#it's kinda keitor as in

[lilflowerpot]

Had a funny dream about little blade when getting to earth and have a meeting w the Garrison. The paladins are about to have a meeting with the brass, Keith is absent (in recovery from an injury or just not there yet idk it was a dream) Lotor is in space rallying up some ppl and then gonna come down to earth as well. The meeting was supposed to be about voltron is backing Lotors claim for the throne (he’s kinda an asshole but at this point we believe he does want to end the wars and transition the empire away from war etc). Iverson goes “how do we know he’ll protect the earth” or something and pidge and hunk go bc Keith is on our side and likes earth therefore Lotor will probably offer eternal protection. And the brass is like ???? Why???? And Lance visibly upset goes “because Lotor wants to fuck Keith so bad it makes him look stupid that’s why” and I started laughing from that line and woke up. Basically wrote a little ficlet in my head bc I was reading Little Blade before falling asleep so thought I’d share 😭🫡

NO BUT THAT’S HILARIOUS AND PRACTICALLY CANON ANYWAY—ESPECIALLY LANCE BEING TIREDᵀᴹ—AND I AM ONCE AGAIN STRUCK WITH JEALOUSY FOR THE FACT THAT EVERYONE EXCEPT ME SEEMS TO BE HAVING KEITOR DREAMS

[resilientreader]

mission-taking and decision-making

Deep breaths. In and out.

Keith’s steps pattered against the ground as he sprinted down the hall, his shoulders narrowed, his body stiff yet versatile, his eyebrows furrowed in immense concentration. Do not forget the plan.

Do not forget the plan.

So much had happened since that fateful day when Keith nearly sacrificed himself in the name of Voltron, when Lotor saved him, when everyone met together and an unbelievable alliance formed. Lotor was cunning, unpredictable, somehow always a step ahead- Keith was simultaneously irritated and fascinated with him. There had been a competition since day one, and it didn’t take long for bonds to form. There were too many similarities, too many parallels, there was so much intensity and passion and raw emotion. Something was bound to happen.

Torn. That was what Keith was, when he found himself facing Lotor climbing into one of their pods, off to bring his team back together. Lotor had an ultimate, personal goal in mind and he would do anything to reach it. There had been no benefits for him when it came to his alliance with Team Voltron and the Blades of Marmora, not after Zarkon had been ultimately defeated and the war ended. Haggar was still out there, yes, but she was a shadow of what she once was, a mere wisp that would not get in the way of Lotor, or really Voltron, any longer.

Keith knew this, and yet, the team, Shiro were still there… but he and Lotor had grown close throughout Lotor’s stay. He had had a decision to make, whether to leave or stay, and it had to be quick at that. It was a good thing that Keith could make decisions and do his damned best to make things work, because if he wasn’t anything else, he at the very least went all in with every action, every word, absolutely everything he did.

And so he went. He left Team Voltron, for good, but that doesn’t mean that everything was lost. He had Lotor, and he knew the team would find him eventually. Especially if he left clues.

Which is why he was running now, making a hard right within this Galran base and slicing down any droids he met. He was supposed to meet Lotor at their ship in thirty doboshes, but he knew that if he hurried, he could slip a note in somewhere and make it back in time.

Do not forget the plan.

Up, down, around the droids, take a sharp left and go onwards until you- no. Keith wasn’t surprised, by all means, to see Lotor standing at the end of the hall, sword at the ready, blocking his way, but goddamn it. He had taken precautions, he had kept Lotor sidetracked, he had prepared. Preparation… patterns can be tracked with preparation. Fuck.

Keith slowed, his mouth settling into a deep frown despite his attempts to keep his expression level, neutral. He didn’t have time for this, and he was sure that Lotor could plainly see his agitation with him in that very moment. He opened his mouth, about to let the words on the tip of his tongue come loose, but Lotor beat him to it.

“Keith, I’m not going to try to stop you.”

“I- that’s because you can’t.” It was the truth, the blunt truth. Lotor couldn’t stop him, because Keith pushed and pushed and pushed and even if Lotor was his match, he could beat him and surprise him if he went on for long enough, if he tried hard enough. But, he realized a moment later, that could have been harsher than he intended it to be.

“I mean- Lotor, we’ve-”

“Yes, Keith, I know. I can’t stop you. So I won’t try. But-” Lotor’s expression became mildly amused, although his eyes told a completely different story. “We have fifteen doboshes until my ship leaves, with or without us. And, I hope you don’t mind, but we haven’t been outright competing as much lately, so perhaps I can give you a bit of a challenge?”

Something more was being suggested behind those words, something along the lines of… disappointment? Expectation? Irritation? Keith’s frown only deepened with every word, because for fuck’s sake, Lotor still took such a while to get to his point. Keith knew it was hard to get out of old habits, especially when it comes to speech, but still.

He also didn’t have time for bullshit. He had limited time, and he was starting to get exasperated with this whole thing.

But fine. If Lotor wanted to challenge him, he’d get a challenge, and Keith knew he would eventually get something out of it. He hadn’t learned nothing out of being with Lotor for so long.

Keith surged forwards, swinging his sword up and around and- clang! There it started. Back and forth, step up and step back, they danced around the hallway. Lotor swing to his left, but he was swiftly blocked and Keith retaliated with a direct jab, which lead to his sword being pushed up into the air. He nearly lost his grip on it, but he clung on, following the move with a sidestep and a whirl around Lotor. Two swipes, both blocked, but he unexpectedly ducked down and let his foot lash out at Lotor’s legs. Down Lotor went and Keith pointed his sword at Lotor’s throat, at the ready, but… Lotor wasn’t making any moves to fight back. He had gone down, and it didn’t take Keith long to realize that he had just confirmed something Lotor had figured out a while ago.

That just caused even more impatience to well up inside Keith.

“You need to spit out whatever you want to say before I run off, put in place another clue, and find a way back to the ship before it leaves.”

“That’s the thing, Keith. You don’t have enough time to do that. Ten doboshes, and it’d take you more than that to go all the way to one side of this base and then find a way back to the other, even if you run. I always thought the Galra were ridiculous with their sizes for, well, everything.”

Lotor took a moment to scooch back so he was leaning against the wall, legs stretched out in front of him, letting his gaze travel down the hall before continuing, “You do realize that what you’ve been doing could possibly sabotage all that I’m doing, right? Voltron would not agree with the things that we- I’ve done, and even if there was a possibility that they would be fine with it, you know how imperative it is that we- I remain lowkey. I doubt you even agree with some of the things I do, since you’ve voiced as much.”

Keith crossed his arms, though he couldn’t deny as much. He knew that it was a risk to leave a trail for Voltron, but he wasn’t going to let go of them that easily. He also knew that it would be so much more reasonable if he stopped, but he couldn’t. He had found a family in Voltron and the Blades of Marmora, and despite having problems with them, whether with a group or individual ones, he cared about them. Some had gotten past more walls than others, but he enjoyed them all the same.

He could also see what Lotor was doing, changing those “we”’s to “I”’s. And that? That honestly hurt.

But, fuck, when Lotor was first leaving the castle, so long ago… Lotor had gotten to Keith more than even Shiro, at least with emotions. Lotor imposed a challenge, and leaving with Lotor was a risk. But with Zarkon dead and the war at an end, Keith suddenly found himself without a goal. There was no one to fight, no one to find, nothing to aspire to be. Keith hadn’t planned for the future, of course, despite expecting certain things from it. Even if the others had gotten through his walls, he still had doubts about them, and, well, Lotor offered a goal as well as reassurance that he’d be wanted, and of course he would gravitate towards the one who he’d grown the closest to.

But he still didn’t want to leave the others. It was… complicated, really. And he was about to say all of this, but Lotor cut in again (that was starting to get vexing, the interruptions, really).

“You need to make a decision,” Lotor finished his spiel abruptly, with that single sentence. Keith had been expecting more, some sort of explanation as to why Lotor couldn’t see this as going any other way, but as Lotor glanced back at him, it only took one true look to fully comprehend all of the things being said between the lines of such a simple yet loaded sentence.

Lotor was just as willing to sacrifice for his ultimate goal as Keith would be. He would do anything to reach it. Keith could understand that, because Lotor was acting for a single individual, and Keith knew that he would do anything for Shiro, anything for Lotor. He would do exactly the same. The way Lotor was acting now, though… Keith could practically see Lotor rebuilding the walls that he had only recently let down. He wanted to shout at the unfairness of this entire sudden moment.

Only a few doboshes left now, and Keith felt like he was being cornered. The clues he had laid out were thought-out and complicated, and he’d had a reason for every location and mission he put them in. That would have to be reconstructed if he left with Lotor now, and he knew that Lotor would be paying much closer attention to him after all of this, along with making sure that they were constantly on the move. It really was one or the other.

That was why Keith’s tone was so harsh and teeming with poorly repressed hurt when he finally responded, “This is unnecessary. I know what the priorities are, and I know what has too much risk to it and what doesn’t. You learn that I’ve been attempting to get in contact with Voltron, and your immediate reaction is to shut me out?”

The corners of Lotor’s mouth twitched downwards momentarily, before he just took a moment to push Keith’s sword out of his way while standing up. After another tick of tense silence, he merely replied with, “You have about two doboshes, and then I have to go. With or without you.”

Keith felt like he was going to burst at the seams. Panic welled up inside of him as he realized this was probably going to be it, he was too indecisive, he’d never make a decision in time. It was unusual for him to be so hesitant about deciding on something, but he felt like he was being split in half with the choice he’d have to make. Lotor would leave and perhaps Voltron would come, but he’d have so much explaining to do. He wouldn’t be surprised if they even resented him a bit after disappearing with Lotor without any warning.

But they were his family. They were his team. How could he possibly make a decision between one of the most important people in his life, who he could be challenged by to be a better version of himself while simultaneously having the ability to relate with him and talk about their issues with each other, versus the team who stuck with him through thick and thin?

But… perhaps… Keith didn’t like that he had to do things this way, but if he wanted to at least try to keep some semblance of a relationship with all these people he’s known, it had to be done.

“...fine. OK. I’ll go. I’ll go back to Voltron. But this isn’t the last time you’ll see me. I’ll keep pushing to find you, no matter what. It might be weeks, or months, or years, but we will meet again. And when we do, I’m going to kick your ass.”

Relief pooled into every feature on Lotor’s face, and he didn’t bother to mask it as he replied, “I’ll be waiting for you. Don’t let me down.”

“I won’t.”

“Then, perhaps I’ll see you soon… or later. Depends on how fast you can catch me.”

With those last words, Lotor turned around and ran off, his hand raising for a moment in goodbye before he disappeared around a corner.

Keith stayed for only a tick longer before racing in the opposite direction of Loter. He slashed down a leftover droid, his feet pounding against metal as he rushed to the location where he originally was going to put a note- but now was going to be where he would wait for Voltron. They had been tracking the invasions of Galran bases, and he was sure they would be there in a few ticks.

This wasn’t going to be easy, he knew. Lotor was going to bring a fair fight, and he would have to give it his all. It might be one of the most challenging things he’s done; the decision itself was hard as fuck.

But it was a good thing that Keith could make decisions and do his damned best to make things work, because if he wasn’t anything else, he at the very least went all in with every action, every word, absolutely everything he did. And that included his… whatever it was with Lotor. Competition? Relationship? Perhaps they had become more than simply partners-in-crime in that single moment. He’d have to wait to find out.

[whalechief]

☁️I'm all alone afraid of my life I just want a home Wouldn't that be nice☁️

[dejihuammain]

I worked way too hard on this. I’ll be making more of these with my other ships (all of which involve Keith). I hope you guys like this one.

Also, I headcanon that Lotor ages slowly because Honerva being pregnant with him while she was in the rift affected how he ages. But, he’s basically 23.

Once again, hope you guys like it.

[pepsiprophecy]

heres hoping we collide

[living-for-fiction]

Salt in the tags ahead...

[lotorserectbang]

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[uragirinoteme]

Based on this and AJ LoCascio's tweet

Tbh, I have to drop the thought of sleeping early to doodle this-- x3 It's so cute I can't even--! 😆🙏💕💕💕

Commission Info | Ko-fi | RedBubble

[lotor-killerstar]

Friend or Foe - t.A.T.u (Lyrics)

[calitron]

5 seconds later you see shiro commit murder

[wingsofbadass]

Unreal [Keitor|Rated T|888 words]

There’s a little scar cutting into Lotor’s lower lip.

Without meaning to, Keith rubs the pad of his thumb over it, as though wiping away some stray sauce. The little groove remains, though, a remnant of hurt that cannot be concealed. Lotor has gone very still at this, his unreadable eyes on Keith. As usual, there is no telling what he is thinking, no matter how close Keith might think he has come to the reality of Prince Lotor.

Words, again, seem insufficient in expressing the kaleidoscope of emotion Keith feels so close to Lotor. Colors and shapes he’d never known before are built and collapsed constantly; a vibrant flash of heat, a fragile pattern of safety, a burst of happiness laid out in symmetry. Again and again the feelings form at the slightest smile, so rarely genuine and free, at every touch and every shared word.

The castle lays in silence while nearly all its occupants sleep, save for two lost part-Galra boys who won’t close their eyes. Too important are these glimpses of each other, stripped in every way they could possibly be, and too short the time they have. Keith doesn’t think he will tire of looking at Lotor anytime soon.

Transcendental in his beauty, his every expression captures Keith in a way that only the stars could before. He finds himself often getting lost in the curves of those brows, in the little scrunch at the bridge of that nose, the tilt of that mouth when Lotor thinks. Against the dark sheets, the long strands of Lotor’s thick, velvety hair are like paths that all lead to him.

“Keith,” Lotor murmurs, and there is no questioning tilt at the end of his name, Keith knows, because Lotor never sounds questioning. But Keith feels Lotor’s lip move under his thumb, feels warm breath on the pad, and hears it nonetheless.

Following the yearning simmering in his chest, Keith leans down and presses a kiss to the scar, just off-center to the right. He’s gentle, lingering, and when the want inside still hasn’t cooled down, he kisses it again.

Lotor’s breathing is shaky when he raises a hand to the back of Keith’s head, holding him there.

The next kiss is a meeting between them, not a playful date, nor a heated hook-up. They meet with intent and with reverence that has Keith’s hands trembling against Lotor’s jaw. It’s slow, how they open up to each other, their kisses growing deeper. It still does nothing to sate Keith’s hunger for something he cannot begin to understand.

Needing to get closer, Keith shifts until he’s on top of Lotor, sliding between his thighs. They’re still kissing, but there is nothing sexual about it for now. It’s intimate and raw, like they’re close to discovering something new between them, and Keith wants it. He sighs through his nose and lets himself melt into Lotor’s embrace, who makes a pleased little sound against Keith’s lips.

They have kissed plenty of times by now, but it is the first time Keith is really aware of the scar.

Once more, he feels the need to kiss it, to press some adoration to that patch of skin.

“You like that,” Lotor comments, not asking. He sounds intrigued rather than put off, which is a relief, but it doesn’t seem quite right. Somehow, it feels untrue. To give himself time to think, Keith kisses it again.

“I like,” Keith starts and presses his nose to Lotor’s cheek, closing his eyes, “that you have it.” Yes, that sounds more like what he feels. “I like that you have this – this imperfection in such a vulnerable spot. I like that it makes you seem more real.”

A pensive sound is his answer from Lotor, before those warm lips seek out his own again. With a gentle shove against Keith’s shoulder, Lotor rolls him onto his back. Through the rainfall that is Lotor’s white mane, Keith can see that his usually so sharp eyes are softened. The sight is like a devastating stab to the heart.

“Do I not seem real to you?”

A long, elegant finger strokes down Keith’s cheek and he feels it as clearly as he feels the thrumming of his own heart.

He shakes his head. “Unreal.”

A small crease appears between Lotor’s eyebrows and oh, Keith wants to kiss that too. The longing in his gut is unbearable.

“Why is that?” 

The colors keep shattering apart and falling into foreign mosaics. Helpless, Keith shakes his head again. “I just – I’ve always wanted to belong.”

For a moment, Lotor seems speechless. His lips part just the tiniest bit, making him look younger and closer than ever while he digests what he just heard. His eyes flit across Keith’s face like a panicked bird. When he finally speaks, he cups Keith’s cheek with his hand.

“You do,” he says, earnest and without any of his easy arrogance. “And it’s real. This is as real as you want it to be.”

Something in Keith finally settles. A choked little laugh flies from his lips and he pulls playfully at a strand of Lotor’s hair to urge him closer. The kiss is sweet with Keith’s relief and when he feels the scar stretch with Lotor’s smile, it feels real.

[sheepandpencils]

Ok, but what if they were allowed to be domestic.

____

Them: Oh so you just finished Voltron? Kinda late, but are you team Sheith or team Klance?

Me:....

Them: Sheith or Klance....?

Me: *shoves Keitor in my mouth*

[comedicreliefonlyworkswhenfunny]

Honestly

I just need Lotor underestimating Keith because he is a small noodle, and Keith just picks him up and throws him out of the training room.

Like:

The training was intense, but Keith was keeping up just fine- no thanks to Lotor watching from the corner. 'A little to the left,' 'more to the right,' 'that is not the strategy I would have gone with,' but, the worst of all, 'I do have to admire you for keeping up with this week robot.' Keith snaps. He was using the same robot the whole time so that he didn't have to waste his breath starting the simulation over and over again, it he was tired. After slashing through the robot illusion, Keith dropped his weapon and stormed over to Lotor. 'Get out!' short, sweet, simple, but, no, Lotor couldn't do that. It amused him far too much. Keith, who has had well over enough of his shit, picks Lotor up and fucking heaves him through the window. 'Stay out!' Lotor sits shocked. Laying in the remains of the training room's window, he gazes in awe at the former paladin. He's stronger than he looks- and, from this angle, he can see that Keith isn't keeping this boy because he sucks; he'll get inches from a killing blow and pull himself back.

[whalechief]

H a l f b l o o d

[acxa-ptional]

Keith: "im an orphan"

Lotor, trying to get on his good side: "me too"

Keith "i saw your dad last week"

Lotor: "wELL HE's DEAd tO ME"

[lilflowerpot]

Speaking of keitor soulmate aus, I just imagined the red strings of fate style aus and Keith and Lotor’s strings just going off into space and it cracked me up

In all seriousness though, that would probably be pretty normal for Lotor, but Keith is just staring at his string going up into the sky and trying to figure out which astronauts are currently in space right now because that’s the only alternative to aliens he has (and then he finds out it IS aliens but space is huge and there’s a lot of aliens so he’s still kinda has a string to no where for a while)

Okay but this is actually the cutest thing anon please ♡

So let’s say that in this au people aren’t born being able to see their string; if they were, Keith would have figured out his soulmate couldn’t possibly be an astronaut way earlier on, because while space excursions can last a for extended periods of time, vld established that Shiro’s mission to Kerberos (on the very outer edge of our solar system!) would last several years... but if that is true, then by the time Keith hit 10/11 he’d know there was no way his soulmate had been on a mission for a decade, because where would they even go that took that long??

Instead, maybe people’s strings start appearing just before puberty, and Keith - being part galra, which obviously tweaks his biology a little - is something of a late bloomer, but finally (finally!! After months fearing he’d have nobody at all, and that this would be yet another thing that sets him apart from everybody else!!) freshly-turned-thriteen Keith wakes one morning to find a red thread stretching to the stars.

Of course, his immediate response is to skip school that day - to hell with it, he has a soulmate - and sprint straight to the local library to frantically research astronauts currently stationed off-world... and though a horrifying majority are more than thrice his age and remind Keith more of various foster parents he’s had over the years (many of whom he’d really rather not be forced to recall every time he looks at his supposed other half), he finds one potential candidate who makes his heart squeeze with terrified hope.

Takashi Shirogane.

Though the youngest pilot to ever lead a mission to space, he’s still older than Keith by a good seven years, but... but he’s undeniably handsome, with kind eyes and a nice smile, and after devouring every second of interview footage starring the Galaxy Garrison’s so-called golden boy, Keith decides he wouldn’t half mind a soulmate with a laugh like that.

So of course the universe has to go and ruin it.

After months of following Shirogane’s career like it’s his new religion, Keith finds himself counting down the days until his maybe-soulmate’s present mission returns to Earth.

And then it does.

And it isn’t him.

Because the footage of Shirogane’s glorious return from helping to establish a small research colony on Juno is clear as day, and yet Keith’s thread remains stubbornly skyward.

Keith allows himself a few days to mope, but no sooner has he resolved to try again - because there must be someone out there who isn’t old and crotchety and might actually look at him like he’s worth something - does the golden boy himself waltz into Keith’s classroom looking for recruits. And, wouldn’t you know it, just because he’s not got the other end of Keith’s thread tied to his finger doesn’t stop Keith’s heart from jumping to his throat when those soft grey eyes turn right to him and ask “think you got what it takes?” as an invitation and a challenge rolled into one.

But then “discipline case” is being whispered behind him in a tone he knows all too well, and Keith just... snaps.

It wasn’t even Shirogane who’d said it, but he’d heard it and from past experience Keith knows that that’s the damage done, so he slips out from the midst of his crowding classmates and into the seat of the military-issue car all in under thirty seconds.

If they want a discipline case, then he’ll damn well give them one.

The thrill of the chase is short-lived, but he’d still managed to out-drive the cops for a good fifteen minutes, and it’s almost as easy as out-flying his classmates. The surprise isn’t being taken down to the station. The surprise isn’t even being dragged before a frazzled Shirogane and being forced to apologise.

The surprise, Keith learns, is that a laugh like that is even more disarming up close.

It’s whole year later, filled with applications and examinations and Shirogane’s - “call me Shiro” - warm hand squeezing his shoulder to ground him when it all becomes a little much, that Keith finally admits to himself that maybe it’s okay to have a crush on the handsome, kind, incredibly nerdy, idiot who’s become his best friend and mentor.

It’s two before he admits as much to Shiro.

It’s embarrassing, the way it slips out and leaves Keith fumbling over his own words, because he knows it won’t go anywhere- he knows Shiro sees him more as a kid brother than anything else- he knows that he and Adam literally just broke up and this is really probably the last thing Shiro wants to hear-

“I just mean-” Keith flushes, takes a breath, and doesn’t dare meet Shiro’s eye, “I just mean that if Adam can’t see what a huge mistake he’s making then he’s an idiot. And he doesn’t deserve you as a soulmate anyway, because anyone would be lucky to have you as a soulmate, and even though I only thought you might be mine for a few months I was really proud, so-”

“You thought I was your soulmate?” Shiro cuts in quietly, and Keith’s shoulders hitch high around his reddening ears. “Keith, hey, look at me.”

He does because it’s Shiro, and he’d give Shiro the stars if he asked for them.

Gunmetal eyes crease at the corners, fond and fragile and a little bit in awe.

“You were really proud? To think it could’ve been me?”

“Obviously,” Keith breathes, and is scooped up into the biggest hug imaginable.

“Thank you.”

They talk it through a little more: Shiro ever-so gentle in letting him down, and Keith trying not to laugh at how guilty his friend (Shiro still wants to be his friend!) looks the entire time. Then, the inevitable question comes.

“Why did you think it was me?”

“More like hoped,” Keith shrugs, “everyone else up there is old.”

At the odd look Shiro gives him, Keith explains: his soulmate’s in the stars, has been since his string appeared, and at the time Shiro was too, and though he knows he’s supposed to love them no matter what a part of him can’t help but squirm uncomfortably at the idea of such a large age difference.

“They’ve been up there the whole time?” Shiro clarifies, still with that strange crease to his brow, “For the last twenty-eight months straight?”

Keith nods.

And this is how he finds out that his soulmate is an alien.

It’s not that Shiro says as much, not explicitly, but apparently the pool of astronauts that have been off-world for the aforementioned twenty-eight-month span is a small one, and of them there are none so far as Shiro is aware who have yet to meet their soulmates (after-all, if one’s string is skyward bound, one tends to find their other half rather quickly, for obvious reasons).

“They could be from a private program,” Shiro murmurs more to himself than anything, scratching absently over his own jaw, but Keith can tell he doesn’t really believe it by the lack of conviction on his tongue.

So... alien it is.