#au lotor

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Olympic Games AU // Figure Skating

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I hate them!

Im squeezing them with my hands until they pop bro. UNTIL THEY POPPP

Also fanfic will be up once I get accepted into college (Ao3)

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@loturaweek2024 Day 5: Historical Period - Part 2

I want to be rid of these shackles, he wanted to say to her. To cease taking the lives of others. To pursue my own desires without any obligation, nor the guilt for wanting them.

I want it, but most of all… I want you.

You can read The Wolf Dog and His Blossom on AO3 here!! 💖��

[hypfden]

Fem lotor looks like a lesbian.

We like sketches?

[adobedragon]

"You would make me a tyrant."

"I would make you a Queen."

(Allura considered this and said, "Yes. Let's do this. Let's rule this place.")

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[oliveden]

you know what would be hilarious?

if keith starting to fall in love with lotor would be severe denial, very typical of him, having to deal with the fact that he's crushing on the prince of the galra empire and who also happens to be his boss. it takes him several years before any type of crush forms and even more time to actually acknowledge it.

but lotor just takes one look at keith, first time they meet, and is immediately down bad.

[kalolasart]

Lotura's date Modern AU

[galraluver]

Gonna be honest with u, I have a big kink for people with mommy issues because they're treating me like a fucking goddess (and i think you know who i am at this point, and this question is a little bit awkward now tbh, but i HAVE to ask this:)

Kolivan/Sendak/and two other galra (or not-galra) of your choice with mommy issues X dom[if possible!] momfriend reader?

And can you add their reactions if the reader calls them a "good boy/girl"?

Thx!

Yk i love your writing <3

I'm not really the best at this kind of thing and I'm probably getting this wrong, but I'll give it a try anyway.

😊💕✨️💖

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~ Kolivan ~

~ Kolivan had a mother when he was very young, but one day she disappeared and he never saw her again

~ Because of that, he grew up with mommy issues

~ Kolivan grew up without the gentle love of a mother, and even though he had a great relationship with his father he always felt that something was missing in his life

~ Until he met you, that is

~ You almost immediately know what's going on in this man's life as soon as you meet him and you take on the motherly role he never had growing up

~ Within a few months of his friendship with you Kolivan slowly becomes less cold and stoic

~ He will do anything for you just to hear you praise him

~ Loves being called a good boy, because it heals his soul

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~ Sendak ~

~ Sendak had both of his parents around during his childhood, but his mother was always dismissive towards him

~ She always preferred his sisters over him

~ And because of it, he ended up with mommy issues

~ Sendak secretly has self image issues and he's never sure how to treat women; he feels betrayed by his mother no matter how old he gets

~ Of course, that changes after he meets you

~ You treat him far better than his mother ever did and you're just so motherly,

~ After Sendak pours his heart out to you, you work on being the mother he deserves

~ With time, Sendak feels more complete and he's not as aggressive; he also treats you like a queen

~ Each time you tell Sendak he's a good boy, he shows his appreciation for you by giving you a hug while purring deeply

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~ Narti ~

~ Narti never really knew her parents because they abandoned her at an orphanage shortly after she was born

~ As you can imagine it caused some issues for her, especially mommy issues

~ She's secretly very anxious all the time until she meets you

~ You have a motherly aura and she's immediately drawn to you

~ For Narti, it feels as though she found a missing part of her life

~ She tries her best to be the best official unofficial daughter you could have ever asked for

~ And if you ever call her a good girl? Narti feels as though her life is truly complete

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~ Lotor ~

~ Lotor never really knew who his mother was when he was a child and it created some issues; mommy issues, mainly

~ He refuses to believe that Haggar is his mother even though she is, for him it's just easier to deny that fact

~ However, when Lotor gets to know you better he realizes how mother-like you can be sometimes

~ He treats you like a Goddess and he would never, ever do anything you wouldn't approve of

~ You think he's sweet and look out for him as much as you can

~ Whenever you call Lotor a good boy he finally feels truly loved

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Pomegranate

have a Lotor and mermaid!Keith

[trivojol]

Childhood friends (part1)

In this AU Keith is being raised in Zarkon's castle as the son of his loyal guard Krolia and is Lotor's only and best friend

Both of them are outcasts for being half Galras and share the same opinions about the ways the kingdom rules

They wish they could achieve peace one day...

♡Finally posted something for my best boys. Hope I can continue this

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Lotura Week 2024: Day 1, Fairytales and Mythology

The Jinni in the Bottle

Rated: T

Lotor sits upon the beach, the waves crashing over his bare calves as he holds the strange bottle in his trembling hands. Behind him, makeshift living quarters out of his prison pod gleam in the three suns. “Come on,” he breathes desperately.

His lavender skin is darkened from many days of little shade, his skin scarred from grappling with the sharp bark of the planet’s trees and the fanged sharks of the waters.

“I sense the power within,” he says. His voice carries an unsteady edge as he struggles to open the bottle. “Perhaps you are a lost belonging of other previously stranded souls on this gods-forsaken planet. A civilization like mine that knew quintessence.”

He has grown fond of speaking to inanimate objects. The nearby rock structure is now named Varzax, and the bottle itself is quickly cruising toward a name of its own.

(But if he cannot open the bottle, he may end up naming it Annoying.)

With his Galran strength, he crunches the metal top and wrenches it away, tossing it into the tide. But as he peers into the bottle, instead of seeing a Balmeran crystal or other quintessence-based artifact, all that flies in his face is pink smoke.

Lotor coughs, then his eyes widen as the smoke storms out more intentionally.

The next thing he knows, a warm and hard body slams him down into the tide, lithe figures crunching in on his throat.

His claws protract.

He swings to attack his strange new opponent—only for another hand to slam his arm down above his head, splashing the water hard.

Lotor stares up into purple and blue eyes from a beautiful, feminine face as soft thighs press against his hips.

His cracked lips drop open as his cheeks flame.

(Surely, he has lost his mind.)

The woman’s white curls tumble down her shoulders, her flowing shirt and pants glittering with royal finery. “A Galran,” she hisses, alto voice twisted in fear and hatred. “With the eyes of Zarkon. You must be of his blood.” She looks up in paranoia. “Are there more of you?”

Lotor struggles for words as the magical woman holds him down, the tide washing over them. “Ah,” he says in mild disbelief. “Apologies, I’ve only had conversation with rocks as of late. I thought you’d be a stone, a fragment of quintessence.” With a wily move and twist of his unnatural joints, he slips his wrist away from her sharp grip, only to pat her face. “And you are far too tangible to be a hallucination.”

She sputters against his fingers, jerking her face away.

With a huff, she grabs for his hand and forces it back down. “I am no hallucination,” she declares haughtily. “Emperor Zarkon imprisoned me in that cursed bottle after overrunning my planet, and I have sworn to annihilate his blood for it.”

A little at a time, Lotor’s sun-addled mind catches up with the blush across his face. “A jinni,” he whispers. “That is what you are. A demon who must grants wishes for the one who releases you.”

The magical being holding him down tilts her head, her eyes swirling with the power of entire universes.

Her lips quiver. “And you are blood of Zarkon.”

Lotor huffs at her, half-amused. “Are you to kill me then, or will you grant me a wish as the one who has freed you?” He searches her eyes. “Admittedly, a death by your hand would be far lovelier compared to life on this planet.”

Water crashes against her, spinning her white curls as she sits in the water beside him. “Is that a wish, then?”

Lotor sits up, rubbing his abused throat. His face remains flushed by the memory of her heat upon him. “No. I wish only to know your name.”

The word wish revs up the power that emanates from her, of its own accord.

She hesitates before whispering, “Allura.”

He leans his elbows on his knees, not quite caring that he sits in his underclothes before her, having long lost his shame. “Why did my father also abandon you here to die forgotten, Allura? I wish to know it.”

Allura grows more apprehensive the more he uses the word wish. “I was a princess once,” she says, voice halted. “When he—when he invaded, I…gave up my mortal life in exchange for great power. But it came at great cost and with unusual weaknesses.”

Lotor searches her face again. “Yes, jinnis are easily captured and manipulated, according to legend.” His head tilts. “And yet also devious and wily."

She scoots away from him, as if suddenly realizing he is a man. “You will not wish for me to perform any sordid acts for you, son of Zarkon,” she demands in fear. "For the legends are true that jinnis make many regret their wishes."

He quirks an eyebrow at her.

And then tiredly, he leans his long arms on his knees and says, “Allura of the Djinn, I release you of the conditions that bind you to me. Your presence alone has given me my heart’s desire, which is simply to hear a voice besides my own.”

In that moment, the universe resettles around her, markings upon her face and arms lighting a bright pink before softening once more. She closes her eyes, her throat tightening with deep emotion. “You would release me so easily? Am I not some…some asset that your father wanted you to find?"

Lotor turns to glance out at the horizon, placing a hand over his eyes to block out the sun. “My father marooned me here after I turned against him. I suspect after his many years of pillaging planets, he forgot that he also left you here.”

Allura stares back at the crashed prison pod and clothes hanging to dry from a makeshift wooden structure. She swallows hard and repeats, “You turned against him?”

His wide mouth splits, revealing fangs, but humor does not light his eyes. “I tried to kill him. But I am not sure who is the weakest between us—my father for not killing me, or myself for not successfully completing my mission.”

It falls silent between them.

The demon princess eventually stands, the silver and gold strands on her pink clothes flashing in the light. “The Galra still reign, then.”

“Yes.”

She places a hand on her hips, pressing her full lips together as she paces in the water beside him. “You are a strange Galran man for returning my freewill to me,” she says. There is a sudden, demonic darkness in her eyes. “Now, I will decimate your father’s empire with the power of ages.”

Lotor quirks an eyebrow. “Oh, Allura,” he says in delight. “I’m afraid he’s still protected by his favorite little witch, who no doubt was the one to imprison you. If you are captured again, who will be there to reopen your bottle and free you from a lifetime of granting wishes?”

The woman steps back, face tight.

Lotor stands from the waters, his own white hair a tangled straggle. “Allura of the Djinn, I propose an alliance to take down my father once and for all,” he says. “So long as no one but me sees you, we could corrode his authority from the inside out—obtain the revenge we both desire.”  

She eyes him now with genuine, wary curiosity. “In what way, son of Zarkon?”

There is a wildness and slight insanity in Lotor after a year of solitude. “Make me a prince once more,” he pleads. “With your infinite power, you can manipulate quintessence in ways that not even the witch can. You can build spaceships with a snap of your fingers and change my very appearance so that my father does not recognize me. Through me, you could wage war once more, without fear of your weaknesses being used against you.”

She is actively considering him now, softening. “What is your name, strange man who desires to be my marionette?”

“Lotor of the Galra.”

Her eyes lower to the tides, and then she glances back up, the power of the stars swirling in her gaze. “Very well,” she says, voice echoing. “I will raise you a throne, Lotor of the Galra, and I will provide you the weaponry to kill your father when he least expects it.”

She reaches out, her fingers kind as they press against his cheek.

The instant they touch, his lavender skin bleeds a soft brown, his white hair darkens to an inky black, and from his broad shoulders streams the clothes of a rich and powerful Altean prince.

“Just like this,” Allura whispers, before pulling away in admiration of her work.

Power fades from Lotor as he stares down at his brown hands, his sharp wrists lined with gold. For one brief tick, an aching revelry lights within him, for his entire life, he had been denied finery.

And then he makes a strangled noise as Allura grabs onto his collar and pulls him out of the tide. “Come along, marionette,” she says merrily. “Let us take down an empire and break a few hearts with your new face. We’ll have to think of a new name for you, of course. I once had a mouse named Chulatt, but I do not think that is the name of a prince.”

Water sloshes against his royal boots, his golden robes streaming behind him. “It is not,” he agrees, voice strained.

Allura’s grip is strong, even beyond that of a Galran’s.

And then just as quickly as she had conjured his new clothes, she waves her hand, and in the distance of the beach, a sharp-looking golden spaceship builds itself before Allura’s form itself wavers out.

Before he knows it, a little pink bird settles upon his broad shoulder, chirping at him merrily and preening his dark hair.

Lotor scratches at the golden circlet upon his forehead, his fingers blunt without claws. “Do you not think it is rather ostentatious for all things to be gold?”

The little bird chirps at him petulantly, and Allura’s alto voice echoes in his mind.

Oh, son of Zarkon.

If we are going to kill an emperor who also happens to be your father, then we are going to do so in style.  

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Here is everyone from my Voltron Olympic Games AU!

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Andddddd its all over the screen [tears.]

This is still a part of my au (Voltron: Sundered Colors as the title is growing on me) You're telling me, that these two fathers were bffs -> enemies and the VLD directors weren't like "let's milk tf out of this" ???

That's fine. That means I CAN DO IT!!!

They're certified childhood friends -> to enemies? Lovers? Situationship? I want to kill you, but you're the only thing I want to breathe in 24/7? We fight in the day to bleed and kiss in the night to soothe?

Its fine, they both listen to Mitski and couples who listen to Mitski stay together. [Lotor - Crack Baby, Allura - A Burning Hill ]

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@loturaweek2024 Day 5: Historical Period - Part 1

The Wolf Dog and His Blossom 💖💜

More of my Goryeo Dynasty AU~ Part 2 is coming soon and will be a short story with accompanying illustrations! I'm SUPER excited to share it with you!!

[hypfden]

My favorite rare pair ship

Do they have any romantic chemistry on the show!! None!! But I think they are the definition of doomed gay relationship. And for lesbian visibility week I bring you doomed yuri

Sobbing

[adobedragon]

New brain rot, VLD, meets old-school brain rot, Dragonlance. Cover redraw (sort of) of Time of the Twins.

@loturaweek2024 Sci-Fi Fusion

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