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t3hwh1t3p4nth3r · 6 years
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Lotura Week Day 4!
Shiro was trying to bite back the pain, frequently hissing through clenched teeth.
 Keith removed his belt and folded it over before putting it in front of Shiro’s mouth. Shiro bit down hard on it as Pidge and Matt tightened the binding around what was left of his right arm. His mechanical one had been wrenched off by a large piece of debris, taking a fair chunk of his flesh with it. The belt didn’t keep him from shouting as they cauterized the wound shut.
 “That’s only going to work for so long.” Pidge said, tossing some of the blood soaked rags aside. “Without proper treatment, there’s still a fair chance it could get badly infected…”
 Allura was sat against a wall shaking her head, only a few feet away from where she had gotten sick. Everything had been going so well. They weren’t terribly far from Earth now. They had traveled so far for so long and had only minor incidents. This had to be Sendak. They had learned he was still alive, but they hadn’t known anything about his plan. Had he tracked them? Had he known that they would head to Earth? If he did…
 She was very nearly sick again at the thought alone.
 Shiro was the only one severely injured in the initial attack. Everyone else’s injuries were minor. They could tend to the majority of them themselves.
 “I think we really messed up…”
 Everyone turned their attention to Hunk as he spoke. He shook his head lightly as he continued, glancing around at all of them.
 “I think we really messed up… Turning on Lotor like that… Leaving him the Rift…”
 “What?!? You heard what he did! Romelle showed us what he did! You’re saying we should still be working with him!?! That we should have given him the chance to keep draining the life out of innocent people!?!” Keith may have changed in a lot of ways while he was gone, but it was apparent that his temperament wasn’t one of those things.
 “All I’m saying is that… We didn’t really hear his side back there. And he was the Galran Emperor. He was the only reason things were staying at all stable in the Empire. With him gone, what’s gonna stop them all from trying to seize power, planets and whatever else they want for themselves?”
 Pidge gave a small nod.
 “I think Hunk might be right… There’s almost no equilibrium any more. Without anything to stand in the way, everything has turned to chaos… We’d probably be better off if he was still here.”
 “With that monster gone, my people can finally be safe and truly free!” Romelle had remained rather quiet until now, tending to Lance’s larger scrapes.
 “We have a saying on Earth: Better the Devil you know than the Devil you don’t.” Matt kept his voice level and calm. It showcased the discipline he had learned while working with the rebel forces. “You may no longer have Lotor to deal with, but there has to be at least one other person that knew the location of New Altea. It’s likely that information could be used as a hefty bargaining chip by the right person. Your people are at even more risk now than ever, because now ANY Galran warlord could show up to claim the colony. What happened to your people was awful, I’m not denying that. But as things stand now, it could get much worse for the surviving Alteans.”
 The air in the room was heavy, the sounds of explosions and structures crumbling being the only noise.
 Shiro spoke, his voice weak and still showing his pain clearly. “Is there any way… We’d be able to even get him back?”
 Coran shakes his head. “It’s highly unlikely… We don’t even know if he survived… Overexposure to raw quintessence is incredibly dangerous and has shown itself to be lethal before. Besides… Even if he did survive, we have no way to access the Rift. We sealed the entrance to Rift that was at Daibazaal. There are likely similar Rifts scattered throughout the Universe, but we have no way of knowing where they are or how they’d be connected.”
 “Or IF they’d be connected…”
 “Exactly. And we simply don’t have the means to open a Rift without the Castle of Lions.” Coran’s expression dropped further. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think there’s anything we can do to get him back. We just don’t have the power.”
 A large blast from Sendak’s ship landed only a few buildings over from where they were hiding. Allura glanced out the window, spying the ship.
 “Power…”
 “What was that Princess?”
 “Coran. You said we didn’t have enough power to try to bring Lotor back from the Rift. If anyone did have such power, I think it would likely be Haggar.”
 “Oh, great idea…” Pidge’s mood had been incredibly surly ever since they landed. The sudden turn of the situation for the worse did absolutely nothing to improve it. “And I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to help us out. Not to mention, she’s probably halfway across the quiznaking universe.”
 Allura shook her head. “I don’t think so. Sendak… He’s essentially become her puppet. After all the times her Beasts failed her, I think she would want to stick close by. In case something went wrong. That way she could easily fix the problem. I think she’s on that ship with him.”
 “Ok. Let’s assume that’s right. Then what? We’d still have to find a way to make her use her powers to open the Rift and then figure out how to get Lotor out before she realized something was up and closed us in there too.”
 “I know, Pidge. But what better choices do we have? With Lotor’s ship fighting alongside Voltron, we could easily dispatch Sendak here and now before his damage can spread any further. We’ve already seen that Voltron alone isn’t enough in this fight.”
 That was a point no one could argue.
 Lance’s tone was soft and a bit rough from smoke he’d breathed in earlier. “If Allura thinks it’s the right thing to do… Then I’ll stand behind her decision.”
 They all looked around at each other, sharing glances that were at once determined but unsure.
 “Another impossible mission for Team Voltron…” Hunk sighed with a forced smile. “Well… What’s the plan?”
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 After making the necessary repairs to Green, Allura, Pidge and Lance made their way to Sendak’s ship, hidden behind the cloaking technology. After the drop off, Allura and Lance would be on their own.
 As expected, the ship was crawling with sentries and officers. There were a few Galrans who looked uneasy, almost scared.
 The likely cause of that discomfort made her voice heard.
 “I want you to double his restraints. Ever since he was a child he’s found ways to get loose.”
 “Mistress Haggar, with the restraint around his neck, I don’t believe that’s-“
 The man’s words are cut off with a startled, choking sound.
 “I was not asking for your opinion on the matter, Lieutenant. You could not possibly understand Prince Lotor like I do. Now, do as I say.”
 There’s the sound of a body falling to the floor followed by coughing.
 “Of course… Mistress Haggar..”
 Lance and Allura exchanged glances of vague horror and shock. Haggar did indeed have the power to open up the Rift. And she had already done it. She had already retrieved Lotor.
 Allura opened up the communication on her helmet, her voice a whisper. “Lotor is on the ship. Haggar said he was restrained. That… that means he must be alive.” The small break at the end did not go unnoticed. Her relief was apparent, especially to Lance who could see her face.
 It was bitter sweet for him. He was so happy to see her look almost happy. She hadn’t ever since the incident. Afterwards, she had started second guessing her reactions. They all had. Well, almost all of them. Romelle and Keith had remained adamant that they had made the right call in leaving Lotor behind. No one else could honestly say they shared that confidence, though. Like Hunk had said earlier: They hadn’t even tried to hear Lotor out.
 Though he was happy to see her happier than she’d been in a while, he was still a bit sad about it too. Sad that it wasn’t him who was making her happier. He’d tried multiple times, and he had succeeded in getting a lot of smiles to cross her lips. But they were usually pretty fleeting. They were small distractions, but they didn’t actually help to get rid of the hurt. And he did feel like they had been growing closer lately, just… not really in the way he had wanted. Their friendship was feeling stronger than ever. But he couldn’t help wondering if that was all it was destined to be: An amazing friendship. Nothing more and nothing less.
 But that was ok. He felt lucky to have a woman as incredible as Allura in his life at all, let alone as a close friend. He knew his feelings would probably never change. He would continue to love her, and to fight for her and whatever made her happy. And if that meant he’d be fighting for Lotor, so be it. As long as Allura ends up happy, he’ll be alright with whatever makes it happen.
 They carefully made their way through the ship, narrowly avoiding detection a few times. They had lost sight of the Lieutenant a little while ago, but they knew they were in the right general area. They ducked into an alcove as one of the doors opened, the Lieutenant emerging.
 “That ought to hold him.”
 They waited for him to round the corner out of sight before they dashed over to the door. They were surprised when the door opened without any sort of security measures seeming to be in place. They soon realized it was because this had been a rushed cell. The room wasn’t meant for containing prisoners or anything of value.
 As the door closed behind them, Allura removed her helmet.
 Lotor was strapped to what resembled an operating table, tilted upward slightly. There were two heavy restraints on each of his ankles, each of his wrists, each of his shoulders, around his middle and around his neck. Even Lotor wouldn’t be able to escape from this.
 Her voice came out soft and hesitant, not at all how she had intended.
 “Lotor?”
 His brow furrowed at the voice before his eyes slipped open. They were shifting between the eyes Allura had come to know and eyes of pure yellow.
 They snapped shut once more soon enough, Lotor turning his head as far away from her as he could manage. His jaw was tight, as was his voice.
 “Enough of your games, Witch!”
 Allura flinched at his biting tone but soon shook it off, trying once more.
 “Lotor. Please. It’s me. It’s REALLY me. Allura.”
 “ I already lost her! You needn’t continue mocking my pain!”
 Allura approached. As she did, she saw tears starting to spill from his shut eyes. Were they from anger and hate towards who he perceived her to be? Or were they because he missed her? Because he had loved her? And she had turned her back on him?
 Tears slid down her cheeks to as she moved in front of him.
 “Witch, I said –“
 Allura pressed her lips to his before he could get his thought out. His surprise was evident when she pulled away.
 “A… Allura? It’s… Really you?”
 His eyes started shifting less, settling on the familiar eyes for longer.
 Allura nodded.
 “Yes.”
 His eyes settled for the final time, back to the way they’d always been. His tears started to flow harder, his head hanging as much as the restraints around his neck would allow.
 “Allura, I’m… I’m so sorry. I was going to tell you, I just… I didn’t know how. I-“
 She shakes her head, gently covering his mouth with a hand.
 “I’m sorry too. I promise, I’ll hear your explanation. But it can’t be now. Lance and I have to get you out of here.”
 Lotor glanced over Allura’s shoulder, noticing the paladin for the first time.
 “How do we get you out of these?”
 Lotor shook off the mild embarrassment he felt at having cried like that in front of one of the paladins.
 “The panel beside Lance. It opens. They put the keys in there.”
 It took a moment for Lotor to get his legs under him. He had evidently been restrained for a while. Once he recovered, though, they made their way into the hall.
 “We’ll need to make our exit quickly. They frequently check to make sure I’m still there. The witch’s orders. It won’t be long until they discover I’m missing and realize someone got onboard.”
 “Where exactly are we going? Pidge’s drop off and pick up point is back that way.” Lance gestured in what he believed to be the general direction of where they had come in.
 “Lotor, do they have your ship here as well?”
 Lotor gave a nod.
 “Yes. They’ve been making repairs to it. Haggar realized the potential of it and likely wants to use it as a means to put an end to Voltron. She can’t do that if she doesn’t have it though.”
 “You know, to be fair, you kinda used it to try to put an end to Voltron too…” The look that Lance got from Allura read loud and clear: NOT THE TIME!
 Lotor winced slightly at the paladins words.
 “Yes… You’re right… And I… Well, there really is no way to apologize for what I did or what I said. There’s no excuse…”
 “Boys, we’ll discuss it later. The hangar is ahead.”
 Thankfully the only ‘people’ in their way were sentries. That didn’t make the fight necessarily easy, but it did mean there was a little less chance of an alarm being sounded that would send in more attackers.
 Only a little less. They had just gotten inside of the Sincline ship when a loud alarm started sounding. The hangar would soon be swarmed with sentries and officers.
 “Uh, Lotor!?! Not trying to tell you how to do your job or anything, but maybe getting us out of here would be a good idea!”
 Lotor growled as he fought with the controls trying to get Sincline started and going.
 “They made less progress than I had anticipated. It’s because they left it in one piece. Hold on to something! This will not be my best flying.”
 Allura and Lance did as they were told.
 Lotor gave up fighting the controls, aiming a sharp kick at it instead. It worked, jostling the stuck mechanism sharply into place. They shot forward just as the sentries flooded in, the ship taking multiple hits from the blasters.
 With the main mechanism back in alignment, Lotor had better control of the ship. It was clear to him that there was still much that needed repair. For now, though, he’d settle for a convincing bluff. He stabilized Sincline, facing toward Sendak’s ship. He drew the dual swords, hoping the threat alone would be enough to scare them off.
 He didn’t have to find out. Three of the Voltron Lions soon came up to join them.
 This clearly did the trick. It didn’t take long for the ship to create a portal and start to leave.
 “Shouldn’t we stop them!?! They’re going to get away!”
 “No, Keith.” Allura’s tone was calm. “All of our ships are too badly damaged to survive a true fight right now. We’ll have to wait until our paths cross again. I’m sure it’ll be sooner than we would like. For now, we should make repairs and tend to our injuries.”
 They all returned to the ground to do just that.
 It was a new start. A very awkward and tense new start. But a new start none the less.
(Holy shit this is hella long. I hope you enjoy it if you manage to get through all 2682 words of it. Shit. Anyway, this one is late too, but not as bad as my last one. Hopefully I can be on time for the next one at least)
(Prompts: Dystopian AU/ Equilibruium/ Complementary. That last one is  abit debatable)
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Lotura Week 2018
Day 6; June 29: Family 
SPACE BABIES!!!
My Patreon:  www.patreon.com/mistiqarts
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princess-triton · 6 years
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Day 1; June 24: Meeting and Parting / Compromise / Soulmate AU
This is a classic but the soulmate AU can be declined with so much variations. Like your Altean’s mark glowing near The One™.
What do you mean it’s not AU but Canon content? 8)
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perunikaart · 6 years
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Day 3; June 26: Expectations / Leadership / Mythology AU
The missing Milkshake Scene ft. Lotor’s Sentient Hair Noodle
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stpeachery · 6 years
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Day 6; June 29: Family / Past and Future / Time Travel AU
Somewhere, in one of those other realities, I would like to think they settled down and had a family together.
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vilify · 6 years
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Lotura week - day iv - dystopian au - The benevolence of Empress Allura
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rakiah · 6 years
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Lotura Week Day 2 : Victory or Death / Contrast / Fairy tale AU 
 …Death. Together. 
 Yes sorry, I wanted a drama pic. 
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morticiahavisham · 6 years
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I’m obviously mad late but I was inspired by everyone’s outpouring of art for Lotura Week last week! I haven’t posted on tumblr (or the internet in general) in quite some time but I hope to change that. 😅At least we can be frustrated with season 6 together. 😓
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saltwife · 6 years
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Prince meets Princess...
Lotura Week Day 2: Victory or Death / Contrast / Fairy Tale AU First in what I hope will be another AU series; this one for Snow White! EDIT: Part 2!
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tricksterdraws · 6 years
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#LoturaWeek2018
Day 4; June 27: Complementary / Equilibrium / Dystopian AU
better late than never I continue on with Lotura Week after some life things got in the way and kept me from working on the pictures. From here on on pencil lineart-sketchy lineart only for obvious reasons of “oh gosh I’m late! I’m late!”
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altean-lioness · 6 years
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Grated Expectations
Lotura Week day 3: expectations
The credits rolled on the screen, while in the bottom corner, new suggestions for other shows lit up for viewing pleasure. All eyes were upblinking at the screen, jaws were on the floor, and milkshakes were dropped from shock.
Team Voltron had assembled into the Castle of Lions’ lounge to watch the latest season of their show. They had long anticipated the premier, given the positive feedback from last season and looked forward to the story’s progression..
Only to watch this...
“What the QUIZNAK was that?!” Lotor barked and gestured to the television. “Am I dead?!”
“Did I LEAVE YOU in a quinetessence rift?!” Allura choked from horror in the emperor’s lap, her milkshake dripping on his black lounging pants. Her ears wilted as she fought tears, even her bun slumped over in her depression.
“So I... died.. and I was in the black lion the whole time..?” Shiro squinted and rescued up to feel his now whitened hair.
“Am I in the black lion now?!” Lotor shouted, tossing his hands in the air. “Apparently that’s where we go when we die!”
“So I guess I’m still straight..” Lance sulked on his fist then shyly glanced to the grizzlier, cooler looking Keith. “So much for progressive character development.”
“And where was my brother?” Pidge asked with a mouthful of peanut butter cookie. “Didn’t we spend a good chunk of the previous season getting him and my dad back..?”
“Why didn’t I listen to Lotor..?” Allura’s ears lowered almost to her cheeks and she sulked on Lotor, who held tightly and growled. “That doesn’t seem like me..”
“Apparently the theme of this season is character assassination..?” Hunk chimed in from the floor with his bowl of popcorn. “I mean.. the most in character thing was Keith adopting a space wolf..”
As if on cue, Space Wolf teleported before the yellow paladin, wagging his fluffy tail and dive headfirst for the popcorn bowl. He growled in delight at the salty treat while Hunk merely smiled and pet him. He couldn’t be mad at the good boy.
“What about Oriande?!” Lotor continued his rant, insulted by the ending and opened the previous season to the mentioned episode. “I was WORTHY to enter the realm?! Apparently being a traitorous bastard makes me worthy to enter the realm of ancient Alteans?”
“Lotor, it’s okay..” Allura tried to soothe.
“No, my princess. It ISN’T okay!” He barked back, but kept his affectionate hold on her. “My betrayal against you is unspeakable! Those ludicrous madmen believe I would search desperately to uncover the secrets of my own bloodline, while at the same time drain them of their quintessence like some... some.. Lance! What is that movie you made us watch the other night?”
“Dracula?” The blue paladin glanced over his shoulder.
“DRACULA!” Lotor exclaimed.
“Soooooo.. no one is going to talk about how some blonde altean just showed up, said Lotor was a Dracula, comes from a planet of thousands of Alteans, and yet none of them can fly an older model ship?” Krolia inquired from the lazy boi chair, draped over her husband’s lap like a panther.
“... is no one gonna talk about how I’m dead..?” Tex raised a dark brow. “Guess not..”
Team Voltron glared at the television when it turned black. Popcorn, cookies, and milkshake cups were flung at the screen, splattering crumbs and spills. When it activated once more, it went to the menu screen, featuring starlit silhouettes of Lotor and Allura.
Hunk hissed through his teeth and cautiously glanced back to the sofa. The royal couple stared, dead-eyed and devastated. Keith slowly crawled away from the foot of the sofa as to not be caught in the crossfire when Lotor threw his blade into the screen, making it shatter and break.
“If anyone needs me... I’ll be in the hot tub..” Lotor snarled, standing and taking Allura’s hand, implying she would be joining him.
The door wooshed closed, leaving the paladins and Keith’s parents to deal with the remains of the broken television. They all met each other’s gazes, and nodded in unison of what they had to do.
The waste disposal opened from the castle of lions, and out from the garbage chute went the chucked remains of the television. Plasma shards, hard wiring, and bits of the screen went sailing into space.
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t3hwh1t3p4nth3r · 6 years
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Lotura Week Day 1!
Allura woke up with a gasp, panting and in a cold sweat. She moves a hand over her heart, feeling the accelerated beating.
 After catching her breath she shifted out of bed, grabbing her dressing gown. She needed to check something.
 The castle was quiet. The only one still awake was Coran, monitoring the ship’s readings.
 Allura slipped through the corridors. She didn’t have far to go. When she reached the door she couldn’t help but hesitate. She was worried about what she might see. Or rather, what she might not.
 She reached out, activating the panel on the door. It gave a quiet ‘whoosh’ as it opened. That soft sound was still enough to wake the room’s occupant, though. Lotor was, understandably, a very light sleeper.
 He turned to the door to see who had entered. His eyes seemed to glow in the faint light.
 “Allura? Is something wrong?”
 She moved into the room, the door closing behind her. There was a very faint pinkish-purple glow from the lighting panels in Lotor’s room.
 Lotor sat up as she moved to take a seat at the edge of his bed.
 “Allura?”
 She shook her head lightly.
 “It’s nothing… A nightmare… I’m just… I’m glad that you’re here. And alright.”
 Her forced cheerful tone didn’t escape his notice. He reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear.
 “Allura… What did you see?”
 She shook her head lightly once more.
 “Do you think that… Perhaps we’re tempting the fates by continuing to study the Rift? I don’t know why… But I’ve developed an uneasy feeling about it all… I worry that history may repeat itself because we’ve failed to learn from it.”
 “Allura, the research we’re conducting, the strides we’re making with the Rift… Ultimately I believe it will all bring peace to the Universe. We know the dangers of it. So we can be wiser than our predecessors. We can do things properly. Together.”
 She was quiet for a moment. She wanted to believe he was right. But, dream or not, what she saw had shaken her. And it had felt so real.
 “Lotor… In my nightmare… In my nightmare you lost yourself to the Rift… Like Zarkon did. I saw you dying in the Rift… I fear that it may be more than a dream. That it may be a warning. But I do know how important this work is… I’m afraid I just don’t know which decision to make. Either decision could end in catastrophe…”
 “I think this work is too important to give up… But your intuition doesn’t seem to lead you astray often. I know you’re worried, but I think continuing to study the Rift will be the fastest way to end this war.”
 “I know… A few days, then? We can take a few days to step away from this project. We can put our focus into other aspects of our work, like strengthening the alliance. Perhaps even just allow ourselves to relax a little. Clear our heads. Then return to it with refreshed minds.”
 Lotor gave a small nod.
 “Alright, Allura. Starting tomorrow, we’ll take a few days to step away. There are some diplomatic matters I need to see to anyway.”
 She smiled, relieved that he had agreed so readily. He’d been incredibly focused on this project. She had expected more of a fight. She’d never been more pleased to be wrong.
 She leaned in, pressing a light kiss to his forehead.
 “Thank you. Lotor.”
 She smiled as she pulled away. Lotor’s Altean marking had lit up. Hers surely had as well. Ever since they discovered they each had The Mark of the Chosen back at Oriande, both of their marking had been lighting up rather frequently. Particularly when they were together. Lotor still wasn’t used to it. He couldn’t feel it happen, but he still knew.
 Allura stood from his bed, moving back to the door.
 “I ought to let you get back to sleep… Sweet dreams, Lotor.”
 “Sweet dreams, Allura.”
 She slipped back to her own room in silence, a tender smile never leaving her lips.
(prompts; Meeting and Parting/ Soul Mate AU/ Compromise.
I did my best to incorporate all of them, though it was more difficult than I had anticipated and they’re kinda loosely incorporated. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!)
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Day 1; June 24: Meeting and Parting / Compromise / Soulmate 
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Day 4; June 27: Complementary / Equilibrium / Dystopian AU
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Day 7; June 30: Free Day
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weebleswrites · 6 years
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Lotura Week Day 1
Title: Compromise and Cupcakes Rating: PG-13 for two cuss words Word Count: 612 Theme: Compromise (Also a Modern AU)
(Under the cut just so it doesn’t mess with people’s dashboard)
“How could you do this?” She spat at him as Lotor stood across the kitchen island from her, the evidence of his transgression lay between them.
“Allura, I-” Lotor tried to explain, his voice soft as he sought to soothe her rage.
“You know what?  Never mind.” She threw up her hands in disgust, “I don’t want to hear your excuses.”
“Allura, please…” Lotor begged with her, guilt racking his conscience.
“I just…feel like you’ve used me.” She hissed as she turned her back to him.
“How have I used you?” Lotor asked, confused.  She was blowing this situation entirely out of proportion.  If only she would listen…
“You’ve just been using me for my connections. Just to get what you want.” She practically wailed.
“Allura…” he growled low in his throat, his earlier remorse replaced by indignation.  “It was just a damn cupcake.”
“Wrong!” Allura swung on him, fire in her eyes.  “It was one of Hunk’s custom cupcakes that he made just for me.  Just for my birthday, in case you forgot.  And you ate it.”  The last words seemed to crawl out of her mouth oozing with venom.
“Allura, your birthday was last Friday!  It had been sitting in the refrigerator for almost a week, I thought you didn’t want it. You know I have a weakness for cake!”  He could not believe they were actually having a fight over a dessert.
“I was saving it!” Allura whispered, her eyes narrowed dangerously.
“For what?” Lotor demanded in return.
“I guess now we’ll never know.”  She huffed angrily as she crossed her arms and turned her back to him once more.
Lotor rubbed a hand across his face tiredly; this was probably the most ridiculous argument they had ever had.  The cupcake liner on the kitchen island seemed to mock him as he looked down at it, damn his sweet tooth.  
With a sigh, Lotor threw the offending piece of trash into the waste where it belonged before he made is way over to his fuming girlfriend.
Stepping up behind her, Lotor wrapped his arms around her waist even as Allura turned her head the other direction, refusing to look at him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, kissing the top of her hair.
“I’m sorry I ate your cupcake.” He brushed his lips against her ear, smiling when he felt her tremble slightly in his arms.  She turned her head back towards him marginally.
“How about a compromise?” He proposed as he kissed her cheek.  “Why don’t I take you out to dinner, and then we can come back here and I’ll bake a dozen cupcakes for you.”
She was silent, but he could see the edge of her lips bend up in a smile before she turned around in his embrace and draped her arms around his neck as she asked,
“May I suggest a modification to your compromise?”
“Of course,” he purred.
“You take me out to dinner, but let’s leave the baking to Hunk, hm?” She stood up on her toes to press a kiss to his jaw.  Lotor blinked down at her,
“Are trying to insult my honor Allura?”
“No, Love, only your baking skills.” She laughed and Lotor bent down to capture her lips with his own. Allura sighed into the kiss, carding the fingers of one hand through his long hair, enjoying the moment.
“So, am I forgiven?” he asked once they separated, his forehead resting against hers as he stared down into her eyes.
“That depends,” she said cryptically before she paused for a moment ominously.  “How good was it?”
Lotor laughed.
“It was delicious.”
“Bastard,” Allura swatted his chest, joining in his amusement.
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