This is canon verse-ish in that it's not modern, but not an actual canon event. Short and vague, haha.

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No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.” | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

Contains: lady whump, implied noncon drugging, noncon touch, restraints, muzzle, a bit brainwash-y, open ending

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There’s a thick fog over everything - her vision, her thoughts, her memories. It goes on for an eternity. She can’t remember a time that she wasn’t trapped here, in this fog. It’s always been too cold. The voices have always floated around her. The rope on her wrists and ankles, stretching out her limbs, has always been there, she can tell by the way it settles into her skin like it belongs.

The hands…the hands have always been there, too. Any time that they’re gone passes in a blur that she’s unaware of until they return. The hands are one with the pain, they leave scars on her mind everywhere that they touch. 

“Bru-…Brun-…” She remembers him. Somewhere, beyond this existence, there was a light, and that was his name. “Bruno…please…” 

She knows he won’t answer. He hasn’t answered any other time, no matter how much she pleads. 

“Shh.” One of the voices comes closer, breath too hot as it brushes across her cheeks. “No more of that.” Fingers pry her chin downward, and cold metal presses against her tongue, leather straps cutting into her lips. She chokes on a sob, any words that her mind could conjure now trapped. “He doesn’t care about you, otherwise he would be here, wouldn’t he? You’re where you belong now.”

He should be here. She wants him to be here. She wants him to take her away from here, but there is nothing else but here. He doesn’t exist. There’s only cold and pain and hands and fog.

The voices want her to give into it all. Maybe they’re right. Maybe she should.

Black, Yellow, Blue, Green, Orange, Pink... Red

Part 13.

9/23/23 Check out the artwork by @probablyhuntersmom !

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Warnings: panic, referenced brainwashing, conditioned whumpee

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It’s unusual to see Keith by himself. If he’s out of his room, which isn’t super often, then Shiro is usually hovering somewhere nearby. And if not, then it’s Pidge, sitting an arm’s length away with her laptop or some doodad she’s tinkering with.

Today, though, Hunk walks into the kitchen to find just Keith, sitting on one of the stools with his back to the door. He’s hunched over with his arms wrapped around his middle, and he doesn’t appear to have noticed Hunk’s entrance. The Yellow Paladin almost makes some kind of quiet noise to announce himself, not wanting to startle the poor guy - which, believe him, is super easy these days - but he’s stopped by hoarse whispers coming from Keith himself.

Black, Yellow, Blue, Green, Orange, Pink

...Red

Part 4. As always, mind the warnings and let me know if you want to be tagged.

9/23/23 FINALLY added the amazing artwork that @probablyhuntersmom made for this fic! Check it out!

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Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: lots of blood, guns, gunshot wounds, torture, brainwashing, dehumanization

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Allura crawls to the wall and pulls herself up off the ground. Her stomach still hurts, badly, but at least it’s not crippling anymore. The sizable pool of blood in the middle of the hallway is probably most of the reason for the dizziness that she’s feeling right now.

But she can move, and therefore she must go see to the rest of her team. Pidge had said that Coran was down, which meant that Keith had gotten to him already, probably in the hangar, and the gunshot that she had heard just before he appeared had come from the direction of the living area. It could be Hunk, in the kitchen. She can’t just leave him there.

Black, Yellow, Blue, Green, Orange, Pink

...Red

Part 3. Please be mindful of the tags. This one gets a bit rough, please let me know based on the warnings if you need a synopsis or to know which part to skip.

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Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: captivity, torture, brainwashing, guns, gunshot wounds, mild gore, blood, death mention, dehumanization, forced suicide mention

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They start him off easy. “If you want the pain to end, press the button.”

He barely has any thoughts of fighting it to start with, but once the pain starts there are definitely none left. It’s all-encompassing, coming from everywhere at once, even though logically he knows it’s actually coming from whatever they recently implanted in the back of his neck.

His hands fumble desperately at the button that they’ve provided, nearly slipping out from under him and planting him on his face, but he gets to it and presses. There’s immediate relief.

“Again.”

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...Red

Part 2. Keep an eye on the warnings, and let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters.

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Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: captivity, self-harm (scratching), torture, electric shocks, brainwashing, dehumanization, noncon surgery, guns, gunshot wounds . . They’ve decided that if he’s not repeating their mantra, he doesn’t deserve to talk at all.

The rivets in his arms have grown deeper, have multiplied and spread to his neck and the backs of his hands.

He’s only granted permission to speak when they come back for more, and he’s finally decided to take advantage of it.

He doesn’t even know why he was resisting anymore.

Black, Yellow, Blue, Green, Orange, Pink

...Red

Okay I had this scheduled to post on the 1st but I’ve been queuing up posts and writing on it some more and I can’t wait any longer! I’ve been working on this one for a while now and am very excited to finally start sharing it. I pretty much wrote it as one long piece, but for the sake of Tumblr posts I’ve broken it up into a bunch of small ones. It’s currently at 13 parts and still going. It will go on AO3, too, eventually, possibly in larger chunks. 

Pay attention to the warnings. This is a dark one - the whole story, not just this chapter. Eeeeeverybody gets whumped in this story!...but mostly Keith, of course.

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Pairings: NONE!!

Warnings for this chapter: captivity, sleep deprivation, isolation, self-harm (scratching), beatings, torture, brainwashing, guns, gunshot wounds

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“Hm, seems we have an incoming ship. Blade model, if I’m not mistaken.”

Shiro glances over at the console and furrows his brow. “I didn’t know we were expecting a visit from the Blades.”

“We weren’t,” Coran confirms. Tapping a couple of buttons, he brings up a hailing screen. “Castle of Lions to incoming craft, please state your name and intentions.”

Only a few seconds pass before an image blips to life, bringing a familiar scowling face to their screen. 

“Oh, it’s just the Mullet,” Lance sighs, leaning back in his Paladin chair with sudden disinterest. “What are you doing, showing up here unannounced? Haven’t you ever heard of a space phone call? Space text?”

Keith’s scowl only deepens, confusion creasing his features. Before an argument can ensue, Shiro steps in front of the screen.

“We’re always glad to see you, Keith. It’s true that we weren’t expecting you, though. Kolivan told us last week that you’d be gone on a mission for a while. Everything okay?” Maybe it was just poor video quality, but he looked paler than usual, his cheeks almost a bit hollowed out. Shiro had been wondering lately if he was getting enough food and sleep with the Blades.