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@lancelotweek day 3: earth/space

[a-lesnikova]

Lancelot Week  | Day 2: love/hate

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[artmadval]

Lancelot week day 2 - Love | Hate 

this alien is handsome fool 

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[invidiaesc]

“You’re my hero.”  

I loved so much that wonderful scene from the @star-gazing-knight lancelot fanfic. ♥

So I decided to do it for the Lancelot week, hope it counts. 

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♥ You can help me! ♥

[the-glow-in-the-dark-star]

Why me?

@lancelotweek day 6: strengths / insecurities

Words: 1, 428

A/n: um... I think I played a bit loosely with this prompt but eh. Also, this fic is an Au, and doesn't go with the other ones.

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It was a stupid crush. That's all it was. That's what Lance kept trying to tell himself.

It started one day when Lance was quite young. He was helping out his parents, who worked for the Altean royal family, when some of the courtiers children started teasting him. They picked on him for his hand-me-down clothing, for the fact that his parents were servants, and for his markings. You see, Lance had a disorder that caused the markings on his face to be mismatched. One of them was blue, while the other one was red.

Lance was in tears when a boy, who seemed like he was a few years older then him, came in, glaring at the Altean children. The boy looked like he might be Altean, but he was bigger, and had lilac color skin and split pupils. He was dressed finely in red and black, and his silky white hair was up in a ponytail.

All it took was the boy's icy glare for all of the court children to pale and hurry off with rushed bows.

Once they were gone, the boy gave Lance a soft look.

"I'm sorry that you had to deal with that. I know what it's like, being different." The boy told him.

Lance rubbed at his eyes with his sleeves, "T-thank you."

The boy smiled, holding out his hand, "I'm Lotor!"

"I'm Lance!" He took the boys hand, shaking it eagerly.

Lotor was his friend for the rest of the day. Helping him out around the castle and running around with him outside when his duties were complete. It wasn't until much later that Lance found out who his friend really was. His father came out and Lotor sheepishly went over to him. His father, who was none other then Empirer Zarkon, ask his son where he had been all day. Lotor explained that he found a friend and that they were just playing. While Zarkon didn't exactly look happy that his son was hanging around a servant class boy, he didn't say anything. He even agreed to let Lotor play with Lance again.

Many years later, Zarkon himself would tell Lance that Lotor had always found it hard to make friends. The Galra saw him as an Altean, while the Altean's saw him as a Galra. In the end, he was glad that Lotor found a friend that didn't care about the fact that he was of two races.

For many years, whenever Lotor would come to Altea, he would always find at least a little time to spend with Lance. Even when the two of them got older and had many duties to attend to, Lotor always visited him.

It was after one such visit that Hunk, a friend of his who was from a minor noble house, started teasing him.

"What's with that smile?" Hunk laughed, poking his friend's cheek.

Lance swatted at him, "What? I can't be happy to see a friend?"

Hunk snorted, "Dude. You practically had heart eyes. You like him!"

"I do not!"

"Do to!"

"Do not!" Lance pouted, continuing with his work. What did it matter if he did? It was just a stupid crush. A stupid crush that came about because of how handsome the prince had become. It would pass, he assured himself.

And besides. Nothing could become of his feelings. He was just a servant. On top of that, there wasn't really anything special about him. He wasn't good enough for Lotor, Prince of the Galra.

Except the crush didn't go away. The more Hunk pointed it out, the more Lance realized it wasn't just a crush. He had feelings for his friend. He might even go as far as to say he was in love with him.

When he realized he was in love with Lotor, he locked himself inside a storage room and cried. He knew he wasn't good enough for Lotor. He knew Lotor would never love him in the way that he loved the prince. After all, how could he?

Lance had met many of the people Lotor knew. Princess Allura of Altea, the very princess he would surve one day. Acxa, a beautiful woman from a strange planet she refused to talk about. Narti, a strange woman without eyes, who had known Lotor for longer then Lance had. Ezor, a happy, beautiful woman who could make herself invisible. There was Zethrid, a strong woman with beautiful markings and coloration. Not to mention Keith, who was Acxa's brother. He was amazingly talented and now worked in the castle on Altean, and Shiro, a galra soldier and mentor of Keith's. They were all amazing, and with all of them there, it wasn't possible for Lotor to fall for him.

He would just have to accept that his love would always be one sided.

It was a party for Princess Allura's birthday. Lord Zarkon had been unable to attend, but Lotor had made it. As he worked, Lance saw Lotor speaking with Allura. He couldn't help but think they would make a beautiful couple.

Lance was distracted with his duties when some time later, Lotor came over and took his hand.

"Would you join me outside for a moment?" Lotor asked.

Outside they stood together in silence for a while. Eventually, Lotor spoke.

"My father has told me to hurry up and begin courting the person I'm interested in." Lotor began, "he says watching me pine is the price he must pay for inflicting the same torture on his friends all those years ago. Back when he fell in love with my mother."

Lance tried to swallow the lump in his throat, "then why don't you start courting them?"

Lotor sighed, "I admit, if there is one similarity between me and my father, it's that we are both cowards when it comes to matters of love."

"Why? You're... you're amazing. You always know how to talk things through. You don't let anyone walk over you and you don't care about people's opinions. You're so graceful with a sword... like a dancer. You're an amazing pilot and honestly? I could listen to you talk about how much you love flying because you're just so cute when you gush about it. Not to mention you're so damn attractive it's not fair. You care so deeply for the people important to you and you would do anything for them. Whoever it is would be lucky to have you. " Lance found himself ranting off before he could stop himself.

When he was done he noticed Lotor's face was a bit darker. Was... was he blushing?

"That was... " Lotor began, rubbing the back of his neck, "um... wow."

"I'm sorry..." Lance whispered, looking down.

A hand found it's way to Lance's chin, making him look up into the Prince's bright eyes.

"Don't be." Lotor whispered back. Before Lance knew what was happening, he felt lips brush against his.

... oh.

Lance kissed Lotor back, wrapping his arms around the prince. This was a dream, right? He would wake up at any moment. He would be alone in his bed, and Lotor wouldn't be kissing him.

Except he didn't wake up. Even when they pulled away for air. Even when Lotor kissed his neck, biting at the skin with his sharp fangs gently, making Lance's knees grow weak. It finally hit him that this was actully happening. He was outside with the prince, who was attacking his neck with one arm around Lotor and the other on the wall behind him.

"Why... me?" Lance asked breathlessly.

Lotor kissed him way back up to his lips. "hmmm..?" He hummed against them as he bagan kissing Lance again.

Lance kissed back before pushing Lotor back so he could think. "Why... why do you want me? You could have anyone!" Lance asked him.

"Exactly." Lotor said, "I can have whoever I want. I want you. You always know how to lighten the mood. You know all these weird skills. It makes me laugh sometimes. When you want to do something you pour your heart and soul into it. You love your family so much. You're not afraid to show you still want hugs from your mother, which is adorable. You're just.... you're so Lance. And that's all I've wanted for like... quite a while."

"I..." Lance began, but he couldn't think of anything to say. Instead, he just leaned forward, kissing the prince again.

The talking would come later. Insecurities addressed. But for now, well... they had all the time in the universe.

[star-gazing-knight]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: 

When Lotor rescued the Blue Paladin from his father, there were certain things that he expected. He expected to be branded a traitor and to be exiled from the Empire. He expected to be hunted down by his father. He expected to keep the Blue Paladin for only a short while, and then to return him with a secured alliance with Voltron.

He did not expect to become the face of a revolution, the cause of a Civil War, and be hailed as a hero by the people and the Blue Paladin. He did not expect it to be so difficult to locate Voltron. Nor did he expect for the Blue Paladin to inadvertently join his team. And the absolute last thing he expected was for feelings to form for the Blue Paladin.

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[ambivalentlangst]

Lancelot Week: Love/Hate

Presenting an angsty twist on the love bug au, here we go with @lancelotweek Day 2!

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Just a week ago, Lotor was fine. Not exactly at ease, but fine. He had something that was almost trust with the Voltron alliance, but not quite. There was too much edge, too much hate and bitterness in the eyes of his hosts. That was, except for the blue, er, red paladin. It was all very confusing.

Oh of course he remembered to be careful, was not nearly as touchy and open as he was with his real teammates, but he was at least at ease around him. It was his caring that got him assigned to work with Lotor for a mission. Lance, the paladin in question, had convinced his teammates that it would be good bonding to take Lotor on a mission. Nothing life threatening, naturally. Just a simple excursion to see how each other worked in the field without being in danger of getting murdered. That was fine with Lotor.

That stupid insect had been the downfall of it all.

Lotor had heard tales of the little beast, more affectionately dubbed a love bug. A single bite would have whoever the victim was following after the first person they looked at, absolutely enraptured, for several days.

Lotor never wanted that, but when Lance flung himself into his arms with a grin and held his face in his hands to plant a kiss on his lips, Lotor was far too stunned to react. The paladin, the red paladin of Voltron, was looking at him like he was his entire world. This was bad, and Lotor felt his stomach knot viciously within him. He’d never been stared at like that, with such simple love and devotion. He desperately found himself wanting more, but there was a hitch.

Even if Lance had not been under the influence of the bite, he was former red paladin’s boyfriend. Lotor did not miss the way his fellow halfbreed cringed and walked out of the room as Lance draped himself over him, eyes shining with fervor and adoration.

“Did you know you are the most beautiful creature in the entire universe?” He’d asked him, while his teammates glared. Lotor had smiled, more patronizing than anything, as Lance stared at him expectantly, with childish enthusiasm.

“You are not horrible yourself, paladin.” Lance had gone pink in his cheeks, his breathing coming faster.

“Oh my god you think I’m pretty!” he squealed. Lotor did not deny it, or the kisses that followed. He couldn’t possibly bring himself to tell the poor boy to stop, not when that would mean losing the warm, lithe way his body pressed against his when he insisted on embracing him, or the soft weight on Lotor’s chest in the morning as he woke up to find the boy he had most pointedly locked out of his room for the night. Lance was persistent, and Lotor eventually caved. He did not rub it in, not during meals that were eaten in tense silence while Lance sat on Lotor’s lap and tried to feed him food goo while his real lover watched, but he did not deny his advances when they were alone. He craved the way Lance’s long, tanned fingers felt gently combing through his hair, or the incessant grip on Lotor’s clawed hand, entirely ignoring the danger there. Lotor did not let it show, but oh how he adored it, and deep within him a sort of tender want formed, pulsing in a way Lotor could not possibly ignore. He cared for this boy, this paladin who doted on him so willingly.

The bite lasted a week, and Lotor could not remember a time he had been happier.

That last beautiful night, they had fallen asleep on the couch after watching a movie picked up from a store the earthlings had found. Lance had been leaning against Lotor, who had eventually succumbed to sleep with the steady rhythm of Lance’s breath on the skin of his neck as his lullaby.

When Lotor woke, Lance was gone.

He had been warned, of course. Lance would not remember anything that had happened while he’d still been feeling the affects of the bite. Still, when he saw his paladin with his sparkling eyes and smile brighter than any sun Lotor had seen that morning back with his true lover, it stung. Lotor walked away from the dining hall after lingering a few precious moments in the doorway. He did not miss the easy, natural flow of conversation and cheer that taunted him as he fled. No, of that he was acutely aware. It just went to show that Lotor did not get love, and never would. He was a fool for offering his heart, but and oh so quickly it’s new owner had forgotten about such a possession. Lotor had found his love, but just as soon it had deserted him.

[witchy-writes]

Lancelot week: day 7 promises/commitment

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Summary: Lotor and Lance get married.

Lance had been up for hours. He took a long shower, made sure his skin was clean and his hair was perfect. This was his usual routine, but today was special. Because he would be marrying Lotor.

Lotor had been the one to propose. He took Lance to this beautiful planet that had a beach just like back at home. The two spent the day there, playing in the sand, going for a swim, and then laying down, letting the sun warm them up. It was when the sun went away and the sky was full of stars, that Lotor got down on one knee, took hold of Lance’s hands and asked him to spend the rest of his life with him. As his husband.

Lance said ‘yes’.

The ceremony would take place in the Castle-Ship. Important weddings in Altea used to be celebrated in the castle and there was a huge room just for it that allowed many guests to attend. Which is great because Lance and Lotor’s guests list counted with a lot of names, even though they were just a few of the races Voltron had helped. Balmerans, Arusians, Olkari, the Blade of Marmora and others.

They had kindly requested the Olkari to take care of decorating the room. Coran would be officiating the ceremony. Hunk would be taking care of the food and the cake. Pidge the music.  Shiro would be checking to make sure if every guest had arrived. Keith volunteered to be the security and keep an eye for any danger, but Lance assigned him the role of taking pictures during the reception.

As the others were taking care of making sure everything was in place, Lance was in his room, with Coran helping him finishing to get ready.

He stood in front of a full-length mirror. Lance’s wedding attirement was a white tunic with blue stripes on its sleeves hems and collar, as well as a sash of the same color on the waist. His pants and lace-up boots were also white.

He stretched his arms as Coran helped him put on his blue silk gown. Lance had requested for the gown to not be too long, afraid he would trip over it.  

Lance observed himself in the mirror, twirling a little, loving the way the outfit looked on him. But something was still bugging him.

Allura knocked on the door before it slid open.

“Ready for makeup?”

She carried a pink box with blue laces adorning it, which no doubt must be filled with pallets, brushes and other cosmetics, and that Allura must have gotten when she was a much younger teen.

“Wow.”, her eyes sparkled as she stared in awe,  “You look beautiful, Lance.”

A little blush crept on Lance’s cheek at the compliment. Allura put down the box on Lance’s bed and wrapped her arms around her friend, pulling him into a hug.

“I’m so happy for you, Lance.”, she then pulled away, keeping him at arm’s length, her hands on his shoulders,“How are you feeling?”

“Happy. Excited.”, but then his smile dropped a little, “Nervous.”

Allura could tell something was wrong.

“Coran, could you give us a moment, please?”

“Of course, princess. I will go check on the preparations.”, he smiled at both Lance and Allura one last time before leaving.

Allura lead Lance away from the mirror and into the bed, so the two could sit down.

“Is something wrong? You can tell me, if you want.”, her voice was soft, but with the hint of concern.

“It’s just…”, Lance sighed, casting down his eyes, “What if he changes his mind?”

“Who? Lotor?”

Lance nodded, keeping his head down.

“Lance…”, Allura took hold of his chin, lifting his head, “He loves you. That wouldn’t change all of the sudden.”

“But what if he realizes he is not ready for this? Ready to be ‘tied down’ for the rest of his life with… someone like me?”, his brow furrowed as he bit his bottom lip.

Allura knew what he meant. She took hold of his hands, squeezing them gently, “I’m going to be honest with you. He can search the whole galaxy, he will never find someone better than you.”

Lance’s expression softened, “You think so?”

“Yes. And I believe so does Lotor. Besides,  if he dared to break your heart like that, I would hunt him down and make him regret it.”

Lance wiped the small tears in the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, “Thanks.”

“No puffy eyes.”, she jokingly scold him, giving his hands one last squeeze, before reaching for the box and putting it on her lap, “Now let’s make sure you steal the show.”

Allura applied just a tiny touch of blush to Lance’s cheeks, lip salve to make his lips shine a little, mascara to his eyelashes and the most perfect eyeliner.

“Allura you’re an artist!”, Lance said as he took a look in the mirror, and Allura packed everything back in the box.

Allura reached her hand out and Lance took it.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, then he exhaled, opening his eyes again, “Let’s go.”

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Everything was beautiful. Leaving the Olkari in charge of the decoration had been the best decision.

The most lovely flowers sprouted from the walls, all of them with the most dazzling colours and designs Lance had ever seen.

Flowers that resembled tulips and had white petals, decorated the borders of the long red carpet that led the way down to the aisle.

Blue and purple flowers, shaped like the roses from earth, were place on the steps to the altar.

“Lotor is going to love it.”, Lance exclaimed. He and Allura were standing in one of the side doors, next to the altar, that allowed them to see the entire room where the ceremony would take place.

Guests were already in their designated sits, chatting and laughing.

Lance would be exiting through that door, walking towards the altar where Coran would be, while Lotor would be coming from the other door, at the opposite side. The curtain to that door was pulled shut, so Lance had no idea if Lotor was already there or not.

Lance stepped back, pressing his back against the wall.

“Everything will be alright.”, Allura assured him, “I have to go now. And remember, no puffy eyes.”, she kissed his forehead and walked away to go to take her place with the others.

Lance felt like his heart was going to leap out of his ribcage. He can’t remember ever being this nervous in his entire life.

He looked at Lotor’s door again and saw the curtain was still pull shut.

He tried to calm himself. Maybe Lotor prefered to keep the curtain like that to give him more privacy. Or maybe there was another reason. Lance started to overthink it, but Coran’s arrival at the altar snap him out of his thoughts.

Coran cleared his throat before starting, “Dearly beloved. Humans, Arusians, Olkari, Balmerans, Galrans,…”, he nodded his head as he mentioned each race that was attending the ceremony, earning a few smiles and giggles from the guests, “We are gathered here on this day to celebrate the union between these two lovers: Lotor and Lance. Who have willingly and happily decided to become bounded for life through this ceremony.”

Lance wondered how Lotor was reacting to this speech. Would the part of ‘bounded for life’ make him realize he had made the wrong decision?

Music started playing and Lance knew this was his cue to get there. Once he stepped out of the shadows and made his way to the altar, all eyes were on him. He kept his head up, trying not to let others see just how much of a nervous wreck he was in that moment. He catched a glimpse of Allura, who was sitting at the front row, between Keith and Hunk. She smiled sweetly at him and he could feel himself calm down a little.

He went up the steps and now stood at Coran’s right side.

The two exchanged a smile, before turning their eyes to the door where Lotor was expected to come out from.

As seconds went by, and the curtain remained shut, Lance could feel his panic rising.

He had seen a ton of movies where the groom left the bride at the altar because he either chickened out or found someone else.

Would Lotor regret having asked Lance to marry him? Would Lotor choose to walk away from all this? And leave Lance behind?

But then the curtain was pulled open, revealing Lotor.

Lance’s jaw nearly dropped as he saw him. He looked stunning in his attire. A long white coat of knee-lenght that fit close to his body and a purple sash on his waist. The collar, the sleeves hems and the buttons of the coat were also purple and he also wore white pants and boots. His long silver hair was caught in a ponytail.

As Lotor made his way to the steps, elegant as ever, Lance felt like a weight had been lifted out of him. Lotor was there. He didn’t walked out on him. And now Lance felt silly for all the doubts he had and how he had unnecessarily caused himself so much stress.

Lotor now stood at Coran’s left side and the two nodded at each other.

Lotor turned to face Lance, his indigo eyes gazing lovingly at him. He took hold of his hands and lean down a little to brush his lips against Lance’s knuckles, “You look radiant.”, he said before pressing a kiss against them.

Lance’s rolled his eyes, blushing, the guests laughing a little at that.

“You are looking incredible.”, Lance complimented him.

Lotor let go of his hands and the two turned to Coran, so the ceremony could proceed.

“The essence of this commitment is the acceptance of each other in entirety, as lover,

companion, and friend. Do you both promise to share your lives openly with one another, and to speak the truth in love? Do you promise to care for one another, cherish and encourage each other, stand together, through sorrows and joys, hardships and triumphs, for all the days of your lives?“

“We do.”, they spoke in unison and they couldn’t help but smile fondly at one another.

A tiny Arusian walked down the aisle, carrying a white cushion with the two wedding rings. The rings had been crafted with a material similar to gold, and little stones, that shined bright like stars, decorated them.

“As they exchange the rings, they will speak their vows, a way for them to declare their devotion to each other and for everyone present to witness.”

Lotor went first. His eyes met Lance’s and he had the softest expression on his face as he placed the ring on his lover’s finger.

“My beloved Lance, I never thought I would love someone as much as I love you. I promise to stay by your side, to protect you, to love you, until my last breath. I hope the life we are about to start together will be full of bliss and adoration.”

Oh boy, Lance could feel himself tear up a bit. Now he understands why his sister cried at her own wedding.

Lance picked up the other ring. He had the sweetest smile on his face as he slid the ring in Lotor’s finger and he knew Lotor was smiling too.

“Back on Earth, when I dreamed about being a pilot and hoping to one day explore space, I never could have imagined I would end up finding my soulmate. Lotor, I promise to be a doting and faithful husband for the rest of our lives.”

‘Aaaawws’ and sighs could be heard among the guests. Even when he was done with his vows, Lance continued to hold Lotor’s hand.

Once the rings exchanged was done, they turned to Coran, who was trying his best to hold back the tears.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now…”, Coran choked on a sob, “You may…you…just kiss already.”

Lance couldn’t contain his excitement as he took hold of Lotor’s face and pulled him into a kiss. Lotor’s arms looped around Lance’s waist, pressing him closer to him.

The crowd stood up, cheering and clapping. Coran wiped his tears with a handkerchief that he had in his pocket.

When they broke the kiss, both had the biggest smiles on their faces. They held hands as they walked down the steps and made their way down the aisle, the guest throwing petals at them.

The rest of the celebration would be spent eating Hunk’s delicious food, drinking and dancing. A day full of happiness and joy.