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biqherosix · 3 years

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ohh how about lance and keith with an s/o who has elemental powers!! (i’ve always had this idea in the back of my head but i cannot write so i’m requesting it 😌✨)

oceana terra - headcanons

fluff

(voltron legendary defender — romantic! keith kogane x waterbender! reader; romantic! lance x earthbender! reader)

if a world with a giant robot as the universe's strongest weapon exists, there's bound to be a part of that universe where element bending also exists

cw / bloodbending

a/n — uh hi :) for once, i have nothing to say other than i miss keith akira kogane and lance mcclain. space bfs for the win ! oh and also the lance mcclain portion of my personality analysis advice column is in the works anon !! but anyway, the bending shown is loosely based off atla / tlok, so enjoy mwah !

keith

this angsty boy has such a fiery personality (him, zuko, and mako are the holy red trope trinity and you can fight me on it) that it's the literal law (my law, you can reference all my atla / tlok fics for that later lmao) that he end up with someone opposite his elemental vibe thus ending up with a waterbender

but your powers are a little more broad, so any liquid also ends up in your spectrum to bend

the plot twist is that you grew up thinking you were a human, enrolling in the galaxy garrison completely unaware you weren't human at all, instead a rare species of bender the galra yearn to destroy

you always wondered why you were always so attracted to any vast body of liquid despite being trained as a fighter pilot

but it all made sense when allura explained it to you since you weren't a paladin but "made for greater things" and keith took a really long time to process it

he didn't know if it was because of the actual news or because you immediately made a water pun upon finding out (lance who? and sokka? we don't know them we only know y/n l/n in this household)

keith doesn't treat you any differently, but you lowkey have to work up to the amount of trust you had from pre-voltron events

it's just a big deal for you and you don't really know how to deal with it, and on top of that keith just has an existential crisis since he liked you because you were so familiar and then they drop the waterbending bomb on him

but y'all get through it after lance annoys him enough bc his banter makes him miss you (for payback you freeze lance's cups of water during breakfast)

omg pidge keeping up with the earth calendar in space and you make it snow in the castle on christmas !!!

also epic pool fights >>> expect the pool to turn into a water park

anyway back to the regularly scheduled headcanons

imagine keith being touch starved, it gets worse bc you feel as though he shouldn't hold your hand or you'll accidentally hurt him or something (this boy just needs to be protected someone give him a hug, cause it ain't gonna be me)

you compromise with tapping each other's hands or loose pinkies interwined (ohh just wait till you bloodbend)

your relationship is definitely spontaneous, hot headed, and badass af !!! with an emphasis on competitive

and i mean competitive, the vibe just goes through the roof after discovering your powers

y'all would always fight for the top grades in your crew bc you were baby and you wanted to make shiro proud but y'all took it to a whole other level in space

choose your fighter: a beginning waterbender who's being trained by an ancient altean or a fast learner who happens to wield a sword?? my bet is on the fast learner (everyone has bets on who wins between y'all, it's a weekly match at this point)

my mind immediately going to angst oop- okay keith has been through a lot okay, his mom left, his dad died, shiro was previously announced dead, and now you're a waterbender who can manipulate the water in one's body

however allura didn't think to inform you of mf bloodbending, so it came off as a shock when you did it upon being captured in season seven and zethrid and ezor had pidge

you shut down, and it was so hard to talk to you even if you shared a space in the black lion with keith (jeez poor krolia having to hear that confrontation)

but when you let it out, keith is right there and he tells you of the times he's been scared of himself whenever his galran side pops out sometimes

and he tells you how he's going to be there with you and that at least y'all will finally have some familiarity being back on earth (jokes on you-)

it's a big step though because keith vocalizing things is a rarity but he's also a simp for you and he'd do anything to make you feel better

especially after he left for the blades so if anything he's just making up for lost time

lance

this boy has had feelings for you since the minute he met you and thinks the whole universe of you

they had found you in a galra prison during a simple recon mission, which then turned into saving you, as the rumors of the galra finding rare benders and exploiting them for their power turned out to be true

well they didn't actually have to save you, you mocked one of the guards enough to have them let you go and you wrecked them with the surrounding metal in the room

lance had been the one to come and retrieve you, to which you weren't expecting the paladins to find you anytime soon so it surprised you when you were met with a laser gun to your head, and suddenly he was pinned in metal

he may have enjoyed that a little too much and wanted to kiss you right then and there, having literal heart eyes at your intense glare, and as per usual shiro had to come to the rescue

but since you were a high risk prisoner due to your powers, the paladins thought it would be safer if you stayed with them until you could go into hiding (which means once sam holt is found, you're headed to earth because you look human enough and you could help make earth believe in alien life)

which meant spending more time with lance !!

okay but lance has always been for having a badass powerful significant other wbk, so it's no surprise y'all ended up together

he says your bending makes the relationship more fun and thrilling (he just has a type okay)

and his sparring sessions are actually challenging for once

but also y'all just work well together, two peas in a pod, two people sharing one braincell, the like

y'all do self care nights !!! and y'all happen to be quite the explorers so occasionally on foreign planets you'll find stones, turning them into crystals with your bending

lance was so in awe that there's always a pack of stones waiting for you in your room, and you've amounted to so many little crystals that you make jewelry together

it can be a separate date on its own or something to pass the time while wearing face masks

the first thing he made were matching bracelets, it was pretty cute

but when he's sad he'll just pull up to your room, pull out the space crystals (you totally have a stash of self care products for when lance isn't ready to leave your room) and make jewelry for his family as an homage to them

he'll ramble on and on about them, stopping abruptly to be able to string the tiny crystals along into a bracelet or when he needs utmost concentration

but you listen wholeheartedly, contributing to the abundance of bracelets and other trinkets in hopes they'll like them too

it's a small gesture, but for lance that's enough (and that's when he realizes he loves you)

when you inevitably leave for earth, he gets sad because you'll have to be experiencing earth without him, but thinks it's a perfect time to give you the promise ring with a special crystal he managed to find without you

he finally tells you he loves you and promises to see you back on earth (he got a little carried away and made you a video for earth too for days you missed him, however you accidentally gave it to his family and they immediately took you in as their own; especially veronica who took you under her wing as you venture the garrison together)

aw and when you and lance reunite it's the cutest thing he has a mf heart attack

granted you hug keith first bc he didn't necessarily have anyone to come home to and he was family considering y'all are lowkey alike, and you ramble about how you jumpstarted and metalbended a train with veronica when lance just pulls you into a kiss like bro i missed you

the mcclain family cheers him on bc their baby is here alive and thriving but keith is like ugh ew gross

but everything is almost back to normal bc you and lance are together again and that is all that matters !!!

#keith kogane x reader #keith kogane imagine #keith x reader #keith kogane #keith vld #keith kogane voltron #lance mcclain x reader #lance mcclain imagine #lance mcclain #lance vld #lance mcclain voltron #voltron x reader #voltron imagine #vld x reader #vld imagine #voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld #daniza's fave characters are paying rent

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disneygirl2202 · 4 years

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Off Limits (Keith x reader)

Requested?: Yes by anon

Request: Keith reuniting with his s/o?

A/N: Since there wasn’t much of a plot to this request, so I combined it with another imagine that I was going to be writing.

Keith’s P.O.V.

I look around the castle, pulling my hood off of my head.

“Hey, guys...” I start

The others all look back at me, a solemn look on all of their faces.

“Wait, where Y/N?” I ask

“They took them,” Allura says

“Who took them?” I ask again

“The Galra...” Shiro says “They had us distracted out there when they sent Lotor’s general in and they took them.”

“I thought that Lotor knew not to touch her.” I start

“Apparently he doesn’t care anymore. They took Y/N and now we need to get her back.” Lance says “She’s a part of this team whether she knows it or not.”

I look at them before I nod.

“I’ll contact the blade and let them know we have a rescue mission,” I say before walking out

We’re coming for you Y/N

Your P.O.V.

You look around the room you’re being held in before you laugh.

“Oh, she’s awake!” You hear somebody comment

“Finally.” Someone growls

You look up to see Zethrid, Narti, Ezor, and Acxa. You shake your head before looking at the cuffs around your wrists.

“You do realize that I will get out of here before Lotor even has the chance to question me?” You laugh

“Just because you are somehow related to them doesn’t make you untouchable,” Ezor says

You laugh before turning your back on them, staring at the wall.

“But I distinctly remember hearing Zarkon telling everybody that I’m not to be touched until he orders so.” You laugh

“In case you haven’t heard, Lotor is in charge.” Ezor comments

You shrug before you hear alarms go off.

“Sounds like you guys might be in trouble.” You laugh

“Get to your stations,” Zehtrid says

You watch as Acxa looks at you before slowly turning her back.

You lunge forward, grabbing her elbow.

“Why do you still work with them?” You ask “They didn’t come searching for us when we got trapped.”

“They were the only ones who would accept us. You knew that better than anybody. Zarkon didn’t want Lotor, and he didn’t want your mother.” Acxa says “They will all abandon us in the future. Lotor won’t do that to us.”

“And how can we be so sure?” You ask “Acxa, you are one of my closest friends, I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

She looks at you before pulling away, heading to her station as the door closes behind her. You shake your head before sitting against the wall.

Keith’s P.O.V.

I slice through the sentries when I see Lotor’s generals coming out, ready for a fight.

“Keith, we have them if you and the paladins go ahead and find the target,” Kolivan says

“Yes, sir,” I say

I look at the others before ducking out of the way, letting the blade distract the generals long enough to give us a route.

“We need to split up.” I say

“Alright. Lance, Hunk you guys go left. Pidge, Allura, go straight. Keith and I will go right.” Shiro asks

Everyone agrees before they go their separate ways, running towards their best guess.

“Pidge anything on their location?” Shiro asks

“She’s in the closet door to us on the floor below us.” Pidge says as she looks at her map

I nod before seeing more sentries. I bring my blade up, slicing through one before sliding between one's legs. I turn to see Shiro cutting through the last few, catching up with us.

“Alright, where am I going?” I ask “I see a quick way to the floor below us.”

“Get to the floor and make a right.” Pidge starts “They should be in the first door to the left.”

I drop through the hole in the ground, looking around, seeing the way I need to go. I shake my head before running to the right, finding the first door on the left.

“Shiro, look out for the sentries.” I say “I’m going in.”

I open the door, seeing somebody sitting in the corner.

“Y/N?” I ask

“Keith?” A voice asks

“Thank god you’re okay.” I whisper

“They aren’t allowed to hurt me.” They laugh as they walk into the light

I look them over before shaking my head, pulling them into a quick hug, placing a kiss to their forehead.

“I swear, they should learn what off-limits means.” I laugh “Now let's get out of here.”

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starfaring-princelotor · 5 years

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Priorities

Summary: The Empress explains the difference between power and respect.

Pairings: Lotor x Half-GalraF!Reader

★ Disclaimer: I do not ship Lotura and I respectfully ask that this story to not be tagged as Lotura. This is a Lotor x Reader/Self-Insert OC story which is in no way related to Allura at all. Please be respectful of my chosen pairing. ★

Warnings: Blood. Racism. If you like Allura, this really is not the fic for you.

Part One___Part Two___Part Three

Extinction (Bad Ending)___ The Giving Tree___Moonlight Path

Evolution (Good Ending)___Breaking the Ice___For My Family___Priorities

“You’re wrong.”

Both you and your son turned to the source of the voice, not at all really surprised on who spoke with such blind conviction. Allura held her pink helmet in her arm, her dual-toned eyes firmly trying to stare you down. She was a Paladin of Voltron and the last Princess of Altea. She knows her place. She knows herself, even after you lectured her in that cell.

“I have every right to hate Zarkon and distrust the Galra,” she braved a few steps towards you, her silver brows lowered in simmering anger, “What they did to my home is unforgivable. What they did to the universe...I am not the only one who is wary of them on-sight.”

“You’re right, the entire galaxy takes one look at me, one look at Atlas, and would immediately despise our very existence,” you crossed your arms, “The difference between you and everyone else? You were expected to change for better. Expected to use the title Princess to represent your subjects. Expected to put your differences aside to ensure a safer future. And you failed. Miserably.”

It took all of Allura’s willpower to still her tongue. None of the other Paladins were here. She was strictly on her own to prove she can stand up for herself. She can be the Princess, raised right by her father in a society that upholds peace and prosperity above all.

“You can be a Princess or a Paladin. Not both. You do not have the experience to handle the responsibility of them combined.”

“And what about you?”

Now, that question got your attention.

“What about me?” you repeated, narrowing your eyes at the accusation held in her voice.

“You’re the Empress, you’re supposed to take the Emperor’s place in his absence,” Allura continued, “To say I am not worthy of my title when you were in hiding for three years shows you are just as unfit to rule. Your Empire is in shambles because Lotor sheltered you.”

“I suggest you stop talking and do as you were ordered, Allura.”

“No! If I have to admit that my flaws held me back, it’s only fair if your highness does, too!” another step closer and Atlas’ hand inched closer to his blade, “You preach about how not all Galra are evil, yet who are the ones out there that are still killing and enslaving innocent lives?”

“You really don’t get it, do you?” came your immediate reply, “You really think it’s within your right to hate the Galra who have power over you? Over others? It isn’t power that makes them evil, makes anyone evil. It’s what they choose to do with that strength which defines them.”

That she understood, which is why every Galra they faced was labeled as a foe in her eyes.

“Zarkon used hate to fuel his power and justify his destruction of Altea. But what you don’t know, Allura, is that he was always cruel, even before then. He despised people like me and made sure we understood that he could crush us at any given moment,” a heavy sigh left your lips, “He was always a tyrant. Zarkon was a threat not only to Altea, but to his own kingdom as well.”

There was a reason why you were telling her this, telling her the history that you lived through long ago. The history that made Lotor hate his own father. Your husband wanted a future away from that atrocious stain on the Galra Empire. A future where no one had to live in fear of being the next one or suffering for simply existing in the universe.

However, this message was lost upon the princess.

“Then that is your people’s mistake for giving him that power.”

Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.

You shook your head in disapproval at her then turned around, indicating that this discussion is over. It was hardly a discussion anyways seeing as she refused to understand. That was her biggest problem. She could understand, but her mind was too stuck in the past. She couldn’t move on. Allura was no diplomat.

“You are dismissed, Allura.”

Clearly peeved with you shrugging her off, she reached forward and grabbed your shoulder, “You’re a coward - “

Before any of the three guardians could rise from their seat to stop Allura, she had screeched a painful scream of agony. Her vision swirled, room spinning as the nerves in her cheek caught up with the feeling of knuckles punching her square in the jaw. Not hard, but just in the right angle to make it hurt even worse. She wasn’t able to react fast enough when a clawed hand tangled in her bun and shoved her face against the cold tile of the ship.

Your toed boots were all she could see. The sharp edge of a knife against the back of her delicate neck was all she could feel. And that hand gripping her hair tightly? It radiated power, ancient Altean magic capable of the most impossible miracles or devastating murders. Atlas would let her decide.

“Do not touch my mother.”

Allura’s breath stilled, knees pressed on the floor as her body was angled in a groveling position. She would’ve fought back, done anything to right herself on her feet, but that dagger was breaking into her skin and already drawing a thin line of blood. One of Atlas’ foot held down her wrist and his knee pinned the other, immobilizing her for her treachery.

Never, ever touch the Empress, let alone a pregnant one. Let alone with ill-intent in mind.

Your hand came up to dust off your shoulder where her hand dared make contact. Allura couldn’t see you above her, see your eyes judging her disgraceful position on the floor. And that was Atlas’ intention all along. Make her beg for forgiveness. Beg for a pass on her disrespectful behavior a second time.

“While you are down there, take this note into mind,” you began as Ezor, Zethrid, and Acxa flanked your sides, “This is not power I hold over you. This is respect. This, right here, is earned through blood, sweat, and tears. You think I earned this from hiding?”

The only response she could possibly give was a grunt.

“You think they are here because Lotor told them to be? You think my son protected me because he despises you? You think I am standing over you because I was coddled my entire life?”

That hand pulsed and slowly, ever so slowly, Allura felt her energy being drained.

“This is your problem, Allura. You foolishly thought you can face me alone and act as you do without consequence. Your allies need you on their team, yet you came here of your own free will to...what? Sway my opinion of you? Is that really the most important priority for you, for the universe, right now?”

“I can’t trust you!” she spoke, to which you only scoffed at her.

“Clearly. And whose fault is that?”

You nodded at Atlas, but he truly didn’t want to let her off so easily. His fingers tightened, nails prodding her scalp, then he growled and suddenly released his hold. Allura wasn’t aware of it at the time, but she was holding her breath in...fear? She wasn’t afraid of death. She welcomed it with open arms for a good cause.

But you...you could’ve killed her. You could’ve taken her choice away from her. That was the cold, realizing fear making her heart beat too quickly in her armored chest. Allura scrambled up to her feet just in time to see Atlas’ hands fading back from the magical glow. He was draining her quintessence, sapping her energy from her body.

“I need to trust you,” she said, more to herself.

“No. You really don’t. And I don’t need to trust you, either.”

Again, you turned around, heading for your chambers and leaving her to think about her selfish actions once more. And maybe, maybe this time the gravity of the universe’s fate will be more important than her pride as a Princess, as a Paladin.

“I need you to do your job. Maybe you can start by getting the other Paladins to respect you first.”

Because if they did respect her as the Princess, as a valued teammate, then why the fuck weren’t they here at her side?

#lotor x reader #princess: respect mah authoritah #reader: no #atlas: hell no #spacestories #instead of giving me $5 #donate it to your local pet shelter

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ao3feed-klance · 6 years

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Star-Crossed (Lotor x reader)

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2ygIfqb

by Alice9157

This is a story about princess Y/N and prince Lotor falling in love despite being on different sides of the war.

All characters belong to their lawful owners.

Words: 4763, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen, Multi, Other

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Acxa (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Ezor (Voltron), Narti (Voltron), Zethrid (Voltron)

Relationships: Lotor (Voltron)/Reader, Allura & Coran & Hunk & Keith & Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt & Shiro, Keith/Lance (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron) x reader

Additional Tags: Drama & Romance, Fanfiction, Shakespeare Quotations, Forbidden Love, War

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2ygIfqb

#klance #voltron #voltron legendary defenders #ao3feed

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ao3feed-zaggar · 6 years

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A Howl Away

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2R620FL

by eyetoriart

Keith had spent his entire life growing up with this [h/c] wolf. She was his best friend. Now out in space, things begin to change and the unexpected can happen.

Words: 38465, Chapters: 6/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Pidge | Katie Holt, Reader, Reader Insert - Character, Lotor (Voltron), Veronica (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Matt Holt, Sam Holt, Colleen Holt, Krolia (Voltron), Acxa (Voltron), Ezor (Voltron), Zethrid (Voltron), Narti (Voltron), Haggar (Voltron), Zarkon (Voltron), Anamelia (OC), Exlipse (OC), Lily (OC), Iris (OC), Ren (OC) (mentioned), Tri (OC), Midnight (OC), Charlotte (OC), Essiha (OC), Ciminnive (OC), Vak (OC), Nevrod (OC), Thalok (OC)

Relationships: Keith/Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura/Lance (Voltron), Haggar/Zarkon (Voltron), Matt Holt/Hunk, Lily/Exlipse (OCs), kidge, Hatt - Relationship, Allurance - Relationship

Additional Tags: Lance x Reader - Freeform, Keith x reader - Freeform, Female Pronouns for Pidge | Katie Holt, Pidge x Reader - Freeform, Allura x reader, Shiro x Reader, Galra Keith (Voltron), OCs - Freeform, Aliens, Altean Pidge | Katie Holt, Altean Matt Holt, Altean Colleen Holt, Thalok kinda oc but he's the guard Allura knocked out in episode 10, Ren is dead, I don't like Zethrid/Ezor so that's not going to happen even though it's canon, Also I haven't watched S4 yet so she's gonna leave, Thalok is a beast I love him

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2R620FL

#zaggar #zargar #zarkon #haggar #honerva #ao3feed #fanfic

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galraluver · 3 years

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Scenario for how ezor zethrid acxa and lotor would react to see narti not only alive but has a daughter? I know narti would probably be scared and very protective of her baby when she sees lotor.

Sure thing! I'll try my best

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Ever since Narti found out that she and (Y/n) managed to conceive a child together their lives changed in a way they never would have expected. On the day Narti laid her egg it'd been one of the most painful things she had experienced; nearly getting killed was far more painful than pushing an egg out of her body, although laying an egg was still really painful. (Y/n) felt guilty for being the cause of his mate's painful experience, thankfully from the time she went into labor to after she laid her egg only lasted around five vargas. Their child ended up being a girl, (Y/n) promised Narti that he would do anything to protect her and their little girl. He felt nothing but love for their daughter as soon as she hatched and he got to hold her for the very first time, the only thing about her that seemed unnatural to him was their daughter wouldn't need to drink milk; Nav was mostly reptilian like her mother, but she had eyes and could speak like him, although she didn't start talking until she was almost a deca-phoeb old.

(Y/n) and Narti loved their daughter more than the universe itself, they would do anything to protect her from harm. However, their peaceful life would soon be disturbed when a certain galtean prince and his three remaining generals arrived on the planet Narti and her little family were hidden on. When Lotor, Ezor, Acxa and Zethrid landed on a planet they had never been to before Lotor sent Acxa, Ezor and Zethrid to see if anyone was around. They stayed together as they walked through the forest until they came across a house after a while. The house itself wasn't out of the ordinary, but who they saw sitting in the grass was; none of them could believe who they saw, they thought she had been killed.

"Is that who I think it is?" Ezor whisper-asked as she, Zethrid and Acxa hid in the bushes to avoid being seen by their old colleague.

"It's Narti." Zethrid whispered in pure shock, her large eyes looking even bigger than usual; they all saw Lotor kill Narti, or at least they thought that they did.

"(Y/n) must have saved her." Acxa concluded, peering out of the bushes while standing next to a tree.

Narti, Kova and Nav were enjoying the nice weather while (Y/n) was out hunting for dinner; Narti enjoyed hunting, but she wanted to stay behind to keep an eye on Nav who was too young to be left alone. However, when Narti heard whispering she stood up and got into a defensive position; someone was watching her and she knew who it was. Nav had been startled by Narti's defensive behavior and hid behind her mother, knowing what danger was after being told multiple times to always be careful whenever she was outside. Acxa looked at Ezor and Ezor looked at Zethrid, the three of them knowing that there was no point in hiding anymore. Zethrid and Acxa didn't want to be the first ones to give away their position, so Ezor had to do it for them.

"Narti?" Ezor asked in disbelief, being the first one to step out of the bushes.

"We thought you were dead." Zethrid said quietly, following her girlfriend out of the bushes.

Acxa didn't say anything as she followed Zethrid, keeping her distance since she wasn't sure what to expect. Narti was beyond shocked to see Acxa, Ezor and Zethrid there with Kova's help; she thought that she, her husband and their daughter were completely hidden, she should have known it was too good to be true. Narti relaxed a little after a few moments, allowing Ezor to hug her and she reciprocated the friendly gesture. Ezor was always friendly to those she was close to, even when one of those people were practically banished from the galra empire. Nav peeked out from behind her mother to look at the three strangers, curious as to why one of them was hugging her mother.

"I see that you and (Y/n) have a kit." Acxa noted out loud, looking down at Nav who had been looking up at her.

"Awww, she's so cute!" Ezor added with excitement, waving at Nav after she and Narti let go of each other.

Nav shyly looked up at Ezor, Acxa and Zethrid, not sure what to think of them as Narti bent down, picked her up and held her as she stood back up. Zethrid smiled at Nav, feeling oddly happy that Narti was now a mother of an adorable daughter. It was incredibly rare for a galra hybrid to conceive any children during their life, so Nav was really a miracle child. While the four women caught up with each other Lotor was becoming curious as to where his three generals were, so he went to look for them. When he eventually found them talking to Narti he was angry; he killed Narti because in eyes she was a traitor, he decided to kill her again and make sure she was dead.

"What is the meaning of this?" Lotor questioned angrily as he stormed towards Narti, sword drawn and by his side.

Everyone jumped in shock and looked at Lotor when they heard him, none of them were expecting him to just pop out of nowhere. Narti was scared but protective at the same time, she refused to let Lotor harm her or her daughter. She was scared that Lotor was going to try to kill her again and kill Nav too, she wouldn't put it past him to kill an innocent child just because Nav was blood related to her. Nav panicked when Lotor stormed towards her mother and she began to cry, burying her face in the crook of Narti's neck in an attempt to hide from the scary man. Before Lotor could get too close to Narti, Ezor and Zethrid got in front of her in a way to protect her from Lotor's wrath.

"Lotor, don't do anything that you'll regret." Ezor said as calmly as she could in an attempt to defuse the situation, she refused to let Lotor kill Narti and Nav.

Lotor glared at Ezor before turning his attention back to Narti, glaring at her with an evil grin. Thankfully before he could raise his sword (Y/n) had come home from his hunting trip, immediately dropping the animal he killed so that he could protect his mate and their daughter. He barreled towards Lotor and growled, fully prepared to fight the galtean prince to the death if he had to; he refused to let anyone kill or harm them.

"Lotor." (Y/n) growled angrily once he stood between Narti and Lotor, bearing his teeth at the other man.

"(Y/n), stand aside!" Lotor growled in response, pointing the tip of his sword in the direction of Narti's husband.

"Leave here now! You've gone this long not knowing that we're here, now leave us alone!" (Y/n) growled louder, not backing down from the potential fight.

"Fine, we'll leave. Acxa, Ezor, Zethrid, come!" Lotor snapped, putting his sword back into its sheath before turning around and walking away.

Acxa glanced at Narti and her daughter before following Lotor, not saying anything; she didn't like how Lotor treated others, unfortunately at the time she wasn't able to leave. Zethrid said a quick goodbye to (Y/n) and Narti before following Acxa, wishing that Lotor wasn't so huffy. Ezor was the last to leave, wishing (Y/n) and Narti good luck before leaving; she would have liked to hold Nav, but unfortunately Lotor was in a hurry to leave. Lotor never wanted to see Narti again, so he swore to never return to the planet she lived on; even he knew when to leave the past in the past. Narti, (Y/n) and Nav watched as they left before (Y/n) went to go retrieve the dead animal he dropped earlier, grateful that he came home before his wife and daughter were murdered. From then on Narti and her little family wouldn't be bothered by Lotor again, the three of them able to enjoy their peaceful life together.

#Narti #VLD Narti #Narti x Reader #Lotor #VLD Lotor #Acxa #VLD Acxa #Ezor #VLD Ezor #Zethrid #VLD Zethrid #Galra

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galraluver · 3 years

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Perhaps the half Galra women coming home to see their S/O sleeping with something of theirs?

That's actually a pretty cute idea, I'd love to!

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~ Acxa ~

~ One night when Acxa came back to her and your habsuite late she knew that you were already asleep, so she quietly got ready for bed

~ As she got into bed she saw that you were wearing one of her nightgowns

~ Acxa smiled as she got into bed with you

~ She thought you looked good in one of her nightgowns and she wouldn't mind if you wore it more often

~ She totally would get a matching nightgown set for the two of you to wear together

~ Ezor ~

~ When Ezor came back to her and your shared habsuite late one night and saw that all of the lights were off she knew that you were asleep

~ She quickly got ready for bed, but when she got into bed she saw that you were sleeping with something

~ Ezor quickly realized that it was her old favorite plushie that she had since she was little

~ She didn't mind that you were sleeping peacefully with it since she figured that you missed her and couldn't fall asleep very well

~ Narti ~

~ After a longer than expected day Narti finally got to go back to her and your habsuite

~ She was tired, but she was able to quickly and quietly get ready for bed

~ When she sat on the bed and before Kova fell asleep on his bed he helped Narti see that you had her favorite blanket covering you

~ Narti thought it was cute how you slept with her favorite blanket over you

~ She was able to get under the large blanket with you so that she could spoon you

~ Zethrid ~

~ Zethrid didn't get back to her and your shared habsuite until after you went to bed, so she was as quiet as possible as she got ready for bed

~ As she got into bed with you she noticed that you were wearing one of her shirts

~ Zethrid thought that it was one of the cutest things that you could have ever done

~ She liked seeing you wearing her shirts even they were too big for you

~ She wouldn't mind of you wore her shirts more often

#Acxa #VLD Acxa #Acxa x Reader #Ezor #VLD Ezor #Ezor x Reader #Narti #VLD Narti #Narti x Reader #Zethrid #VLD Zethrid #Zethrid x Reader #Galra

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galraluver · 3 years

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Lotors Generals when they are away from their S/O a little too long?

Coming right up!

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~ Acxa ~

~ Whenever Acxa is away from you for too long she gets kind of depressed

~ She becomes more quiet too; like how she used to be before she started dating you

~ If she has the chance to call you she will, but somewhere private

~ Acxa also worries about you if/when she's away for too long

~ She knows that she has to stay loyal to Lotor, but you're her girlfriend and she has every right to be worried about you even though you're somewhere safe

~ Ezor ~

~ When Ezor's away from you for too long she gets kind of sad

~ Acxa, Narti and Zethrid get a little worried because she's always so cheerful; seeing her sad isn't something they're used to

~ If she can, she calls you and talks to you for as long as she can

~ She definitely counts down the days until she can be with you again

~ Sometimes she cries a little in private bc she misses you so much

~ Narti ~

~ When Narti's away from you for too long she gets very touch starved

~ She also gets a tad bit agitated and twitchy

~ If she gets the chance, she'll video call you so that you both can check in with each other

~ She also gets worried about you despite you being somewhere safe

~ If Narti is gone for longer than she expected she gets a little depressed

~ Zethrid ~

~ Whenever Zethrid is away from you for too long she gets angry and agitated very easily

~ Sometimes even Lotor is afraid of her when she's angry

~ If she can call you she will, but only somewhere private

~ Ever since the two of you started dating Zethrid's changed a little (in a good way) but if she's away from you for too long she starts to go back to her old self

#Acxa #VLD Acxa #Acxa x Reader #Ezor #VLD Ezor #Ezor x Reader #Narti #VLD Narti #Narti x Reader #Zethrid #VLD Zethrid #Zethrid x Reader #Galra

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galraluver · 3 years

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Half Galra Women reacting to seeing their lover sleeping naked?

Sure thing 😏

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~ Acxa ~

~ When Acxa finds you sleeping in her and your bed completely naked One night she blushes slightly

~ She didn't know that you liked sleeping naked, but after a few moments she realizes that she's staring at you like some perv

~ She just gets into her pajamas, gets into bed with you and falls asleep

~ Acxa may or may not have a sexual dream about you that night

~ Ezor ~

~ When Ezor sees you sleeping while completely nude she smirks; who knew that you liked sleeping naked

~ She can't help but look at you for a few moments, wondering if you slept naked before

~ She just stands there for a few moments, taking in the sight of you and admiring your beautiful body

~ She may or may not bring it up later while you both are alone

~ Narti ~

~ When Narti got into bed late one evening and cuddled up to you she was met with the feeling of skin

~ Kova was already asleep, so she wasn't able to rely on him to help her see

~ She blushed and purred seductively as she lightly ran her hands over your bare sides

~ She fell asleep after a while as she clung onto your bare body and had a very sexual dream about you that night

~ Zethrid ~

~ When Zethrid sees you asleep in bed late one night she doesn't think anything of it until she notices that your shoulder is bare

~ As soon as she gets into bed with you she realizes that you're completely naked

~ Her first reaction is to wake you up so that she can pleasure you, but it's late and you're tired, so she decides to just go to sleep

~ She can't wait for the next morning so that she can ravish you

#Acxa #VLD Acxa #Acxa x Reader #Ezor #VLD Ezor #Ezor x Reader #Narti #VLD Narti #Zethrid #VLD Zethrid #Zethrid x Reader #Galra

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galraluver · 3 years

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How about headcanons for Lotors generals at the amusement park with their S/Os?

Sure, coming right up! I can imagine some kind of mischief happening 😂

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~ Acxa ~

~ Acxa's the most serious out of Lotor's Generals, but when you convince her to go to an amusement park she tries her best to stay serious

~ She's an absolute pro at the shooting booth and she won you the biggest stuffed animal that she could

~ In between rides and games you both ate giant pretzels

~ Acxa really liked the roller coaster and actually screamed in joy

~ You both also went to the photo booth and took a bunch cute pictures together

~ At some point you convinced her to get her face painted

~ While you both were on the ferris wheel Acxa kissed you and made you blush

~ Acxa really liked the haunted house and wasn't afraid of any of the actors, but if you were scared of something she stood protectively in front of you

~ There were a few little kids who thought she was some kind of character (which was super awkward for the both of you)

~ By the end of the day you had accomplished your goal; get Acxa to have fun

~ Ezor ~

~ When Ezor learned about amusement parks she really wanted to take you to one

~ As soon as you both got the chance to go to an amusement park she didn't know which ride to go on first

~ The two of you ended up trying the face painting booth first and then went to the photo booth and took a bunch of cute/funny pictures

~ Her favorite amusement park food was cotton candy

~ Ezor loved the roller coasters, the log ride and the house of mirrors

~ She prefers the faster rides and the fun house

~ The two of you took selfies with all of the costumed characters around the park

~ You both tried a few of the games and won each other prizes

~ By the end of the day the two of you had a few plushies, balloon animals and the pictures from the photo booth

~ Narti ~

~ When you convinced Narti to go to an amusement park you both went on a not so busy day

~ She was able to sneak Kova in so that she was able to see

~ She was really good at the ring toss and won you a prize

~ The two of you only went on the slower rides so that Kova wouldn't get startled

~ The tunnel of love was the best ride and you both made out for the entire ride

~ Narti shared her hotdog with Kova after you convinced her that it wasn't made out of dog meat

~ You managed to win her a prize at your favorite amusement park game

~ You both got your faces painted at the face painting booth

~ At some point Kova stole some kid's hotdog because he liked the taste so much

~ By the end of the day you both were a little tired after going on various rides, playing a few games and full after eating different foods

~ Zethrid ~

~ When you and Zethrid went to the amusement park you noticed a bunch of people staring at her, but neither of you cared

~ You both got your faces painted and found a photo prop

~ Zethrid was a pro at the high striker (and accidentally broke it while winning a prize for you)

~ She tried a few other games, but she wasn't too good at them

~ You both did find an arm wrestling ring and she won every round

~ Zethrid's favorite ride was the biggest, fastest rollercoaster

~ She loved the taste of the giant pretzels and caramel apples

~ You both went on as many rides as possible and had a lot of fun

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disneygirl2202 · 5 years

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Stronger Than All (Keith x Reader)

Requested?: No

(gif not mine)

Your P.O.V.

You look around the cell, making eye contact with every single one of your friends before you try to push yourself onto your feet.

“Anybody know who captured us?” You ask

“Still no clue.” Shiro answers

You groan as you look around, still trying to figure a way to get out of the room.

“There’s only one guard outside of our cell.” Krolia says

You nod as you look over at Keith as you can tell that he is thinking about how he was going to help everybody escape.

You hear the cell door open and you turn to see Ezor and Zethrid walk in. You look at them then look down at the ground.

“What do you two want?” You ask as you finally look at them

“We want to know what happened to Lotor.” Zethrid starts

“What is there to tell you?” Keith says “Weren’t you there?”

“We only saw you guys disappear.” Ezor says

“Now tell us where is Lotor.” Zethrid says again

“He’s dead.” You say “Too much exposure to the Quintessence.”

“No, he can’t be. You guys are alive.” Zethrid says

“We were able to get out before we had the same fate.” Allura start

You watch as Zethrid starts to study every single one of you guys.

“I think they all have a soft spot of the little one.” She says as her eyes land on Pidge

“You aren’t touching her...” You hiss

“How are you going to stop me?” She laughs

“This is my favorite part.” Ezor laughs

Keith’s P.O.V.

I watch as Y/N is watching her old comrades as they are looking at Pidge.

“Leave her alone!” Lance yells as he goes after the two

Ezor grabs him and wraps her tail like thing around him and throws him into a wall.

“Lance!” Allura yells

“You two need to stop!” Y/N yells

“Not until you tell us what really happened to Lotor.” Zethrid says

I watch as Y/N steps in front of Pidge.

“Y/N, move. You’ve already betrayed us enough.” She says

“No. I can’t let you hurt my friends.” Y/N says

I watch as Zethrid grabs her then throws her towards me and my mother.

“Y/N!” I say as I try to help her up

“I’m fine.” She says as she stands up

She looks as Ezor grabs Pidge’s throat and holds her up in the air.

“Put her down!” Y/N yells again

She runs towards Zethrid and goes to try and tackle her, but Zethrid grabs her and puts her into a headlock.

“Nice try you traitor.” Zethrid laughs

Your P.O.V.

You hear the alarms go off as your visions almost goes complete black.

Zethrid lets go of you and Ezor drops Pidge at the same time as they run out of the cell.

You groan as you sit up and look around when Keith comes over and helps you up despite the cuffs.

“You good?” He asks

“Yeah, we need to get out of here.” You say

“We’ll go after the guard.” Krolia says

You all agree as you shake the spots out of your eyes when you hear the guard grunt.

“What the?..” You start

You watch as the door opens and you see Acxa standing there.

“You guys need to hurry and go get your bayards and helmets.” She says

You all agree as you run past her as she runs a different way.

“Always knew she was different.” You whisper

Keith smiles at you and you two keep running.

-~-

You have your helmets and bayards as you look around.

“I’m going to go help her.” You say

“I’m coming with you.” Keith says

You agree as you both run off as the rest of the Paladins runs towards where the lions would be.

You see the three of them fight and you transform your bayard into a gun and shoot at Ezor.

You block a hit from Ezor’s tail thing only to have Zethrid hit you into the wall.

You wince as you fall to the ground next to Acxa.

Keith looks back at you then takes out Ezor. Sending Zethrid to go after her.

“You two need to get out of here. I’ll get out of here myself.” Acxa says

“No, you need to come with.” You say as you push yourself off the wall

“Guys we need an extraction.” Keith says

“We’re on our way.” Shiro says

Keith helps you up as Acxa looks at you two then starts to run towards the hole in the ship before the other two can try to get you guys.

“You really are to stubborn to lose.” Keith laughs as he is running beside you

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starfaring-princelotor · 5 years

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For My Family

Summary: The Emperor’s family has a few words with the Paladins of Voltron.

Pairings: Lotor x Half-GalraF!Reader

Warnings: Racism. If you like Allura, this is not the fic for you.

Part One___Part Two___Part Three

Extinction (Bad Ending)___ The Giving Tree___Moonlight Path

Evolution (Good Ending)___Breaking the Ice___For My Family___ Priorities

Voltron has been captured.

The Paladins weren’t able to see their enemy’s faces, only that they were tall, intimidating, and dressed in various rugged wear. Nothing like the Galra soldiers they faced before. Their lions were separated from them and it left each Paladin antsy in the confined cell. At least they had each other and, as long as they were level headed, they can get out of this alive. They always did. They were the Paladins of Voltron, Defenders of the Universe.

However, after their recent battle, none of them truly felt like...heroes.

“How long has it been?” Krolia asked, breaking the ominous silence in the group, “There should’ve been someone sent to interrogate us by now.”

“Somehow, that doesn't really make me feel any better,” Lance slumped down the wall, giving up on trying to find a way out, “Shouldn't we, I don’t know, have some power that we can like summon the lions? Or maybe -”

Lance’s sentence was cut off as the door suddenly whizzed open. Everyone’s attention snapped to the three armed wardens before them. Two they recognized immediately as old foes. Ezor and Zethrid flanked the short one’s sides, but they looked different. They looked aged, gruff and battle ready. No longer were they generals, but warriors. They seemed much more...guided.

The third one pulled down the hood, revealing a rather young face framed with silver locks and sharp eyes. A face none of them personally knew, a face that made them all wonder if they were seeing a ghost. And, perhaps, that same ghost was back to haunt them until kingdom come.

Atlas.

Hair tied back with intricate patterns buzzed into the back of his head, a concealed dagger hidden under his coat, and a sword strapped to his shoulder. He was a child soldier, by choice or by force, none of them knew, but they were going to find out fairly soon. Nebulous eyes scanned over each prisoner, studying their wide-eyed expression at seeing what could only be Lotor’s son. From the skin tone, to the shape of his ears, to the eyes, Atlas was well aware he was a splitting image of his father.

At that thought, his nose twitched in a concealed snarl, “Where is he?”

No one said a thing, still reeling at the fact that Lotor, Emperor Lotor, had a family and never told his allies.

“Where is Lotor? Where is my Papa?” he asked again, impatience growing in his voice, “I know he was with you traitors at Daibazaal.”

“Hey, Lotor was the traitor - “

“He’s gone. Lotor is...he is dead,” Allura interrupted, forcing the truth on him without thinking of her words, “We couldn’t save him.”

After a moment of heavy silence, Atlas frowned then pulled out his dagger from its sheath. It glowed a bright purple along the metal vines, but the meaning behind it was lost to those in the room. He was the only one who knew what that meant, yet the young boy had his own doubts clouding his mind. Lance took a step forward, body guarding the Altean woman from the threat of danger. Of course, that wouldn’t stop Atlas from spitting his words to open ears.

“You’re lying.”

“Look, we tried to save him, but he was too far gone,” Keith tried to explain, the guilt still fresh in all of their hearts, “Your father made his choice - “

“You’re lying!” Atlas yelled, silencing him from speaking any further with dismissive swipe of his hand, “You could’ve saved him. You should’ve saved him. You’re gonna wish you did!”

His brows scrunched in raw anger. The teen pointed his weapon at Allura, knowing damn well she was the most important person of the gang. Yes, his father talked about her, about how her “special powers” would be the key to ending the war. The key to ensuring a safe future for him and Mama and…

What a load of bullshit that was.

“Hurting us won’t bring back your dad,” the green Paladin spoke up, but her words fell on deaf ears, “He’s...he’s gone. You have to believe us.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like Lotor to just be gone,” Ezor argued, “Where is he really?”

“Tell me where you left him, or I’ll…” Atlas’ hand started glowing with magic, electrifying magic that Allura knew specific few who were worthy could receive.

He was chosen. This kid was granted the secrets of Oriande, the ancient Altean magic passed down for generations by her people. And now, now Allura felt a sinking mix of feelings stir in her very soul. Zarkon’s grandson was worthy. A boy with Galra blood was worthy. Something akin to betrayal bit her heart. Lotor wasn’t accepted, but this child was? No way. No way was she anything like...like that traitor’s son.

Why would Altean magic be shared with a murderous, blood-thirsty race?

The door opened once more, this time a firm command of “Atlas” breaking the tense situation. Almost immediately, his eyes fell to the floor and his weapon lowered, a motherly hand perching on his stiff shoulders. A gentle squeeze told him to back down. That’s enough, my son. Let me handle it from here. You shouldn’t be here. Not in the condition you were in. You ushered him to your side as you faced the Paladins, the supposed “allies” of the Empire. Of your husband.

“Empress, you shouldn't be up,” Zethrid cautioned, letting you use her elbow for support, “I insist you retreat back to your quarters. We can get the information out of them.”

“I’m sure you can, Zethrid, but we don’t have the time for idle talk,” You felt Atlas shyly wrap his hand around yours, “Besides, I would like to personally face my husband’s attackers.”

And face them you did. Eyes tired and heavy, burdened from forced sleep to ensure your health, and the large, protruding belly telling the Paladins all they needed to know. You were Lotor’s wife. And you were very, very much pregnant. It looks likes the Altean Colony wasn't the only well-kept secret Lotor hid from the Paladins. And rightfully so, too. If his enemies knew about his family, you and your son would be used as a weak spot. With your daughter on the way, it was absolutely critical to keep you and Atlas safely hidden.

Although, after a year of silence, it was you who decided to run. Take your boy with you. Rely on Lotor’s most trusted generals to care for you. That was when you knew something went terribly wrong, when all three of them arrived at your ship tucked away in the far reaches of the universe. You took your son and fled under the protection of Acxa, Zethrid, and Ezor. You would have ran beyond the known universe had it not been Atlas demanding otherwise.

“Paladins. I wish I could’ve met you under different circumstances, but considering the situation at hand, I think now is a good of time as any to reveal myself,” you took a deep breath, “I apologize about the restraints, but they are a necessity.” Keith hooded his eyes in suspicion, “Just like it was a necessity you had to capture us?”

“You fled when we sent you a neutral transmission. Then, you attacked us when we gave chase. I would’ve welcomed you as guests if you came peacefully, but Acxa did inform me that Voltron tends to face diplomacy with retaliation.”

So, you knew about...that.

Closing your eyes, you tried to calm that rising irritation from gaining control, “Look. I'm not here to kill you. Why would I do that when I need your help? When the universe needs your help? The Empire needs Lotor to return. His family needs him.”

“We helped put a tyrant on the throne, we will NOT be doing it again.” Allura let that mistake happen once and her naiveness cost her more than she can recover, “Lotor is a murderer. Asking us to bring him back so he can continue his reign would cost innocent lives. He killed my people and lied about it, not just to me, but to all of us.”

“So, you see fit that his people suffer the same fate? People like me? Like my son and unborn?” you questioned icily at her, guiding Atlas behind you to hide from her cruel words, “I know about the Colony. I know that you are all wrong about what took place there. And I will tell you this now, Allura, you no longer have a kingdom to rule.”

“How dare you! You have no right - “

“The Colony has been destroyed, as well as the rest of the Alteans. It’s been three years since the disappearance of Voltron and Emperor Lotor. Both of your absence gave people like Honerva a chance to come crawling out of the hole and gain power,” you kept eye contact with her, seeing her resolve slowly taking in the information, “ She chose to control New Altea, chose to exploit them in Lotor’s name. And those who rejected her, those who were loyal to Lotor, were slaughtered. New Altea is no more. They had no one to protect them.”

Yes, Allura lost more than she could ever recover. She lost the potential of a new home. No. No, she can still save them, save those working with Honerva. Right? Voltron can. They have the power to save them. They were the Defenders of the Universe, defenders of everyone. It just hasn't clicked in her head yet that the title includes protecting Alteans and Galrans, too. The very idea that her Alteans would be so easily swayed to the dark side left her gritting her teeth in anger.

“What did you think would happen after you killed my husband? Did you honestly believe for a second that peace will suddenly wash over the 10,000 years of slavery and everyone will be saved?”

Allura narrowed her eyes. Why should she believe some Galra nobody? You could be lying to her, to them, just like Lotor.

Before she was able to argue against you once more, you raised a hand to silence her. Now, you switched your somber gaze to the humans.

“New Altea was not the only one that fell. Earth has been enslaved by Sendak and the Coalition has gone underground with the Blades of Marmora,” your eyes fell to the ground after hearing the surprised gasps from them, “I’m sorry. I...couldn’t save everyone.”

“Shay? What about Shay? And the Balmera?”

“My father is - no, that can't be. The Olkaris? Are they - is Matt okay? Is my brother safe?”

“Puigians? Taujerians? The Arusians?”

The only answer they received was a shake of your head, “I saved who I could. Gave them refuge on a planet far from anyone's reach.”

“Where? We must gather our forces and keep fighting,” Allura boldly asked, “They need our protection now more than ever.”

“I can’t disclose their location to any of you.”

“You have to tell us, they need to know Voltron has returned - ”

“For their safety, I can and will deny you that information. The universe is not safe enough for them. Their numbers are small and if you understand how the military works in the Galra Empire, you would know that their armed forces are severely limited,” you sent her a look of disapproval, “Paladins, you all seem to be missing the bigger picture here. Lotor needs to be back on the throne to reunite the Empire. Innocent lives will only keep dying as long as warlords like Sendak are free to raze any planet they want to supply their fleet.”

“I will not give Zarkon’s son that power again,” Allura flicked her hateful gaze to Atlas, knowing full well that her threat extended to Zarkon’s grandson as well.

He seethed back at her with his own venomous glare, frowning at this Altean lady his father spoke so highly of.

“...Ezor, take Atlas and wait outside,” the command was laced with hidden contempt, murderous contempt, “Now. Clearly, King Alfor didn’t raise his daughter with proper mannerisms.”

They left at your order, but Atlas’ spite kept brewing deep in his chest. Right when the door closed behind you, the air became chilly with your piercing, judgmental glare aimed at the princess. It was Shiro who sensed it first, sensed that Allura’s words once again got the best of her in times of stress. Keeping a leveled head was not what the heart of Voltron does.

He pushed off the wall, catching your attention, “Empress, I apologize for the misunderstanding - “

“Don’t fucking protect her.”

Shiro recoiled and shut his mouth, all of them did. Not daring to speak out of place when their lives were on the line, when that demand not only spoke of power, but of experience.

“She insulted Lotor and my son in front of me. Don't you dare fucking protect her. Wake up, princess. If you want that title, you better start acting like you were raised to be one,” the words cut deep and you knew how to use your voice to do the right amount of damage, courtesy of Lotor, “Because from what I’ve seen and what generosity I have extended to you and your allies, you are nothing but a sheltered brat with a gun daddy gave you.”

All forms of decorum dropped because, deep down, you weren’t raised in royalty. You weren't raised in the courts or taught the same things Lotor did as a child. You were treated less than average because of the circumstances you were born in. But that was then and now, now you had no reason to take the same bullshit treatment from other people, especially another royal who couldn’t see past the surface of your skin.

“Lotor is not Zarkon. And that tyrant is not Atlas’ grandfather. Do not ever say such a wretched thing about my family again,” you warned without an ounce of regret, “It would help you and your friends in the long run if you can get that through your pretty little head. You should be ashamed of yourself, ashamed of how you speak to me.”

Not as an Empress, but as another person pushing through this war.

This time, it was Coran who came to the princess’ defense, her stunned silence greatly worrying the family adviser. And, he won't lie, the insult you threw about her own upbringing in the court? It rubbed him the wrong way completely. Perhaps she was misguided, but that’s why he was here to help her along the way. Allura was still growing, learning. She was allowed to make mistakes.

“Your Highness, we don’t want any trouble. We want the same goal: universal safety. Surely there is a way to settle this peacefully?”

“That time has come and gone. It’s obvious she sees Lotor as nothing more than an evil monster and, by relation, me as well. Isn’t that right, Allura?” you placed your hand on your belly, feeling a little weak from all these complications, “Your racist views are not the first to be spat in my face. And you all let her get away with this close-minded luxury.”

Now, when you brought up the others in her shame, she finally found the courage to argue back, “The Galra destroyed my home. You have no idea what it was like, knowing everything you grew up with was gone! My mother, my father - “

“Shut up!”

Your voice held an immeasurable amount of sadness, of fury, half towards them and half towards the already deceased Zarkon.

“Zarkon destroyed your home! Zarkon destroyed mine! Zarkon tore families apart for over 10,000 years!” you scolded, not as a mother, but as that angry and scared and isolated person fleeing from being hunted, “It’s time you realize that you were not the only one personally attacked by him. Living through that is not something I plan on going through again, not for me and not for my children. But based on your actions, all of your actions, you are closely following his footsteps.”

Are they going to let Atlas and his sister be ripped apart from their father? Would they condemn Lotor’s family because of the actions of another? Did Allura truly find every life valuable?

That was what did it. Allura bit her bottom lip, shame choking her throat. It was bad enough that this was happening in front of her allies, where she was supposed to be the strong one, the one raised with leadership, but your words were impossible to push out. She couldn't forgive Zarkon. Couldn’t forgive the Galra. It was already too ingrained in her soul. Forgiveness was never an option and she knew this would be her downfall.

“How dare you compare her to him. Allura has done nothing but take down Zarkon from his reign on the throne,” Lance yelled back, “Or did you forget that he destroyed other planets, too?”

“And what was your plan after that, huh? What did you plan on doing for the displaced slaves? The Galra who suffered under his rule as well? Or would you have had them all killed?” you pressured them to answer, dared them to speak what was truly in their hearts, “Would Voltron have slaughtered every Galra they come across because they were associated with Zarkon?”

Krolia stepped in besides her son, knowing the topic of race was getting to the both of them, “That’s not how this works. We would’ve peacefully dismantled the Empire’s regime with as little deaths as possible. The princess trusted the Blades, there’s no reason she would not extend that trust to the innocent Galra.”

“I beg to differ,” you scoffed, “You think you’re safe?”

Krolia faced you, this time as a mother, as a Galran mother protecting her own family.

“You think because you side with them that you would be exempt from suspicion? No. No, I know how the Blades work and I know that after the Empire would’ve been wiped out, your clan would be next. It doesn't take much to pin the stereotypes of the few on the individual. You’d be a downright fool to think otherwise. As long as you have purple skin, you are a potential threat and a target in her eyes.”

“That’s not true!”

“Isn’t it? Then tell me right now, if I looked like her,” you nodded to Romelle, “Would you have treated me and my son with your idiotic hostility?”

This was too much for you. You were weak standing up for so long, talking for so long, stressing for so long. You went through childbirth once without Lotor, you will not do it again. Not without your husband to witness the first cries of his second offspring. For him to hold and cherish and protect. You brought a hand up to rub at the temples of your crown, trying to soothe the headache forming there. You wanted to keep your own views out of this, out of everything that happened in your life and in Lotor’s, but now those views were being forced upon Atlas because of a princess who couldn't control her tongue.

And you knew damn well Atlas had his own misguided opinions when it came to the Galra, to Zarkon, to Alteans, and now, to Voltron.

“Don’t spread your hatred to my son. He already sees Voltron as the enemy, already knows the prejudices that comes with being part Galran,” and, oh, it hurt to speak those words out loud, “I don't care about your views. Any of your views. Whether you agree with me or not is none of my concern. Right now, you are going to prove that you truly, honestly, want that title of Defenders of the Universe by bringing back my husband.”

“We told you, he’s dead. He couldn't have possibly survived in the Rift.”

“He’s alive. I know it,” but did you really? “I leave you with this option to save the future. The Paladins can depart when they are ready, when they all have a clear, unbiased goal in mind.”

Yes. Yes, you were looking at Allura specifically, but you knew your last sentence extended to each and every one of them.

“I would like say this reminder: I am not here to harm any of you, but if you attack my ship and endanger my son, I will not show mercy a second time.”

“Wait...wait, you’re letting us go?” Hunk’s relieved tone mirrored many of the others, “Just like that? No torture, no pain, no nothing? That’s…”

“No. I am letting the Paladins go. Everyone else stays with me,” your eyes drifted over to Shiro, Coran, Krolia, and even Romelle, “We have some political issues to discuss. Unless this is settled, I can not protect you against the laws of the Galra Empire. Not even Voltron is above justice.”

You turned towards the door and glanced once more over your shoulder, taking note of Allura’s tear-streaked face. Oddly enough, with how much Lotor embellished her, put her on a pedestal as the one who can supply endless quintessence to the dying worlds, you truly saw her as nothing more than a pitiful girl who was thrown into a war unprepared. Sadly, she wasn’t the only one. Sadly, she made all the wrong choices.

“And frankly, if you don't ensure Lotor’s return, I am not against the execution of the Emperor’s assassins.”

Swords clashed as Atlas parried against his father’s swing. The broadsword took both of his hands to hold since it was much too big for him now. That wouldn’t hinder him from his lessons, though. His training was important, both for survival and for protecting you should the time come. Atlas had big shoes to fill and he was going to do it right. With a struggling grunt, he used his smaller body to his advantage and slid under Lotor’s spread legs, surprising him for a split second.

That split second was all it took for Atlas to knock his father down onto his front and pull out the moon blade from his sheath. He held it precariously close to his neck, claiming victory over this sparring session.

“Very good, son, very good. Always use everything you have to turn the tide of the battle,” he spoke, smiling proudly despite the sharp knife pressing against his throat, “You are getting stronger every day, warrior.”

Atlas released his Papa, letting him rise to his feet and turn to face his opponent. His approving smile, the matching armor, even the way he clasped his hand in pride all felt real. But he wasn't actually here. Artificial intelligence isn’t a replacement for the actual thing and maybe that thought sitting in the back of Atlas’ mind made him spiteful. Upset. He avoided looking up at Lotor and instead kept his solemn gaze glued to the floor.

The hologram frowned at the despondent expression, “What is wrong, little star?”

Little star. It hurt his chest hearing that since it felt too real when his logical mind told him that, no, that light standing before him wasn’t his father. He was fake. Uploaded to the computer main system just in case something happened to him. And now, that something happened, and Atlas realizes he hates this. He hates sparring with this...this illusion.

He hated it because he felt alone again. Like those days he would ask “Mama, where is Papa?” on Planet Falerd. Like those times he would watch other children run to their father’s open arms with happiness and child-like glee. Like those painful nights he would hear his own mother, hear you, sobbing and whispering for Lotor in grief. Atlas likes to think he knew how to read his own feelings for someone his age, knew he could control himself better than anyone else.

It was something he looked up to about his Papa. But right now, when that illusion knelt down and studied him with concern and worry, Atlas finds that he hates him. Not only did Lotor hurt him by disappearing to fuck knows where, he hurt you. Again. He left his family alone, left them to run and hide like before. Except, this time, this time Atlas wouldn’t let you do it. This time, he wanted his father to be held responsible, whether he vanished of his own free will or not.

“My son, please. Speak to me, I am here for you.”

“But you’re not, are you?” he muttered, “Not really. You’re gone.”

“Oh...Atlas, come here.”

The teen sat cross-legged on the floor as the hologram took his spot behind him, caging his body with a false sense of security. The scenery around them changed then, white powdery snow and tall trees hibernating all around. He remembers this. That cold place, the tree where he got himself stuck at the way top. Atlas recalls the fear he had in his tiny body back then. He recalls the relief he felt when Lotor had carefully carried him down.

He sniffled, the tough warrior facade cracking with every tear threatening to spill down his cheek, “You said you wanted to stay here, with us. With me and Mama. And now you’re gone. You’re such a liar, Papa…I hate you. I hate you so much.”

The hologram stayed silent at those words, those three little words he knew he deserved. This AI was no replacement for a real father. Atlas deserved to hate him for what has transpired these past three years. Three years that the real Lotor, wherever he may be, will never get back. Mistakes were made and, just like before, nothing would excuse a father for leaving his family when they needed him the most.

“Papa is coming back,” Lotor encouraged, “He will always come back for you and your mother.”

“You don't have to lie to me. I know you’re...you’re…”

Dead.

The AI sighed, recognizing where this depression was stemming from, for he himself had gone through it several times before. But this was not about him, this was about Atlas, and if there is anything he can do to raise his son in a life better than his own, then he would do it. Lotor would use his knowledge, his experience with that dark shadow to guide his child to the light.

“Atlas, show me the blade.”

He did as told and still, to this very day, it was strongly glowing. Not once since he had it, since Lotor found them on Planet Falerd, has it flickered or died out. Lethal, sharp, and threatening like any expertly crafted weapon. But to Atlas, it was more than a weapon. It was proof. Evidence that his father was alive somewhere out there. But there was that doubt scratching the back of his mind. Doubt that, well, maybe this was just some glowing chemical that never died out.

“What do you see?”

“It’s glowing…” “And what does that tell you, son?”

“Papa, it’s just a dagger - “

“What does the dagger tell you?”

Atlas sighed, heart heavy and despising all of this. Why did his father always have to be difficult?

“What does the quintessence tell you, Atlas?” Lotor asked once more, “What did I tell you about the quintessence in there?”

“That it’s connected to your life and your love for Mama…”

“Not just your Mama, Atlas. For you, too. For my family.”

Atlas sniffled again, bringing the tip of his cloak up to wipe at his wet tears.

“I love you, Atlas. You and your mother. I found my way to the both of you once, I can do it again. I can do it as many times as needed, I promise you that. I will be coming back,” Lotor’s voice held that same conviction in them when he agreed to be his father so long ago, “And when I return, you can hate me as much as you want. You can yell and fight and ignore me. Anything for your forgiveness, my son.”

That’s when Atlas realized something. Yes, yes, he does hate his father, but more importantly, he wanted him back in his life. He wanted to be a family again. Was he spoiled to desperately want that small sense of comfort? Was it okay to be angry when it was taken away from him? Was all of this...was it fair for him?

The boy turned around and hugged Lotor, burying his face in his neck and silently cried. He was scared of being alone again. He was scared of his father truly being gone from existence. He was scared of growing up without him. Atlas was just a kid. He wasn’t ready to be anything more than that right now.

“Just come home alive, Papa.”

Lotor hooded his eyes sadly at his trembling son then squeezed him back, hugging him with all the emotions an AI could possibly express.

“I promise, Atlas. I promise.”

#lotor x reader #paladins be drinking that dumb bitch juice #as usual #spacestories

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starfaring-princelotor · 5 years

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Historic Significance

Summary: Prince Lotor glimpses at what his heart desires, yet he can not help but wonder if it is true or a skewed figment of his imagination.

Pairings: Lotor x F!Reader

★ Disclaimer: I do not ship Lotura and I kindly ask that this story to not be tagged as Lotura. This is a Lotor x Reader/Self-Insert OC story which is in no way related to Allura at all. Please be respectful of my chosen pairing. Thank you. ★

Warnings: Blood.

Future Sight___Historic Significance___No Time Like the Present___Thinking Ahead ___Best Friends

Lotor clinked the mugs then cheered with his fellow teammates, the drink inside sloshing with the rough movement. Simultaneously, they chugged together and reveled in the warm butterbeer heating up their bodies. They needed this, all of them, in order to play Quidditch at their top form in the middle of winter. Those winds were as merciless as Slytherin’s Head of House, Dayak.

“Zethrid, try to send a Bludger towards that Lance fellow. A little birdie told me he has not quite recovered from his cold yet, so expect him to be weak in the air. Ezor and Acxa, keep to the quaffles, though watch yourself with their team captain, Shiro. He has gotten stronger since last game and I would hate to see any of you fall off your broom from a - “

The Prince’s attention snapped to the flapping drapes as your face peeked in through the slit, eyes searching for who he could only assume was him. Once you spotted his tall self, you grinned and waved eagerly while granting yourself permission to enter. Technically, no one but Slytherin were allowed in. Though, judging by the looks of his teammates, they certainly won’t be ratting you out to anyone.

Friendly visits should be allowed, anyways.

“In any case, do not break formation if a Bludger chases me. I can handle it. Now, pardon me,” he excused himself from the group then approached you with a raised brow, “Hm. Last I checked, you were not on Slytherin’s team roster this season, little Ravenclaw.”

“Pfft, what? I can’t come and wish you guys luck?” you peered over his shoulder, shouting an encouragement to his team, “By the way, good luck out there you guys! I’ve got 5 galleons on you!”

A round of chuckles came from Zethrid and Ezor, two of your pals who knew that if you did win that bet, then you would at least treat them out for a job well done.

“A peculiar way to boost morale among my team,” Lotor grinned, leaning his chin on the edge of his broom, “Thank you, dear. It does them good.”

“Ah, I’m not done. This,” you shuffled closer to him to use his body as a barrier from prying eyes then pulled out a sizable rock from your pocket, the smooth oval stone fitting perfectly in your palm, “is for you.”

The plain stone, it was emitting a very faint orange color.

“It’s a thermal stone. Something to keep you warm so you don’t freeze your ears off up there,” a tone of pride was laced in your voice, “I checked the rule books and technically, it’s not illegal. I doubt those garbs are enough to prevent frostbite anyways.”

Lotor was staring at your face while you spoke, only half paying attention to the rock in your hand. His mind was more preoccupied with the fact that you were willingly giving him this thoughtful gift for...for what reason? He was well-adapted to the cold, so was this a sort of repayment for earlier in the forest? Or were his eyes playing tricks on him and that blush on your cheeks was caused by something other than winter’s kiss?

“I want this back when the game’s over,” he accepted it and noticed that it instantly warmed his entire body, better than any butterbeer could do, “It’s my favorite stone.”

Despite Lotor’s different eye colors compared to the other students, he had very sharp vision. It helped in useful situations, like catching the Golden Snitch or noticing you in the far distance, but it only worked if he was mindful of his surroundings. As of now, the game was over, and Slytherin had won. As expected. No injuries, thank goodness, yet as he laid in bed with that stone in his hand, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to what he saw in your hand.

Or rather, in your palm. There was a old, jagged scar, like it was cut with broken glass or a piece of ripped steel.

Sure, Lotor had his own scars. Several, in fact, but his were from fights and battles and training incidents. Maybe you accidentally cut yourself picking up broken shards? Or was it inflicted by a sharp talon when you tried to handle your owl? Questions, questions, yet no answers. The stone was still warm, after all this time, and his tired body curled in a crescent shape, ready for a comfortable rest to claim his aching muscles.

In his dream, he saw the moon, the stars, and a blue haze noisily fighting against the never-ending darkness.

“Ah, Prince Lotor, perfect timing. Please escort this unruly student back to the Ravenclaw wing.”

You were looking down in shame, one hand rubbing your elbow as to preoccupy yourself from paying attention to the professor outright embarrassing you in front of Lotor. The halls were empty and he, himself, was on his way back to the Slytherin chambers. That is, until he passed the library. Any students out this late was only looking for trouble.

Lo and behold, he found you.

“Yes, professor. I will make sure she arrives safely.”

Part of you wanted to grumble, but 50 points was already taken from the Ravenclaw house, and you know you will never hear the end of it once news spread to your other housemates. Lotor held his arm out, offering you to step ahead of him, as the two of you walked further and further away from the archives. It was only until the both of you were out of earshot did you finally speak up.

“I wasn’t gonna take any of the books or nothing,” you were pouting slightly at your confession, “I mean, it’s not like I can anyways. They’re enchanted.”

“You were in the forbidden section?” now, that impressed him, “What ever for? You know very well those books are not for student’s eyes.”

“I was looking for info on...mmf…” you mumbled, crossing your arms in a childish fit, “...We’re friends, right? I can trust you, right?”

In any other circumstance with any other person, he would have mocked you thoroughly. However, right now, he found himself genuinely fascinated with the hidden reason why you would willingly keep on breaking school rules. Were Ravenclaws known to be such rebels? That is something he expected more from Keith, if he was to be honest. Slowly, Lotor pulled out that stone from his pocket, now cold and bland, then offered it back to you.

Instantly, your eyes lit up as your suspicions faded, hand gladly accepting your favorite rock back.

“...You heard of the Mirror of Erised?”

“Ah, yes. I heard it was once at this school until it was moved, no?”

“Yes, but…” you shifted your glance around, making sure no one but him was listening, “I heard they destroyed it. Or tried to. It just broke into large pieces.”

It was then that you pulled out a folded cloth, footsteps halting as the windows filtered in the night’s moonlight. Lotor turned to face you completely in curiosity while careful fingertips unraveled the handkerchief you pulled out of your pocket. It wasn’t until the glint of a mirror winked at him did he freeze stone-cold. No...that was impossible. Surely this was just a piece of glass from any mirror, right? But judging by the knowing look on your face, it was the real thing.

“Is that what I think it is?” he asked in a hushed whisper, definitely more piqued now.

“Yes. My father collects rare artifacts and he somehow got a piece of the mirror,” it reflected the passing grey clouds as the both of you hovered over it, “I wanted to see if the rumors were true.”

Deep down, Lotor should report you immediately to the headmaster for carrying an illegal magical item on the school grounds. This was beyond him, beyond marching in the Slytherin tent, beyond waltzing in the forbidden forest by yourself. You could lose your wand, you could go to Azkaban for even possessing such a thing in the first place. And, just by what you told him, it wasn’t even YOURS.

You stole an illegal magical item from your own father.

“Wanna see if it works?”

“We should absolutely not be doing this,” he hissed, ushering you into a darkened corridor and blocking the entrance with his back, “It is called the Mirror of Erised for a reason. Do you not understand what you have in your possession right now?”

“Lotor, I’m not going to die from looking into it, I’ve done it before,” you could hear the alertness in his tone and, perhaps, he was right to be cautious, “Many times, but I never...saw anything. The books said that a spell was cast over it to prevent the mirror from working properly.”

Oh, he was so interested in seeing what would reflect in that mirror. After a moment of silence, he gave you some space and narrowed his eyes, just about ready to scold you some more. But, another part of him, a darker part, was tempting him. Dark arts was something he was very fascinated about. His mother studied it, his father utilized it, and he did want to master it as well. Though, not for destruction as many would believe.

This forbidden mirror, well, it called to him.

“What else did you find out?”

Your shoulders slumped in ease, now relaxed that he wouldn’t get you in trouble, at least not yet, “It only works under a blue moon and, if I’m correct, there is one tonight.”

“Ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath as you offered the mirror to him, “You are sure this is the real mirror?”

“Yes, I doubt my dad would be easily fooled.”

You, however, he would definitely call a fool.

Lotor carefully picked up the mirror then held it up besides the window, moonlight reflecting off the sleek surface. At first, his eyes could only see himself in the small fragment. Silver hair, deep shade of lavender skin, glowing yellow sclera, and nebulous eyes stared right back at him. Nothing out of the ordinary stuck out and, just as he was about to give it back to you, his reflection...smiled.

And Lotor has never seen himself smile like that before, like he was comfortable. Happy. Free.

He would say this was an odd phenomenon to see himself in this alternate universe of sorts. It was even more strange when, out of the tiny mirror, your face appeared besides his, just as joyful and - dare he say - in love as his own. He knows that look. Seeing you wear it so care-freely around him struck a resonating chord in his heart. Lotor couldn’t lie to himself that this right here? This scene of you planting a soft, adoring kiss on his dotted cheek? It made his soul yearn in aching want.

“Well? Do you see anything?” you asked across from him and, cheeky bastard, his reflection winked knowingly at him before giving you a full, open-mouthed kiss, slick tongue and all.

Lotor could do two things right now. Tell you the truth and incite an awkward wedge between your slow-growing friendship or lie and make sure you never fall victim to the Mirror of Erised.

“I saw…” it took all his strength to drop his hand, keeping the mirror out of his eyesight, “I saw my future. I was with someone I deeply care about.”

Instantly, your expression lit up, but not because of what Lotor said. You were ecstatic that it worked. It was definitely worth the risk, the 50 points from Ravenclaw, the small, optimistic obsession hidden behind your eyes. You reached out for it, intending to take your turn with the mirror, but Lotor stepped away from you, earning him a questioning stare.

“I can’t believe it really is - Hey, it’s my turn, give it here,” you reached again, but this time he gripped your wrist from snatching the mirror shard.

“Stop,” he ordered, using that infamous leadership tone of his, “You can not look in it. It is not safe - “

“Lotor, give it back,” you tried wrenching your arm from him, but his hold was firm, “It’s not yours, anyways!”

“Listen to me. This is too dangerous, I can not let you do this. Whatever you see in it, whatever you want to see, it is not real,” he tried to reason with you, knowing that his own vision already deeply affected his psyche, “Do you not understand? This is what the mirror does. It makes you want things that can not happen.”

For a moment, you only looked at him with a blank slate. Then, a seething, hateful glare.

“I don’t care, Lotor. You don’t know - I need to see - “ finally, you yanked free from his grip, “How do you know about my future?”

There it was again. That hopeful look, but it was heavily laced in your desperate tone, and Lotor eased his shoulders down at how small, how vulnerable you sounded. How you stared at him with a mixture of uncertainty, disappointment and, yes, a smidge of betrayal.

“How could you possibly know?”

He didn’t have an answer for you because, well, how could he possibly explain that the future was not set in stone, yet vehemently deny that there was a chance of you two being...happy together? It was hypocritical of him to assume such things, but deep down, he understood that was exactly how the Mirror of Erised works. It would be irresponsible of him to let you fall to its power.

Lotor hadn’t realized it until he opened his palm, but he was gripping the mirror so hard, it had cut into his skin.

“I do not know what the future holds, what your future holds,” he gently cupped your hand, inwardly kicking himself when he saw you flinch, yet you ultimately let him place the blood-tinged mirror in your palm, “But I know that this mirror will prevent you from truly seeing what lies ahead of you.”

You hated how right he was and now, that dash of hope lingering in your heart was snuffed out like a candle in the wind. There was a reason why you wanted to see the future. As with anyone, you wanted to know if things would be okay. If things would turn out for the better as long as you kept true to the path laid out for you. As long as you let fate control your actions, your words, your very life. Lotor noticed the fire in your spirit wane and he covered your hand with his larger one, both to show support and to shield the reflection from your eyes.

“You must return this to your father. Get it off the castle grounds before someone else finds it,” his eyes implored you to listen because, well, he was already breaking the rules and he hoped you knew this was for not just the school’s safety, but for yours, too, “Do you understand?”

Your eyes were still locked onto his hand, covering what you so desperately wanted to peer in.

“Look at me.”

And once you did, Lotor could see the rim of your eyes shimmer with unshed tears. No, you wouldn’t let them drop. You couldn’t. You weren’t just sad. You were angry. Frustrated. At life, at him, at how every time he was just coincidentally looking out for you. But most importantly? You felt alone. Even with your friend supporting you, right in FRONT of you, you felt terribly isolated again.

“...Okay. Okay, I’ll send it back tomorrow.”

It was no surprise that you had avoided him the next few days. Given the circumstances, perhaps that was the best choice of action for the both of you. Lotor's mind was still taunting him with that image he saw in the mirror. It was stronger at night, when he was asleep, and it even plagued his dreams. The worst part of it all? He liked it. He really liked it, when he knew he shouldn't.

Deep down, he knew being hopeful never worked well for him.

"-tor? Lotor? Hello, Earth to Lotor?"

He blinked when a pink hand waved an inch from his face, fully gaining his attention from his daydreaming state, "Yes, Ezor? What is it?"

"Class is over. The gals and I were wondering if you wanted to head to the sweet shop..." Ezor tilted her head, truly studying his far-away look, "Hey, you okay? You don't got a cold, do you?"

Lotor brought a hand up to his cheek, noticing right away they were unusually warm. No, not unusually. He knows why. He was having less than pure thoughts only moments before Ezor interrupted him. The Prince was fantasizing kissing you, marking your neck with his eager fangs, hands groping the heated flesh of your thighs, higher and higher, until his fingers reached the valley of your wet -

Perhaps a walk would do him well.

"It is nothing," he stood up from his seat, gathering his bag and hooking it over his shoulder, "Unfortunately, I must meet with Professor Alfor regarding an assignment. Though, if they have chocolate frogs in stock, do grab me a few. I would appreciate it."

With a playful two finger salute, she was gone in a blink, bouncing down towards the exit of the class where Zethrid was waiting for her. Lotor walked up to the wooden door on the adjacent side of the room then knocked three times. A soft "Come in" and he was turning the knob, allowing himself entrance into Professor Alfor's office. All around him were books, both ancient and new, and a few strange artifacts decorating around the room.

"Ah, Prince Lotor. Come, come, I just finished brewing coffee," Alfor, white hair tied back in a ponytail, motioned for Lotor to take a seat, "What can I do for you, my lad?"

The Prince nodded in thanks then picked up the teacup, blowing the steam wafting in the air, but not quite taking a drink yet, "I have a question regarding the final project for the class. I understand we are free to pick our chosen topic, but I wanted to check in with you first before dedicating myself to work."

"Of course. The Dark Arts are not for the light of heart and I am always willing to guide students if they need help. Tell me, what have you chosen?"

"I wish to know more about the Mirror of Erised."

"Ah, excellent choice, my Prince. Yes, yes, an innocent object enchanted by the most forbidden of spells," instantly, Alfor hummed in thought, "And I can see why this would be difficult to do research upon since any books pertaining to it are restricted from students."

Professor Alfor stood from his seat, marching to his bookshelf and scanning for one specific title, "Although, the historical aspects of the mirror are not restricted. I know I have one book here that covers almost all of its safer characteristics."

"Professor," Lotor spoke up, "I was actually wondering how it works and if those who gazed upon the mirror have ever been cured of it."

"Cured?" Alfor glanced back at the purple student before sitting across from him, placing the book on the desk, "Well, interesting question. To find a cure, one must understand how a disease works in the first place, no?"

Lotor gave the Professor his full attention now, coffee still left undisturbed.

"The Mirror of Erised works differently than most of the forbidden items known in magical history because it infects individuals in the mind. It does not cast a curse on the looker, rather, it simply amplifies the person's obsession. Many believe it shows the future, but in reality, it doesn’t do any of that. No one can tell the future, not even mystical objects. The mirror taints the mind by latching onto one person's deepest desires and forces them to fixate on false hope. That, my lad, is man's greatest downfall. Hope."

Alfor took a sip of his drink, eyes not once breaking from Lotor's gaze.

"Hope of what could be. Believe it or not, this ancient item has actually caused wars and won wars in the past. In some cases, just seeing oneself in the mirror bolsters their confidence. Keeps them eager to fulfill their destiny. On the other hand, it also clouds each person's morals and judgement compass. It poisons the mind and confuses those who look upon it. Makes them wonder who they truly are. They lose a part of themselves, the potential of who they could be."

Lotor was already connecting the pieces together.

"This is why there is no cure. At least, no overall cure. Many have tried potions, memory erasing spells, even resorting to magical creatures for a way to relieve one of their obsession. Although, I have heard of a few people who were able to break free from the mirror's hold. They denied their desires, their path laid out before them, even if the results were catastrophic in the end. However, from what I gathered, that required a great amount of will, something not everyone has within themselves."

The Prince finally sipped on his warm coffee, tongue tasting the bitterness of the drink.

"A will to change."

You sat besides him without saying a word. The mess hall was sparse with lingering students here and there, all either studying or enjoying a meal together. Lotor himself was currently eating a chicken pot pie, warm and fresh from the kitchen, but when you appeared, he halted and instead silently studied you. A few hair strands were out of place, it looked like you rushed through a shower, and the house scarf was messily skewed around your neck.

Tired. You looked so tired.

"It's gone," you spoke lowly, voice sounding more grave than he cares to admit, "I sent it back home. I don't have it anymore and I...I didn't look in it."

Lotor released a breath of relief he wasn't aware he was holding. He wasn't above bending the rules to his will, but that was only when his well-being was on the line. With others came more risk, something he didn't like at all. The Prince took notice of you staring at his food and, grabbing another fork, he offered you part of his meal. You were hesitant at first, unsure if you deserved to eat after what happened, but with an encouraging nod from the Prince, you dug in with him.

"My dear," he couldn't keep his studious eyes off you, "May I ask you a question?"

Something that has been bugging him for quite a while now. Something about your obsession with the mirror.

"What did you think you would have seen if you looked in the mirror?"

Your eyes glazed with sadness again, the same intense sadness from before, "...My family. My happy family."

Lotor was hidden behind his usual facade of stoicism. While he saw his own obsession with you in the mirror, he could only imagine how much more potent it would have been for you to see your loving family, despite whatever situation was clouding over your head at home. His own family wasn't the best and, well, he found himself unsure of what to even say to you.

Even if right now would be the perfect moment to make you rely on him for his own sick desires.

"Thanks for...for helping me," you murmured lowly, "I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry, Lotor. I said I wouldn’t drag you into trouble and I went - I know you’re my friend and you were looking out for me and - and I guess I was just..."

Stupid?

"No," he slid an arm around you, pulling you in for a small hug and lending you his shoulder, "You will be okay, darling."

You have him, that dark voice whispered in his mind.

You fully turned in his hold and embraced him in a complete hug, hiding your face in his chest. Twice now, twice he has been there for you, and you were ever so damn grateful to have a friend like him, someone to tether you when your wants got out of hand. Someone to not...shun you for mistakes. Someone who didn't abandon you when they learned more about you.

"Ahem..." he cleared his throat, his capacity for PDA already filling up quite quickly, and you pulled away a bit sheepishly, "Come. Eat. I am sure you will feel better, hm?"

The parchment in your hand felt heavy for something so thin. Your eyes re-read the little words scribbled elegantly across it as you stood by the bank of the water. It was chilly and, thankfully, your thermal stone was keeping you nice and toasy. Even so, you made sure to tuck your scarf securely around your neck, long cloak covering the rest of you.

Meet me by the Black Lake tonight.

★L★

Lotor had slipped this in your book before potions class had ended and, although you sent him a questioning glance, he gave you no response and simply left. Odd, but the silent secrecy is what truly made you step out into the night. It was interesting, thrilling, even. What did he have up his sleeve? Were you two going into the forest? Perhaps he took your invitation after all.

“Ah, I see you were finally able to drag yourself out of bed today.”

You turned to see the one and only Prince, the crunch of snow under his foot getting louder as he neared the pier. He, too, was layered with clothes, from his signature scarf down to his mittens, but what truly stuck out was what he was holding in his hand. It was was his broom, the one he uses in his Quidditch matches. Sleek, black, a lethal weapon all together.

“Very funny,” you crossed your arms, knowing he was lightly poking fun at you for letting your sadness lock you in bed for the last few days, “I just...needed time. To recover.”

Were his eyes...glowing? It was really an intimidating look in the shadow of the night.

Lotor clapped a hand on your shoulder and gave you a soft squeeze, “I know. And I think tonight will help you even more.”

“Let me guess. You forced me out here to watch you do tricks on your broom.”

“Actually,” he smirked then mounted his broom, “I wish to take you on a ride.”

Fresh, cold air was one thing, but flying through it was even more rejuvenating for the soul. At least, for his soul. You sent him a baffled gape, unsure if you heard him right the first time. Yes, Lotor legitimately asked you to sneak out so you could go for a joyride on his broomstick? Surely there were other things the two of you could’ve done to get you out of this heavy slump.

“Come now, just one. It will be good for you.”

“I, uh, have a fear of heights.”

“Then I shall stay low to the ground for you,” he countered, patting his open chest in offering, “You have my word, dear.”

You sighed at his logical persistence before stepping closer to fix yourself on the thin broom. Of course, you had to lean back against him to fully situate yourself and, well, Lotor did a good job letting you find your balance. Once your rump was flushed against his pelvis, he leaned forward a bit to tower over you, but also to cage you in his arms. Safety first, after all. He couldn’t have you tumbling down the moment he took off, now can he?

Plus...he won’t lie, it was kind of soothing to hold you against his body like this. The trust was tempering his unruly thoughts. Being this close, he could smell the minty shampoo you used on your hair mixed with a scent that was all you. Stay on track, Lotor. This is about giving you a good time. Keep those desires locked away.

“Prepare yourself,” he started a slow push forward with the broom, “Just try to relax. The more rigid you are, the easier it is to tip you.”

Besides, I have you in my arms, darling.

The lake water was barely a few inches away from the tips of your toes. It was...exciting, in a way. Lotor could see you gazing out across the dark surface, taking in the winter wonderland and white moon rippling across the reflection. He could feel your body physically begin to relax against him as the broom carried on its casual speed, calming you and, surprisingly, him as well. The Prince could...well, he could kiss you.

He banished the thought the split second it crossed his mind.

“Beautiful...” you were in awe, the crisp wind gently brushing your cheeks, “I can stay here forever.”

Warm. You were so warm, he could feel your heat seeping through his clothes.

“Learn how to fly and you can do this whenever you wish,” Lotor’s voice was so close to your ear, it sent a lovely shiver down your spine.

“I don’t know. I’m lazy, remember?” you smiled then fully leaned back, pushing your weight onto him and practically using his solid form as a comfortable wall to lean on, “Besides, it wouldn’t be the same.”

You hooded your eyes, gazing languidly into the blurred horizon while the billions of stars above twinkled in the night. If you made a wish, would it come true? If Lotor made a wish, could he believe it came true because of fate or by his own doing? He took a deep breath and ushered himself to relax, placing his chin on your shoulder while nearly cuddling you from behind. If his obsessive desires were strong enough, would they still feel honest?

#lotor x reader #mirror mirror on the wall #whats gonna fuck up lotor the most?#spacestories

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