#hallotor

Hunk: Lotor is dating Allura, who is dating me, and I’m dating Shay

Hunk: Lotor and I might also potentially be dating sometime soon. I’m not sure but I think he’s flirting with me

Sunday, May 19th:

Angel/Goddess

Monday, May 20th:

Pink & Blue/Colors

Tuesday, May 21st:

Family/Home

Wednesday, May 22nd:

Past (Memories) /Future (Legacy)

Thursday, May 23rd:

Fashion/Armor

Friday, May 24th:

First time on Earth/Cultural Differences

Saturday, May 25th:

Alternate Realities/AUs

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JUST ONE MORE WEEK!

May 19 - 25, put forth your best Allura ship content!

A reminder to please please PLEASE use the @ feature in order to get my attention! Tumblr tags are broken and I don’t want to miss anything!

Once again, prompts are  Angel/Goddess || Pink & Blue/Colors || Family/Home || Past (Memories)/Future (Legacy) || Fashion/Armor || First time on Earth/Cultural Differences || Alternate Realities/AUs

Two weeks! A quick reminder for us all:

This is an all inclusive ship week focusing on Allura and her relationships with others! All content is welcome so long as it features Allura as the focus!

It’s happening May 19 - 25

Please use the @ feature in order to get my attention! While I will be checking the tag, the tags on tumblr are BROKEN and your work could very easily not show up

We’ve gotten some great suggestions! More suggestions than we have days, actually. Which means all you lovely Allura fans should head over to this super high-tech google poll I made and tell me which seven are your favorites on the list (if you even have seven. If you have less, that is fine!)

Fashion/Armor

Having two boyfriends was an all around excellent arrangement, one Allura was extraordinarily fond of, but it did make coordinating outfits relatively difficult.

Altean fashion was strikingly dissimilar to Galran, and human fashion was unlike either of them. Earth-based events went easily enough, Allura and Lotor would dress to suit Hunk’s culture. Allura found the styles of Earth quite flattering, and Lotor looked stellar in an agbada. When attending empire-based events, Allura and Hunk would dress like Galra, a simplistic and industrial style with blacks, purples, and Lotor’s favored oranges. But in gatherings for the Voltron Coalition, there were so many cultures intermingling it made sense to dress in the attire of one’s own heritage, but, again, that made coordinating difficult.

Especially since this was a party, not just a formal gathering where sleek black made for an acceptable outfit. They were supposed to dress up.

“Nothing matches,” Allura said, looking through their collections of nice clothing. She had the largest assortment, but only because Lotor had previously been denied such vanities before claiming that Galran throne. He was making up for lost time in quick order, however.

“We could all wear our human outfits,” Lotor suggested, resting a hand on her hip and the tip of his chin against her head. “Those match, and I like the flow of the cloth.”

Allura sighed. “I would prefer to wear one of my own outfits. Altea cannot host it’s own events, on account of not existing anymore, so Coalition gatherings are really the only place where I can wear my own fashion.”

She felt Lotor’s body perk up behind her and Hunk said, “Why don’t we all wear Altean clothes then?”

“I was just about to suggest that!” Lotor agreed delightedly.

“Coran’s close to the same build as him,” Hunk said, gesturing to their tall purple boyfriend, “and I’m sure we could find something that would fit me.”

“Hunk you’re a genius,” Allura said, the solution so obvious now that someone had said it out loud.

“Thanks, I know,” Hunk said with a smile, bending to kiss her cheek fondly.

“I’ll go ask Coran, he knows where everything is in this castle.”

“Thank you Hunk!” Allura called after him, twisting in Lotor’s arms and looping her own around his waist. “Well, you look happy,” she remarked. And he did, ears pointing nearly straight up, eyes bright with fully-visible irises, his velveteen fur raised which gave his features a soft and rounded quality.

“You know how dearly I enjoy Altean culture,” Lotor said. His ears twitched down a brief moment, “and how often I’ve longed that I could have been raised a part of it. I’m delighted to receive the chance to wear traditional attire from my mother's people.”

“And I know you’ll look positively devastating in it,” Allura said with a smile of her own, going up on tiptoes to kiss him.

—

It was simultaneously a fortunate and unfortunate happenstance that both her men were, in fact, devastatingly attractive in Altean formalwear. The thick gold and beige cloth cascaded over Hunk’s figure in a way that was decidedly godlike, and the patterned blue and white Lotor had selected carved easy pathways for her eyes to roam all over his body.

“Well, when I said you’d look amazing I didn’t say you could upstage me,” Allura teased, wearing a high-collared dress and train herself.

“Oh, we definitely aren’t,” Hunk assured, eyes on her and her alone.

“I agree with full vehemence,” Lotor said, sliding his large palm against the small of her back and pressing his painted lips to her hairline.

Hunk came close and kissed her, also, and then kissed Lotor in front of her, Hunk’s hand on her shoulder.