"Potionista, you will brew the strongest possible potion for Prince Lotor and you will do it now, without delay!"
"You just made someone else's order for them. You paying for it too?"
"Doctor, I have not explained the situation and given Varian the information that will allow him to pick out such a potion yet, and I do not appreciate you speaking on my behalf!"
"Awww really? I was just tryin' to be nice! ...Actually, I'm never nice, so I can't lie about that! I just enjoy giving out commands too much!"
"Does Varian look like Snively or one of your bots to you? Sheesh!"
"So Potionista, do you recall where I was last when I met with Lex Luthor here last month? He agreed to lend us only minimal help gaguing the energy we've harvested at the institute."
"Ah, right. And you want to weigh the strength of that energy against test subjects who know its weak points so that they make it stronger by adding their own peak energy to it."
"Correct. But we need a conduit that can harness that energy once the process is complete."
"A simple task that a complex and extra strong potion can do for us! One of them Fortified Shakes should do just the trick!"
"While you're at it, a Mind Transfer Potion for me! I want my robots to start working smarter rather than harder, and mine is the smartest mind around so there can be no other course to take!"
"I'll make those AND throw in a nice bonus! Oh, Mr. Maaaaagik!"
[Inside the Secret Storage Room, Mr. Magik indentifies the Mechanical Lion filled with quintessence fuel. Varian takes it and delivers it to Prince Lotor.]
"A lion shaped container of quintessence, much like the lions of Voltron. This should do niceley as our conduit."
"Uuuh, scratch my last order. If you've got no free robo goodie for me too, then I demand TWO Mind Transfer Potions with a side of oil!"
"I don't need no freebies 'cause I've already got 'em. I'ma scarf down some muffins and you'll never even know I did it 'til after I'm gone!"
Is it weird that I've never read Dune and just picked up "God Emperor of Dune" specifically because I wanted to get a feeling for how a thousands-of-years old Emperor would actually think and act? And because I was curious how such an Emperor could fall in love with a sweet woman?
....yeah, I just want to see how much like Leto II and Hwi Noree would remind me of Prince Lotor x Monika.
I'm struck by how Leto is immediately struck by Hwi's gentleness and so tormented by her existence and how he straight up just fell in love with her then and there.
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.
