Voltron One Shots

Giveaway Fic #4

Summary: Lance was kidnapped as a baby and raised by Druids. He escaped when he was a teenager and returned to Earth, creating a new life for himself, and later enrolled at the Garrison. This led to him joining Voltron, and eventually being tracked down by the Druids who reveal him for who Lance really is.

A/N: This is for the first place winner of my most recent giveaway @/fanfic-recomends on tumblr! Follow me @prince-yoongi on tumblr if you want a chance to win my next giveaway! (Also full disclosure I don't know what the druids look like aside from the fact that they wear those white masks and long cloaks so ? I made some shit up, like usual lmao.)

Trigger warnings: needles, blood, abuse, torture

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"Goodnight" Lance smiled and nodded to Keith, who's room was right next door to his. Keith nodded and then stepped into his own room. Lance closed the door behind him and activated the lock. He slumped against the door and let the glamor drop, completely exhausted. He'd used too much of his magic that day, and it drained all of his energy.

After a few minutes of resting Lance stood up and went to the bathroom and began to do his normal nighttime cleansing routine. He avoided looking in mirrors as much as possible. He hated his appearance. He only saw himself like this when he was alone and let his glamor fall. Only then did he see the real him that he so carefully hid behind a mask. He saw the fear and desperation in his gleaming yellow eyes.

He could still feel the large needles digging under his skin, looking for somewhere to inject the poison. Somewhere solid. Lance's bones ached for years after the experiments finally ended. They had poked and prodded him until his skin was marred with scars and bruises, some of which never faded away. Lance's face, that was the worst of it. One particular Druid had attempted to implant eyes on Lance's forehead. The procedure hadn't worked, but it left two large indents in the middle of his forehead. They were hideous. Pale pink scars covered his faintly purple skin.

Lance hated everything about the way he looked.

Lance had been normal once. He knew that for sure in his heart. He was a human, before. Before they took him. Before they ruined him. Lance liked to imagine that he came from a big family, one where he had a loving mother and an abundance of siblings whom he loved. He would spend hours daydreaming about the family that he was taken from, the family that loved him.

Then they had taken him. The Druids. They were the only family that Lance had ever really known. He lived there in space with them until he was 14. It was the only life he had known until that point. Aside from secret database searches in the middle of the night, Lance knew nothing about Earth, other than that's where he came from. He didn't look anything like other humans though. Because of the experiments he looked more like the Druids, which he believed was their intention.

He escaped their hold when he was 14. He used his magic on one of the lower Druids and then bolted to one of the smaller space-crafts that they used. He flew straight to Earth and never looked back. It was that flight to Earth that made gave him his love for flying. He lived on the streets for a few months before learning how to use his magic to look like the other humans. He gave himself a new name and a new look, and then forged papers to enroll in the garrison.

There... There he could finally become himself.

He could finally become Lance Mcclain, the son of the family that he had created in his mind. The family that saved him from the horrors of his reality for almost 15 years.

Lance let out a short breath and then continued lathering his face up with the blue lotion.

This was a secret that he would never tell.