Lotidge Ship Week: Day 4 - Enchanting
Lotidge Ship Week: Day 4 - Enchanting
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“Uh? Voltron to Lotor? Voltron to-“
“I heard you the first time Lance.” Lotor grumbled as he took another swing of Nunvil. Stupid Voltron. Stupid Alteans. Stupid alliances with their stupid formal-
“Ok, ok. Just checking Mr. Grumpy Galra. Jeez, you’ve been glaring into space for half a Varga now man.” Well…the Red (or was it Blue now? Blast it, its all too confusing at the moment) Paladin wasn’t entirely wrong. Lotor was, indeed, very grumpy.
But he hadn’t been glaring at nothing.
“Says the one sulking with over Keith.”
“Hey! I’m not sulking!”
“Sure, and I’m not trying to get drunk Lance.”
More specifically, he had been glaring at the little woman that had taken up far too much of his thoughts as of late. A point further proven by the three empty Nunvil glasses next to him. Ah.
The Green Paladin.
The two had developed a sort of…relationship as of late. Touches lingered. Lips occasionally touched. Eyes would soften.
But what were they?
What did she think of him? Just what was keeping them dancing around each other like this? Lotor didn’t know and he hated being left in the dark like this.
Hated being so enamored with her.
His eyes never left her, as she stood there in the distance. Clothed in a pale purple dress that made his blood boil with every sort of blushing red feeling Lotor swore he’d never let himself feel. A sleeveless lilac two-piece with strips of black velvet holing the short shirt and long billowy skirt together. Slivers of warm, freckled skin shining through the gaps. Etherial and enchanting.
Talking with other men.
The sight had his fangs grinding against each other. Seeing her smile up at diplomats. Seeing their eyes linger on her skin. Lotor had half a mind to chew the Altean Princess out for introducing Pidge to these foreign diplomats. Ugh, he didn’t like this.
Not in the least.
He didn’t like the uncertainty. The secret tenderness between them. He wanted the ability to loop his arms around that slim waist without the fear of losing what little standing he had with her. The right to stand by her side without any chance that she might lash out at him.
Pathetic, he knows.
But what was a man to do? The Green Paladin had his heart wrapped around her little fingers. Maybe it started when those gold eyes first cut into him. Or when he saw those blasted tears streaking down her face. But either way, Lotor knew that whatever he felt for this small woman has long gone beyond a simple fascination.
He downed his drink.
“Lotor? Where are you going?” Lance was deftly ignored in favor of Lotor making his way towards the small woman who left him so helpless.
The room only spinning slightly.
Then, in the corner of his eyes, Lotor saw the Black Paladin make way towards Pidge as well. Every nerve in Lotor’s body screaming in protest at the sight.
Damned clone.
It wasn’t that hard to figure out. But Lotor couldn’t bear to tell the rest of Voltron for fear of being booted out. Their trust in that copy of their leader greater than their trust in him. Though complications really started arising when Lotor found that the clone’s eyes never strayed far too long on a certain Paladin.
Which Lotor couldn’t exactly fault the thing for.
Pidge was, at least by Galran standards, an ideal, tempting mate. Young and clever. Her size never impeding her battle prowess. Small and lithe like a knife.
Never failing to excite him.
Beautiful and deadly in such a breathtaking way Lotor want to snatch her up in his arms and snarl at every male that came too close. That being said, as soon as Pidge was within an arm’s reach, Lotor pounced.
Wrapping an arm around her waist.
“Join me for a stroll, won’t you?” He didn’t look at her as he asked, choosing, instead, to glare triumphantly at that clone’s dumbfounded expression. The copy’s expression immediately souring.
Before whisking her away completely.
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You post Shidge and would be cool being listed on a positive Shidge blog list! And let me know if you are/aren’t discourse free.
Someone was doing one of these a while ago but I think it got discontinued so I wanted to make an up to date one <3
What do you think of a lotidge Sweeny Todd au pidge as Sweeney Todd and lotor as lucky barker and just because Keith as there child
I think you mean Lucy Baker??? I love the idea of a Sweeney Todd Au! Though I don’t think Pidge quite fits the role of a sadistic barber, that seem’s more Lotor’s style. What with his L’Oreal hair and all. And Keith? As a Lotidge kid???
Yes!
Though killing Pidge off like Lucy pains me, I can’t resist a murderous Lotor stopping at nothing for the sake of his vengeance. And having Axca as Mrs. Lovett would be really cool.
Overal 10/10 AU and bonus points for all the gore and angst <3
Giving off those Empress vibes if you all know what I'm saying ;)
Deepika Padukone in and as Padmavati
Ok but how about some Angsty Kuron/Pidge???
He knows.
He knows how much the person he's SUPPOSED to be, the person he is to Voltron, loves her. Loves that cunning little firecracker of a woman. He knows. He understands.
Because so does he.
But when she looks at him with those gilded gold eyes, how can he not want to break down then and there? How can he not want to grab her, shake her and tell her to look at HIM. Not who she thinks he is. Because every soft look, every smile she gives him...they aren't his.
They're Shiro's.
The man he looks like, sounds like, walks like, breathes like. The man everyone looks up to. The man Pidge loves. The man whose lucky enough to be the recipient of such precious affection.
And he can never be him.
No matter how much he wants to be.
*cracks knuckles*
Did someone say...ANGST???
2017 Svidge Celebration Prompts!
Day 1 (October 13th) - Soulmates
Day 2 (October 14th) - Sven’s Reality
Day 3 (October 15th) - [Space] Hospital
Any Day - Angst
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Svidge Week - Day 1: Soulmates + Angst
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“Its an alternate reality!”
He couldn’t breathe. How could he? This…small woman before had nearly killed him.
This small woman from his dreams.
Believe him, he knows it sounds crazy, but its true. Sven was born at an Altean rehab center. Meant to house potential ‘workers’ for the Altean Empire. He lived there with his parents until he was 13. His life there had been restrictive and monitored, but he had his family.
He had been happy.
Before his mild-mannered parents were killed for being ‘physically inferior’ and a ‘long-term unreliability’. After that…Sven had nothing.
And then the dreams started.
Blurry and unfocused at first, the dreams were all Sven could cling to. But they were enough.
She was enough.
The dreams seemed to be from another life altogether. Another life more peaceful and wonderful than the only one Sven has ever known. This woman in green had been different though.
Happier.
In Sven’s dreams they had lived somewhere wonderful. With green, lush grass and the sun bright and warm. So much unlike his life before joining arms with the Guns. It had been a simpler life. Where the pair of them had lived side by side. Grew up together.
But in the dreams she had always been smiling. Usually at him. Other times at inventions her nimble fingers often crafted in her spare time. Brilliant in every way. Her expression so carefree and sparkling, Sven could hardly bare to look at her. Sven used to…used to think that they might’ve been together.
Been in love.
Even now, if Sven thought about it, he could almost smell the scent of her hair from that long ago life. Or the feel of her hands, small and callous from typing, around his own. Even the look of her lips, soft and pink, had Sven’s own almost moving in a phantom memory. Memories.
The only thing Sven could cling to.
He had joined the Guns of Gamora with the hope of avenging his parents and the…very fragile hope of meeting the beautiful girl with the golden eyes. And whose to say he couldn’t? Anything was possible.
Right?
Sven had wanted to find that beautiful girl from his dreams and ask her why he couldn’t get her out of his head. Why she haunted him in such a lovely way. Both in that other life and in this one. Memories of her clinging to him like a drug, a ghost. Could they…?
Could they come together once more?
But no, the look in her eyes proved otherwise. The small woman in green before him may have those same burning, brilliant gold eyes. Those same warm, soft strands of hair around her face. Those same sparkling little freckles all over her skin like kisses. This small woman that had nearly taken his head off, may look like his dear love from another life.
But she wasn’t.
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