The ultimate mission to defeat Zarkon doesn't goes as planned and Keith is captured. Every Emperor needs an Empress and Keith meets all the marks required.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/6
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron)
Characters: Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Zarkon (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Sincline (Voltron), Ulaz (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Sendak (Voltron)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Slow Burn, Red String of Fate, Galra Keith (Voltron)
Summary:
In another universe where Keith was never able to make it to Earth, born in the Galra empire through a shady past involving the Blade of Marmora. Now named as Prince Sincline raised under the life of royalty is now met with a chance of fate. Freeing the Champion and soon being offered the opportunity to join the Paladins of Voltron. Sincline now finds himself attached to Shiro by the strings of fate.
Starting up a Sheith fic with more Royal Keith, this time as a Prince.
So… THERE’S A ZEITH FIC BASED ON S2 WHEN KEITH INVADING ZARKON’S SHIP!!!!!! AND I CAN NOT NOT TO DRAW!!!!
*cough*
Sorry lol Also, what if Shiro helped Keith to changed on the Blade of Marmora??? And… don’t you think is cute that Antok has a tail… it’s a tail, rite????
Keith/Zarkon
For my dudes on /co/, sorry it’s on tumblr of all things but until I get an ao3 account it’ll be here. Including more chapters! I’m better at writing nsfw than normal stuff, so this was a bit hard. Next chapter will be all nsfw.
NOW ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN
“Sire, this is a trap! The red lion’s paladin has been spotted on board!” Haggar shouted loud as she could while following her emperors orders continuing to use her wicked magic. “He’s heading to the central hub!”
“Gh-! Is that so? If that’s the case..” Lord Zarkon grinned to himself, finally gaining some sense back in his mind. All the attempts to connect to his former lion put a number on his self-control, he could still feel that hunger deep in his gut but knew there was a much easier way now. “I’m not letting this chance slip through my fingers,” Clenching his fists “Haggar, you make sure that traitor, Thace, is killed now!”
“Yes, of course. What about you?” She gave a quick nod to the fellow druids by her side to go on ahead to make sure things go accordingly.
“I’m going to capture that boy myself.”
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“This is the central hub for the Galra fleet.” Antok directed Keith on forward down the continued hallway with a huge door at the end.
“I see it.” Gritting his teeth rushing forward, he couldn’t help but feel that anxiety crawling through his mind. This entire mission relied onto him now, everyone’s hard work and efforts would be lost if he is unable to do this. Grasping his hand tighter onto the basic Galra gun, finally reaching to the doorway to see the deep red room shine.
“Kolivan, I’m in. Now what?”
“Now y-“
“Now you surrender!” That deep booming voice of Zarkon’s echoed through the room, before Keith could even turn around to even look the emperors hands grasped onto the simple gun, crushing it just by pure force of his grip. “Let’s get rid of that useless thing first.” That gave Keith just enough time to let go and back dash out of danger, taking out his new sword, the former dagger of his past.
“What’s going on!?”
“Zarkon’s here!” Keith quickly tossing the blade to his opposite hand so it could counter Zarkon’s own sword easier. With that done, the paladin prepared for the heavy impact of their attacks countering. There was hardly any space in this room despite how huge it was, the flooring was so thin compared to how huge Zarkon towered over the half Galra. He had to fight close combat.
“What?! Keith, get out of there n-!” Shiro began to order with a sense of fear in his voice only for Zarkon to grab his entire palm down onto the helmet, yanking it off while his other hand forced Keith to counter the slash unable to stop the other motion.
“No interruptions.” That being said, the mighty Galra crushed the slick red helmet completely to a crumble, Keith’s eyes lit up at hearing the last of Shiro’s words buzz away. Quickly then kicking Keith back so that his whole body smashed against the nearby metal walling, causing Keith to let out a gasp in agony while colliding.
“Ghh..!” Keith groaned out, trying to quickly get his footing back and stand strong against the cause of all of this. Gripping onto the sword best as he could. Looking down at the boy with his new weapon made a little grin cross Zarkon’s face.
“So tell me boy, have you figured it all out yet? Your true nature.” Quickly giving another slash, colliding with that rare metal blade. “Did my words from our fight before help?” Keith was able to get a slash at his armor, leaving a deep slice but not enough to hurt the flesh underneath.
‘You fight like a Galra soldier.’
His violet eyes couldn’t help but glance away in fear. That wasn’t what made him realize but it was the cause for his most recent anxieties. To think the entire time being hunted down by Zarkon’s fleet that it was his fault, that he could track his own kind or worse, imprinting on just him; it was something that dug deep into his skin. Even if that truly wasn’t how they were tracked, it did enough to his mind.
“Why fight against your emperor? Why fight against our cause?!”
“You’re no emperor of mine!” Keith shouted out trying to keep his voice from shaking, that temper of his sparked. “You’ve done nothing good for this galaxy or our kind!” Jumping up with a boost of his jetpack, he gave an attempt to stab at the emperor’s neck, doing the best he possibly could.
Yet it wasn’t enough. Zarkon decided to change things up and grab at Keith’s arms reaching up to attack, stopping him dead in his tracks. That strong grasp clenched around his thin arms held together, suit making crackling sounds from the pressure. Plucking the sword out of the weakened grip with his other hand, giving a gaze at the item owned by all of his traitors.
“Let go, now!” Keith roared paying no attention to Zarkon with his sword attempting to kick free, squirm, struggle or do anything to get him out of this situation of absolute horror.
“If you say so, my boy.” Zarkon then dropped the Marmora blade down the deep pit surrounding them, feeling quite smug when looking back to the red paladin just to see his reaction.
“NO!” Keith screamed out, expressing absolute anguish. That was all he had left of his family, all the pains and efforts he went through to learn the truth. To learn who he was and where he belonged. The echoing sound of it fumbling down the pit to who knows where. His heart sank knowing the worst part of all this. He failed everyone.
He failed Shiro, his dear fellow paladins, Allura, Coran, the entire Marmora rebellion and the whole galaxy. He was being held literally in the grasp of the enemy, unable to do any more. The entire plan failed, he wasn’t even able to hack the power or defeat Zarkon.
“This is what defeat feels like. Your plan is over.” Zarkon sighed out in relief, knowing full well that he was not defeated and has a new prize to prove it. “Now let’s get you settled in.”
“Lord Zarkon, Thace is no more.” Haggar announced as she walked down the path, eyeing up to her emperor as he held the paladin in his grasps. “Of course things went well with you, sire.”
Letting out another grunt and shout, Keith couldn’t get out. Hearing that made it all worse, if there was any chance of their victory before it was Thace surviving and doing his part. Perhaps he could have saved the Galra if he looked for him, could have hacked the central commands if he found Thace. Could have won.
“Prepare a jump. We need to prepare for my new plan.”
“But the Black Lion?”
“Mhh, let them go. They will have to come back now.” He gave a gaze upon Keith’s gentle panicking face and grabbing onto his soft chin forcing the paladin to look directly into his eyes. “Now, we will get what’s rightfully mine.”
Keith realized the reality he was in now, he was going to be bait. A damsel in distress.
“Right away, my lord.”
“Just so you don’t try anything,” Before Keith could respond, Zarkon gave a powerful slam by the side of his hand on Keith’s neck, instantly causing the paladin to pass out. “Good night, my boy.” His vision went black fast, a gasp was all he could get out before everything blacked out.
“Shhi...” Keith’s hazy violet eyes began to open, his body laying against the cold hard floor, barely able to get a word out. The blur of his vision began to focus once more only for him to realize where he was. Zarkon’s throne room. Trying to gain senses back into his muscles, he tried moving his legs only to feel the cuffs hold them together and soon the same with his hands. The cuffs making it so all his limbs were tightly in place. The best he could do was sort of get on his knees, not enough movement to escape.
He wasn’t in his paladin armor anymore either, nor the basic Galra prisoner rags he has seen before. This one was- Lewd! A skin tight short crop top much like his Marmora armor that emphasized his upper chest and only had two long purple veils that covered his lower body held by tight silver piece around his hips. His entire face flashed red from embarrassment of just how exposed he was now, laying on the throne room floor with guards at each corner. He couldn’t wrap his head around to why Zarkon would have dressed him like this.
Keith’s heart was racing at the flustering realization, he could hear his own heartbeat. It was quiet. Completely quiet. Turning his head quickly see that the glass ceiling showed a huge resource planet. No fleet ships, no lions. They were gone. They really warped away from the battle. Keith thought for sure Zarkon wouldn’t resist trying to attack with him trapped. Yet they were gone. Away from the entire battle. It was over, they lost. And now he was bait.
Bait.
‘Think about it, we will be delivering the universes only hope to the universes biggest enemy.’
‘Keith that’s cold, even for you. What if it was one of us?’
“What if it was me..?” Keith exhaled, remembering just how it went last time with this situation. There was a feeling he knew Allura wouldn’t want to go for the risk and bring the Lions to Zarkon, he recalled how mad she was before for their rescue. Would she honestly do it for him? He knew everyone would have tried to try saving him before but ever since the truth, they all seemed uncomfortable. A Galra piloting part of Voltron, when the last Galra who done that turned evil.
It didn’t help either there was no way they could form Voltron without him, unless Red actually allowed one of them to pilot her. Red has been super protective of him but that brings up a bigger question…
“Do they even need me then..? Why risk saving me when they can just have a new paladin?”
“That’s an excellent point.” The familiar voice once again surprised Keith, despite being unable to stand he gave a quick turn to watch the huge Galra walk in. Zarkon’s glowing purple gaze looked down upon the helpless paladin, “Would they just leave a Galra behind? It wouldn’t be too surprising.” He spoke with a familiarity, as if from experience.
Keith could feel that inner fear grabbing at his chest once more, his heart sinking and stomach turned, throat feeling tight just from these thoughts, only able to look down in shame.
…
“What the fuck is with this outfit?!” The reminder of just what he looked like while on the floor of his enemy was enough to snap him out of the haze. “Why didn’t you just throw me into a cell?” Keith huffed out, angry at just how overwhelming all of this was.
“Even I have taste, boy. You look far better in that than those disgusting rags.” He leaned down grabbing Keith by his wrists once more, with those cuffs pressing against his flesh and walked on down to the throne chair dragging the paladin. “You remember what happened with Princess Allura. If they do that again by crashing a lion into my throne room, it’ll already be mine.” He added, a loud thump sound echoed the huge room as he sat, dropping Keith directly onto his lap afterwards.
“Th- This is weird, what are you doing? Why?” Keith flustered out, his eyes wide and face turning a deep red. It only got worse once he felt those rough sharp fingers grasp under his chin again, as though he was examining his face. Stuck with his knees resting upon the arch enemy of the entire galaxy. This was crazy, his heart in a panic again at just what is going on. Sitting on Lord Zarkon’s lap after being kidnapped and held hostage by him, after failing literally everyone.
“I’m interested in you. Very much so. Especially this magic on you it appears.” Zarkon forced Keith’s head to turn to the right, checking his skin more. “Even if you are only half Galra, our genes are quite strong.”
“Fuc-“ That vision from the trial rushed back to his mind, his father and the invasion. “…My mother was a Galra. At least, that’s what I think. Have you ever sent a Galra to earth?” Every time he spoke asking a question, the back of his mind screamed at just the mere concept of talking to Zarkon casually.
“Never by my command, but as it turns out there’s an entire rebellion of our kind. So I have no answer for you.” Zarkon did ponder for a moment, just to be sure. He never knew about earth until Shiro escaped, it was one of the many planets next for him to conquer. Not even Lord Zarkon had an answer for Keith on who his mother was, leaving Keith in the dark once more for the answers. “Anyhow, Haggar can easily find a way to heal your skin.”
“There’s no way I’m letting you do anything to my body!” Keith dared to sneer out even with his chin held in Zarkon’s grasp.
“That is going to be the tamest thing I have in store for you.” Leaning his own face closer to Keith, not even an inch away. Keith could barely keep himself from trembling, as much as he hated the sensation of quivering in fear. To have no means of defending himself or standing strong against Zarkon,
“My friends will get me out of here before you can do anything!”
“I’m sure they are eager to save the paladin who failed everyone.” Zarkon chuckled, doing his best to make every word he says linger in Keith’s mind for long as possible. His other hand freely brushing down Keith’s exposed back, making sure the boy realizes just what will be in store for him. “Besides, by the time they arrive, you will already be all mine.”
The next thing Keith knew the Galra emperor leaned in closer to give a rough kiss onto his soft lips, the others rougher thick warm skin making sure he wouldn’t forget how it felt.
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