#prince lotor

[normanbreadlover]

LanceLot with the Reze reference

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[bonkers-4-hatter]

Lotor x fat reader where he is enthralled by her squishiness and can't stop poking and grabbing handfuls of her belly, thighs, etc cause galra women are muscular and he have never seen such a soft round body

Hey anon! Oh my gosh, this sounds so cuuuute! <3 Here ya go, hope you enjoy it, first post back in so long. Sorry if it's rusty!

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"Lance, is he still looking at me?" I whisper this to my paladin friend who annoyingly just laughs at my question.

"Hate to break it to ya (Y/N), but he's full on staring over here." I sigh as my shoulders slump down, my mind trying to wrap around the strange issue that's come up this week. Ever since Lotor started staying at the castle with us, he hasn't stopped looking at me and it's unnerving to say the least.

It's not...hateful staring, that type of staring I'm fully used to since I'm a bigger person. The type of look that basically says 'how dare you be a fat person'. Lotor's stares though...seem enamored, obsessive in a way. He didn't hide it at all, everyone noticed it and it only made my round cheeks flush.

"I don't get it Lance...there's nothing on my face...I have matching clothes, why does he keep staring at me!?" My face is in my hands as I rub my brow trying to cease the migraine coming on.

"He likes you (Y/N), duh." My head snaps up as I stare at him like he grew another head. "Excuse me?" I see him rolling his eyes as he turns to me. "He. Likes. You." Lance says each word slowly, like he's explaining some unnatural phenomenon, which in a way he is.

"Trust me, he likes you (Y/N), he can't keep his eyes off ya, just talk to him okay?" I see people leaving the meeting room as Allura concludes our weekly team meeting. I stay seated as I think on Lance's words for a few more minutes before getting up and going to Lotor's room. I think back to the looks he's given me and they seem to be filled with wonder, like he was entranced by me and the mere thought brings a smile to my face.

Soon, I'm in front of his door, and I take a moment to ground myself, and I knock. I hear his footsteps and soon I'm face to face with the prince himself.

"H-hey Lotor." Now that I'm staring right into his eyes, I feel like bolting away and abandoning this stupid mission that Lance got stuck in my head.

"(Y/N), what a pleasure to see you." My round cheeks flush as his gaze roams up and down my body before ushering me into his room. I take a good look around, it's the usual small room we all have in the castle, but his is decorated with books, papers and some what looks like royal Galra furnishings and decorations.

"To what do I owe this visit, my dear?" I really need him to stop talking in that smooth voice, because it's not doing wonders for my flamed round cheeks. I just need to come out and say it, otherwise I'll be walking out of here with my tail between my thick legs.

"Why do you keep staring at me? Just because I'm a bigger person doesn't mean you can stare at me, g-guess what? I am bigger and I-I'm not going anywhere! S-so stop staring....please." Oh shit, that was awful, I just blurted that all out like some word vomit without a second thought.

"(Y/N)...my gaze is not one of ill intent, I was admiring you." His words made my eyes widen as Lance's words echoed in my head.

He likes you.

"W..what?" My voice was small and in disbelief.

"I was admiring you (Y/N)...you're beautiful...soft." His gaze softened, and I could see a slight blue flush on his purple cheeks. I gathered the courage to look into his eyes and they seemed kind and truthful.

"You...were admiring me?" His lips smiled softly. "Of course I was (Y/N), your softness...is something I've never seen before, so supple and plush how can I not stare at such abundant beauty?" I feel his hands on my plush hips; the fat that rolls in that area being held and fondled by his large hands. "These...so soft as I grip it (Y/N), like they were made for me to grip and fondle."

A small gasp leaves my parted lips as he trails his hands down my thick legs and thighs as he himself gets onto his knees in front of me like he was about to worship the very ground I walked.

"L-Lotor-." I'm unable to finish my sentence as he gropes my soft thick thighs. The action makes my legs wobble as I slump into a chair near me. My eyes widen as I see him, the Galran Prince drop to his knees as he kisses up my legs, large hands still gripping my softness like I'd vanish if he ever let go.

The way he presents himself, I never thought I'd see the day he was on his knees for someone, let alone me. He lets out a small growl that makes me clench my thick thighs and brings heat to my round cheeks. His gaze locks onto mine before he leans in and nibbles at my round, rolled belly sticking out slightly, making the fabric of my shirt stretch.

"Lotor!" I feel him smirking against my plush skin as he keeps nibbling at the fatty area before nuzzling his face into my stomach fully like it was his own personal pillow.

I'm frozen as his eyes meet mine again. "You're glorious (Y/N)." Glorious...I've never been calling something as magnificent as that by anyone. "The women on my planet are all hardness and defined muscles....but you...Gods above, you are softness and warmth wrapped in a plush form that makes me weak to my knees." I feel his hands skim up my fat hips and dipped waist, feeling that same softness he just described like it was carved from Gold.

I want to believe him, I do, but everything he's saying it's too good to be true, like some Cinderella story come to life. I wasn't a princess like Allura, I wasn't a Paladin like Lance, Pidge and the others...I was normal...boring compared to everyone else.

A warm hand cupping my cheek breaks me from my thoughts. "You think too much (Y/N), I can hear your thoughts without you uttering a word." The way his thumb was caressing my cheek felt nice, it was warm and comforting.

"I meant every word I've said...you've captured my eye from the first time I've met you. It's not only your softness I adore, but your light..your compassion, kindness...I could go on about the many things I adore about you, but for now, will you allow me to worship this beautiful body of yours like you deserve?"

I wipe the gathered tears away from my eyes and nod as I smile at him. A rumble went through his chest as he got up from the floor and quickly captured his mouth with mine.

Maybe being worshipped won't be so bad.

[artticfennec]

Asterism oh my stars I need this fic like pump into my blood stream kgmgmvmcnncnvmvmvmvmb lance is so me frfr

[cursed-cafe]

"So you came slithering to me to work some arrangement out?"

"We were supposed to meet in the City of Villains, Lex. You're the one who slithered out of our previously set terms."

"Give the man a break, Lotor. Death ain't exactly a quick and easy thing to recover from."

"Well, we can at least lay the foundations for our later meeting and final negotiations over some white tea and black coffee right here."

"I'm listening, alien. Go on."

"I've culled the liabilities from my herd of research workers so now while I contemplate what use to put them to, I need people like those at your company to gague the energy my team has produced and determine what its natural sensitivies and weaknesses may be."

"And I take it you want to know what your energy doesn't take well to so that you can then search for ways of working out those kinks?"

"Not necessarily - I wish to see if my workers can overcome such vulnerabilities by adding their own energy, their own strength, and pushing on through even at risk to their health and safety."

"Oh? And you expect me to care whether they do so or not?"

"You wouldn't care to aid them 'cause they're aliens, correct?"

"Aliens who know their place and keep to it don't bother me. But unless I knew there was like a 99% success probability to this and that the energy would be put to practical uses, then I'm really not up to having to pay any of my hard earned money to those space men."

"You wouldn't have to. I'm reaching out to you and your company, not the other way around - I'll gladly compensate you in payment. Altean currency holds great value, as does the energy we produce."

"Alas, I don't think it'll pleasure me with any value higher than what I can already get on Earth at the end of every business year."

[Without warming, Murmur teleports into the room!]

"Uuuuugh this is exactly what I was so uneasied about! This freakin' guy is nearly impossible to please and get on board for a deal!"

"Mayhaps this calls for a Murmur magic touch! A steamy, bubbly cup o' Combustea? Don't mind if I do! Think fast, Lexy!"

[Murmur dumps the Combustea onto Lex's head. KABLAM! An "yaaaaaaarrrgh!" is heard, followed by "SHIT! MY HAIR!"]

"Uh, wow. Mr. Luthor, do you want me to look into developing a hair growth formula for you? Won't cost you much, really!"

"Thank you but no thanks. That sort of hair doesn't grow back."

"Pretty sure you value your life more than you value your hair, too."

"Hmph. Indeed. But I'll let you know once I've acquired a nice wig."

[vld-polls]

perhaps a poll asking if lotor should have gotten a redemption arc? maaaaybe a kuron one too? 👀

Should Lotor have gotten a redemption arc?

Yes, 100% good guy redemption arc

Yes, but only partly (theres nuance, you see)

No, but only bcs he should’ve died

No, but only bcs he should’ve been a good person in the first place

No, but with some other stipulation

No. Just straight up no.

Results

Voting ended onJul 7

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on my keitor bs again (not that I was ever off of it)

[cursed-cafe]

"So it would seem Mr. Luthor was killed by an assailant whose identity is still unknown. It happened during a test run of his armor."

"He only came around here a handful of times and we never really got to know him well, but for that time, it was an honor to s..."

"Oh, do stop talking as though this is the end for him. All you need do is brew a resurrection elixir to bring him back to life."

"Back to life? You're asking ME to literally raise the dead?"

"Of all the effects our potions have, I don't think we've got one that does necromancy. Even if we did, that would be a huge risk to take."

"If your magic book of recipes shows you no ingredients for a special serum that can resurrect the dead in both body and spirit, then your alchemy skills are not being accomodated to their fullest potential."

"You have it wrong there, Lotor - any serious alchemist knows that trying to reverse death is a folly 'cause even if you're successful, per the law of equivalent exchange, something has to be sacrificed!"

"So we'd have to trade some other body and soul in exchange for Lex's back? Yeah, that really does seem like a losing gamble!"

"But if you're doing so via potion-making, what you are exchanging becomes the base ingredient. You give life to the brew and the brew gives life to the person you give it to. I believe I can provide you just the ingredients that will make this very possible."

"I think I'm starting to see the appeal in taking this risk. Alright then, Lotor - you provide the sacrificial ingredients from your research institute and I'll see what the good book says!"

"But just be aware that something like this is probably gonna take the whole night long to complete!"

[cursed-cafe]

[Later that evening]

"I believe there may be a serious problem at hand."

"Lotor? What do you mean? And why'd you come in here to tell us?"

"A few days earlier I'd had Murmur send a invite to Lex Luthor telling him to meet me right outside the Cursed Cafe so that we may have discussion over some tea. Mr. Luthor has yet to show up."

"Perhaps Lex is too busy in Metropolis, so he missed the memo."

"Or perhaps something occured that impeded his ability to meet me here tonight. I was wondering if your Magic Mirror might be able to show us the truth?"

[The Magic Mirror turns on and shows everyone where Lex Luthor was last seen.]

"Wha.....what is this? Did....did he?"

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[Lex Luthor is seen wearing battle armor, but his top half has been torn clean off from his torso, and he lies on the pavement, a corpse cleaved in two!]