Soulmate AU where the marks on one person's skin show up on the other, but obviously they can't understand each other's writing, so Keith mostly just tries to express himself through art instead. So naturally, when he starts investigating the Blue Lion he starts drawing THAT too. Which is why, when Voltron shows up, Lotor is Dead Certain that the blue paladin is his soulmate, and he desperately tries to force himself to fall in love with Lance even while he's like "... Really? THIS guy?"
Lotorās soulmate is not illiterate, but they may as well be. Heās compared their careless scrawl against every language in the Imperial data banks - thrice! - and itās simply... not there.
āTheyāre a primitive,ā Ezor nods sagely from where sheās half draped over his shoulder, eyeing the illegible lettering on his wrist with an entertained curl to her lips, āmust be. Guess the universe wanted to counterbalance all your insufferable braininess.ā
When Lotor shrugs her off with a snarl, she has the audacity to laugh.
Acxaās kinder, or she tries to be, comforting him with the notion that if his soulmate is a primitive, theyāre at the very least an educated one, or better yet of a more evolved society wherein knowledge of scripture is commonplace, so... theyāre not feral.
Zethrid seems to half wish that they were, if only for the thrill of it.
āAnd the sex,ā Ezor tacks on with an evil little grin, āthe sex would have been fantastic.ā
Her soulmateās raucous glee drowns out any further discussion of the topic.
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So they canāt communicate, not with words, but if Lotorās soulmate is anything itās tenacious (and the Prince canāt help but admire that). They come to the conclusion that pictures are the way to go, painting Lotorās forearms with a veritable rainbow of quadrilaterals, each containing varying stripes and symbols, and then a series of dotted squiggles that Lotor is beginning to recognise as their approximation of a question.
The problem being he doesnāt actually know what it is that theyāre asking.
Thereās one rectangle - the majority of which is striped red and white, with a one contrasting quarter of stars in a blue sky - that his soulmate keeps coming back to, and Lotor realises it must be a clan symbol of a sort, indicative of their own people and culture, but... once again scouring Imperial logs turns up nothing of import. Frustrated, Lotor practically carves the hateful Imperial emblem into his palm with jagged lines of ink - Vrepit Sa - and turns in for the night.
In the morning, his arms are wiped clean.
They stay that way for a quintent.
Two.
On the third, he hears back, and it rocks his entire world view.
Kraliept Sa.
The lines are careful, deliberate, as if someone unfamiliar with the old scripture had taken great pains to transcribe that singular character, and Lotor quite simply canāt believe his eyes, because that would mean... that would mean that the only two things he knows of his soulmate are in direct contrast with one another: the first being that they are completely isolated from the Empire, and the second more impossible yet, that they have ties to the Blade of Marmora.
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They continue this way for almost a decaphoeb, and itās not perfect, but itās something.
Lotor sends renderings of the stars, his ship, Kova, and in return his soulmate replies with sketches of the animals and sunsets and vast expanses of desert on an alien world.
One evening, they blur blues and greens into a perfect little marble on the inside of Lotorās knee, an arrow pointing to one of the green patches labeled with a sequence of characters that the galra Prince is beginning to recognise as his soulmateās name - though he canāt so much as begin to guess at how they might be pronounced - and so on the opposite knee Lotor paints Daibazaal, and then, because that feels inadequate, smears his thumb through the centre of the planet he no longer calls home, doodling a battalion of ships leaving the wreckage in a mass exodus, the children of an orphaned world.
And once more, his soulmate falls quiet.
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Itās almost a full phoeb until they reach out again, and when they do Lotor finds them franctic, frightened, their little blue-green marble only the beginning; an entire solar system follows, complete with details such as what Lotor assumes must be an accurate number of moons on each planet for how deliberately theyāre marked out, and then-
A ship.
Itās small and unassuming and positively archaic in design, but itās a ship nonetheless, and as Lotor watches, his soulmate draws and erases and re-draws that same design until itās traveled the length of his leg - thigh to ankle - and ālandsā on an unassuming moon of the most distant planet. They circle it with agitation, jabbing whatever implement theyāre using to mark their own skin so violently that Lotorās quite sure they must bleed under the force of it, but he doesnāt know what to say, let alone know how to say it if he did.
The next morning, his soulmateās mural has gone.
The phantom ache of it remains.
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They call him Champion.
Lotor only takes interest because of the timing, because of the circumstance, because itās Sendakās fleet that located these new lifeforms on a desolate moon in some distant corner of the universe, and of all Zarkonās commanders he most of all has something of a reputation for toeing the line between cruelty and outright sadism.
The odds are one in a million, but thatās not a risk Lotor is willing to take.
He paints an obnoxious criss-cross of colour onto his own face that will be impossible to hide or mistake for anything other than what it is, and sends his generals to ascertain whether the Champion or either of the two lifeforms that accompanied him - soon to be subject to the work camps - share the mark.
They donāt, not one of them, and so Lotor chalks it up to coincidence and moves on.
Finding what could almost be mistaken for the legendary Blue Lion on the back of his hand only for Voltron proper to re-emerge into the universe after thousands of decaphoebs with the Champion himself allegedly at the helm, is not so easily written off.
And this time, when his soulmate abandons him to cold silence, it feels final.
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Thayserix was very much a spur of the moment decision, but Lotor has never been so glad of such impulsivity as he is now, with the blue Lion of Voltron having been stolen from the thick mists and safely in his grasp.
Though, itās not the lion that interests him.
Yes sheās a beautiful beast of considerable power, but in this case it is quite literally whatās on the inside that counts, that being of course Lotorās soulmate... or so heād thought.
Princess Allura of Altea cannot be them.
At least he certainly hopes not.
Sheās lovely, in theory, but theyāve been in a stalemate for the past varga with her sullenly refusing to so much as consider entertaining Lotorās attempts at hospitality, let alone conversation, and instead quite stubbornly standing with both her guard and weapon raised.
āI really would simply like to speak with-ā
āRelease me.ā
Her end of things has consisted solely of those two words, and the monotony of it all really is growing rather tiresome.
Narti saves him from another repetitive bout, slinking into his mind and whispering that the rest of Voltron have located them far more quickly than Lotor would have thought possible.
The worst part is heās almost grateful.
āVery well,ā he growls, temper wearing thin, āyour friends are here to collect you Princess, perhaps they will be more amenable to a little tĆŖte-Ć -tĆŖte, hm?ā
They are not.
āRelease Allura,ā is the first thing to pass the dark-haired Paladinās lips, teeth bared and tongue sharp, and it takes everything Lotor is not to simply concede on the spot.
āFrankly, I would love to,ā he spits, gratified by how completely this blindsides the lot of them, every face on the holoscreen struck blank by his immediate compliance. āI do not believe she is the individual I am looking for, nor does she seem inclined to assist me in locating whosoever is. Answer my questions, and you are welcome to her and the blue Lion both.ā
āWe... We are?ā Itās an older gentleman who speaks up, the only other altean among them.
āAbsolutely,ā Lotor hisses, and then graciously concedes: āthe mistake was mine. I simply wished to open a dialogue with who I had assumed to be the blue Paladin, but as she is of a background that would doubtless have allowed us to communicate in galra script, that no longer seems the case.ā
Their group look like theyāre going to ask him to further explain what must sound to the lot of them nonsense... all except the black Paladin whose eyes have gone wide on some personal revelation, whispering āyou,ā as if he canāt believe his ears, only to spit out an obscenity before repeating himself with all the fury of an imploding star. āYou!ā
There are several exclamations of āKeith-!ā as those violet eyes narrow to slits, the man smacking his hand down and cutting their com-line dead.
Ezor, helpful as ever, mumbles: āWell that went well,ā quiet enough that itās almost as if she doesnāt mean for everyone in the otherwise silent cockpit to hear her.
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For the first time in ten thousand decaphoebs, the black Lion is - technically - in Imperial hands.
Lotor couldnāt care less.
The man who strides out of her is a veritable firestorm, all dark brows and snarling lips, and in a heartbeat Lotor knows, he just knows, who he is.
What he is.
Galra, for one, almost certainly a hybrid like Lotor - itās the eyes that betray him, half luminescent with rage - and thereās a gorgeous poeticism to that.
Reckless for another, and behind him from where sheās been brought to stand witness, Princess Allura is clearly horrified to see her companion step from Voltronās keystone and leave it completely unprotected, but the Paladin doesnāt seem to care, and neither does Lotor.
āRelease Allura,ā he growls again, voice like thunder and just as electrifying as he storms towards across the landing bay without hesitation, not even stopping to glance in his fellow Paladinās direction and affirm that Zethrid has, in fact, released her as instructed.
No, Lotorās soulmate simply fists pale fingers into paler hair and hisses, āfuck you,ā into his mouth before kissing the Prince senseless.
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Later - much, much later - Lotor is pleased to report back to Ezor that the sex is, in fact, fantastic.
Thatās how you win. By securing a grip on the ākisbetā (the special type of pants the wrestlers wear) and then pinning the opponent is how victory is achieved. The loser will then kiss the victorās hand as a sign of respect and admiration.Ā
This post literally gets gayer each time it appears on my dash. What the fuck?!?! This is like the most elaborate act that ever required a constant āno homoā to be chimed.
Some guy, having stumbled upon 2 of his close friends locked in a heated embrace, covered in oil, with their hands in each otherās pants: Bro, what the fuck are you guys doing?!
Gay dude about to make up Turkish oil wrestling: Oh, havenāt you heard?
ye look around ye room. this is where ye sleep on a stinky matress without a bedframe or sheet to be found. on ye wall ye sees ye HUNKY FIRECHUNKS CALENDAR (2015), ye chest o'drawers has a record player with FLEETWOOD MAC - RUMOURS on the spindle, ye night stand has a small bottle of DR. BRONNER'S BUTTHOLE RELEASE cream. doors to ye bathroom and ye kitchen are both on ye north wall.
Ye narrator tires of using pseudo old timey speech and she suddenly abandons it. The HUNKY FIRECHUNKS CALENDAR is flipped to JULY 2015, on it there is a HUNKY FIRELAD, insanely toned wearing nothing but a fire helmet and a jock strap, he is partially submerged in a giant bowl of chili. Between his legs he straddles a large firehose, clearly a penis metaphor. His eyes look seductive but somehow, impatient. Like he has an important meeting to get to, a meeting with your genitals, perhaps? Oh also I guess you circled JULY, 17TH, 2015 for some reason but whatever.
It's your kitchen. On your refrigerator sits a goblin. On the walls are two sexy calendars - both from 2015, one is SPICY FIREFIGHTIN' LASSES and the other is AGENDER ARSONISTS, maybe you wished to give the firefighters a purpose by giving them fires to fight? After all, what's a sexy hero without a sexy sexy villain? You don't have a stove, stop asking about the stove.
As requested by @todoizu-trashā, here are some longer TodoDeku fic recs.
For this list, Iām defining anything over 30,000 words as ālongā, and Iām not going to include any content warnings, since this post is already long enough and you can just check the AO3 tags if you need to.
A beacon in the dark (294k words, ongoing) ā This is, like, one of the most popular fics in the fandom, so Iād be very surprised if you havenāt read it already, but just in case. AU where is Izuku is blind, though he has an empathy quirk that helps somewhat with that. TodoDeku is the big ship in this fic.
Case Study (117k words, ongoing) ā āIzukuās friends are easy to detail in his notebooks, powers and strategies and personalities. His misconceptions about them are fleeting and easy to correct. But some people just arenāt open books. Todoroki Shoto, Izuku finds, is a complicated beast whose tells come in the slightest change of expression, specific wording, or the minute gesture of a hand. In his mind he catalogs each of these, and finds that heās easier to understand than Izuku had originally thought.ā
Conventional Taste (44k words, complete) ā Shouto goes with Izuku to a hero convention.
Cut From The Same Cloth (31k words, complete) ā Endeavor threatens to reveal All Mightās secret and secures an arranged marriage between Shouto and Izuku to keep it quiet. Set in an AU where Izuku and Shouto never met while at UA.
demolition lovers (104k words, ongoing) ā Shouto is born quirkless, and becomes a nurse instead of a hero. And then he meets pro-hero Deku.
Facts (49k words, complete) ā āShouto barely has any experience with friends, so having a crush on his best friend was not something he was prepared for. Heās fallen hard, and heās awkward and unsure what to make of his feelings, or how to act on them. It doesnāt help that he and Izuku seem caught on the delicate line between friends and romance, and Shouto more than anything doesnāt want to ruin their friendship.ā
i am cold, can you hear? (60k words, ongoing) ā āAs Todoroki learned from a tender age, growing up with your dad as the #2 hero in all of Japan has a few hazardsāespecially when youāre his designated prodigy and are constantly being goaded to do more, to be better. Said hazards include: getting dragged to literally every villainous scene to observe from the sidelines, rigorous (and sometimes illegal) training sessions, and family issues out the whazoo. But hey, at least his dadās rivalās kid is kind of cute.ā
my voice is yours (48k words, complete) ā āa selectively mute todoroki and very talkative midoriya fall in love when they least expect it.ā
Nobodyās Boy (124k words, complete) ā Rei Todoroki switches Izuku and Shouto at birth. Izuku grows up the quirkless son of the #2 hero. Of course, he still gets into UA, and he still meets the boy he was swapped with.
Passion (38k words, complete) ā āWhen he was young, Shouto knew the meaning of kindness. Then he manifested his Quirk. He became Todoroki after this. He locked his younger, naive self in the strongest safe box his mind could muster. Then he met Midoriya and remembered who he was.ā
Summer Stars (61k words, complete) ā Izuku invites Shouto to stay at his home over summer break.
Victim of Circumstance (38k words, ongoing) ā āWhen youāre a Quirkless orphan on the streets, you have to fight twice as hard for just about everything. Survival. Respect. Allies. Most of the time, youāre just barely scraping by. And, for that matter, so is everyone else around you. So Izuku does what he does best: he helps. Sometimes that means mediating gang disputes; other times, itās something as simple as grocery shopping. Itās not like anyone else will, after all. With so many hopes riding on him, thereās only ever been one option. Quirk or no Quirk, UA or no UAāheās going to become a hero.ā Yes, the TodoDeku ship is in this!
SHANG-CHI AND THE LEGEND OF THE TEN RINGS - February 12, 2021Ā
Simu Liu, Awkwafina, and Tony Leung, directed by Destin Daniel Cretton.
WANDAVISION - Spring 2021Ā
An original series with Elizabeth Olsen, Paul Bettany and Teyonah Parris.
LOKI - Spring 2021Ā
An original series with Tom Hiddleston.
DOCTOR STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS - May 7, 2021Ā
Benedict Cumberbatch and Elizabeth Olsen. Scott Derrickson returns as director. This will be the MCUās first scary movie!
WHAT IFā¦? - Summer 2021Ā
The first animated series in the MCU, with Jeffrey Wright as the voice of The Watcher and many actors from across the MCU reprising their roles as voice talent.
HAWKEYE - Fall 2021Ā
An original series that will also introduce Kate Bishop.
THOR: LOVE & THUNDER - November 5, 2021Ā
Chris Hemsworth, Tessa Thompson and Natalie Portman. Taika Waititi returns as director.
BLADE - TBA
Mahershala Ali will be Blade.
ALSO CONFIRMED:Ā
Captain Marvel 2, Black Panther 2, Guardians of the Galaxy 3, Fantastic Four and Mutants in development!
Hey! Awesome work you guys are doing!! I donāt want to ask if you know any fics in which Lotor is obsessed with Keith because heās half Galra ? Also where Shiro is jealous or possessive when Lotor shows interest in Keith? Thank you!!!
closer than my hands have been - arahir @arahir
5k. (Teen).
Keith and Lotor hit it off. Shiro isnāt ok with this reality.
āWell theyāre both part Galra and have a really questionable relationship with their swords. I mean, Iām just spit balling but thatās probably part of it.ā
It doesnāt help, because Lance is right. Lotor has been here for two days in a tentative alliance thatās looking like it might it shake out to something permanent. Shiro should be overjoyed. This is their chance, their edge against Zarkon, butā
Across the room, Keith says something soft, and Lotor smiles down at him, bright eyed and genuine.
Shiro canāt breathe.
a leap of faith and dance - torielle @lil-elderflowerpresse
Ok I know you love bottom keith and so I and I'm a sheith hoe so I was wondering if you knew any good sheith fics with bottom keith OR just any sheith fics writers in general who write lots of bottom keith. I've read like everything by tagteamme and starboykeith and I'm just very Thorsty for keith getting dicked down by shiro. I've been craving it even more than I usually do and just need some help finding it, so I wanted to know if you had any recommendations ššš
mmmm, ok, lemme pull up some. hover over the links with your mouse for summaries. please message me if some of the links arenāt working
1.Ā brand new movesĀ 2.Ā decent blackĀ (dubcon; kuro/keith)3.Ā the untold perils of walking along in the woodsĀ (dubcon)4.Ā set fire in my headĀ (voyeur lance)5.Ā something elseĀ Ā 6.Ā raise me to your lipsĀ (dubcon; kuro/keith)7.Ā something else8.Ā trapped between a rock and a hard placeĀ (brief twincest; trans keith)9.Ā primal10.Ā iām lost in faith (oh how true it is)Ā (kuro/keith)11.Ā et in arcadia ego12.Ā size queen āverse13.Ā not like thisĀ (a/b/o; dubcon)14.Ā making the most of the night āverseĀ (a/b/o)15.Ā feeding the slutās desireĀ (gangbang; trans keith)16.Ā on the borderlands of the wildĀ (slight dubcon)17.Ā make me feel āverse
thatās some of them that i still think about. i know of a bottom keith writer but theyāre a kl fan and i read their stuff occasionally but i donāt think youād be interested since theyāre a kl.
Sheith Mini Comic about sleepwear and the disaster gays who share them. (Gay disaster Sheith and mutual pining give me so much life.)Ā The Holt siblings snuck in because they are badass but also 100% done with their best friendsā awkward dancing around each other.
This comic is a gift for @novamodeā in the Sheith Beginnings Zine Holiday Gift Exchange.Ā I hope this offering has pleased you!!!
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