#keitorsecretsanta

[rainsyru]

Lotor is thoroughly confused by Earth festivities

Secret santa gift for @magallanica hope you like, happy holidays

[lidoshka]

part 2/2

Xmas present for @arahir from the @keitorsecretsanta!

They requested a scene with Lotor trying to bond with Cosmo or an image of Lotor being watched over by Keith; but I couldn’t decide which idea I liked more so…yeah…

And since alternate realities are the hottest stuff let me say a few things so the comic is clearer:

In this reality Lotor is not lost in the quintessense field. (is there a 3 year timeskip? Is the castle gone? Is Sendak now the emperor? I don’t know because I didn’t think this far) Lotor is – for some reason - recovering in one of the Garrison med rooms. The bed is clearly not designed for Galra and the medical advancements of earth leave much to be desired.

But Keith is there, asleep after watching over Lotor this whole time. Others came to leave some presents (Allura brought flowers, Shiro brought a black lion plushie) Axca is there too, loyal as always, and so is Keith’s companion. All this is unexpected but heartwarming to Lotor, who thinks he might have finally found a place to call his. :)

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[konaharts]

“I’ve had many accomplishments in my lifetime, as well as many upsets. In all the time I’ve spent traveling the cosmos, I’ve never found one as remarkable as you. Thank you for coming back for me, for not giving up on me, and for being by my side and making me see that what I wanted and needed the most was right in front of me all this time.”

Here’s my entry for @keitorsecretsanta, and it’s for @lidoshka! I’m late because for some reason, I thought the due date was on the first (right now it’s 31st going onto 1st, because I’ve been out all day doing New Year’s Eve stuff;;; ). I had most of it done already and I finished it today. My bad. :’D;;;

They were pretty loose with what they wanted and gave me some stuff to work with. So here’s an image from an AU where Keith, through unconventional means, finds and saves Lotor in time before he’s completely beyond rescuing. He brings Lotor back to Earth where he helps him recover, but since the damage was too great, Lotor never really recovers 100%. c’:

Again, super sorry for being late! Here’s an extra snuggly/warm Keitor cheebs, because it’s freezing over here and I’m dying:

[tommieys]

Hello @viraseii !! I’m your Secret Santa! I hope you enjoy my piece and may you have a great winter holiday! 💜❤️

[joy-lostinspace]

Thanks @keitorsecretsanta for this event and for letting me join in! Here’s my gift for @inberin , wish you merry holidays and hope you like it <3 

[magallanica]

sugar rush

in which the paladins make a quick stop at earth, lotor tries hot chocolate, and keith gets a long overdue gay awakening.

written for keitorsecretsanta

a/n: hello @parslynne, i’m your secret santa, i hope you like this fic!! i tried to fit in the stuff on your wishlist, but i think it turned out more gen than shippy, sorry >_<

happy holidays! 

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earth, lotor thinks, is a very small planet. it’s a wonder how the empire hasn’t crushed it yet, given how behind it is in terms of technology development, if the paladins’ amazement at galra machinery is anything to go by. he is wise enough to keep these thoughts to himself though, as they are briefed on a new mission in the main bridge.

the instructions are simple — mingle with the population, gather intel, find out if the leaders are willing to form an alliance, and maybe plant a few surveillance drones around if the opportunity arises.

“well,” pidge scoffs, and lotor does not need to look to know that she is pushing her spectacles up the bridge of her nose, “alliance talks might take a while, unless the united states has a new president.” lance and hunk both make a face at this, “and they’ll have to contact and discuss this with the leaders of all the other countries as well, so i think we’ll have plenty of time to mingle!” she smiles with barely-concealed glee.

“you are not run by a single government?” he finds himself asking, and gets treated to an extensive lecture on earth’s politics, not that lotor minds, of course. he’ll need all the help he can get to manage an empire that refuses to acknowledge him as its leader. the conversation soon derails to other things, like supplies and clothing. the paladins are scandalised when they realise that lotor’s idea of casual wear is simply just his flight suit, but with less armor.

“that’s it,” lance decides, “we’re going shopping.”

—

shopping, lotor thinks, is probably more trouble than it’s worth. they make it to the mall relatively unscathed, save the occasional stares and questions about his ‘cosplay’ that confuse him to no end. his ears are natural, thank you very much. so is his skin, and — “why do they think i’m wearing a wig?” he frowns, as lance makes a very valiant effort to not, in his own words ‘lose his shit’. lotor still doesn’t know what excrement has to do with laughing, but he chalks it up as one of those ‘earthling’ things that he will perhaps never comprehend. even keith, the former red paladin, looks amused at his plight, lips twitching in amusement as lotor ducks away from yet another round of staring passers-by.

“here,” pidge hands him a small, flat compact, filled with some sort of peach-coloured powder. lotor prods at it curiously. “use this. it’ll help you mask the colour of your skin,” she explains.

now this, he understands. while it has been relatively well-established that he is an ally of the coalition (although many of them are not too happy about it, if the wary, borderline hostile, glances shot at him say anything), his appearance would only serve to garner them attention, and that was the least of the things they wanted to deal with right now.

(he does not know how old the paladins are in galra years, but he does know that most of them are still children, thrust into the middle of a conflict none of them should have been involved in. this break would be good for them.)

they are dressed in what appears to be casual earthen attire — terribly unsuitable for combat, but then again, lotor supposes, there is no need for that at the moment. lotor is handed a large top, something hunk calls a ‘sweater’. he tugs it on, examining the stitching with visible curiosity. it is much unlike the form-fitting fabric used to make their combat suits, or the sturdier fabric of their armor.

the weather on earth, he soon realises, is a lot more unpredictable than on any other planet he’s visited — and he’s been alive for hundreds of decaphoebs. the wind today, in particular, is terribly strong, and he winces as his hair whips around his face, obstructing his vision as he follows the group down the city streets. pidge, lance and hunk take the lead easily, with the green paladin chattering excitedly about finally getting some “good fucking food”. lotor fails to see how… intercourse, of all things, is related to food. it must be another one of their earthling things, he decides, pulling his hair up into a much more manageable ponytail.

—

keith likes to think that he is a good person. he pays his (figurative) taxes, eats his alien veggies, does his best on missions… so what on earth did he do to deserve two years of repressed teenage hormones slamming into him like a freight truck when he watches lotor sweep his hair back into a tight ponytail. he swallows, feeling like it’s suddenly much too hot in his coat, despite the chilly winds buffeting them every few steps.

(and then, the memory of their only interaction replays in his head. specifically, the exact moment keith had tackled lotor to the ground in order to save him from getting caught up in an explosion. even more specifically — of how they had been pressed together for those few seconds, and how the way his heart had sped up might not be entirely because of the situation they were in.)   

oh, he thinks, with growing dread, oh no.

is this some sort of delayed galra puberty thing? he wonders, and makes a note to ask krolia about it later. he’s dealt with enough human puberty shit, and he sure as hell doesn’t want to deal with galra puberty, if it’s even a thing.

they make a stop at a cafe to grab some hot chocolate. “we’ll go on ahead first — there’s no hot topic here, sorry keith,” lance snickers, throwing an arm over hunk as they head back out into the cold, while pidge eyes him, and then lotor, calculatively, like he’s a gadget she’s trying to tinker with. keith does not like that look. not one bit. he resolves to keep a close eye on her, just in case.

he turns his attention to his companion. aside from the tips of his ears, lotor looks like a perfectly regular human. he eyes the cup of hot chocolate in front of him with undisguised curiosity, blowing cautiously at it before taking an experimental sip. then he takes another. and another, looking absolutely starstruck. oh no, keith thinks, that’s cute.

lotor continues to sip at his hot chocolate, completely unaware that keith is probably, in pidge terms — astral projecting, as they drink. with nothing else to do, they make stilted conversation, and it is only when keith asks a tentative question about galran customs that the ice between them is broken completely. lotor comes to life before him, his eyes practically sparkling as he speaks of social norms and etiquette — less bloodthirsty things that the galra were known for. it’s terribly endearing, keith realises.

there is something different about talking to lotor, now that they’re on the same side of the war. questions spill out faster than his filter can stop them, and he finds himself listening avidly as tales of his galra ancestors fill the space between them.

all in all, their trip back to earth has been fruitful, he thinks, as they’re walking back to their lodgings together, their shoulders occasionally brushing against each other as lotor leans down to tell keith about the galra equivalent of something on the streets.

(unseen by them, pidge chances a glance back, and smiles.)

—

[bottomdiluc]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Pairing/characters: Keitor; Lotor, Keith, and the other paladins Rating: E; size difference, belly bulging, coming untouched and multiple orgasms Word Count: 15,299 Notes: This was written for the @keitorsecretsanta exchange on Tumblr, for @nooowestayandgetcaught. I had a lot of fun writing this and it truly was a blast. There is a mention of Lance's crush on Allura, but it's just a tiny sprinkle of it.

There's a bit of talk about mixed race alien treatment in this fic, and seeing that I'm biracial myself, I kind of slipped that into this, and it's just a very small exploration of it. It's nothing too big, but just know it's there. Summary: It would be better if everyone had the context for Lotor's behavior. Why is he suddenly everywhere in random places, why is he up at one in the morning in the kitchen, not that there's anything wrong with that, cause that's not exactly princely.

Or, five times the paladins witnessed Lotor trying to court Keith through ancient Galra techniques but didn't know it, and one time they learned about it.

“Uh... thanks, but you don’t have t—”

“Keith,” and what a soft emphasis Lotor’s tone takes, “you’re an important piece in this war. I value your input and what you have to say about what can happen. I won’t turn away your advice.”

Okay.

That’s happening.

[lidoshka]

part 1/2

Xmas present for @arahir from the @keitorsecretsanta!

They requested a scene with Lotor trying to bond with Cosmo or an image of Lotor being watched over by Keith.

So! Since alternate realities are the hottest stuff rn, let me say a few things so the comic is clearer:

In this reality Axca’s loyalty to Lotor was well founded. Maybe there’s no hidden Altean colony in this universe or if there is it’s probably Honerva’s, so when Keith comes back Lotor is still part of the coalition and they can now exchange more than two sentences.

:P

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