#We have the power of keitor and satan on our side

[demiboydemon]

Keitor Month Day Twenty-Six: Power Couple

Arriving back on Earth had been an ordeal. Lotor hadn’t been able to be there, much to Keith’s disappointment. He had assured Keith that he would be there for meeting the people of Earth, he would just be a few days later than planned due to a particularly difficult Imperial colony.

Keith tried not to let his sour mood affect their goal of peaceful relations with Earth.

“It shouldn’t be difficult,” Lotor told him, “You all are, after all, from Earth. Surely they’ll hear you out.”

Keith laughed at that. “Lotor, Earthlings hate each other, remember?”

“I do remember you saying something about slavery and the American police system. But maybe things have gotten better since you’ve last been on Earth.”

Keith shook his head, smiling fondly at Lotor’s image. “When did you become such an optimist?”

“I’ve had a few thousand years to work on it. I need to go, Darling. I wish I could be there with you. I know how hard it must be for you to have to lead Voltron all on your own.”

“Yeah, because you’re not leading an Empire or anything.”

“I’m not leading it alone. I have my Empress to help me out.” Lotor winked, then added, “And several advisors.”

“I mean,” Keith said, “I have Shiro and Lance.”

“Yet another point against you,” Lotor responded.

“Just talking to you helped my nerves. Thanks, Lotor.”

“Good luck, my love.”

Watching Shiro and Adam reunite was incredibly sweet. It almost made Keith forget how sad he was that Lotor wasn’t there, but ultimately just made him miss the Emperor more than ever. Then he had to put up with the asshole Garrison officials interrogating everyone, making sure no one had been cloned (what an awkward conversation that had been.)

Then came the inevitable conversation about ‘how on Earth can we trust Lotor? He’s Galra and obviously all Galra are as bad as the ones you just told us about! That’s how it works, right?’

“And this ‘Emperor Lotor’,” Iverson asked, “Is trustworthy?”

“I sure hope so,” Lance said, elbowing Keith in a way Keith very much did not appreciate.

“Emperor Lotor has helped us rebuild a peaceful democracy,” Shiro explained.

“But how do we know?” Iverson asked, meaning ‘how does the Garrison know’ or more specifically, ‘how do I know?’

Keith rolled his eyes. He had been tired of this question since the beginning. The only thing that had changed since then was his answer.

At first, it had been ‘We can’t,’ meaning that Lotor was felt to be untrustworthy. Then, it had been ‘We don’t,’ meaning that Keith wasn’t sure how to know whether Lotor was trustworthy or not. This was followed by ‘We have to,’ meaning that they probably shouldn’t, but had to for the sake of the Voltron coalition, then ‘Because I do,’ meaning that everyone should just shut and and respect Keith’s decisions. After that it was ‘Because he’s earned it,’ meaning that Lotor had proven himself to be worthy time after time and it was insulting that there were still those who found him to be untrustworthy. But Keith’s current answer was by far his favorite;

“Because he’s my husband, jackass.” Keith said, glad to hear the gasps from the Garrison officials at his declaration.

“Yeah!” Lance said, “They’re a power couple! Black paladin/Blade of Mamora and hot Galra king!”

“Please sit down, Lance.” Allura requested.

“You and Emperor Lotor are married?” Ryan Kinkade asked from the side of the room.

“Not to be gross, but honestly, nice pull, sir.” James Griffin said from beside him.

“Thanks?” Keith responded, “Yes, I am technically the Empress. But what’s important now is that-”

“How does it feel knowing the kid you kicked out is the black paladin? And the Empress, and a Blade of Mamora?” Lance asked, kicking his feet up onto the table. “And how does does it feel knowing that Pidge snuck right by your noses with only one person on the inside helping them?”

“Who?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Adam blurted out. “They’re a paladin and whoever helped them find the Holts and Takashi shouldn’t be prosecuted for breaking the law by helping them. Let’s move on!”

“And how oh how does it feel knowing that I, the kid you called a failure and constantly compared to kid number one is said former kid’s right hand man now?”

“Doesn’t feel great,” James said despite the glares from officials, “I’ve grown a lot as a person and I’m still terrified.”

“You don’t have to be te-” Keith started.

“You should be,” Lance interrupted, “Keith‘s gonna have you executed!”

“I absolutely am not!” Keith said, slapping his hand over Lance’s mouth.

“You could if you wanted to, though.” Pidge said.

“That’s not important right now,” Allura said, “Let’s get back to the matter at hand.”

“Exiled, then?”

“I’m not punishing anyone in any way.”

“What about Lotor?” Lance asked as soon as Keith took his hand of his mouth, “In a kinky way.”

Keith immediately regretted removing his hand. “What Lotor and I do with each other in our bedroom is absolutely none of anyone here’s business.”

“So when will we be meeting this supposedly trustworthy Emperor?” Iverson asked.

Keith was glad for the subject change, and wondered if he still had Iverson’s eye somewhere. Maybe he could give it back to him as a show of their alliance. “He says he’ll be here in a few days. He had to deal with this colony wanting to bring back the old ways from when Zarkon was in charge.”

“Yikes,” Nadia Rizavi unhelpfully chimed in.

“But he’s solved the problem by reminding them that they have easily accessible healthcare now and they don’t have to live in fear of Zarkon anymore. He should be here the day after tomorrow.”

Lotor arrived precisely on schedule. Keith forced himself to be professional and not lunge into his arms. Lotor had no such concerns and began running toward Keith as soon as he saw him.

Keith buried his face in Lotor’s shoulder. “How was the colony?”

“Not to sound dramatic, but it was suboptimal. How’s Earth?”

“Suboptimal.”

“He’s way hotter than I thought he’d be,” Keith heard Nadia Rizavi whisper to James Griffin, “Here I was thinking Keith was a furry.”

“Are you saying you wouldn’t marry an Emperor for the sake of power just because he looked like a cat?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“That makes one of us.”

Keith tuned out the whispered debate about what constituted a furry and breathed in the scent of Lotor’s hair.

“I missed you, Lotor.”

“I missed you too, my love.”

@keitor-month-2020

#keitor month 2020 #we have the power of keitor and satan on our side #keitor #keith vld #lotor vld #james vld #lance vld #fanfiction #vld #voltron #iverson vld #shiro vld #adam vld #kinkade vld #allura vld #pidge vld #rizavi vld

[lidoshka]

Bedside care

For @keitor-month-2020 day 25: injuries

“You shouldn’t have shielded me from that explosion.” He said as he dressed the larger lacerations. “Are you concerned over my wellbeing?” “As if,” Keith snorted, “if I let you die here, Kolivan will kill me” “Ah, yes, I’ve heard from the other paladins about the fearsome leader of the Blades; but,” he said he rested a hand above Keith’s “I’m sure your boss will agree it was a risk worth taking.”

Lotor got Keith out of the fire line and he got some burns and a cute nurse in exchange ;)

#mis trazos #We have the power of satan and keitor on our side #Keitor Month 2020 #Keith Kogane #Lotor #pairing: keitor #Voltron legendary defender #au

[selfindulgentsevens]

@keitor-month-2020

This is my project for keitor month! Took like 3 month to do, and the colors aren't showing up very well in the photo, but it's done!

#keitor month 2020 #we have the power of god and satan on our side #sevens makes things

[keitor-month-2020]

Alright guys! It's officially the new year and the start of keitor month!

For authors posting on ao3, please put your works in the collection. If you're posting your writing/art/playlists/whatever else you created here on tumblr, please @ this blog and tag it with "Keitor Month 2020" (and/or "we have the power of satan and keitor on our side" if you're feeling meme-y)

For those of you who aren't participating but are still looking forward to this event, please be sure to give all of the wonderful creators who are participating some love! We'll be reblogging everything posted to tumblr for this event.

Now, have an amazing Keitor month and a happy new year!

#keitor ship month #keith kogane #keitor #prince lotor #keitor month 2020 #we have the power of satan and keitor on our side #mod cucu

[ao3feed-keitor]

Rain makes one Fall

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2sCAqtf

by Sylla_Headhunter

Day 18: First Date

Lotor propped himself up on his elbows, almost shoving Ezor off his bed. “A nice boy?” he repeated rather incredulously. “Ezor, have you and I been watching the same person over the past couple of months? There is nothing nice about him, that’s like comparing a middle school essay to Shakespeare’s prose at the prime of his writing process!”

Lotor has made a MoveTM for the young man, he's been pining after for just about his whole life: Keith Kogane. He is, as of now, a nervous wreck

Words: 2159, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lotor (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Day 18!!!!, i have died, First Dates, Pining Lotor (Voltron), Im sorry the boy is WHIPPED, and y'all get to appreciate it, Keitor Month 2020, We have the power of Satan and Keitor on our side

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2sCAqtf

#keitor #voltron #vld fic #ao3fic #ao3feed #voltron legendary defender

[ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender]

Little Blade (Or rather, a very short fanfic version of Chapter 6)

read it on the AO3 at Little Blade (Or rather, a very short fanfic version of Chapter 6)

by Sylla_Headhunter

Day 20: Little Blade

Keith spares another glance at Lotor, sitting as far away as it seems to be virtually possible, posture rigid and composed, calm mask in place. It's not enough to hide the loneliness Keith feels the Prince practically exude, jaw set in a fine line threatening to undo him.

Or to put it briefly, I try to do a take on one of my favourite scenes from the earlier chapters of "Little Blade and because I am TiredTM, it works out,,,, somewhat. I hope. I'm very sorry

Words: 1468, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lotor (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Day 20, I AM DECEASED, fanfic of a fanfic why not, Keitor Month 2020, We have the power of Satan and Keitor on our side

read it on the AO3 at Little Blade (Or rather, a very short fanfic version of Chapter 6)

#ao3feed #fanfic #voltron #voltron: legendary defender #ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender

[demiboydemon]

Keitor Month Day Thirty-One: Home

For Lotor, home was always a place of fear, sadness, and pain.

Lotor had never known his mother. He did know that while the witch lived within her former body, they were not the same woman.

His mother wouldn’t have ignored him until he was needed for experimenting on.

His father was never around, always too busy with running his empire to busy himself with pointless matters such as his own son.

And so, Lotor had been raised by his governess. She wasn’t... the kindest woman, to say the least. But she trained Lotor to be an intelligent and disciplined young man. She taught him to care about his subjects, and she taught him about the history of the Empire.

Lotor was sure that she was, in her own odd sort of way, fond of him.

When Lotor was put in charge of his own colony, he was ecstatic. His own planet! He swore to himself that he would run it well alongside their current ruler.

He was so proud when he told his father about how successful he had been at taking the resources the planet could supply while working with its inhabitants.

He was devastated when it wasn’t enough to please his father, and angry when the planet was destroyed for the sole reason of punishing him, with no regard for those on the planet.

Planets are for conquering, Zarkon had scolded, your subjects are for serving the Empire.

Lotor blamed himself for the planet’s death for a long time.

For a while after his banishment, home was the Altean colony. He had spent centuries searching for remaining Alteans, and was so happy to have found them. But staying there would endanger them, and he would be damned if he was at fault for any other innocent people’s deaths.

Then, his home was with the ragtag team of half Galra women he had found around the galaxy. Narti, Ezor, Acxa, and Zethrid were his best (read: only) friends and confidants. They understood him like no one else ever had. He trusted them. When he was with them, he finally had felt safe and loved.

Even still, when he was declared an enemy of the Empire, his generals turned on him. He didn’t hold this against them, but he did miss them terribly.

When he joined Voltron, he was given about as warm a welcome as he expected. A cell in the castle’s dungeon with glass walls and a security camera.

Despite Lotor’s cooperation, the paladins refused to trust him. It was frustrating. He had given them target after target, and they still handed him over to Zarkon in exchange for the Green Paladin’s father.

They said he only wanted them not to hand him over so he could ‘save his own skin.’ Upon hearing this, Lotor scoffed internally. Of course he wanted to stay alive. The green paladin acted as if he had made a ridiculous request.

He had warned them that Zarkon would double cross them, but of course they didn’t believe him. (The fact that they trusted Zarkon would keep his word, but didn’t believe Lotor would, was quite frankly, disturbing.)

Lotor won the fight with Zarkon. He killed his own father. He knew the Empire wouldn’t mind (most of the empire, anyway,) patricide nearly as much as they cared he was a hybrid. Under his father’s rule, non-Galra blood was considered weak. But Lotor was determined to change that once he became Emperor.

It was upsetting to find out that the paladins didn’t want him to be Emperor. After all he had done to help them, they still didn’t trust him. He tried to tell them that all the other options for emperor were far worse than him (and that he actually had a plan for bettering the galaxy.) but they wouldn’t listen.

To Lotor’s relief, the Champion (who went by Shiro now, and was a lot less violent than Lotor had assumed he would be based on the rumors he had heard,) (but a lot more identity issues than Lotor had possibly imagined. The whole way to the Kral Zera he talked about how he didn’t feel like himself,) took his side.

When a small Blade of Mamora agent tackled Lotor to the ground, Lotor was offended that anyone dared attack him. When he realized why he had been tackled to the ground, he was grateful to the small blade agent.

The Blade later identified himself as Keith, the former red and black paladin. Just like Lotor, he was a hybrid, and just like Lotor, he had no real home.

“Maybe,” Lotor had said to him, “We could make a new home together.”

Now, years later, home is bloody knuckles and forehead kisses. Porcelain skin and ebony hair. Play fighting with swords and knives turned into violent make-out sessions. The most adorable ears (human ears, despite what the princess said, are adorable,) and the softest lips.

For Lotor, home is Keith.

@keitor-month-2020

#voltron #vld #keitor #keith vld #lotor vld #keitor month 2020 #we have the power of keitor and satan on our side #fanfiction

[demiboydemon]

Keitor Month Day Thirty: Mamora

Notes: This fic is a prequel to Day 23: Trust, in which we see Lotor during the beginning of his alliance with the Blade of Mamora through Kolivan's eyes.

Kolivan didn’t trust this new Blade. He didn’t like how he had passed the trials of Mamora so quickly, he didn’t like how he was the son of Zarkon, and he certainly didn’t like the way he looked at Keith.

Kolivan had been friends with Krolia long before she had fallen in love with that human. They had grown up together, went on their first mission together, and had planned to lead the Blade of Mamora together once they were old enough.

That plan had gone out the window when Krolia had found the blue lion on Earth and chose to stay there to raise a kit (not that she had told Kolivan what was happening.)

Krolia had come back to the Blade far earlier than expected, down a knife and refusing to talk about what happened on Earth. He had sent her on a mission and they hadn’t spoken much since.

Then Keith had shown up with Krolia’s blade. Kolivan felt livid that this paladin had dared steal Krolia’s blade, and then lie about it.

Image his surprise when he found out that the paladin- Keith- Krolia’s kit- hadn’t been lying at all.

‘So that’s what happened on Earth,’ Kolivan thought, ‘Why didn’t she tell me?’

Kolivan hadn’t told Keith about his mother, choosing to feign ignorance lest he show weakness. Keith certainly didn’t seem to believe Kolivan was as unknowing as he claimed.

‘Good,’ Kolivan thought, ‘Gullibility isn’t good for Blades.’

And now Prince Lotor had joined, much to Kolivan’s chagrin.

“You are not a prince here,” Kolivan had told Lotor that first night, after he had passed the trials. “Your title will not grant you any special treatment.”

“I didn’t expect it to,” Lotor had responded, “But I passed your trials of knowledge or death. Surely I deserve some knowledge.”

“A good soldier knows that one does not always receive what he deserves.”

Lotor grinned in a way that Kolivan decided he did not care for. “Well, I think you’ll find that I am not a good soldier.”

Kolivan did not trust Lotor. He grew to trust him even less when Lotor began following around Krolia’s kit like a cat would a mouse.

Kolivan wasn’t sure why Lotor had taken such an interest in Keith in particular, but it couldn’t possibly be a good thing. Perhaps Lotor was interested in him because he used to be a paladin and hoped to use him for political gain.

Kolivan felt a petty sort of smugness, schadenfreude, if you will, when Keith was entirely uninterested in the former prince.

“Keith,” Lotor called out, “Would you perhaps like to get some dinner later? Just the two of us?”

Kolivan watched as Keith’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Why would I want to do that?”

Lotor seemed dumbfounded by the response. “A simple no would have sufficed.”

Keith looked even more confused by this. “I have some protein bars if you want them. I was saving them, but if you’re hungry...”

“I’m good, but thank you.”

Keith shrugged and walked away.

Kolivan felt just as confused as Lotor looked, but at something different entirely. What game was Lotor playing?

After that, Kolivan found himself feeling oddly protected of Krolia’s kit. He wasn’t sure why, it wasn’t as if Krolia cared about him. Maybe that in itself was why, because Kolivan knew that Keith had no parental figure to guide him.

Kolivan shook his head, mentally scolding himself. This was a war, and in war there was no place for foolish sentiment.

He told himself that he only cared because he distrusted Lotor, but he knew he was lying. Despite his best efforts, Kolivan had grown fond of Keith.

Because of this, Kolivan decided to approach Lotor. No one noticed Kolivan enter the room. They were all trained to notice tiny details, but he had been training to be unnoticeable for longer. He walked over to where Keith and Lotor were chatting.

“I should very much like to learn more about you,” Lotor said, leaning in closer to Keith, “We have a lot in common.”

The corner of Keith’s mouth twitched up in a way that showed he was repressing a smile. “A lot in common?”

“Indeed.”

“That’s-”

“Lotor,” Kolivan said, feeling disappointed when Lotor appeared unfazed by his sudden appearance.

“Kolivan,” Lotor responded, looking up from Keith, “Do you need something from me?”

“I require your presence.”

“For a mission?”

“You would do well to remember that this is a secret organization before you ask me about mission details in plain sight.”

Lotor gestured to the few Blades gathered in the room. “Everyone here is a Blade. Do you not trust your own men and women enough to disclose mission details in front of them?”

“Oh, he is so dead,” Kolivan heard an eavesdropping Blade whisper.

“It’s fine,” Keith told Lotor, although he too looked disappointed at the interruption, “We can talk more later.”

Lotor scanned Keith’s face for a moment. “If you’re sure.”

Lotor followed Kolivan into a spare room. “This... is not a suitable room for a mission briefing.” Lotor said, poking a sheet covered table with his foot.

“A keen observation,” Kolivan replied. “That is because this is an empty banquet hall.”

“Not good for banquet then, either. Why have you brought me here?”

Kolivan shut the door of the banquet hall, saying nothing.

“That’s a bad sign,” Lotor said. “Quite ominous. I applaud your knack for dramatic effect.”

Kolivan glared at Lotor, not appreciating the young blade’s blatant disrespect. Unless, of course, Lotor was serious about his admiration for Kolivan’s dramatic flare, which was arguably worse.

“You and I need to have a talk.”

“About....?”

“Your troubling actions. You’ve been chasing Keith around like a yelmor would a faunatonium spring.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Lotor said, his tone gaining an air of frustration.

“You’re not a very good lier,” Kolivan responded.

“Really? I’ve only had 10,000 years to practice.”

“Tell me, Prince Lotor, what are your intentions with Keith?”

Lotor looked taken aback by the question. “My- intentions with Keith? Why would you care about-”

“Answer me,” Kolivan demanded.

Lotor righted his posture back into one of regality. “I believe I’ve made my intentions quite clear.”

Kolivan snarled under his breath. He hoped he wasn’t giving away his obvious familial infatuation with Krolia’s kit. It would do poorly for information about his personal life to bleed into his duties as leader of Mamora. And yet, Kolivan found himself not caring. If Krolia couldn’t be there for her kit, Kolivan would be.

“Keith is under my command, and I refuse to let anything happen to him. I will not let you brainwash him into joining the Empire. What I mean is-” Kolivan took a step forward. “If you do anything to hurt Keith, I will-”

“You obviously misunderstand,” Lotor interrupted, much to Kolivan’s chagrin, “Although I do wonder what Keith did to make you care so much, I’m not surprised. He’s quite charming.”

Kolivan remained stoic, still waiting for an answer.

“However, your problem is that you assume I’m interested in Keith as an ally for the war. You are entirely mistaken.”

Kolivan was glad for the years of facial training, or else he may have given away his surprise

Lotor leaned in closer, but not close enough for Kolivan to injure him without lunging (not that Kolivan would want to injure him,) “I do not want Keith as a mere ally,” Lotor cooed, “I want him as both an ally and a lover.”

Kolivan raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Lotor drew himself back to his full height. “I am not the evil mastermind you think me to be. You need not worry about what devious subterfuge I have in the works. Even if I did, and I say this with as much respect as possible, you certainly wouldn’t be able to decipher them.”

Kolivan blamed it on his surprise that he wasn’t able to think of an appropriate response (perhaps some sort of punishment for Lotor disrespecting his superior like that, or at least a reprimand.) He only stood there as Lotor began to leave the room.

“I will not do anything to him with out his wholehearted and desperate consent. And when he gives it to me,” Lotor said as he looked back to Kolivan with a mischievous glint in his eye, “I promise to make him scream.”

Kolivan stood alone in the banquet hall for a few moments before beginning to walk back toward his quarters.

“Kids these days.”

@keitor-month-2020

#ive got a thing for characters saying theyll make someone scream #its fine lol #voltron #vld #keitor #keith vld #lotor vld #kolivan vld #fanfiction #we have the power of keitor and satan on our side #keitor month 2020

[demiboydemon]

It’s day 20 of Keitor Month! My second favorite scene (because I’ve already posted the first, I have no self control) from Little Blade by @lilflowerpot

@keitor-month-2020

#we have the power of keitor and satan on our side #keitor month 2020 #keitor #lotor vld #hunk vld #little blade #art

[demiboydemon]

Keitor Month Day Ten: Soulmates

It was supposed to be simple, really. Axca would turn off the alarms while Lotor snuck into the prison and found intel about the champion. Was he going to be a weapon for the empire? Would it be easier to kill him before they had the chance to turn him into a super weapon? Or could Lotor use him for his own gain? 

He hoped all of these answers would be answered for him when he found data in the prison logs. All he had to do was to follow the map Narti had made for him, then he could take the information and flee without anyone being the wiser to him being there in the first place. 

The plan went awry when Lotor found the champion along the way and decided to snoop. He hid behind a crate and watched the prisoners.  More under the cut because this one is fairly long.

When Lotor saw him, he was thoroughly underwhelmed. He was in a cell with two other prisoners, the two of whom bore a familial resemblance. True to the image Narti had procured before the mission, the champion had a white streak in his hair. When he turned, Lotor could see his robotic arm. 

'That must be him,' Lotor thought, thinking back to Narti's image, 'The Champion.' 

The robotic arm could work well in a fight, but the champion didn't look all too strong or powerful otherwise. Lotor examined the others in the cell. 

The younger one was walking back and forth in some sort of fit, and the eldest of them was writing on the walls with a primitive writing device. 

"Those symbols..." Lotor whispered to himself. He couldn't see his soulmark through his armor, but he didn't need to. He had spent enough time gazing at it to be able to recognize it anywhere. "They're the same as mine."

Millions of thoughts flooded Lotor's brain all at once. If that was the same language, then that implied that the prisoners were from the same planet as his soulmate. Which meant maybe they could help him find them. Even if they couldn't, at least Lotor would know their name. That was a better starting point than not knowing anything. 

All logic flew out the window as Lotor rushed over to the prisoners, discarding his arm plate onto the ground beside him. 

"Who the hell are you?" The brown haired man asked him once he reached the cell.

Lotor didn't answer. He thrusted his arm toward the prisoners. "My soulmark. What does it say."

"Your soulmark?" The champion asked. "How would we know?"

Lotor looked from side to side, praying that no guards would come in before he had gotten the information he needed.  "This is your language, no? What does it say?"

Neither of the young men answered him, seemingly in shock from his attention. The older man was staring at Lotor in defiance.

"I'm in a bit of a rush here," Lotor said in agitated tone, "So if someone could just tell me what my soulmark says, I could leave this wretched place and go on my way."

The young brown haired man looked at Lotor's arm. "No way. Keith?"

"Keith?" The champion and the old man said at the same time.

"Like, Shiro's Keith?" The old man asked, rushing over to see the soulmark. 

The brown haired man nodded. "Yeah! Keith Kogane."

"You're kidding me," The champion groaned.

"Keith Kogane," Lotor said, feeling very pleased to finally know his soulmate's name, regardless of the prisoners' unexpected reaction. "Thank you all for your assistance. I'd best be on my way before Haggar notices I'm here. Axca can only keep the alarms off so long without the guards noticing."

Lotor put his arm plate back on and began to walk toward the logs, but was stopped by the champion shouting at him. "You're my brother's soulmate? You?!"

Lotor stopped in his tracks. He turned around and walked back over to the cell. "Keith Kogane is your brother? As in, you and he are of the same blood?"

"Yeah. We're adopted brothers," The champion confirmed. 

Lotor sighed and pulled out his sword. The champion's arm glowed violet as he pushed the other prisoners behind him. His mouth split into a scowl. 

"Calm down," Lotor said, "It is not my intention to fight you."

"Then why'd you pull out your swo-"

Lotor didn't hear what the champion said next over the sound of his sword slicing through the lock.

"I can't leave my soulmate's kin in my father's prison and expect to gain his affection." 

"Your fath- Zarkon has a son?" The brown haired man asked, "Who the fuck had sex with that guy?"

The eldest man frowned at him. "Matt, language."

"My language is what you're upset about? Not the fact that someone was enough of a scaley to screw the lizard king? Someone hot enough to produce this hunk of man?" The brown haired man, Matt, Lotor assumed, gestured to Lotor's body, then to his face. 

Lotor began to feel both flattered and objectified, which was a rarity for him. He wasn't exactly the spitting image of Galran beauty, and the Alteans had gone extinct during the war. 

"When I pull the door off of its hinges," Lotor explained to the group of prisoners, "An alarm will sound. When this happens, it is very important that you three follow me to my ship and board without resistance. Aboard the ship will be my generals. They will not be pleased that I've taken you, but they will not harm you without my permission. Understand?"

The group nodded and muttered various terms of understanding. Lotor pulled the door off the cell and gestured for the prisoners to leave.

"Hot damn," Matt said as they ran behind Lotor to escape. "That was cool how you ripped that door out of the wall."

"Thank you." Lotor responded, turning a sharp corner.

"And you're so tall. How tall are you?"

"I'm actually very short for a Galra. I'm about 215.9 Centimeters, 218 if you count my boots."

"Your boots, haha. You're sooooo funny."

A pack of sentries ran toward them. Lotor sliced them down with his sword and kept running. 

"Matt!" The champion called out with a hint of aggravation in his voice, "Stop flirting with Keith's soulmate!" 

"If he liked him, he should've put a ring on it!"

"They haven't even met yet!"

"Exactly! It's fair game."

"Matt, I swear, I will-"

"I've been in space for over a year, Shiro. I'm super horny. You can't blame me for trying to get some action with this purple fox."

"He's my brother's soulmate!"

"Keith couldn't possibly blame me for trying to get with this babe magne-"

"Boys," The eldest man scolded, "We don't have time to argue right now, we are running for our lives."

"Sorry, Dad."

"Sorry, Sam."

They reached Lotor's ship without too much of a hitch, unless you count two fighting yuppers, a swarm of sentries, and sixteen yelmors, but Lotor didn't. 

He only allowed himself to relax once they were a full star system away from the prison. 

"Excellent work," he said to his generals. 

"Can't say the same for you," Ezor laughed, "You go in for intel on the Champion and come out with three prisoners. I guess none of us are great at following orders, huh?"

"You're still trying to get me to forgive you for kidnapping that Arusian as a pet, aren't you?" Lotor sighed. 

Ezor shrugged. "How was I supposed to know he was a person and not a little animal?"

Lotor was grateful when Axca changed the subject. "Where are the prisoners now?"

"I put them in Lotor's room," Zethrid said much to Lotor's chagrin. 

"Why in Sa's name would you do that?"

"Because that's what happens when you bring three prisoners onto a ship and say they're 'guests' and we can't put them in the dungeon."

"Fair enough."

Lotor walked into his room to find the champion pacing around in circles, Matt sitting on Lotor's bed, and Sam rifling through Lotor's bookshelf.

"I'm telling you," The champion said, "This guy's bad news. The son of Zarkon? Why haven't we heard of him?"

"My father is not fond of me," Lotor answered, watching the champion jump in surprise. "His paternal instincts died the moment my mother Honerva did."

"Your mother was Honerva?" Sam asked. 

"You know of her?"

"Who's that?" Matt asked.

"She conducted the first experiments on the effects of quintessence. They told me about her in the work camp."

Lotor nodded. "Yes, Honerva was indeed my mother. Speaking of kin-" Lotor held his hand out for the champion to shake. "I believe you and I haven't been formerly introduced. My apologies for not properly greeting my soulmate's family. I am Prince Lotor. It's an honor to meet you, Champion."

The champion declined the handshake, scowling at Lotor with concern and distrust. "It's Shiro, not Champion."

"Shiro, then." Lotor said. He was beginning to grow irritated, but didn't want to give the champion- 

'No,' Lotor internally corrected himself, 'Shiro.'

He didn't want to give Shiro a negative first impression.

Once Lotor's handshake was finally accepted, albeit with reluctance, Lotor finally greeted the other humans. 

"Matt and Sam, I assume," Lotor said. 

The humans nodded. "Yep, that's us."

Lotor sat at his chair next to the bookshelf. He looked over at Shiro, who Lotor was sad to say didn't seem very fond of him. 

"Earth has an advanced army," Shiro finally said after many moment of uncomfortable silence, "You won't be able to conquer the planet."

Lotor frowned. "Conquer your planet? Is that what you think of me?"

"Well, duh," Matt said, now burrowed into Lotor's blankets. "Your dad, Zarkon-"

Lotor stood abruptly, hoping this action would placate his anger. He had freed these humans from the arena, he had given them clothes, he had said nothing as they rummaged through his bed and bookshelf. Yet they still thought he was set out to conquer Earth. 

He had to remind himself that these humans had been though a lot during their captivity and it would likely take more than simple courtesies to make them feel safe.

"I am not my father." Lotor said firmly, "I am not in desire of your insignificant planet. Although I do wonder why no one came looking for you if your armies are so advanced, it is obviously not something you are prepared to answer."

"Then... why did you save us?" 

"My intentions have been very clear since the beginning. I have not lied to you. I am bringing you to Earth as a show of peace to Keith. Once he sees that I have rescued his brother and assorted others, I will tell him that we are soulmates. Unless you don't approve. I wouldn't want to anger his family." Lotor added. This part was a lie, but Lotor felt like adding it would help Shiro feel better about the situation. In truth, Lotor would go through with this plan regardless. 

Luckily, Shiro seemed to both believe him and finally approve of him as Keith's soulmate. 

They arrived in Earth's atmosphere after a few days of travel, during which Lotor was pleased to say he, his generals, and the humans bonded considerably. 

Once they arrived in Earth's sky, Lotor wasted no time in opening a channel to the Galaxy Garrison. 

"That's where Keith is," Shiro had told him, "And it's the main military base in North America, plus where Sam, Matt, and I work."

"How convenient," Lotor had responded, to which Axca had jokingly smacked him. 

"Narti, please open a channel to the Galaxy Garrison's strategy planning hall. No doubt they'll be there with the giant alien warship in their sky." 

Lotor watched as a holoscreen popped up and began to show an image of a room filled with people in uniforms sitting at a long table. 

"I say we fire at it with all we've got," One of the officials said.

"Let's send out the fighter jets," Another suggested. 

"Let's- holy shit!" The official pointed to Lotor. "The alien's on the screen!" 

"Human Commanders," Lotor said to the room of people. "I am Prince Lotor of the Galra Empire, heir to the throne, son of Empress Honerva and Emperor Zarkon."

One of the officials, one with a missing eye, stood and addressed Lotor. "What do you want with Earth?" 

Lotor heard Ezor make a 'tsk tsk tsk' sound behind him. "No manners, these humans." Lotor ignored her. 

"I believe you lost some men in space about one decapheobe ago?" Lotor asked.

"It was a pilot error."

"It is in your best interest not to lie to me," Lotor said. Upon seeing the panicked looked on the officials' faces, he added, "That is not a threat, simply a word of advice. Because I have your humans."

"I love a good dramatic entry," Sam said, leading the humans into the room. 

"Shirogane? Holt?" The man with one eye exclaimed, mouth gaping in surprise. 

"Commander Iverson," Sam greeted back, "We have returned from Kerberos with news of aliens."

"Duh." Zethrid said. Lotor affixed her with a glare that did not seem to affect her. 

"I have come to Earth to seek an alliance with your planet. As a show of my willingness, I have brought three of your lost humans, freed from my father's arena."

The man with one eye, Iverson, turned to a young man behind him. "Griffin. Go get Commander W. Tell him it's urgent."

Griffin saluted Iverson. "Yes, sir," He said in a voice that Lotor found unsettling, though he wasn't sure why. 

Iverson turned back to the screen. "What are your demands?" 

"I have only one demand," Lotor said, ignoring Ezor's snickering from behind him. He hoped that the Garrison officials couldn't see her, lest his dignity be questioned. 

"Keith Kogane," Lotor said after his several second long pause, to add effect. He watched as recognition spread across the officials' faces. "Hand him over to me and I will cooperate with you. I will even be so kind as to help you incorporate your planet into the Empire if you chose to do so."

Horrified looks spread across the officials' faces. "K-Keith Kogane?" An official whispered to another. 

"Shirogane's kid?" Another asked.

"That's the one." Lotor confirmed, beginning to grow tired of these humans' incompetence. Sam, Shiro, and Matt hadn't been nearly so irritating. Although, perhaps this was partially because they were traumatized from their abductions and forced-fighting experiences. 

"That's going to a problem, Sir." One of the officials whispered to Iverson. 

"Why is it a problem?" Lotor asked, ignoring the looks of surprise at his ability to hear such quiet chatter. 

"Because," Iverson said, looking both nervous and pale, "Keith Kogane was expelled from the Galaxy Garrison cadet program almost a full year ago. No one is sure where is is now."

Lotor harshly gripped the control panel, hoping to control his anger at the Galaxy Garrison's actions. Shiro, however, did no such thing. 

"You fucking what?" He shouted at the officials on the screen. "I go up to space for one fucking year and you fucking expel him?"

After another few dobashes of Shiro's angry ranting, Lotor began to realize why he was the Champion. Lotor had to admit, even he was a little intimidated by the display of rage. 

The yelling ended when the door to the Garrison command room opened and a frazzled looking man burst in. 

"Takashi!" The man yelled up at the screen, completely ignoring the fact that an alien prince had made contact with Earth. 

Shiro's (Takashi's? Why did this man have so many names?) anger melted from his face immediately after seeing the man. "Adam! Oh my god, I missed you so much! How have you been?"

"How have I been? Takashi, I've been fine. What on Earth happened to you?"

Adam gestured to Shiro's robotic arm and white hair, then to Lotor. 

"It's... a long story." Shiro replied, using his human arm to scratch the back of his neck. "I could tell you all about it over dinner tonight, if you want?"

After Adam confirmed his and Shiro's dinner plans, Lotor thought it best to get back to the matter at hand. "As touching as this reunion is, I believe there is still a problem. As I understand it, you threw Keith Kogane into the desert to die."

"He punched out my eye," Iverson protested, as if Lotor cared. "The only reason he wasn't expelled before then was because Shirogane kept making excuses for him."

"Perhaps you are forgetting just how powerful the Empire is," Lotor snarled, "You would do well to hold your tongue about matters such as this, lest I remove it as penance for casting my soulmate into the desert and leaving him for dead."

"Woah there!" Adam exclaimed, "Keith's fine. I've been in touch with him. No one needs to chop out anyone else's tongue. The man's already lost an eye. 

Lotor leaned closer to the holo-screen. "Bring me to Keith."

"You're going to have to land your ship first."

"That can be arranged." 

Lotor stepped out of his ship only to be nearly knocked over by Adam running past him and into the former champion's arms.

"Takashi!" 

"Adam!"

Lotor righted his position and looked at the hugging couple. After Shiro and Adam were done with their unseemly (yet sweet) public display of affection, Adam scanned Lotor up and down. 

"So, you're Keith's soulmate?"

"I am indeed. And you are?"

"I'm Adam. I helped raise Keith."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Lotor stuck out his hand for Adam to shake and was pleased when his offer was accepted without hesitation. He was startled when Adam proceeded to pull him into a hug. 

"If you're Keith's soulmate, you and I are family now."

"Oh. How... lovely."

Adam pulled away and scanned Lotor up and down again. He was squinting, scrutinizing Lotor's every quality. "Did you go to college?"

"What is college?"

"Can you drive?"

"I can fly a ship."

"Can you cook?"

"I don't see how this is relevant-"

"Do you have a job?"

"I'm the prince of the Galra Empire."

"What are your intentions with Keith?"

"At the moment, I wish to meet him."

"Do you do your own laundry?"

"My generals and I take turns doing laundry, but I clean my own armor, if that counts."

Adam squinted at him for another moment before smiling again. "Good enough. I'll take you guys to see Keith."

Adam turned and looked at the Garrison officials. "You all can't come."

"I'm afraid you're not in charge here, W." Iverson said, "You've already broken protocol during your outburst when Shirogane disappeared."

"Well, I'm afraid that Keith will literally kill you on sight for trespassing on his property, and then you'll be missing more than just an eye."

Lotor repressed a smile when the officials backed down. 'I like this human,' he thought. 

The drive to Keith's home was a few hours drive from the Garrison. Sam and Matt had decided to stay at the Garrison to catch them up on everything that had been going on. Lotor's generals had also decided to stay behind to make sure none of the officials tried 'anything funny,' as Zethrid had put it. 

"Door's unlocked, Adam!" Lotor heard from behind the door.

"How does he know it's you?"

Adam shrugged. "No one else comes out here. He made me promise not to tell child services about this place until he was an adult. And now that he is an adult, I don't really have any reason to. Plus, I don't want to be arrested."

This all made perfect sense to Lotor. 

The inside of the house was small and dark, but organized other than the large board of photos and red string. 

"What in the Empire is that?" Lotor asked.

"That's Keith's board about the lights and symbols in the cave," Adam answered. "There's this robotic lion under there that he's been trying to figure out. When he realized his soulmark was written in the same language as what was on the cave walls, he was convinced his soulmate was an alien. He's going to flip out when he realizes he was right."

"A robotic lion?" Lotor's mind began going a mile a minute. 'Like in the legend of Voltron? Could it be true?'

He pushed the idea out of his head. It wasn't important right now. He was meeting his soulmate, who he had been searching for for centuries. He felt so excited that he could practically feel himself floating on air. 

"Hey, Keith!" Adam called out. "Guess what?"

Keith walked out of a hallway toward the back of the main room. "Is it about the giant alien warship in the sk-" 

Keith's eyes widened. Lotor took a moment to admire his soulmate. He was gorgeous, with dark hair accenting high cheekbones. 

"Shiro? And an alien?"

Shiro waved. "Hey, Keith."

"You're okay? I knew there wasn't a pilot error! What happened?"

"I'll tell you all about it later. For now, how have you been?" 

"I've been okay. Got kicked out of the Garrison, but other than th- wait. Who the hell are you?" 

Lotor pointed to himself. "Me?"

"No, the other giant white haired alien man standing in my house."

'Feisty,' Lotor thought, but he ignored the snark in favor of introducing himself. "I am Prince Lotor of the Galra Empire. I am also your soulmate. It is truly a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard a lot about you from Shiro on our way to Earth."

Keith didn't seem phased by the fact that he and Lotor were soulmates. 

'Well,' Lotor thought, 'Adam did say that he had thought an alien was his soulmate for years. Maybe it isn't much of a shock.'

"You and Shiro know each other?"

"I broke him and the other humans out of my father's arena."

Keith looked impressed by this. "Thanks for that."

Lotor suddenly wished that he had put more thought into what he was going to say once he and Keith met. 

"So," Keith said at last, "There's this giant robot lion under a cave. Wanna go check it out? It's a good first date spot."

"That sounds delightful."

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[demiboydemon]

Keitor Month Day Twenty-Four: First Kiss

“So who’s this guy you like?” Hunk asked Lance as they sat themselves on the couch opposite to where Lotor was sitting. He and Lance both ignored Lotor’s disgruntled sigh at being interrupted mid book.

“His name is Gnarlak,” Lance replied, “He’s from that planet we saved last week and we’ve been space Skyping since then. I want to ask him out with my fly moves and hot flying.”

“Do you have a plan for asking him out?”

“I’m going to say to him, ‘Are you an alien? Because that ass is out of this world.’ And since he’s from a space and therefore an alien, he’ll say yes. Then, bing bang boom, I’ll have an alien boyfriend.”

“Really?” Lotor asked. Hunk and Lance turned to look at him. “Is that the best you can do? A lewd compliment about his rear?”

“I’d like to see you do better,” Lance protested, standing up and pointing accusatorily, “I’ve been practicing my technique for ages.”

Lotor rolled his eyes. “I’ve got far better things to do with my time than to compete in a flirting contest.”

“I never mentioned a flirting contest. But now that you did-”

“I was making fun of you.”

“Too late! The first one of us to make someone react wins the title of Suavest.”

“React positively,” Hunk added, “We don’t want any lawsuits against us because one of you found a loophole.”

Lance opened his mouth, about to comment on Hunk’s choice of words, but didn’t get a chance to speak because Hunk spoke again. “Or because someone made a joke about the word ‘loophole.’”

Lance closed his mouth. Lotor finally stood, putting a piece of paper into his book to hold his place. “Fine, I will participate as a way to get you to leave me alone. As long as I may chose the person with whom I ‘flirt.’ I don’t wish to flirt with anyone with whom I am not truly interested.”

“Nice!” Lance exclaimed. “Who’s it going to be? Allura? Me?”

That’s how Lance found himself crouching behind the Blue lion, watching as Lotor approached Keith.

“He’s slicking his hair back?” Lance whispered, “Who does he think he is, Brad Pitt?”

“Shhh,” Hunk shushed him. “I wanna hear what happens.”

“Ah, Keith,” Lotor said, “Just where I thought you’d be.”

Keith looked up at Lotor. “You were looking for me?”

“Of course. For whom else would I be looking? You are by far the most interesting person on this ship, perhaps the whole Empire.”

Keith laughed. “You hit your head or something?”

“Lotor’s got to be cheating, right?” Lance asked. “I didn’t know Keith could laugh like that. He’s all... giggly?”

“My head is fine, Darling.” Lotor said, “Though not as fine as yours. You truly are extraordinary, both in personality and in beauty. It’s always a pleasure to be in your company.”

Keith didn’t answer, looking shocked at Lotor’s proclamation of admiration.

Lotor leaned in closer. “Your eyes are like starlight, captivating as the night sky. I wish to never look away, and yet I fear that if I do not, I will become forever lost within them.”

“Woah,” Hunk whispered from beside Lance, “That was classy.”

“It was.... fine,” Lance replied.

“Keith certainly seems to think so.”

Lance looked back to Keith, whose face was considerably flushed.

“Oh. Thanks.”

“And that’s not even mentioning your incredible skill with a sword. Where did you learn to fight like that? Looking at your technique is like watching a limbowan dance in the wind.”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“I assure you,” Lotor said, leaning in even closer, “It’s a compliment.”

“Lotor, what are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m flirting with you. Would you like me to stop?”

Keith shook his head. “I didn’t say that. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t... misjudging things. I’m not great at reading emotions.”

“You are, just not human emotions. I don’t blame you. We hybrids tend to have a preference for one of our parents’ body language. Yours is incredibly Galran.”

“I didn’t know that. I guess there’s a lot I don’t know about Galra stuff.”

“I could help you learn, if you’d like. I hear that study dates are quite popular on Earth, and I’m never one to pass up a romantic venture to the castle’s library.”

“A- a date? Like, with you?”

Lotor placed his hand against the side of Keith’s face. Keith didn’t pull away. “Is this alright?”

Keith nodded and began to blush. Lotor chuckled at Keith’s flustered appearance. “You’re even more gorgeous when you’re embarrassed. I wonder what else I can do to make you blush?”

Keith reached up and kissed Lotor on the lips. “Why don’t you find out?”

Hunk and Lance looked at each other. “I hate to say it, bud, but I think you just lost.”

“I’m not even mad. I’ve got so many new pick up lines to try now. You wrote them down, right?”

Hunk held up a pad of paper that Lance hadn’t realized he was holding. “You know I did.”

Lance looked at the list and frowned. “These felt a lot cooler when Lotor was saying them.”

“They’re waaaayyyy less classy now.”

“Maybe if I say them with a British accent?”

“Try one on me.”

“Ooooooh, youh eyes arh like stahlight, captivating as the night sky. I wish to nevah look away, and yet I feayah that if I do not, I will become lost within them.”

“That’s the worst British accent I’ve ever heard.”

“I was going for Welsh.”

“Well, that was bad for Welsh, too.”

“I literally- wait. Where did Lotor and Keith go?”

Lance looked around and saw that Keith and Lotor had left, presumably together. “I think Lotor’s flirting worked too well.”

Notes: Lotor and Keith leaving to make out in one of their rooms while everyone is distracted is my aesthetic. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

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#we have the power of keitor and satan on our side #keitor month 2020 #keitor #keith vld #lotor vld #fanfiction #vld #voltron

[demiboydemon]

Keitor Month Day Twenty-Two: Library

Notes: Thanks to @lilflowerpot for letting me use some of their headcanons about Galra anatomy and culture for this fic. Also this features Kuron, not Shiro, but Lotor doesn’t know that. #notmyshiro

Lotor took a deep breath to calm himself. Coran had told him that the castle had a library, and that the library was on the left of this floor. What Coran hadn’t told him was how many doors were on this floor to begin with.

Lotor had already wandered into a room with a kaltenecker, a mistake he did not wish to repeat.

‘Maybe this is the library?’ He thought, opening the door. He was pleased to find that this was decidedly a library, but unpleased to see that the paladins were all gathered in the library, around a blazing fireplace.

Princess Allura was sitting next to the black paladin, Shiro. The green paladin, Pidge, typed on an old computer next to the yellow paladin, who Lotor was pretty sure was named Chunk.

Lance was sitting upside down, swinging his feet back in forth in the air. Not coincidentally, no one was sitting next to him.

“He’s just so damn stubborn.” Lance groaned. “It’s not like we wanted him to go and join a secret Galra army!”

“You know Keith.” Princess Allura sighed, “He always does what he feels is best. Never mind what others think.”

“I’m just surprised he took so long to come back,” Chunk said. “He won’t be back for the intel sharing thing until later tonight. I’m making this weird Altean recipe that seems similar to mac and cheese to celebrate. I hope he stays for dinner.”

Lotor was about to ask what ‘mac’ was when it occurred to him that the paladins didn’t know he was there. After a moment of consideration, he decided to see how long it took them to notice he was there without him saying anything as a way to test their observation skills.

“He probably won’t. He never joins in group activities unless it’s training.” Pidge said. “He just stands to the side with his arms crossed all emo and watches.”

“He doesn’t listen to anybody but Shiro.”

“Not even that, lately. Whenever I reprimand him during training he just ignores me,” Shiro complained, shaking his head.

“Are you really that dense?” Lotor chimed in, no longer able to contain his internal irritation at the team’s ignorance.

Everyone in the room jumped up when Lotor spoke.

The princess was the first to recover from the shock. “Excuse me?”

“Well,” Lotor explained, sauntering toward the group. “Either you’re terribly stupid or you’re purposefully judging Keith unfairly.”

“What do you mean?” The green Paladin piped up from their place on a couch. “Judging him unfairly? He straight up ignores Shiro.”

Lotor kept himself from rolling his eyes. “So at least you’re not being cruel, I suppose. Galra, and Keith by extent, will ignore you while being scolded as a sign of submission.”

“Submission?” Shiro asked, “But he’s ignoring me. He’s being disrespectful and sulky. Just like back at the Garrison.”

“Galra are different than humans, socially. I assume that the former red paladin, despite his mixed lineage, is the same. What you see as him being quote-unquote ‘sulky’ is him acknowledging your dominance and accepting the reprimand. By turning his back and looking away he’s telling you he does not wish to defy you. In human terms, it’s closer to an apology than a sulk. Not that you deserve the apology, based on your judgement of him.”

No one said anything for a long moment.

“Oh.” Pidge eventually spoke, “What about the other things?”

Lotor stride over to and sat down next to them. “Other misconstrued behaviors? Well, I assume you’ve misunderstood many of the former paladin’s actions.”

“Why do you assume that?” Lance demanded, looking about as defensive as possible for someone sitting upside down.

“Isn’t it obvious? There’s a reason he left your team and joined the Blade of Mamora.”

Everyone around Lotor grew outraged.

“Hey!” Chunk said, “Keith left for the Blade to find his mom!”

“Don’t assume good know things about Keith that we do not!” The princess yelled at the same time.

“Keith left because he was being stubborn!” Lance yelled a moment later, the same time as Pidge.

“He just wanted to be with other Galra!”

“I find it interesting that you all take such a defensive stance for being completely in the right. Although you are correct in saying I don’t know Keith as you do,” Lotor admitted, “I do what what it’s like to be a hybrid. To be forced into one box when you belong in two.”

“You’re not half human.” Shiro said.

Lotor mentally rubbed his temples, wishing that thinking about it would be enough to ward off his headache. How could the paladins of Voltron, the supposed saviors of the universe (a universe containing so many alien species,) know so little about the people in said universe.

He supposed that the Galra Empire hadn’t known much about hybrids either, but Lotor had, for some reason, expected Voltron to be less ignorant. Especially since they had a Galra hybrid within their own number.

“You are aware that there are more than just Galra-Human hybrids, no?” Lotor said, “I myself am half Altean.”

“You’re what?” Princess Allura all but screamed, shooting up from her seat.

“You’re Altean?” Pidge stopped typing.

“No way you’re Altean!” Lance stopped kicking his legs.

“What is it with you all and shouting things all at the same time?” Lotor grimaced, making a conscious effort not to cover his ears. “Yes, I am half Altean. My mother was Empress Honerva.”

“Your mother was Honerva? As in the scientist who experimented on Diabazol?” Allura asked.

“Indeed.”

Lotor could practically see the gears turning in Princess Allura’s head as she spoke. “I thought Coran and I were the only ones.”

‘If any of you had ever willingly had a civil conversation with me,’ Lotor thought, ‘You would know about all the Alteans.’

“If you’re Altean, why didn’t you tell us earlier?” Lance asked, obviously suspicious.

‘I would have told you,’ Lotor thought, ‘Had you only asked.’

“It’s common knowledge,” Lotor responded instead, “I thought you knew. And I’d remind you to at least pretend to trust me, for the sake of this alliance.”

“Can we get back to the matter at hand?” Chunk said, “We were talking about Keith. Lotor said he did Galra stuff.”

“Yeah,” Pidge said, “What do you mean about ‘misconstrued behaviors?’”

“Well,” Lotor began again, “I believe you were groaning about Keith never participating in activities, but standing to the side. He does this not because he would rather not take part, but so he can have all of you in his sights to protect you from potential threats. For lack of better phrase, he is keeping look out.”

“So... he’s not being a jerk?” Lance asked, resuming his vexatious kicking.

Lotor sighed. “Obviously not. You know, you really should learn more about different species if you wish to be a good advocate for all the universe.”

“What about when he gets all emo and ignores us?” Lance asked, “Since we’re asking questions about the things we hate about Keith. He always make me feel like I’m not even worth the effort it takes to argue.”

Lotor sighed. ‘I suppose I’m the expert on this.’

“Similarly to your misunderstanding about Shiro, Keith isn’t disrespecting you. By ‘getting all emo’ as you put it, he is attempting to de-escalate the conflict.”

“But how would it de-escalate conflict? It’s kinda dismissive in human culture to cross his arms and turn his head all snoody.” Pidge said, computer keys clacking loudly. Lotor wondered if they were taking notes of what he was saying, or if they were simply multitasking. Or perhaps they weren’t paying attention at all, which would explain how they kept asking such redundant questions.

“Crossing his arms makes him smaller, and turning his head, thus exposing his throat, is a sign of trust and loyalty.”

Lotor sat there at least another varga answering questions, some of which’s answers were almost too simple.

“Galra are excessively social creatures. Keith’s emotions bleed out in his every movement.” Lotor said, “It’s not his fault humans only pick up on the aggressive part.”

The paladins all looked to each other, looking for signs that they were somehow in the right. When they found none, everyone looked back to Lotor.

“So you’re saying that Keith is lonely and needs a hug?” Chunk asked.

Lotor sighed. “That wasn’t what I was saying, but I suppose it’s not incorrect. Keith is terribly touch starved.”

“I feel awful,” Princess Allura said. “We know so little about the Galra. I didn’t think our ignorance would affect Keith, since he was raised on Earth. But I suppose I was mistaken.”

Shiro put his hand on the princess’s shoulder. “We didn’t know. We’ll read up on Galra body language and then it’ll be fine.”

Chunk pulled a tablet from his vest. “Keith’s here! Let’s go give that touch starved buddy a hug!”

The paladins ran off, leaving Lotor alone in the library. He smiled to himself. “Oh, beautiful Keith. I do hope he gets the love he deserves.”

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[demiboydemon]

Keitor Month 2020 Day 6: Alliance

“Absolutely not!” Keith shouted at his mother.

“Keith,” Krolia said, clearly exasperated that Keith hadn’t given in at all since she had told him. “It will be amazing for our family.”

“I’m not going to get sold off as a sex toy to some prince so you can eat off golden plates! Our family is doing fine!” Even as Keith shouted it, he knew it wasn’t true. His family had been struggling ever since his father had died two years earlier.

“You know that isn’t what’s happening.” Krolia said, “You’re acting like a child.”

Keith scoffed. “If I were a child, I wouldn’t have to marry Lot-whore. Why can’t Shiro do it? He’s attractive and he has a job!”

“Shiro is already courting that Olkari boy.”

“Well then why can’t you marry him?”

Krolia snapped a pencil in her hand. Keith could see that she was only growing more aggravated, but he didn’t care. “I am far too old, and besides, Prince Lotor chose you. You should be grateful. He could have had anyone in Diabazol and he chose you.”

“Well I didn’t choose him!” Keith yelled, “Why does Shiro get to choose his boyfriend but I get married off? It’s not fair!”

“That is enough!” Krolia stood up and slammed her hand against the table. Keith could tell she was seething.

‘Good.’ He thought, ‘So am I.’

“You’re acting so selfishly!” Krolia snapped.

“I’m acting selfishly? You’re the one trying to control my life. It’s my life! I should get to choose!” With that, Keith stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

Keith walked to the park and sat next to the pond. He watched the ducks until they got bored of him. He didn’t go back home for dinner, or even when it began to grow dark.

“Oh,” A deep voice said from behind him. “I didn’t realize anyone else would be here.”

Keith looked behind him. The dark obscured the voice’s figure despite all three moons being out tonight. Usually he would be able to see better in the dark, but tears tended to worsen his night vision abilities.

Not that Keith would ever admit he had been crying.

“You don’t own the park. I’ve got just as much of a right to be here as you do.” He snapped back at the tall figure.

The figure laughed. “I suppose you’re right. It’s just that usually no one else is here at this hour.”

Keith looked up at the moons. He hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. “Hm.”

“I come here to think.” The figure said. “I assume you’re doing the same?”

Keith nodded, knowing that the figure had the unfair advantage of his sight working. “Guess I am.”

The figure sat down next to him. Keith still couldn’t see his face, which irritated him. Why was this guy so tall?

“Would you like to talk about it?” The tall man asked. “I’ve been told I’m an excellent listener.”

Keith considered the offer. Usually he talked to Shiro about his problems, but Shiro thought the marriage was a great idea. Adam didn’t like the idea of it, but there wasn’t anything he could do.

“Sure,” Keith said, “That’d be nice. No judgment, though, right?”

“Of course not. So long as you do the same with my complaints.”

“Deal. My mom is making me marry this guy. I meet him tomorrow, and then I have to marry him the day after.”

The man made a sympathetic humming sound.

“And it’s like,” Keith continued, “I should be happy. He’s a good guy from what my mom says about him. He’s-”

Keith paused, wondering if telling a stranger about his engagement would endanger him. He eventually decided he didn’t care. If this guy kidnapped him, at least he wouldn’t have to get married in a few days.

“He’s the prince, actually.” Keith said.

“Is he?” The man asked, sounding inappropriately amused. “And you don’t like him? Too ugly for someone as beautiful as you?”

“It’s not that.” Keith said. “It’s the principle of it. The fact that she’s marrying me off just so she can live better financially. I’ve had to go to all these weird etiquette lessons and shit.”

“I see.”

“And no one gets it! I haven’t even met him. My brother keeps talking about how I’ll get to be Empress one day and how it’s a great opportunity. He doesn’t get it. He’s not going to have to have sex with some creepy prince in a few days to consummate a marriage he doesn’t even want! He gets to marry his Olkarian boyfriend.”

“Hm.”

“And I’m excited about the idea of bettering the universe as Empress. But what if Prince Lotion’s a dick? What if he hits me or something? What if he doesn’t even let me do anything for the Empire and my only job is to sit by his side and look pretty? Quiznack, maybe he’s got a harem.”

When Keith mentioned the harem, the man next to him made a choking sound.

“He won’t hit you and he doesn’t have a harem, I can assure you of that.”

Keith let out a cold laugh. “How would you know?”

“My father works with him,” the man said. “He’s not fond of him, but to be fair, my father doesn’t like most people.”

“Has he told you what he’s like?” Keith asked, “Like I said, I’ve never met him.”

“Well,” the man spoke again after taking a moment to think, “I know he enjoys solitary nighttime walks where he can think. And he likes Altean cuisine, especially spiced Yelnuts. My father says that the cake at the wedding will be spiced Yelnut flavored, but he’s not the most reliable person. I believe my father also mentioned that the prince hates injustice of any kind, but that was one of the things he hates about him.”

“He doesn’t sound too bad,” Keith admitted, “But your dad sounds like a piece of work.”

The man laughed. “That’s certainly one way of putting it.”

The two of them sat in comfortable silence for a while before Keith spoke again.

“So what’s going on with you?” Keith finally asked.

The man sighed. “Well, my predicament is rather similar to yours. My parents picked a man for me to marry, but I only just met him for the first time today, and I am set to marry him very soon.”

Keith nodded. “That sucks.”

“Yes, it is unfortunate. I do adore him, but I’m afraid he doesn’t feel the same way. He thinks that I wanted this, that I chose to get married to a man I’d never met, and for that he hates me.”

“Why don’t you tell him?”

“I haven’t had the chance yet.”

Keith squinted at him, trying to see the man’s face. ‘Stupid eyes,’ he thought.

“Can I tell you a secret?” The man asked.

“I don’t see why not,” Keith responded, “I told you all about my problems.”

“My father, the one you said was a piece of work, is dying.”

“I’m sorry.” Keith said, feeling bad about criticizing him. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have said that.”

“The fact that he’s dying doesn’t make him any less terrible, Keith.” The man said.

Keith mentally chastised himself for telling the man his name, although he didn’t remember doing it. But he supposed that once he had married Prince Lotor, everyone would know his name anyway.

“That’s why he’s marrying me off,” the man continued, “Because I’m set to take over his- er, job.”

“You’re an apprentice, then?”

“Of sorts. I’ve been trained for it my whole life.”

“And why do you have to be married for it?”

“It’s the sort of position that takes two. My mother and father did it together, too.”

Keith wracked his brain, trying to think off what job this guy’s dad could possibly have.

“What the quiznack does he do?” He finally asked.

The man didn’t answer him right away. “You’re very intelligent from what I’ve heard about you. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Heard about me?” Keith asked. He hadn’t done any interviews with the press yet, but he doubted there was anyone who didn’t know about the marriage yet.

The man stood up and then held his hand out to help Keith do the same. “I have to be getting home before anyone realizes I’m gone. I have a lot to do tomorrow, as do you.”

“Yeah,” Keith agreed. “I hope your betrothed starts to like you soon.”

“I think he’s starting to. And thank you for listening. It helped me a great deal.”

“No problem. I’d say anytime, but that would be wishful thinking.”

“I’m flattered. Goodbye, Keith.”

The man started walking away. Keith’s vision started working again just in time for him to see a dark hood covering long, white hair.

Keith spent the long walk home trying to figure out what the mysterious man’s father’s job was. He worked with the Prince closely enough to know about him. It was a job that you needed to be married to do, and that one could apprentice for. Keith was stumped.

The house was dark and quiet when Keith got home.

‘Shiro and Mom must have be asleep.’ Keith thought as he tucked himself into bed, feeling a little better about tomorrow, but still not looking forward to it.

Keith awoke to an outfit being tossed onto his face. “The quiznack?”

“Language!” His mother scolded before taking on a softer (as soft as she could sound) and excited tone, “You’re meeting Prince Lotor today. You have to look nice. Go take a shower and then put on this suit.”

Keith showered and put on the suit, but he didn’t like it.

The suit was nice, he supposed, but it was far too cheerful and festive for such a bad day.

Krolia was dressed nicely, too, along with Shiro. Both of them looked far too excited.

“Cheer up,” Shiro said. “You’re meeting your fiancé!”

“My warden, more like.” Keith grumbled.

Shiro pretended not to hear him.

A car picked them up and drove them to the castle.

“Your highness, Master Keith.” A man at the castle’s entrance said, bowing.

“Thanks?” Keith said.

“My name is Coran!” The man, Coran, said. “I’ll be taking you and your family to meet Prince Lotor.”

“I actually assist King Alfor of Altea,” Coran rattled on as he led them through the ornate halls. “But Emperor Zarkon wanted me to help you today since Alfor and Melanor are visiting for the wedding.”

“King Alfor and Queen Melanor are here?” Shiro asked.

“Of course! They’re so excited for young Lotor to marry. They were hoping he would marry Princess Allura, but she didn’t want that. That’s a secret, by the way. You mustn’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t.” Keith said. “I don’t care enough to.”

Shiro hit him with a glare, but Coran just laughed again. “Good one, ‘M boy.”

They were led through a maze of beautiful corridors. Keith wondered if Coran was leading them in a way that was more complicated than necessary just to make it harder for Keith to escape if he decided to make a run for it, but he doubted that was the case. Coran seemed to know his way around the castle very well. Keith wondered if he would ever know his way around the castle like that.

Coran finally stopped in front of a glass door leading to a courtyard. “First you will all meet Prince Lotor, then we will make our way to the dining hall, where you will eat dinner with the Royal family.”

“Thank you so much, Coran.” Krolia said.

“Of course!” Coran opened the door and gestured for Keith to go first.

Keith saw Prince Lotor sitting on a bench with a bouquet of juniberries, talking to a cat. He had to admit that Lotor was handsome, and him being good with cats was definitely a point in his favor.

“Lotor, ‘M boy!” Coran chirped, scaring away the cat. “Your consort, Keith is here!”

Lotor looked up and smiled. “Thank you, Coran.”

“Of course!”

Lotor stood and walked over to Keith. He took Keith’s hand. Keith felt the urge to snatch it away before he could kiss it, but Lotor didn’t make the move to kiss it at all. He bowed his head toward his hand, but didn’t do as much as pucker his lips in Keith’s direction.

“Keith, it’s an honor to meet you. I look forward to getting to know you before our wedding tomorrow.”

Keith forced himself to smile. “As do I, your highness.”

Lotor let go of Keith’s hand and began making small talk with Shiro and Krolia, with Coran chiming in with Sa knows what.

‘He seems okay.’ Keith thought, ‘It could be a lot worse. He’s handsome, didn’t kiss my hand without my permission even though it would have been appropriate if he did, and the man at the park said- holy Quiznack.’

Lotor laughed at something Shiro said (Shiro looked pleased that he had made the prince laugh) and everything clicked.

“It was you!” Keith shouted, pointing at an amused looking Lotor.

Shiro smacked Keith upside the head. “Keith! We talked about this!”

“No need to fret,” Lotor assured Shiro, “I find him quite charming. Keith, would you like to take a stroll through the garden?”

Lotor handed Keith the juniberries.

“Oh. Uh, yeah.” Keith answered. He took the juniberries. “Thank you.”

As soon as they were out of earshot, Keith all but exploded with questions. “It was you in the park?”

“It was indeed.” Lotor confirmed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“To be honest, I thought you knew until you expressed how little you thought of me without knowing who I was. And at that point it would have been awkward.”

“Yeah,” Keith snorted, “Way less awkward now.”

“It took you longer to figure it out than I assumed you would. My father told me you were intelligent.”

“Hey!” Keith protested. “I am! But what were the odds that it would be you out of anyone who could have been at the park?”

“I’m just glad you figured it out before we wed.”

“Did you mean what you said last night?” Keith asked, “About Emperor Zarkon choosing me for you because he’s dying?”

“I was entirely truthful,” Lotor said, leaning on a statue of an Emperor long gone, “But I also was truthful when I said that I was fond of you. I sincerely hope that you don’t feel as adverse about me as you did last night.”

Keith thought about it. “I don’t hate you anymore.”

“I’m glad.”

“But don’t think that I’m into the whole ‘marrying you the day after we met’ thing.”

Lotor’s lip quirked ever so slightly in a smile. Keith would have missed it if he hadn’t been paying attention. “Of course.”

Keith looked over to his family, who were still talking to Coran about the evening’s schedule. Keith sighed.

This was going to be a long night.

Notes: This fic will have a sequel on the ninth which will focus mainly on the night after the wedding. @keitor-month-2020

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[demiboydemon]

Keitor Month 2020 Day Twenty-Five: Injuries

“What a fight!” Lance cheered, “We totally beat their butts!”

“Heck yeah we did!” Hunk agreed.

“And we had just enough healing pods,” Allura added, “Not too many and not too few.”

Keith smiled, hoping no one noticed the blood seeping from his side. “Great job out there, everyone! You guys should celebrate.”

“Yeah!” Pidge said, “Let’s get some nunvil up in this joint!”

Keith began to walk away while Allura was busy explaining to Pidge that they were far too young for nunvil, no matter what their IQ was.

“Yo, team leader,” Lance shouted, following Keith out of the room. Keith silently cursed. Wasn’t Lance supposed to be the least observant? When had he gotten so good at calling Keith’s bluff?

“Yeah, Lance? You need something?”

“Are you okay? You know you can join the party if you want.”

Keith nodded, leaning against the wall in a way he prayed looked casual and not like he had been grazed with a spear in the battle prior. “Yeah, I know. I’m just super tired, plus Lotor’s already in our room.”

Lance laughed. “Alright, lone wolf. Just know that you can join us if you want. Lotor too. Everyone will be happy to see you having fun.”

“Thanks, Lance. That means a lot. Maybe next time.”

Lance shrugged and walked back into the room.

Keith was grateful for Lotor’s absence when he entered their room. Hopefully he’d be able to shower and get dressed again before Lotor got back. Then he could just sleep off the injury and no one would be the wiser.

Unfortunately for Keith, Lotor was very efficient and was only out of the room for the time it took him to shower and put on underwear.

“Sorry it took me so long,” Lotor called out.

Keith grimaced. He crossed his fingers that he’d be able to put a shirt on before Lotor saw him before remembering that their room was small, and Lotor was standing a meter from him.

“I decided to get some of Hunk’s Earth cookies for us to eat, but he had locked them up since I kept taking them,” Lotor laughed as he locked their door, “It took me ages to be able to cut my sword through the lock. He will not be pleased with me, but-”

Lotor trailed off when he finally looked at Keith. “Keith Akira Yorak Kogane!” Lotor scolded. “What in the universe happened to you? Why aren’t you in a healing pod?”

Keith groaned. “Lotor, I’m fine.”

“Is that why you’re bleeding all over our sheets?”

Keith looked down. He was, sure enough, bleeding on the sheets. He stood up and walked over to Lotor. “I can walk okay.”

“You’re hobbling,” Lotor observed, “You need a healing pod.”

“No, for the last time, I’m fine.”

Lotor rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. “If you’re going to be stubborn, then I will patch you up. I’ll start with the lesser cuts and scrapes-”

Lotor picked Keith up (sometimes Keith loved how much smaller he was than Lotor and how Lotor could pick him up and toss him around. This was not one of those times.) and placed him back onto their bed. “Then work my way to the largest one, since that will be the most painful for you when I fix it.”

“I’m fine,” Keith insisted, but much to his irritation, Lotor still didn’t seem to believe him.

Keith felt Lotor’s eyes boring into him as he bandaged his wounds. “How did you get hurt?”

“During the battle earlier. Some jerk threw a spear at a villager and I pushed her out of the way.”

“That was very brave of you,” Lotor sighed, “But I’ve still got a right to be upset, you know. The love of my life just risked his life with no regard for his own safety.”

Keith glared at him. “I didn’t have a choice, Lotor. You would’ve done the same thing.”

Lotor ignored him, choosing to focus on the injuries on Keith’s arm. “And to make it worse, you didn’t even ask for a healing pod. You didn’t even tell anyone.”

“There were other people who needed a healing pod more than me. Hell, this is coming from the guy who dislocated both his arms without flinching! Who are you to criticize my- ow!”

“Sorry if it stings,” Lotor said, patting rubbing alcohol around a cut. “At least this one won’t need stitches like the one on your side.”

“Thanks,” Keith grumbled under his breath. “It’s nice of you to fix me up.”

“Of course,” Lotor said, placing a kiss on Keith’s forehead before moving to work on Keith’s side. He took a deep breath breath. “Keith, my love, it’s not that you risked your life. I know you have to risk your life often since you’re a paladin, and it would be rather hypocritical for me to be upset about that given all the danger I put myself in. I’m upset that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me you were hurt.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” Keith said. “I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Keith, I am your boyfriend. I want to worry about you. Take a deep breath.”

Keith did as he was told. A moment later, he was grateful for it, because he nearly yelled when Lotor started on the stitches.

“How is it that you can withstand a spear to the stomach but can’t handle a tiny needle? You are quite the mystery.”

“I’m handing it fine,” Keith pouted, “I was just surprised.”

“Whatever you say, Love. Luckily,” Lotor said, “The wound only needs three stitches and isn’t infected. It probably would have been soon, though, so it’s good I discovered them. And... that’s the last stitch.”

“Thanks, Lotor.”

“Of course. Hopefully this next bit won’t hurt, but either way, you deserve it.”

“Rude. Wait, what is-” Keith’s sentence was cut off when Lotor tackled him against the bed and began assaulting him with kisses. “Ack! Lotor!”

“I was so worried about you!” Lotor scolded, positioning himself so Keith was straddled beneath him. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I’m fine, Lotor,” Keith insisted. “But you’re jostling my stitches.”

Lotor moved so he wasn’t touching the stitches, then pressed his lips against Keith’s. When he finally ended the kiss a moment later, he gazed into Keith’s eyes. “I’m just glad you’re alright. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

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[demiboydemon]

Keitor Month Day 14: Soft

Notes: One of my favorite Galra headcanons is that they don’t have toes. This one is (non-sexual) Omegaverse so skip it if that’s not your thing. Also, there’s a lot of blushing in this chapter which I usually don’t do because I prefer other ways to show one is flustered, but it worked well for this one.

Lotor let out a roar of frustration as he tossed another sock behind him. “Why do I even have toe-socks? I don’t have toes!”

It wasn’t as if Lotor had an abundance of clothing, just his armor and what he had picked up at the space mall last decaquintent, so the fact that all of his shirts had gone missing was deeply unnerving.

“Maybe I could borrow something?” Lotor wondered aloud to himself, but that idea posed an entirely different problem. He was far taller and far broader than anyone else in the castle, even Shiro.

Shiro seemed considerably shocked to see Lotor at his door (in a pajama shirt, no less.) He looked behind Lotor on both sides, perhaps wondering if someone had forced him to be there.

“Good morning, black paladin Shiro.” Lotor greeted, hoping to make Shiro more comfortable and thus more likely to loan Lotor a shirt.

“Oh, um,” Shiro said, “Hey, Lotor. What’s up?”

“I am experiencing a wardrobe problem and I was wondering if you could be of assistance.”

Shiro smiled as if Lotor had just said something humorous. When he spoke, it was with a trace of thwarted off laughter in his voice. “Are you sure I’m the one you want to ask? My husband says I’m a fashion disaster. Maybe Lance would be a better choice?”

Lotor shook his head. “No, Lance is far too short and thin.”

Shiro looked taken aback. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, none of his clothes would fit me,” Lotor explained, wishing the black paladin would understand more easily.

Shiro nodded after a moment. “Oh! You want to borrow some clothes?”

“Yes. All of my shirts have gone missing.”

“Missing?”

Lotor did nothing to confirm this, because he was staring to get tired of this conversation.

“Sorry,” Shiro said, “But I’ve got, like, two shirts. One of them is in the wash and I’m wearing the other. But maybe ask Hunk? He’s not super tall, but he’s wide. It could be like a crop top.”

Lotor thanked Shiro for his help, even though Shiro had been most unhelpful, and went off to ponder what to do next.

“Nice shirt,” Lance snickered when Lotor sat down at the table. “The Hawaiian print really brings out the despair your eyes.”

“It’s not mine,” Lotor snapped at him, “I had to borrow it since all of mine went missing for Sa knows what reason!”

Everyone at the table was quiet for a moment after Lotor’s outburst.

“I apologize for the bitterness of my tone,” Lotor said after it became clear that everyone was a bit shaken.

“I was more concerned about the holes in the table,” Hunk squeaked out.

Lotor looked down at his hands, and surely enough, his nails were deeply embedded in the table. He pulled them out and moved a nearby bowl of food goo so it covered some of the holes. “Better?”

Hunk shrugged, “It’s not worse.”

“Why didn’t you ask me for a shirt?” Lance asked. “I have a polo that would make you look like you just got off the golf course. I can’t wear it because I don’t golf.”

“What is... golf?” Lotor asked. “And what is a polo?”

“A polo is a shirt type.” Hunk said. He didn’t explain what golf was, but Lotor didn’t care to ask again. “Why didn’t you ask Shiro?”

“I did,” Lotor said, “But he had no extras.”

Shiro shrugged. “I Marie Kondo-ed my closet and got rid of all the clothes that didn’t bring me joy.”

“It’s called organization,” Pidge interjected, “Marie Kondo didn’t invent getting rid of stuff you don’t like.”

“Maybe you should take a leaf out of her book and declutter your room,” Keith said, “It’s like a trash floof den in there.”

“It is a trash floof den. They live there with me.”

“Since it’s not mine, whose shirt is it?” Shiro asked, changing the subject away from the ‘trash floofs’ in an attempt to deescalate the impending conflict. “Did you end up asking Hunk like I suggested?”

“It’s Coran’s,” Lotor said. This statement was met with the disbelief of everyone at the table. “Apparently, he used to be quite... buff.”

“That checks out,” Lance said, “He showed me a picture of him and Alfor from 10,000 years ago, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but he was, like, pretty hot.”

Lotor sighed, rubbing his temples to ward of the headache that often accompanied the blue paladin’s voice. “I’m just dumbfounded as to where the shirts could be.”

“You okay, Keith?” Hunk asked Keith, whose face had taken on a soft pink tinge.

‘Even so,’ Lotor thought, ‘He looks beautiful. His hair is made of nebulas and night sky, his eyes spun from starlight.’

“You look kinda sick,” Hunk said, sounding awfully concerned.

“I’m fine,” Keith said. He stood abruptly without finishing his breakfast goo, “I’m just tired. Thanks for the goo, Hunk.”

Keith left the room before anyone else had the chance to ask him anything else.

“I do hope he’s alright,” Lotor said.

Pidge gave a half suppressed laugh. “Oh, he’s alright, all right. He’s juuuuust fine.”

“What do you mean?” Shiro asked.

“Let’s just say, I definitely know who took Lotor’s shirts. Keith’s been a little dishonest. Emphasis on nest.”

Looks of realization spread across the faces of those at the table, though Lotor still wasn’t sure what was going on.

“I’m sorry,” Lotor said, “But I still have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“He’s nesting, you moron!”

Lotor ignored Pidge’s insult in favor of asking instead, “And that is...?”

Lance stood up and brushed imaginary crumbs off his clothes. “I feel like I shouldn’t be part of this conversation, so I’m going to leave.”

“That’s very mature of you,” Hunk said, “I should go, too. It’s not really my business.”

“Yeah,” Lance said, “And it’s super boring Omega stuff.”

“I’ll stay to make sure Pidge doesn’t do anything lewd.” Shiro said, ignoring Pidge’s scoffing at his concern.

Lance and Hunk left the room, leaving Lotor alone with Shiro and Pidge.

“So what is it that you were saying?” Lotor asked, “After you insulted my intelligence?”

Pidge pulled a tablet from under the table.

“Pidge!” Shiro scolded, “The rule is no devices at meals unless it’s important.”

“I had it down where no one else could see it,” Pidge countered, “And it’s a dumb rule anyway.” They typed something into the tablet in their Earth language and turned it around so Lotor could read what was on the screen.

On the screen were several graphs (all of which were written in Altean) displaying information about-

“Nesting,” Pidge said, “Is when an Omega falls in love with someone and decides, ‘Hmm. I should steal some of their stuff because it smells like them and arrange it into a circle as a way to tell them I like them.’”

Lotor nodded. “I see.”

“Back before humans were as evolved as we are now, a nest was one of the ways to show an Alpha that the Omega was capable of making a good home for their kids,” Pidge continued, “But then during the Omega rights movement, people realized that Omegas were good for more than just having kids and making homes, so most of the traditions like nesting stopped. The difference is that nesting is more of a biological thing instead of a sexist thing like other traditions that I won’t go into. Now Omegas mostly build nests for themselves, but if they trust you enough they might grant you access into their nest.”

Lotor nodded again. “That is very interesting. I’d love to talk more about that sometime. Earth is truly fascinating, and I don’t mean to gloss over the details of what you said, but If I’m understanding you correctly you’re saying that Keith... is in love with me?”

“Duh.”

Lotor thought back to the days previous. He thought about how Keith had left the room when Lotor had asked where his shirts had gone. He thought about how Keith’s face had gone pink nearly every time Lotor had spoken to him recently. Lotor had thought it was a hybridization-caused pigmentation issue.

He thought about the whining sound Keith had made the day prior when Lotor bested him in a sparring session (a sound Lotor had to force himself not to read into. Surely Keith wasn’t interested in him. He probably meant nothing by it and didn’t realize how utterly needy and wanton that sound was in Galra society.) Lotor had thought he was reading into it and had felt guilty about it for hours, but if what Pidge was saying was true...

“Vrepit Sa.” Lotor said in shock, feeling considerably foolish. “This makes far more sense than my hybrid pigmentation theory.”

“Your what?”

Lotor waved his hand in dismissal of Pidge’s question. “Not important.”

“So yeah,” Pidge concluded, “That’s where your shirts went.”

“Maybe,” Shiro interjected, “We don’t want to jump to conclusions.”

Lotor finished looking at the charts and stood up. He walked over to the door. “Of course not. I will remain fully on the ground during my search for my shirts. Thank you both for your assistance.”

Shiro frowned. “That’s not what that-”

The door shut before he could finish his sentence. Lotor barely noticed as he strode through the castle, not stopping until he reached the door of the supposed shirt thief.

Lotor rapped thrice upon the door. “Hello, Keith? I need to speak with you.”

When Keith did not answer the door, Lotor knocked again. When this knocking elected no response, Lotor opened the door and walked into Keith’s chambers. Only after he did so did he realize that this was perhaps an invasion of privacy.

The guilt that stemmed from this realization was immediately quashed by what Lotor saw.

Laying upon Keith’s bed was a half asleep Keith surrounded by a circle of pillows, blankets, a few small stuffed animals, and all of Lotor’s missing shirts, along with clothing Lotor hadn’t realized he was missing.

Lotor hadn’t realized he was walking forward until he tripped over a rouge sword and stumbled, barely managing to right himself to avoid crashing onto the floor.

Keith was immediately jolted out of his mostly-asleep state, now alert and highly attentive.

“Lotor?” Keith asked, reaching out and wrapping his fingers around one of Lotor’s previously missing shirts. Whether subconsciously or not, Lotor did not know.

“Sorry,” Lotor said, picking up the sword and placing it on the nearby desk. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I was simply looking for my missing clothing.”

Lotor stripped off his borrowed shirt and replaced it with one of his own from the edge of the nest. “That is much better.” He paused for a moment to shamelessly enjoy Keith’s flustered body language (not to mention his sinfully adorable face) before speaking again, “It seems that I have found them.”

Keith’s face turned a soft pink color as he stumbled over his words. “Lotor! I- um- yeah. Your clothes are here, but I didn’t take them. I mean, I did, but not on purpose. They were mixed in with mine when I was doing my laundry. Yeah! I was doing my laundry and I didn’t look in the washing machine before I tossed my clothes in there, and you must’ve just finished a load. My bad.”

Keith said this all very quickly, and had to take a moment after to catch his breath. Lotor took this time to go over Keith’s hastily made up take in his head. He decided (and he knew this was perhaps somewhat cruel of him,) to mess with Keith a moment longer. “Laundry, you say? And why did you not return my clothing to me after you realized your error?”

Keith frowned, eyebrows knitting together to come up with an excuse that fit with his original one. “I-um-”

Lotor sat at the edge of Keith’s bed, not touching the nest. He didn’t want to offend Keith. “Keith.”

Keith stopped stammering and looked up at Lotor’s face.

“Keith, I was just teasing you. I know that you took my clothes for your nest, and I don’t mind.”

Keith’s hands flew up to his face in an attempt to cover his ever-growing blush. “I’m sorry! You’re right, I took them for my nest. I just- I like you a lot and my heat’s coming up and I couldn’t control myself and I know, I know that doesn’t make it okay but you smell so damn good and I-”

Keith paused, “You don’t mind?”

Lotor shook his head. “I don’t mind. I’d rather you leave me at least one shirt so I don’t have to wear that monstrosity,” he gestured to the shirt he had borrowed from Coran, now laying abandoned next to the sword. “But I truly don’t mind your infatuation with me in the slightest.”

Keith took a moment to process this. Lotor could tell that his mind was still slightly addled with the promise of sleep that had been torn from his grasp only moments prior. “You’re fine with me taking your shirts for my nest because I’m ‘infatuated’ with you? Why would you be okay with that?”

Lotor smiled. “Because, Keith, I am at least equally infatuated with you.”

Keith took his hands away from his face and gestured for Lotor to come closer. “Do you want to come into my nest?”

Lotor thought about what Pidge had said earlier about Omegas only allowing those whom they trust entrance into their nests. He smiled at the red paladin and began to climb into the circle of soft items. “I would love nothing more.”

Lotor wrapped Keith in his arms and held him tightly to his chest until Keith had fallen into a comfortable slumber. Only then did he give himself permission to close his own eyes and drift off next to him.

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[demiboydemon]

Keitor Month Day Twenty-Three: Trust

Keith was exhausted. He had been told the mission would take 24 hours, and it was supposed to, but there had been some trouble finding the base.

Keith did the math to figure out how long it had been since he had slept. It took longer than he’d like to admit, but since the mission had taken a so much longer than expected.... he hadn’t slept in 60 hours.

His mission partner was handling the lack of sleep far better than he was. He blamed it on his fully Galra heritage, and on the fact that he had consumed an unholy amount of Red Bull (which he was infamous for around the base.) That’s why Keith let him tell Kolivan how the mission had gone. Keith really didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of Kolivan, or any of the other Blades.

‘I need some sleep,’ Keith thought to himself when he was finally back at the base. He looked around the room at all the people. In one corner were some Blades talking about something in an alien language. It didn’t look very comfortable.

In the room was a couch where his partner was sitting now that he had finished talking with Kolivan, but it just didn’t look comfy enough.

Keith looked at Kolivan. ‘No,’ he thought, ‘That man is not comfy.’

Then Keith looked at the person Kolivan was talking to. Once Keith processed it was Lotor, his sleep-addled mind locked into him. ‘Yes,’ he thought, ‘That is comfy.’

Lotor was aware that Keith had been sent on a long mission where he hadn’t been able to sleep, so he hadn’t been surprised when Keith had been exhausted after he got back. He had just stood in the corner with a blank look on his face, scanning the room in search of something. Lotor wasn’t sure exactly what Keith was hoping to find, but he didn’t think much of it. Keith was a wonder, and Lotor couldn’t possibly expect to to understand him in such a short amount of time.

He was about to go over and make sure Keith was okay when Kolivan sat down across from him. “Lotor.”

Lotor looked at Kolivan. “Yes?”

Kolivan handed Lotor a large stack of papers. “Would you mind filing these for me? It’s a report of Keith’s and Ryral’s mission.”

Lotor nodded. “Of course. Do you mind me asking why it’s so large for such a short mission?”

“Ryral wrote it, not Keith.”

“Ah.” Lotor looked over at Keith to see that he was walking toward them.

He watched as Keith walked over to the table Lotor and Kolivan were sitting at and pushed the papers on his lap onto the ground, much to Lotor’s confusion.

“Keith, what in the universe are you doing?” Lotor asked, reaching down and beginning to pick up his papers.

Keith didn’t answer, choosing instead to push Lotor back into a sitting position and curling up in his lap.

Lotor frowned, his mind going a mile a minute. Would it be improper to pat his head? Should he wake him up and tell him to go sleep in his room?

He looked up at Kolivan (feeling mildly fearful, as he knew the elder did not like him) tentatively.

Kolivan shrugged. “I’ve been in the Blade of Mamora for 400 years. I’ve seen stranger things than an agent sleeping on his boyfriend’s lap.”

Lotor nodded. “Alright, good. Perhaps I should take him t- wait, did you say boyfriend? Keith is not my boyfriend, not yet at least. He was quite unresponsive toward my flirting, so I assumed him to be uninterested.”

Keith made the most adorable snoring sound from Lotor’s lap. “Hm.” He murmured, voice full of sleep, “Boyfriend.”

“Keith seems to think he is in his sleep deprived mind.” Kolivan said, seeming more amused than Lotor had ever seen him. He decided he didn’t like the look. “Perhaps you should take him to bed. We don’t need delusions of love messing up a mission.”

Lotor nodded and stood, keeping Keith carefully wrapped in his arms. “I’ll take him to his bed, then.”

“I’ll find someone else to do the papers.”

Lotor carried Keith to his bed and laid him down. He pulled the blankets up to Keith’s chin like he wished his parents had done when he was little.

Lotor turned and began to walk away when he felt a hand on his own. “Lotor? Where are you going?”

“I’m going to go do some training.”

“You’re not going to stay?” Keith asked, sounding hurt.

“This isn’t my room... but I suppose there’s no urgency for me to be anywhere... and none of your roommates are here... so if you’d like, I suppose I could stay.”

Keith smiled and began to pull Lotor into his bed. Lotor was shocked at how strong Keith was for having such a diminutive stature. He wondered if his human half made him stronger or weaker. He would have to ask later, but for now, he snuggled up beside Keith and watched as Keith got some much needed rest before softly drifting into a sleep of his own.

Notes: There will be a prequel to this fic on day thirty: Mamora, but it can also be read on its own.

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