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biqherosix · 4 years ago

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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 · 5 years ago

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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 · 6 years ago

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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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wata-art · 5 years ago

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These are illustrations for my group’s project for @lanceloveshipbang aka the Hey there Sharpshooter bang. Thank you for letting me be part of this experience! <3

Title: I Can’t Let You Slide Through My Hands Pairing: Lance x Keith Rating: Teens and up audiences Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

A wounded Lance finds himself separated from his team and kidnapped by a very angry Zethrid. How will Lance survive the most savage general of Lotor’s team, when he is already hurt and needs urgent medical care? Can his team find him before it’s too late?

I am very happy that I could work on this project. I was a little unsure at first, but once I started it, I honestly loved being the artist for this story. Thanks to @san-bika for writing this engaging story and to @enemytosleep that worked both as a beta reader and gave me advice on how to make the art better.

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Now a few words:

yes, Lance is paler than usual, because he is feeling very unwell. He is hurt pretty badly and in pain. I went for the realistic route here, making him go pale because he’s feeling sick.

I am still active, just mostly using Instagram instead!

#heytheresharpshooter #klance #lance #keith #voltron #Voltron legendary defender

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san-bika · 5 years ago

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Hey There Sharpshooter Bang Submission

This is my piece for the @lanceloveshipbang This was such a labor of love by everyone involved. I really hope you will check my team’s work and leave some feedback too!

Title: I Can’t Let You Slide Through My Hands

Pairing: Keith x Lance

Rating: Teens and Up

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Zethrid has lost her ship, her lover, her team, and her leader. When she sees the opportunity to bring Voltron to its knees, she takes it. And with Lance gone, Keith and the rest of the team have to figure out how to save him before it's too late.

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I want to thank my beta reader @enemytosleep for betaing this monster despite multiple delays on my end and for contributing their beautiful artwork to the story. I hope you'll check out their stories and art too!

I also want to thank my artist @wata-art for her sweetness and whipping up multiple pieces of beautiful art for this story. You can find her post for this story here and please be sure to check out her tumblr for her other work too!

It took hours of blood, sweat, and tears to get it all down and was a real labor of love. Please if you do read it, take a moment to share your thoughts below. If you feel I haven't tagged this correctly, or feel strongly about my story, please do message me or leave a comment below. Thanks for reading! And Happy Birthday to Lance!

#voltron lance #hey there sharpshooter #voltron keith #lance fanfiction #klance fic #lance fic #zethrid #lance whump

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galraluver · 4 years ago

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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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venushasvixens · 6 years ago

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More Than That ( Lotor x Reader)

So this is my first fic onto this blog, it didn’t take me long and I hope that doesn’t show on here.

Warnings: angst?? Bit of fluff

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“I’m shit. I’m complete shit.” You said. You huffed out a puff of air, breathing in slowly. Constantly working and failing had finally taken its toll on you, and one of the only ways to relieving stress was to talk to yourself, alone in your room.

On this particular day, you fucked up. Real bad. Enough for you to be yelled at by her highness, Allura, enough for angered glances by some of the Paladins of Voltron, and enough to contemplate shooting yourself into the deep, unknown vastness of space.

“Why am I..why am I so horrible??” You whispered, the pang of tears stung your eyes. Your shoulders shook, your emotions getting the best of you. You sobbed into your hands, the tears spilling onto your hands.

“I-I’m so worthless..” you cried. “I’m such a fuck up..”

Your heaving chest hurt so bad from all the emotional pain you were going through. The thought of being kicked out of Team Voltron crosses your mind, causing pangs of panic and hurt.

God, how can you mess this up anymore, how can you beg for forgiveness how can-

“You’re not.”

Your head shot up and looked around the room. You made out the shape of a tall figure in the illuminated darkness of your room. Out step Lotor, a worried and sombered look spread across his face.

He walked over to you, his hands out for you to hold onto. You looked at him, sniffling. You dropped your head, your quiet sobs still racking your body.

“Oh now, pet,” he knelt down, wiping away your tears, “please don’t cry anymore.” He pleaded, holding your face in his hands, shushing and rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs softly.

“You know how I hate seeing you upset. It pains me.” He said.

“I hate that you’re seeing me like this, so vulnerable, so weak..” you cried quietly. “I’m such a failure..”

A moment passed.

Lotor tilted your head up, his purple eyes meeting yours.

“If you are such a failure, you wouldn’t be here, would you?” Lotor said softly, rubbing the back of your head.

“You are by far are the most intelligent person I know. And darling, I’m not saying that to make you feel better. You really are, far more than I am.”

You raised your eyesbrows.

“Oh don’t give me that look. It’s true!” You smiled, a small chuckle emitted from you.

“There we go. That’s better.” He kissed your cheek softly. “Come here, love.” He said holding his arms out. He pulled your now calming body into his warm embrace, your head resting on his armored chest.

“Please don’t ever doubt yourself. You matter, especially to me.” Lotor comforted, resting his head on top of yours, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“You’re more than that. You’re more than you think. And that’s all that matters.”

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ao3feed-klance · 7 years ago

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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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disneygirl2202 · 6 years ago

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Stronger Than All (Keith x Reader)

Requested?: No

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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 · 6 years ago

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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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