#lotllura

[aleesshu]

LOTURA FROM HERE ON OUT IS TO BE CALLED ALTOR.

That is all.

[beautyandtheklance]

Allura is a fictional character

Allura should be allowed to date girls in canon

Allura should be allowed to date boys in canon

Allura should be allowed to date Shiro in canon

Allura should be allowed to date Keith in canon

Allura should be allowed to date Lance in canon

Or hunk or Shay or Lotor or anybody, and hey

Allura should be allowed to date nobody in canon

I don’t care what anybody thinks, as long as they make it good and let her have a happy ending. If Kallura was endgame and everyone was happy, I’d be ecstatic. If they gave Allura an alien gf and it was poorly developed and underexplained and wishy-washy, I’d be upset.

The only reason I’d be upset about ANY endgame ship is if the writers wrote it wrong. That’s all. I just want them to be happy. 

[jazzasarus]

First of all, what is the Lotor/Allura ship name?

Second, dont even think about putting your ugly asses in my inbox screaming about problematic ships. I will ignore you, save your fucking breath. Don’t @ me and dont reply to me with your silly ass discourse. 

I.DONT.CARE

I know Lauren and Co. said they got rid of the creepy obsession Lotor had wit Allura, but that doesnt mean there wont be any interest on his part. He’s already shown a singular interest when she was the only one who managed to best him in episode 3. 

I think it will happen. 

Like father, like son. 

[sword--wings]

Since my Lollura fic has been completely joshed by S3 now Im pretty much abandoning this series of drabbles but I figured I might as well post the part I finished. Takes place in an AU I guess where Lotor and Allura grew up together.

 The Prettiest Ghosts

When she comes to she's in luxury and hand cuffed.  If Lance we're around he might make a sex joke. But Lance isn't around. In fact she doesnt know where he or the other paladins are. If they're safe. Alive. If they were captured.

Like she clearly has been.

It's a bedroom. Expansive but dim. Why did Galra have to pick such, grim ugly colours? Then again, she knew their eyes were sensitive in ways Alteans we're not. She did in fact remember him telling her that they didn't see their own colour scheme as gritty.

"You're awake." he notes and she feels sick. She might entirely lose her self if it wasn't for the cuffs keeping her hands bound. She sits up best she can on the bed. Rich red. The heavy purple curtainsaround it.

Lotor turns on a lamp and all around the room different bright pink violet crystal lamps glow.

Its not the first time she's seen him up close in person, but its the first time where something else immediate isn't also happening.

"Where the paladins?"

"They escaped." He replies calmly taking off his heavy cloak and settling it on a chair.

She crinkles her nose. "You're lying."

He turns. Approaches her and stops near the edge of the bed. "Then why do you even ask Allura?"

Something awful coils in her guts. Treckle bugs along her back bones. Memories speaking her name. The last voices of her time clawing out of blackened empty space; their graves.

"What do you want with me?" she demands.

He almost smiles. Then he does. Chuckles unenthusiastically. "What do I want with you? You have to ask?"

He moves and Allura flinches. Her feet are not cuffed ankle to ankle but the cord there isn't long enough to let her run properly. He sits, a few feet away on the bed and from the bedside drawer pulls out a bottle and two crystal glasses of the palest blue out of a drawer. Her heart is pounding louder than the rocks on roof during a cascian shower. She angles away, giving him a cold shoulder, but she can't help but watch.

He places the beautiful cut mint glasses, their wide shallow bowls and stout textured stems on the table and holds the bottle to her view.

"10,000 plus years, how do you think it tastes?"

She looks away but can hear him pop the cork and almost immediately lets out a sharp breath.

"Bitter," he notes, the strong odour wafting out of the bottle.

He pours the dark liquid into the first glass and only then can Allura smell it. Its a little acrid but soon she recognizes it. She knew what it was; she's not even surprised he kept it. But there it is:

The smell of juniper berry wine.

Her eyes sting as she turns her head sharply.

Lotor notes the grimace. Clenched jaw.  Allura's perfect jaw.

He swirls the liquid in the glance: it looks almost black in the pink light.

And then like that, 10,000 years gone at once, he puts the cup to mouth and drinks a swig almost recklessly.

"Ah," he gasps, pushing the tainted spit down, smacking his tongue to suppress the aftertaste. "Bitter," he repeats looking at her.

He waits, his mind almost somewhere else. Some other time. Some other world that could have been. And now, impossibly, an alternate reality mirrors this one so closely. He wishes he could push through that curtain. He can. Imagine. But Allura wont imagine it with him.  She never did play nicely.

"Will you have some?" He asks.

She wants to tell him she knows its poisoned. Except she knows it's not and accusing that is just petulant. Of course you don't drink wine your enemy offers you. But he doesn't pour a glass: just asks. Sighs when she says nothing, and puts the bottle down, back next to the glasses; One filled, one empty.

Her throat feels parched. It might the last physical remnants of Juniper berry in existence.

But of course. Isn't that exactly how her father's corrupted AI nearly destroyed them all?

Why, why did all the things she loved, all the last bits and pieces of her home and life, why did they all turn sour? Why soil the only things she had, which very literally, we're just memories? Distorted livivng imitations of those she once knew--people she thought we're dead--couldn't the universe let her remember them as they were?

"Allura. Look at me."

She glances with eyes and then turns head farther to face the other wall. Apparently this angers him because the next thing she knows he's grabbing her face. Automatically she spits in his eyes, wrenches herself away. She loses her core, falling back to bed and Lotor single handedly grabs at her knees yanking her closer, her legs draped over his one. His hands arent as large as an average Galra's but they;re still large and strong enough to hoist her by her neck up sitting before he firmly cups her face. She spits again and he barely flinches, saliva drips down his face. Waits till she stops fighting. His grip is strong and unrelenting, but not painful. Not yet.

"Do you want to hear something horrible?" He asks with a mouth full of teeth .

Allura tries to wrest her face into a more confrontational glare.

"Let me guess," she says, "You're a monster. A murderer whose killed hundred, no, thousands of people across the galaxy. That your empire has destroyed the lives and homes of countless innocents. Eradicated whole species all with disregard for a single living thing but yourselves and your pride."

He moves, not really closer, but just more comfortably on the bed, not ever looking away from her. Fabric sheets shift against each other. He thumbs the edge of her cheek mark, soft, sad yellow eyes following.

"No," he breathes, "I misremembered your face."

*-*-*-*

One hand chained to the bed post, the other holds a wine glass.

Allura swirls the blackened wine around in its chalice.

"This is extremely fermented," she says post-drink. "Its vile."

Lotor chuckles quietly. "I dont know." He says, "It's not so bad."

"Apparently," she muses, "You've forgotten what Juniperberry wine is supposed to taste like."

Lotor pauses less than a tick, staring acutely into his cup. Then, unceremoniously chugs the entire glass. "Likely so," he says finishing it.

He places the pretty crystal glass back on the table. "There's much I've forgotten." He looks at her pointedly. "You've been asleep my dear and there's so much you don't know."

She pouts. Scoffs. "I know enough."

Then swallowing hard, she adds, "I won't forgive you. You've had all the time in the world to change your ways."

"I have changed." Lotor admits sadly. "I could not even pretend to be the prince you remember."

Allura's eyebrows frame her eyes angrily before she turns away, hoping to hide the tears starting to swell. She's not allowed to have anything is she? She wouldn't want a mirage no, but that someone from her life, the last of familiar faces is right there, right beside her, and yet- He's not. He says he's not. She knows he's not. Not anymore.

"Allura," he asks, so benignly she almost doesn't register it, "Tell me."

She looks over at him. In the dim light he doesn't look a day older than when they last saw each other's faces.

"Tell me what you do remember...." he asks and Allura can see the Castle gardens on Planet Altea, its cobblestone pathways, the flowers in bloom. She can see them walking there, happy and uncaring before things went sideways between their planets.

"How do you remember me?"

[colombinna]

Guess it’s about time we say goodbye to Shallura

It was great to shipp you, bud.

[misses-celeste]

Black Paladin Allura! AU

- So the team comes together and all that fun stuff but Shiro And Allura are crazy close.

- I’m talking 2016 spectualions on space parents being canon but not actually close.

- Shiro And Allura both share about their past and Allura turns out to be Bi but completely okay with Shiro being gay.

- Anyways, Shiro talks about his fears of leaving the black lion and about his idea of passing it to Keith.

- Allura listens closely and then suggests this, and I quote. “If Keith isn’t ready for the black lion when the time comes, I am willing to fill the role.”

- Shiro is a bit in shock but understands and says that if Keith can’t Allura was open to the spot temporarily.

- After that que a few nightly meetings with Allura and Shiro getting closer and Allura even being let to fly the black lion for a bit.

- But Shiro poofs off and so Keith goes through his emotional consipation and break downs so Allura just sighs and steps forward as the new Black Paladin.

- Que everyone completely fine with this.

- Keith stays with red and Allura works with black.

- One night Allura takes Keith away for a moment and explains the whole agreement she and shiro had. Keith understands but is a little hurt cause of how right he was and allows Allura to pilot black so long as he gets to call a few shots now and then.

- The whole time shiro is gone Allura does a good job at being leader with Keith on standby.

- Essentially Allura fills leader Keith’s arc about learning when to fight and not and when to trust one’s instincts, maybe she even opens her mind a bit more about the galra, just a bit.

- Shiro comes back and Allura is wary with this much more snappy and temperamental Shiro. Right away something is off to her and she is hesitant with shiro’s actions.

- Then once Lotor shows up Allura is much smarter about how she goes around with their work, resulting in him not loosing his nuts and yeah.

- Things are pretty good and Keith takes back the black lion after much stalling and Allura is happy with share a few pointers with him and reside in the blue lion with (K)Lance taking up red cause I dunno, stuff!

- Allura And Lance don’t have that weird relationship and Allura is all for Lotor and a long talk with Allura later Lance gets over her and just playfully teases her about her and Lotor.

- Thinsg go good and this becomes a Fixed Ending! AU cause oh well Allura isn’t that stuck up and Lotllura is king.

[jazzasarus]

cough Lotura cough (Lotllura is also used sometimes)

I can use Lotura. Now if the other 5 people who want to ship it could all come out and agree on that, that would be great.