#Alfor

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

How would you have ended Voltron ??

In particular, what would you have done with Lotor and Allura ??

Hi, anon! Oooh what an interesting question!

If I absolutely had to start with the end of s8, assuming everything before has still occurred:

The easiest option would be that Allura doesn’t die, given that her life force is tied to Voltron and the Realm of Universal Consciousness is where the living and dead exist in the same space anyway.

Instead, previous paladins of Voltron, current paladins of Voltron, Voltron itself, and others (including a willing/repentant Lotor) help Allura restore the universe so that it’s not always just mostly her doing all the heavy work, offering their spiritual energy together to accomplish this massive feat. (Because legit, we need some found family / stronger together vibes! That’s the heartbeat of Voltron!)

It’s during the restoration that the selfish and defeated Honerva gets purified / fully restored herself.

The restoration burns out the rift creatures haunting the quintessence field.

When the universe is restored, Allura realizes she can bring the previously dead with her from out of this liminal space.

All the current paladins open their Lions to take in refugees and bring them back to their restored planets.

While Allura might offer them a second chance, Honerva and Zarkon choose to stay behind, as do many of the victims of the 10,000-year war who prefer the peace they’ve found.

Cue Allura’s heartfelt convo with her parents, who like many of the elders choose to stay behind, but not before doting on their daughter and offering her something that indicates the crown of Altea has been passed down to her / replaces the circlet she lost in s7. Perhaps Allura can still call on her parents in some way if she ever needs help or guidance (as previous-franchise versions of Allura could do). (More under the cut!)

The elders (Zarkon, Alfor, Honerva, etc.) could agree to help guard the flow of quintessence in some way, so that the living have sustainable access without going insane. (Idk what the limits are of this liminal space they're in.) Or else maybe the true secret of sustainable power is revealed through them, answering the problem that started this whole war.

As the paladins are encouraging others to come back with them, Lotor hangs back in the crowd. He does not feel worthy of a second chance at life, and is possibly unsure whether he even has the energy to try. He feels shame over his past and how quintessence twisted his mind.

Out of all the paladins, Allura approaches him and holds out her hand. “We were meant for more than fear and war,” she says, voice soft. “Do not be afraid to live.”

Lotor asks something like, deeply hesitant, “What life do I have? I isolated all allies and nearly destroyed the universe in going mad.”

Allura goes silent and then tries again, still holding out her hand, “And yet, the universe is restored, and all here know you took part in this great work. Your energy and will is a part of New Daibazaal’s atmosphere, its rivers and valleys.” She manages a weak smile. “If I remember correctly, you always did want to explore.”

“And can the past be so fully undone?” he asks. “Would I even be free to explore?”

Perhaps some moment where Zarkon and Honerva take responsibility for Lotor’s screwy life. Bonus if he gets some kind of call that the Galra still need a leader to help them in this new phase of peace, and that he hasn't reached his true potential yet.

Probably, some paladins chime in, validate that the alliance is back on, and the serious moment gets broken.

Lotor grabs onto Allura’s hand. She leads him to Blue Lion, where he joins the multitudes returning to the restored universe.

The Robot that jettisoned itself off Lotor’s spaceship from S5 is part of the crowd!! Lotor reunites on-screen with his cat, Kova!

Cue silly paladin shenanigans, a few stowaway mice finding a new resting spot on Lotor’s shoulders, and Allura’s new circlet catching the light as the paladins of Voltron launch back toward their reality, away from the Realm of Universal Consciousness.

Cue a pan-out to the restored universe, where the rift is healed, and New Altea and New Daibazaal exist side-by-side as their suns rise.

I think something open-ended, in the context of several characters—focused on a theme about not being afraid to live, about reconciling the past with the present—would hype that found family / stronger-when-we’re-together / comic energy that made Voltron unique…and leave lots of possibilities for the fandom to explore this new world!

If I could roll the clocks farther back than s8, I’d massively overhaul several things about the show. But this is just where I see a way to better land what we got toward the end.

Thanks for this ask! So fun to think about!

#Voltron #VLD #Allura #Lotor #Lotura #Alfor #Melenor #Honerva #Zarkon #paladins of Voltron #I just want that quality Reconciliation #Death and sacrifice existed throughout the whole story so for the end to really be a new beginning would have meant a lot to me #As a big lotura fan I'd probably want more lotura content but I think the show could strike a good balance for the sake of the larger story #and leave things open for hope #It also kinda bothers me that Voltron and the other paladins got sidelined in the end #I would want them to be active characters in their own story too #ah but yeah just an idea for the end! #Thanks for the note anon!

[depressocafe]

Zarkon: Discipline and behavior is important-

Alfor: Get Laid Z.

#Zarkon #Alfor #Voltron #Galra

[nikogane]

which original voltron paladin would suit a fancy ball gown most

like the og paladins like .... yup it would definitely be alfor but itd be funny to see zarkon in a fancy ball gown

(also current paladins would be lance and allura like come on!!)

#vld #voltron #alfor #zarkon #lance mcclain #allura #nico ask

[klanced]

I think Alfor had a bad habit of falling in love with everyone up to and including Zarkon (known closeted heterosexual). One day during their Voltron days Alfor brings up the fact that he used to have a huge crush on Zarkon and everyone laughs but Zarkon is just falling over himself trying to apologize. He’s so genuinely heartbroken over the fact that he is not into dudes. and also that he is wholly enamored with his wife who he is married to.

#zarkon: Alfor bro please. it’s not you it’s 100% a problem with me #Alfor: it’s really not that serious— #zarkon: no no no.please don’t take this to heart. you are an amazing guy. anybody would be lucky to have you. #Alfor: yes I am married now- #zarkon: seriously. *anyone* #he tries sooooo hard to be bisexual. but he just can’t. and he’s so embarrassed about it #sjqbhdushqshhq #shitpost #zarkon #Alfor #voltronpride

[probablyhuntersmom]

Me, dishing out short metas about the Lions in the year of our lord 2023? More likely than you think.

I revisited some scenes and fondly see some common threads as to why Red selected Alfor, Keith and Lance. The official handbook (that lines up with the era of the show before the Head of Story, Tim Hedrick, was too boxed in and disallowed from following the story bible he put together) says determination and instinct on top of skill are key traits to pilot this most temperamental, most unpredictable and most unstable out of all five Lions. She's the speed demon of the team.

Alfor followed his instincts about researching quintessence to defy Zarkon twice. We know that Keith is fine with defying anyone, even Shiro at the end of the day if he has to. In my opinion, Lance's learning point was not caring what others thought of him and stop trying to do the "cool" thing. Defying that insecurity about self and thus being able to defy others in situations: wherein he would previously not be able to make that difficult decision. In early S3 he manages to be unflustered and stable to redirect Keith towards calm leadership.

So it's about making tough calls and sticking with the consequences, something shared with being in the position of Black Paladin. In fact, Red and her pilot has had to step in to lead and redirect the leader (Black) a few times. A failsafe if you will, to step in and take the reigns if needed.

She is second-in-command but she's also the wild card Lion. While by default she is unpredictable, she is the untameable one - more so than Black, I'd say - which is in a way what's most consistent in her, and is the most predictable thing about her. She'd expect any of her pilots to also have principles strong enough to defy upper command if such an act may actually be needed for the benefit of the team.

Which is interesting because..these qualities makes her not so different from her supposed polar opposite, Yellow, who is responsible for making the team morale as unshakeable as possible - "[the Yellow Paladin's] heart must be mighty" - plus civilian search-and-rescue. A consistency in principles and morals even if it is a high price to stick to them.

(While for Blue and Green, they're opposites in the sense that Blue requires spontaneity, while Green requires meticulous observation. Where they are similar is they are crucial in gathering intel. Blue's sonar ability, Green's cloaking ability)

You may need Red for offense but also defense for the team i.e. she pushes another Lion to safety twice in the show: Keith supporting Shiro in the S1 finale, Lance sparing Allura damage in S6 (which was good, since she has her Altean healing ability for herself and also others).

I really really would've wanted to see Alfor using the Rail Gun though. I wanted to see what would piss him off enough or make him scared enough to activate it. In all his screentime he never truly lost his composure (Allura is mostly like that too, she clearly gets it from him) but that one weapon requires a huge burst of unforced passionate emotion to activate: much like how a war cry works. Fitting for the Fire element she is matched to and the guardian spirit of.

Alfor is an alchemist and more cerebral which is so different from his two successors are like. His fire burned differently but he was definitely passionate.

#I'm not entirely opposed to the Lion Swap: I just wanted it to be short-term #the red lion #alfor #vld #voltron #vld lions #voltron lions #vld keith #vld lance #fondly reminiscing about these beautiful machines designed by Studio Mir #vld analysis

[hom3land3r]

@bladedalchemistreplica -hi!]]

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He grabbed the phone Homelander had given him, and began to try and call the super. He ducked down behind a few unused barrels. The lapping waters near this dock area could have been relaxing, it could have been.

Now it would either mask his movement and lulling breathing, or would maak the footsteps of the ones he'd ran into.

He could assume he has misinterpreted what they have wanted, earth was vastly different. He should have given himself time to explore the planet.

Homelander was finishing up an interview when his phone rang. He waved Ashley off who kept trying to talk to him, too focused on his phone. Especially when he saw who was calling.

…Well, actually it was more so who he didn’t as there was no name, just a number. But he could only assume it was Alfor. After all, he’d given the kid his number not too long ago, and it was blocked from all mailing and contact lists. If anyone had his number, it was because he wanted them to have it.

He found a quiet spot backstage and brought the phone to his ear as he answered the call. “Hello? Alfor, this you?” He asked, pretty certain it was. But then again, he couldn’t be completely sure.

@bladedalchemistreplica

#@bladedalchemistreplica #alfor

[mx-giraffe]

Someone: why are you crying?

Me, sobbing:

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #allura #alfor #allura isn’t my favourite character but we don’t with allura slander here #guys this was so sad tho #poor allura #the castle of lions

[gilyoungroach]

I need me a calfor 200k slowburn hurt comfort fic to ease the pain...

#they def explored eachothers bodies #alfor #coran #calfor? #gay homosexual aliens for the win

[themagicmerci]

Did I post these twos here, already? No…good.

Yet another item of my AU for these two,

#//Thalfor #Thalfor #alfor #Thace #king alfor #VLD ship #//fanart #//voltron #//voltron legendary defender #blade of marmora #//VLD AU #;;thalfor

[galraluver]

Hello again, I hope your well or at least better than you have been lately.

I'd like to request a platonic reader x Alfor scenario at the juniberry festival. Idk if you or anyone else remembers it but it was briefly talked about in episode 9 I believe of season 1, when Allura is talking with hologram Alfor

🖤🖤🖤💜💜💜❤️❤️❤️✨✨

I'll try my best. I wish that DreamWorks gave us a little more info about the Juniberry festival because it honestly sounds fascinating

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With the juniberry festival coming up Alfor had been busy seeing to the preparations; the juniberry festival was the biggest celebration on Altea and every year everyone looked forward to it. (Y/n) couldn't wait to see Alfor, her childhood best friend, at the festival since they couldn't hang out while he was busy. The young altean woman got to see Alfor's fiance, Melenor, a couple of times and they had the chance to hang out together at one of the little cafés near the palace. Melenor didn't mind Alfor being friends with (Y/n) since the other altean woman wasn't attracted to Alfor, Melenor knew Alfor only had eyes for her. The juniberry festival was everyone's favorite event of the year, adults and children alike looked forward to it all year.

On the day of the festival (Y/n) put her favorite outfit and shoes on, styled her long silky hair by curling and made sure she was ready before leaving her house which was located near the palace where the festivities would be held. The juniberry fields were in full bloom which made the area nearby smell absolutely heavenly, not to mention it was finally juniberry berry season. Juniberry berries had a particularly sweet flavor that everyone on Altea loved, not to mention they could be used for all kinds of baked goods, drinks and so much more. (Y/n) had a look around the festival grounds before she went to go look for Alfor and Melenor so they could go get some juniberry berry cookies at one of the food stands. After searching around for a while (Y/n) was confused because she couldn't find her best friend and his wife, thankfully the altean king and queen saw her before she saw them.

"(Y/n)! We're over here!" Alfor called out when he and Melenor quickly walked over to the young altean woman, happy to see his friend.

(Y/n) waved to her friends before she began weaving through the crowd, politely excusing herself each time she accidentally bumped into someone. Sometimes people from neighboring planets would come to the juniberry festival because of how popular it was and everyone always had a good time. Blaytz, Gyrgan and Trigel were somewhere, although they were at different parts of the festival during that particular moment; Zarkon was usually a killjoy and didn't come to the festival, although Sendak and a few of his buddies did. By the time (Y/n) made it to Alfor and Melenor the back of her hair was a little messy; she reached back so she could smooth it down so that it hopefully wouldn't get too tangled. Alfor and Melenor held each other's hands while they waited for (Y/n) to make her way through the sea of people; that year's festival was particularly crowded, they weren't expecting so many guests.

"I don't remember last year's juniberry festival being this crowded. Anyway, I'm starving after looking for you two, shall we go get some juniberry cookies before they run out." (Y/n) commented before she suggested they go get some cookies; there were a lot of people, which meant the bakery might actually run out before the end of the day.

"That sounds wonderful." Alfor agreed wholeheartedly, since the festival officially started he and Melenor could finally just enjoy themselves for a while.

(Y/n) beamed and the three of them headed to the local bakery in hopes of buying some freshly made juniberry cookies; the soon-to-be married couple were exhausted after everything they'd done and they could barely wait to have a normal day at the festival. On the way to their destination the three young adults crossed paths with Coran and invited him to tag along, it was only proper for the king of Altea to have his royal advisor nearby. The sound of people chatting and the scent of food in the air was certainly different compared to the usually calmness near the castle, the juniberry festival was fun for everyone. Thankfully the bakery hadn't run out of juniberry cookies by the time they arrived and there was even a table available for the four of them to sit at, although it helped that Alfor was the king and Melenor would soon be his wife. Later they would go play some of the carnival games together, but until then they enjoyed eating the juniberry cookies they bought.

#Alfor #VLD Alfor #King Alfor #VLD #Alfor + Reader #Alfor + Reader Scenario #Original Red Paladin #Original Paladins #Voltron AU Where Everybody Lives #Voltron Legendary Defender #Voltron #BFF Scenario #SFW #SFW Scenario #Scenario #Alfor x Melenor

[chibi-pix]

Alfor finds his place with Bandor and Romelle, working hard and doing what he can to not cause trouble. Meanwhile, Keith and Krolia find their way to the hidden planet and the Alteans calling it home.

#VLD #fanfic #altean born olkari raised #Alfor #Romelle #Bandor #Keith #galra keith #Krolia #voltron legendary defender

[big-bee-png]

he is mad at jet for being a dumbass and almost dying

#art #digital art #my art #oc #alfor #jet #cat #camel #dromedary

[depressocafe]

What is the real reason why Zarkon thought Lotor was weak? And why did Zarkon become power hungry after the quintessence incident?

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In this week's edition of VLD Theories I hyper fixate and overanalyze the show once again but this time I think I have something really interesting, considering the fact that we're not just talking about the inner workings of the Voltron universe but we're also discussing everyone's favorite father son duo.

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Something that's always irked me is the cliché way Zarkon was written (and don't worry we'll get into Lotor and his relationship with Zarkon as well as childhood trauma in a moment but to get to that we have to talk about the Emperor himself). Zarkon is written as everyone's typical, immoral, emotionless, power hungry bastard and while that is essentially what a 'bad person' is it doesn't make for good writing nor does it function well with the cannonisity of the series or even its inner workings.

Let's go back to what Shiro said himself about Quintessence Corruption. Shiro stated "Zarkon fell to his own evil instincts. The quintessence field didn't create Them, it revealed them." This sentence states that the chemical itself is capable of sensing and seeping into hidden or strong desires. But here's the thing, Zarkon initially didn't desire war. He conquered planets because that's what his race had done for generations, that was until Alfor helped Zarkon to end his conquest and ally with several of his enemies (Alfor, Blaytz, Trygel, Gyrgan) then Zarkon put conquest behind him and worked on being a benevolent ruler who desired peace. Quite a switch but that still leaves the question, what changed? What made him power hungry? What ruined him? Well the answer is actually quite simple and was staring us in the face the whole time.

It was the overwhelming feeling of weakness. Weakness that came with his greatest failure, the inability to support what he loves and cares for. Namely, Honerva, Lotor, his planet, his military, his citizens, and with each day watching the things he loves grow weaker, even himself.

Zarkon watched his life grow into something spectacular and then started watching it's downfall. Even when he put stabilizers into his planet, that only slowed its collapse. He struggled to make his wife pregnant and now he was struggling to keep his son, his only child, healthy in his mother's womb. Speaking of his mother, Honerva slowly and harshly deteriorated right before Zarkon's eyes and he couldn't stop it. Because his planet was dying, he struggled to feed and support his citizens as well as provide nourishment for the soldiers whose job it was to stay healthy and protect all of Galra existence. And thusly Zarkon himself began deteriorating, His mind losing its sense of morality in favor of a stronger sense of survival. He's been weakened. Powerless to stop anything, the quintessence at this point is the only support he has. And thus the only thing he can focus on. If he can harness it, he can fix everything.

See, the quintessence didn't reveal Zarkon's evil nature, he wasn't evil to begin with. The quintessence corrupted his deepest desire. To become strong enough to support all that he cares about. To have power over all that he controls and sees. But no wish comes without a price. Power and quintessence became his biggest concerns. And turned him into what we now know as the Evil Emperor Zarkon.

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But how does this tie in with Lotor? Quite easily actually! You see a lot of what Lotor is, happens to be what Zarkon once was. Lotor had a deep seated love for existence. He indulged himself in other cultures, he respected every living being, he befriended individuals other than Galra, and he believed he could harness quintessence without destruction or disrespect to life.

But to Zarkon, that is Arrogance, Foolishness, it is Weakness beyond compare. Because he thought that way once, and it only brought Daibazaal to ruin and made him incapable of anything. But as we know, that's just Zarkon's perspective through his corrupt eyes. We, the viewers, know Lotor is right in his beliefs But his father is incapable of seeing that because of his fear, having no control over anything, no power over anything. This led Lotor and Zarkon to have an even more broken relationship than they already had, disintegrating to the point Zarkon couldn't stand his own son anymore and sent him away.

But he didn't kill Lotor. Not until 10,000 years later. Because his son was one of the things Zarkon wanted to save. Another reason why Lotor and Zarkon had an abusive relationship has to do with the Quintessence Corruption itself. Because Zarkon desired that power and control over everything, he desired it for his own son as well because if he can't control his own child then the weakness will grow again. The fear Zarkon let die along with his friends and planet will regrow and resurface. But Lotor is not the kind of person who allows himself to be forced, coerced, or manipulated so easily into obedience. Especially when it has to do with his father's sense of Value and Morality. So naturally in Zarkon's mind Lotor has become weak and as he's said before "Weakness is an infection. Better to cut it off then let it spread." We all know what happened next.

And if you need more evidence. Look no further than to Lotor's own corruption itself. Lotor was never good enough for anyone. And honestly saying that statement grossly understates Lotor's actual suffering. But it's still accurate. There are many things the prince wanted in his life. He didn't just want good parents he wanted his parents to be good. But that wasn't going to happen. He didn't just want to accept and be proud of himself he wanted people to accept and be proud of him. But that wasn't going to happen. His home quickly became nothing short of a survival situation and a place where he couldn't belong. So he decided he'd find that place himself and if he couldn't find it, then he'd create it with his own two hands. A place where he is accepted and everyone is proud of him. A place where his accomplishments and intellect matter. A place like the Altean settlement

Initially yes, I believe Lotor made this settlement to save his race. There is no denying he's always had a good heart. But sadly, he's never had a sane mind. Lotor was in Honerva's womb when she and Zarkon became corrupt and it's even stated within that show that when Galra doctors did a health read on Lotor shortly after his birth, he was giving the same quintessence readings as Zarkon and Haggar. In addition, Lotor seems to struggle with letting go of a grudge. Understandable but holding onto grudges creates emotional instability which can cause problems for your mental state. Take it from me if your angry with someone, forget the pain you felt but remember the harm that was delt. Learn it and let it hone you for further down the line in your life. Lotor, didn't do that. He wouldn't forget the rage he felt, even if he could still get revenge on his abusers if he wanted. And with his hidden desires and quintessence his parents seeped into his veins, it was only a matter of time until Lotor finally lost it.

Lotor desired a place to belong and he was going to make it happen no matter what. No matter what or who he had to sacrifice to get it. That's what the Quintessence brought out. His hidden desire for belonging. To be honest, Honerva had her desires herself. But we already understand what those are. Her desire for endless knowledge as well as control over quintessence, life itself. And we know what it made her. We've always been aware of Honerva's mind so there really wasn't a place for her in this post. This statement does exclude her actions for season 8 and that's because who she is then doesn't fit into who she once was or what were discussing.

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Zarkon became what he wanted to be but at what cost? His desire ruined everything. So did Honerva's. It tore apart the universe, it destroyed their son, it slaughtered their friends. Zarkon got the power he wanted and control over his fear, but in turn it ruined everything he built. Immoral sacrifice for absolute solace.

Post made: Feb 18, 2023

Updated: Mar 9, 2023

#Lotor #Zarkon #Honerva #Haggar #Alfor #Blaytz #Trigal #Gyrgan #Galra #Voltron #VLDTheory #Theory

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

The Great Restoration - A post-S8 AU Ficlet

Allura’s fingers trembled as they stroked across cracked stone. “How many times?” she demanded, voice wavering. “You speak of multiple universes in the past, as if…total destruction has happened before.”

The ruins of Oriande lay dormant, save for the blip of the stars within a crumbled temple. “Oh my child,” came the soft, dual tone of a Life Giver. “The material world can bend and break in many ways, but its fragments can always be reordered. It is true that the universe you know was built on the ruins of many previous ones.”

“How many times?” she asked again. Her forehead bore no crown, her clothes simple adornments from surviving Alteans. Her face broke with a frustrated twitch. “How many times has the universe been broken and remade again, and what must I do to fix it all?”

The stars swirled about her in a weak form, stroking her cheek. “Destruction is required for creation.”

Allura backed away, face shadowed by the curls of her hair. “No. No, you do not understand my question. I remade the universe in response to Honerva’s insanity. And…and even then, it was an imperfect restoration.” Pure, bright power flickered from her fingers. “I could not return my father or mother or the millions of others who have been lost in this war. All those who’ve fallen to the ills of quintessence madness.” Her voice broke. “They did not return when I attempted restoration of all physical form, and even this great dimension of Alchemy remains as a ruin. So you will tell me now, great Life Giver, what I have yet to learn.”

“We are not fallen, little one.” The stars pulsed and configured into a large constellation before Allura. The black space within the circle flickered with power. “And we need no restoration, for Oriande has fulfilled its purpose for you in this time. Destruction is required for creation.”

“I don’t understand,” she confessed, voice wavering. “I’ve learned great things, but I could not restore a perfect universe. I could not save everyone. How do I restore all fallen life? Even New Altea is not quite as I remember my home world.”

“You cannot restore all fallen life exactly as it once was, or else all pain will continue exactly as before.”

She stamped her foot in frustration and pain. “Everyone who has passed in this war,” she clarified. “I would return them, at least. I know death surpasses me, and that it will yet come to every soul and planet, but these are the souls that weigh on my personal conscience.”

The stars twisted into a new constellation. “Destruction,” the Life Giver said, its dual tone more pointed, “is required for creation.”

Allura’s eyes bubbled with tears as she clenched her fist into her simple clothes. “Do you suggest that so many—worlds, people—had to die to make way for the restored multiverse itself?”

“Wonderful and bright child, you focus on the wrong thing.” The concussive heat of the stars seared into her. “We are Life Givers, not Givers of Perpetual Suffering. To restore your universe to exactly as it was would result in mass cataclysms once more, for war had defined the very souls lost to it.”

Allura’s breath hitched. Shakily, she kneeled onto the ruined stones of the temples, and her fingernails dug into the cracks. “Please, great Life Giver. Surely as a Life Giver, you know the value of simply living. Experiencing life.”

“Destruction is required for creation,” came the simple answer. “As a child, you witnessed a caterpillar cocoon itself, its form liquefying to make way for its second life as a butterfly.”  

She blinked. “I don’t understand,” she said slowly.  

And then the constellations warped, lighting as bright as the sun.

Allura raised her hand, a great wind whipping through the ruined dimension of Oriande. The force of it scooted her against the stones.

Soon, the form of Lotor stood before her, his hair a soft swirl about his restored face.  His armor shined bright in the light, sparking the black and gray to a near white.

Her heart stopped, and her jaw dropped open. “Oh.”

The stars slipped around her in a comforting blanket. “Dear child, how would you transform the broken? What life would you give them, resign them to?”

Allura fell silent, her vision blurring at the sight of Lotor’s form.

“How would you remake the universe, Allura?” came the question. “How many times will you reorder reality before you realize there will never be a perfect universe where you can have all things?” 

Tears slipped down her face in horror as she reached out to the shadow of Lotor, only to recoil her hand in memory of the sting of his voice. “I don’t understand.”

“What you seek causes ramifications across the timelines,” came the Life Giver’s soft whisper. “There is always a cost to reordering reality.”

The form that was Lotor looked down at his own clawed hands, as if he were awakening from a dream or else unfamiliar with his own body.

“If we accept your request to restore lost souls, what are you willing to sacrifice in return?”

Her tears bubbled over, slipping down her cheeks, greatly disturbed by the sight of Lotor.

He turned to her, his expression bewildered., and his voice was deep and clear, carrying with it dual tones of Life Givers. “Allura?”

“Please,” she begged the Life Giver. “Please restore them all in a way you feel is fit. Even the ones who strayed from good paths—surely in a universe where quintessence can’t be used as a power source, it would mean a different world. A better world where Zarkon and others could not covet it or abuse it so.”

“Is that the universe you desire, child? To be rid of even your own powers—to unmake your knowledge of the deep mechanisms of life?”

Allura glanced down at her fingers, which buzzed from the rapidly building power in the dimension. She broke, her tears streaming faster. “If it meant my family could live for longer, then yes.”

“Hmm, little one. The sacrifice of such power would certainly alter the cosmos as you have known them. You would sacrifice not only destructive power, but healing power as well.” 

“Allura,” Lotor spoke to her, a haunt etched across his face. “What are you doing here?”

She glanced at him, trembling against the stones of Oriande. They carried an unnatural hum. “I’m fixing what is wrong,” she retorted. Her voice wavered hard.  “This whole universe needs to be restarted, for even in restoration, it’s all so very wrong.”

Before them, stones of Oriande rose into the stars, reconfiguring. They slammed against each other as the power of the Life Givers imbued them. “This will be the thousandth remake of the universe,” the Life Giver said. “And the ninety-ninth time an iteration of you has demanded it. But this will be the first time you have asked us for a universe with reordered physics. The ramifications could be extensive, and there are always echoes of previous worlds.”

The stones created a long and tall structure that thrummed with the full power of the stars. Sections spun in opposing directions, making Allura nauseated to watch. She looked down at her hands and her cracked fingernails, afraid to ask about the ninety-nine other Alluras who had traveled to the Life Givers, demanding help, or what had happened to them. “You know it’s for the best,” she called, voice ragged. “This level of power is a burden, even to me. It’s all too much.”

“Very well, little one.” The concussive force in the air blew back her curls as she watched the stone forge spin faster until it glowed. “A final restoration, so that we may usher in a new era. But a perfect universe does not exist, as you will learn.”

And then, everything changed.

*******

Within the reordered universe, a blissfully ignorant Princess Allura gasped, eyes lighting up in delight as she clapped her hands. “Oh, what a fun tribute!” she cooed to her father. “From what planet are these entertainers?”

King Alfor of Altea sat straighter in his throne, lifting his bearded chin. “From the newly allied planet of Daibazaal. As you know, one of our first explorers married into their royal family. Their son arranged this tribute as part of his first tour through the galaxy.”

She turned to him in surprise. “I thought you said those from Daibazaal were unable to afford such long-distance travel.”  

“They used to be, but this son of Honerva and Emperor Zarkon seems quite determined to revolutionize the Galra economy. He is very tenacious—I do think you will like him, Allura.”

She narrowed her eyes with great suspicion. “Oh, I know that tone in your voice. Don’t even think to matchmake me with yet another prince.”

“My dearest daughter,” the king said, expression innocent, “I am a single father and am aging fast. Who will protect you when I am gone?”

That inspired a twitch of anxiety upon her face, disrupting the joy in her eyes. She grabbed for his hand and clasped it tightly. There were old legends of Alteans living well into the thousands of years, but the average lifespan in reality was little more than a hundred years, and her dear father was well over half that.

The throne that her mother once occupied remained empty from a recent sickness that had ravaged their planet without a cure.

“Do not speak of such things on this happy day,” Allura pleaded with him. “Let us enjoy the tribute that has been bestowed on us by our new ally.”

Alfor squeezed her hand. “Yes, of course.”

The Galra dancers and swordsmen twisted about the court to the sound of drums and strange flutes that Allura had never before heard. It inspired her elfin ears to twitch in delight.

And then as the song ended, the crowds parted to reveal a tall, lithe figure, adorned in royal armor.

Allura’s eyes widened at the sight of the man.

He was handsome in the way of Alteans and in the way of the Galra as well, his long white hair a stream down his broad shoulders. Upon his brow, he wore a circlet marking him as the Crown Prince of the Galra throne. He kneeled before them, offering up his peace-tied sword.

Her fingers clenched into the armrests of her throne as her heart skipped.

“Great rulers of Altea,” said the prince, his voice deep and clear, with an accent that Allura could not place. “It is my honor to be received upon your planet with such glad tidings, on behalf of my mother and father who remain on Daibazaal.”

King Alfor smiled, standing from his throne. “Crown Prince Lotor,” he greeted, a hearty laugh rising in his throat. “There is no need to kneel among friends here. Your mother once attended the academy with me, and I see her reflected through you.”

Crown Prince Lotor glanced up, his pupils slit like that of a predator’s—and yet soft with wonder as he reached for Alfor’s outstretched hand. He stood to his full height, nearly a head taller than Alfor himself.  “You see her within me?”

“Of course,” declared Alfor. “It’s the inquisitive echo in your eyes—as her appetite for knowledge knows no end.”

Lotor grinned then, revealing sharp fangs. But the light did not shine in his eyes. “Truly, my mother and father wished to come, but they are older now and cannot risk the intergalactic plagues.”

Alfor’s throat tightened, and he patted Lotor’s vambrace. “Of course. We’re all getting on in years at this point—although why I survived it is beyond me. My dear Allura functioned as Regent in my time of suffering, and I am quite pleased to say that she yet maintains sovereignty over the judicial courts. I suspect I may officially step down sooner rather than later, given her abilities.”

“Ah, yes.” At that, the prince turned to Allura and bowed deeply in respect, his white hair parting to reveal an elegant neck. “Princess Allura. The tales of your wise judgements and kindness surpass only the tales of your great beauty.”

Her cheeks heated as she stood from her throne, her skirts trailing in rivers around her. And yet she felt oddly exposed and raw before him. “Oh, I am quite pleased that you reference my wisdom before my beauty. I should hope to be wise before all other things.”

Crown Prince Lotor straightened, his eyes focused upon hers instead of her body, where so many other suitors liked to focus. “As would I,” he murmured. “Perhaps you may teach me your ways during my stay.”

Her heart pounded. His presence felt inexplicably familiar to her, despite never meeting him once. “And what would you teach me in exchange, I wonder?”

He grinned, his fangs glimmering as he held out his hand. “I’m quite sure we can think of something. May I provide you with a closer tour of our tributes? I have another starship filled with gems from my home planet, for I have heard you enjoy such things.”

Allura hesitated before placing her hand in his. “How unfair that you know so much about me already, when I’ve only just met you.”

The metal of his gauntleted hands was hot from the natural temperature of his Galran blood, his fingers long and palm wide. Dangerous claws tipped his gloves, and he held her as glass. “Well, princess, your father does like to boast on his favorite daughter.”

“I’m his only daughter.”

He laughed, and it was a bell-like sound. “That as well.”

Alfor glanced back and forth at them, tapping his fingers together before a wicked grin stretched his face. He turned to the Council of Advisors, who sat along the walls of the lower court, silently pointing to Lotor and Allura with great approval.

For all the sadness that had wracked the universe through sickness and resource scarcity, it seemed there were yet bright spots to be found.

Paths for life to continue. 

#Voltron #Lotura #Lotor #Allura #Alfor #I watched DOTA and it did something to me omg #So that's where this is coming from a;slfjas #idk if this is really meant for sharing but I also felt bad I've not posted much lately a;dlfja #VLD

[vld-prompts]

Lotor is able to help Allura rebuild the machinery and revive the uncorrupted AI of her father.  Both are able to sit down and speak with the king.

#vld #vld prompts #lotor #allura #alfor #lotura

[probablyhuntersmom]

*gets absorbed in rewatching Mass Effect playthroughs* *sudden itch to draw them as the ME2 Squad Members coz you can match them up pretty well*

#vld #voltron #original paladins #blaytz #trigel #gyrgan #alfor #zarkon #like...Blaytz as Garrus..Gyrgan is Grunt..Zarkon is Thane.. #I want Shiro as Shepard tho. so Alfor could be the Illusive Man? #Trigel is a tough one but I'm tempted towards Samara #vld x mass effect