest thing, his personality made me want to keep him all to myself. Witty
and smart, quick and sharp. He would move how he wanted, and when he did, I
would feel things I haven't felt in so long. He would tease you, but show
respect. He was the perfect little one, the perfect being.
 
He was so perfect, no matter what happened. He was strong-willed, and strong-
minded. He didn't let anyone tell him no, and stood great to his own beliefs.
He respected those who deserved it, and protected those who needed it. He was
the single thing that made me smile, the only one who made my lips curve up
into a thing I haven't done since I was a babe. He stood by me when he had to
pick, choose me every single time. He was a young thing, old enough to be a son
to me. That never mattered, we didn't see each other in any relationship. He
trusted me with his life, and I, finally trusted someone with my own.
 
We would train together, everyday. I would teach him moves far from his own
grade, just to see that marvellous smile. Teach him everything I know, because
someday, I want to see him do the same to me. We had each other, we only needed
one another. We were perfect together, no one could break us apart.
 
Alas, many thought we had an relationship that was un-savory, one that I had
forced the little one into. Those peasants, those idoit's. They spat all those
lies at his gorgeous face, made those gorgeous eyes tear up. They set him apart
from their little groups, made fun of his skill. They made him curl up into a
little ball, forced him to keep quiet.
 
He came to me then, because we knew each other, we knew that we would always be
there for one another. He came to me with those salty tears streaming down his
face, those plump lips quivering as he hugged me so tightly. His little body
wrapped around my larger one, sobbing into my shoulder. Telling me how mean
those children were, how awful those teachers had been. He nestled his head in
between my shoulder and neck, and cried those tears. I felt something then. I
felt this un-tamed fury erupting from my chest. I felt all those taunts, all
those disgusted looks. How dare they? How dare they make my little one cry?
Something in me broke that day, and I will never forget it.
 
Years passed on by, and he was getting ready for his tenth Decapheeb. I
remember that he came to me, to our little place, and told me how nervous he
was. How much he didn't want to become the official prince, how much others
forced him into the ceremony. I felt so much rage and hatred for the royal
family, but never him. I rushed him into my arms, head only coming up to my
waist. His little arms grasping behind me, tears soaking my cloak. How could I
let him go? How could I let the awful kingdom corrupt him? He was so innocent,
shouldn't be forced to see them for the trouble and worthlessness they really
were.
 
I promised myself then, to become only his. His only, while he became mine. I
remember lifting his chin up, and told him so. He looked so shocked, so un-
prepared. But that's okay, because he nodded his head so furiously I thought he
would harm himself, but his expression was so adorable. We skipped that
coronation, and slept under the stars. Him snuggled in my arms, I singing a
little tune. Everything was ours, and ours only.
 
But... the closer he and I came, the more people began to hate. The king, he
looked so angry, so livid. Being a paladin, he was inclined to respect me, but
he told me so many times that if I wasn't, that I would be executed on the
spot. I only grinned, and pulled my little one with me. Oh, the princess. Older
to my one, she was so protective of him. She always tried to make him see how
bad I was, how awful I treated him. I was so proud of him then, when he smacked
away her 'comforting' hand, and snuggled up to my arm. The people of the court
staring at us, staring at the prince who raised a hand to his own sister. I
remember leaning down, and pecking him right on the forehead, right in front of
the King, the rest of the paladins, and every important figure. I'd felt so
much better after that, I didn't care what they thought, we didn't have
anything other then platonic love, something innocent. But he surprised me
then, by doing the exact same thing to me. Pulling my arm down, he jumped up
and planted one on my own forehead. I grinned at him, while he did the same.
 
All good things ended though, when the king leaped from his throne, and marched
over to us. He ripped him out of my arms, and ordered the guards to take me
down. Why did you do that, King? Why did you take my little one away from me? I
still had my armour on, I still had a weapon. If he wanted me dead, wanted me
away from the boy who was screaming for me, I will cut down every being that
stood in my way. Even if it was the King of Altea. I remember swiping left and
right, killing everything. Liquid on me, I didn't care. I only wanted my little
one, wanted him in my arms.
 
It went so quickly, so fast. I felt eyes of the paladins on my drenched form. I
felt the betrayal and disgust in those gazes. I didn't care, never would. All
that mattered was him, the little one who I loved so much. He pushed his own
father away, and ran to me. He jumped up, wrapping his legs around my waist,
arms around my neck. He snuggled closer to me, not caring for the liquid of the
dead the was splattered on me. I wrapped my own arms around him, and whispered
things of comfort.
 
They didn't like that though, didn't like how I held him, how he held me. The
King broke out of his state, and ordered the paladins to bring me down. I felt
my little one tense. I only whispered more words. I saw people I consider
family debate, hesitate. They looked at each other, then the prince, then me. I
knew what was going to happen. I knew what was about to happen. So, I lifted
his head up, and stared into those orbs that I could've gotten lost in. Those
wondrous things that made him seem so innocent. I closed my eyes, and set a
little kiss onto those eyes, kissing one by one. I had leaned back, and saw the
flush on those cheeks, and I had chuckled.
 
It was all a blur, all one big fight that possibly went on for ages. He was
ripped once more out of my hands by that annoying red one, and pushed out of my
sight. They took him away, and I would fight them all. Kill them all.
 
I was taken down, pinned to the floor with each paladin holding me. The king
ordered for my head, but my little one shouted and screamed. Begging them to
let me go, let me see another day. I had smiled at him weakly, and told him I
loved him with all my heart. Wrong move, I knew. The king looked so livid, but
broke into a sad little smile when he saw the prince sobbing the words back to
me. I felt my heart lurch, felt my body needing to go to my little one.
 
On that day, I was banished. Banished from Altea, and all the planets under
their protection. Banned from the prince, banned from holding him, never
allowed to see him again. So much anger and hate settled in me, so much
distaste for the Royal family who kept him away from me. It was a public thing,
showing the entire kingdom, that the man who was so close to the prince, would
be gone forever. He was so scared, yelling at his father to let me go. I yelled
as well, telling him I loved him so much, that we'll meet again. He cried,
those beautiful blue's welling up even more as he shouted the same to me.
 
I was pushed over the edge, thrown to my own.
 
As I fell, all I could think about was getting you back, holding you again.
Having to see those pretty eyes, hearing those witty words. I needed a plan,
and I needed an army.
 
My name is Zarkon, former Black Paladin to Voltron, and my main mission is to
get that little prince back into my arms.
 
Don't worry young Lance, we'll be together again.
 
Just like we promised. 
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