S6 spoilers

more lotor bc i love him

i'm gonna cry

and i'm heartbroken

and the fucking picture above

save me

i'm crying

AND HOLY FUCK I FOUND A THEORY

Lotor x Half Galra! Reader

Theory:

Romelle and Sven are going to probably get married of be girlfriend/boyfriend. In the '80s Voltron show, both Sven and Romelle were VERY close to each other and were like lovers.

Sven will come back.

And holy shit Lotor isn't dead. I think he's going to come back with the other Alteans from the other reality and start a war.

AND THE GUNS OF GAMORA WILL JOIN THE PALADINS

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I wasn't expecting this.

All the bloodshed, and all of the war going on within our people.

And him. A Galra, coming into our reality. And I could tell that he had Altean blood running through his veins. I beckoned for Slav and Sven to come over and investigate the broken down robot.

"We must hurry. The Alteans must have heard the explosion and will come soon. I will gather the Galran and you two ransack the ship. Search for any valuables."

"Copy."

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I still had my helmet on while I was on guard when the Galran man woke up, struggling against his bonds.

"Where am I?" he demanded, furious. I took a sip of my nunvil and sighed, putting it down on the table.

"You're at the Guns of Gamora base."

"Who are you and why did you bring me here?!"

"You're lucky that we found your ship and the Alteans didn't. They would've killed you just like that," I said, snapping my fingers. He stayed silent, looking around the room.

"Alteans... in another reality?"

"Yeah. And what I've heard, in your reality, it's the other way around," I scoffed. "Galra killing Alteans just because some blood-thirsty leader said so."

"I agree, that man was ruthless. But I can help you stop the Alteans-"

"Cut the shit. I know that you're half-Altean." He paused.

"What?"

"I can tell. What Galran would have blue eyes and white hair? You're a descendant of Altean royalty."

"How- How do you know that?" I sighed and pulled my helmet down, letting the long locks of white hair I had, and my lavender skin show.

"Because I'm one of you."

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"Unchain me." I groaned and rubbed my temples.

"You never learn, do you?" I moaned in annoyance. "If you want out of here, answer my questions. It's not that hard. I need a drink, oh my gods."

"Who are you?"

"I fucking told you already, dipshit. I'm part of the Guns of Gamora. What more do you need to know?"

"I will not answer any questions unless you tell me your na-" I growled and pointed a gun at his head.

"You're not a fucking five year old!" I yelled. "Answer or die!" He chuckled and smiled.

"Feisty, are we? Now I see the Galra in you."

"You're one to talk, dickface," I snarled, pushing the gun against his temple. "Talk, or get your brains blasted out." My little conversation was interrupted by Sven walking in, yelping at the sight of my gun.

"Woah! You didn't have to go that far!" he said, the thick accent ringing through my ears. I sighed and put my gun away, back in its holster.

"I did. You are too soft, Sven."

"How did Mother and Father raise you like this?" he chuckled, ruffling my hair. I scoffed and brushed his hand off.

"You mean your mother and father. It's time to switch positions now, I guess. I'll be heading to the lounge area. Ciao."

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"Are you serious?!" I roared, stomping up to Sven. "You want him to roam around freely? He favors the Alteans. He wants to build a Utopia full of a new race that is led by him! We cannot let a tyrant in our ranks!"

"But think about it! You're part Altean and Galra, and you're here," Sven argued.

"I am not a tyrant. The Alteans enslaved my mother and killed my father! I only joined because I wanted to avenge them. The Galran from the other reality only wants power," I seethed, putting down my helmet and tying my hair up into a loose bun.

"I'm going to train. If you want to join me, then be my guest."

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"He's not that bad, you know," Sven panted, blocking one of my attacks. I furrowed my eyebrows in response and grunted as my leg his side, knocking him to the floor.

"He's as bad as any Altean. Possibly worse. I can see through him like I see through all of you. Sven, I know you and Slav and the rest of the team have good intentions, but him? Nothing but trouble," I snarled, clicking my tongue and helping my comrade up from the ground. I let go of him hand and turned on my heel, walking briskly away.

"Come on, (Y/N)," Sven pleaded, catching up to me. "Give him a chance." I glared at Sven and turned to face him.

"Why are you vouching for him? He wants to preserve Altean culture and further nourish it. The Alteans are our sworn enemies and you want to protect him? And need I remind you that you are not the leader of the Guns of Gamora. I am, and I take no risks for my team's safety. You. Are. Dismissed."

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"What's your deal?" I asked, stirring my nunvil. "Why are you here?"

"The paladins trapped me here after I tried to attack them."

"I've met them before. Good folk. Useful allies," Sven butted in cheerily. I sighed and went back to Lotor.

"You don't seem like you're on good terms now, are you?" I scoffed, downing my whole glass in one go and pouring another one.

"You're quite the drinker-" I slammed my glass down on the table and scowled.

"Stop trying to change the topic, grape-ass. I asked you a question. Answer it."

"Can I ask your comrade a question first?"

"Oh my quiznack- you know what? Be my guest. I have all the time in the universe." Lotor winked at me then turned to face Sven.

"I she usually like this?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow while smirking.

"Afraid so," Sven chuckled. "But she's usually very nice. Quite sensitive, though. Can sometimes be too aggressive, but is really protective of her team. A real leader."

"An alcoholic, perhaps?"

"HEY! Hey, I am not an alcoholic," I hissed. "I just drink when I'm stressed."

"But you have a very high alcohol tolerance, which means you must drink a lot." I sighed and rubbed my temples.

"Memo to me, memo to me..." I whispered. "Maim him after the interrogation."

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"Sven, I'm so sorry," I groaned. "I-I just lost it... I shouldn't have been that brash." I bit my bottom lip and hung my head, looking at the ground.

"It's just... I didn't know what I'd be capable of doing when in such close proximity to a half breed. I shouldn't have came upon him in that manner, seeing as I'm the same. Gods, what the hell do I do?" The male smiled and hugged my side, ruffling my hair.

"Go and apologize. Try to connect with him."

"But I know what he's done in the past. I know that he's just going to try and overtake the universe with the other Alteans. If only there was some way to reverse the quintessence signature from his brain..." I thought for a moment and gasped, hitting my fist into my palm.

"It's risky, but it'll work."

"What is you plan, exactly?"

"We have to get one Altean mind control device."

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"Slav, do you have the reverse serum for the device?"

"Right here," he responded, whipping out a blue flask.

"Perfect. Lotor's in the lab right now. Myzax has analyzed his brain, and he's stable right now. If we put it in, there will be no side effects."

"That's only going to work in this reality, so we might as well give it a shot!" Slav announced, one of his many hands in the air, a triumphant look upon his face. I smiled and took the flask, and slipped on my green mask.

"Wish me luck, you two."

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I was by his side when he woke up.

"What...? What happened?" the male Galran groaned. "Where is Voltron? Where is everything? Where am I?" I frowned and checked the results.

"Lotor... Do you not remember anything?" He looked confused.

"Another Altean and Galran hybrid? Who are you? Where is everyone?" My eyes widened and I hissed as I looked at the charts.

"Shit! He's not going to remember anything that happened after he was exposed to the quintessence!" I muttered. "I mean, that's a good thing on my part-" I turned back to Lotor and found him slowly unbuckling the straps that tied him down in the chair.

"Lotor? What are you doing?" I asked cautiously.

"I'm getting out of this god-awful chair?" he said, smiling. "It's so uncomfortable." I couldn't help but smirk back, helping him out of the leather seat.

"Where am I?"

"Hard to explain, but I guess I'll do it over a nice cold glass of nunvil. Come on, to the kitchen."

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"Wait, what?"

I pressed my lips into a thin line and tapped my index finger on the hard metal surface.

"Yeah. That happened. But we do have a way to help you get back-"

"No. No, I cannot go back. I will surely be killed otherwise. My actions cannot be undone, I'm afraid. Quiznack, what was I thinking? Allura was right, I've become just like my father. Hungry and... awful. Thirsty for blood and vengeance, willing to do anything." I winced and my ears folded down a bit.

"It's not your fault, Lotor. The dark matter -- quintessence, that was controlling you. The dark creatures were whispering thoughts and you had no control over it. I should know because I've been exposed to the field before. I've been just like you. Almost lost my arm because of it. The Alteans want nothing more than power and control over the universe."

"Alteans...?"

(To be continued...)

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PLEASE EXCUSE MY GOD AWFUL WRITING IT'S 3 AM AND I CAN'T SLEEP