Cell Talk (Lotor x Reader)
So as promised, another Lotor x Reader. This will be a 3-part thing for me, as I felt the fic would not do in just one shot. NOTE: I love Allura and I’m not bashing on her in this fic, just what she says. Hope y’all enjoy !!!
Warning: angst, mentions of racism
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The Galran Prince’a ship flew into the Castle of the Lions, landing gently and calmly into its port. But all was not gentle or calm.
With guns drawn, the Paladins surrounded the Galran ship, fearing and waiting for the famed prince to emerge.
What was there to expect something fearfully horrible? Or something to gain from all this?
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Hours later, there were still arguments about what to do with Lotor. You sat quietly as Allura talked your ear off about every possible way Lotor could do something as you all stood there and did nothing.
“It’s in their vile nature to destroy us at every possible chance!” She argued.
“Look, I get that this could be a possible ambush, but we need to plan right away we should do.” Shiro replied, the frustration in his voice never ending.
“There is no plan to get rid of him. The Galra are all the same. Evil to the core and they will stop at nothing for victory!” Allura spatted.
You saw Lance glance at you, then at Allura. His eyes held onto her for a second, as if he was trying to understand what she was saying. Then he walked out of the room, his helmet hanging from his hand. Everybody stopped arguing, noticing Lance leaving.
“What’s wrong with him??” Pudge asked.
“I don’t know. Just all this talk about the Galra and Lotor and. . . yeah.” Hunk trailed off.
You got up. “I’ll go check on him.” You said.
“No, no I’ll go.” Allura said, making her way to the door.
“No. I think I know what’s wrong with him.” You said, the sudden tone of your voice stopping Allura dead in her tracks.
“Don’t worry, I got this. Trust me.” You said, placing a hand on her shoulder to show there were no hard feelings.
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You walked into Lance’s room. He sat on his bed, flipping his helmet around.
“Lance?” You said. “Lance? Are you okay?”
He sighed, putting his helmet onto the side of him.
“I don’t know. It’s just...what Allura said back there. About the Galra.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” You said, sitting next to him.
Lance nodded, resting his face on his fist.
“It just...reminded me of Earth. When I was a little, me and my grandma would go out to run errands, and I would translate for her,” he said.
“Go on.” You encouraged.
“Well, this one time, I was speaking Spanish to her, and this guy came up to us. I never seen him before and I didn’t know what he wanted, but I remember him telling us to speak English because we were in America. My grandma asked what he said, but he turned to her, pointing in her face, telling us how we were all the same. Lazy, good for nothing and we needed to go back to where we belong.” Lance reflected. He looked at you, waiting for your response.
You felt absolutely horrible about what Lance said. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
“Just hearing Allura say that... just kind of brought me back.” Lance finished somberly.
After a small moment of silence, you placed your hand on his shoulder.
“You know, what’s in the past is in the past. Saying something like that is a true reflection on what you really are, and what you really stand for. Allura is just hurt, you know?” You said. “She doesn’t realize that there are some good Galra out there, like good humans and bad humans.
Lance nodded. “You’re right.” He said.
“Don’t stress about it, okay? Don’t let these little things get you down. And besides, here you are, saving the galaxy while that guy is still on Earth doing the same shit everyday. Or maybe he’s dead.” You said.
Lance chuckled, a lighter feeling spreaded around the room.
“God, if Keith heard what she said.” Lance said, a small smile hinted at the corner of his mouth.
You chuckled. “Good thing he isn’t here.”
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You waited until everyone was asleep to do the unthinkable. You watched as Allura walked into her room, yawning.
Using your handprint, you walked down the darkened corridor that was used to hold prisoners. At the end was a well - lit cell. Sat against the wall was him. Prince Lotor. His eyes were closed, his breathing soft.
You crept slowly, not to startle him. You sat down the packaged meal in front of the slot, slowly pushing it into the cell.
“There’s no need for that. I’m awake.”
You jumped back, startled by Lotor’s sudden response.
“On that note. I request a personal audience. With you.”
