#lokei

[minamorsart]

I'm still not over the fact that these two were meant to be literal parallels of each other. There was so much potential yet we never got it 😔 CAN YOU IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES??!

[clickabletale]

❤️💜

[ashitanoyuki-on-ao3]

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

The Empire is finally out of the hands of tyrants, and all is well.

As with the prologue, the epilogue features POVs from people other than Keith.

Thank you to everyone who read, commented, left kudos, sent asks, or interacted in any way with this fic. I can’t show my appreciation enough, especially for those of you who kept with it through multiple hiatuses. Your interactions mean the world to me, and I hope you’ve all enjoyed!

[glitch-h-archive]

I want soft keitor and specifically I want Lotor being soft with Keith

Lotor pulling Keith into an embrace and resting his chin on his head because he just wants to feel keith in his arms

Normally tense, careful Lotor whose metaphorical mask and armor fall away when he’s alone with Keith, the hard lines of his face melting into a gentle smile

Keith standing on Lotor’s feet as they waltz around the room in the middle of the night because Lotor wants to dance but Keith’s body isn’t used to moving rhythmically unless it’s for a fight

Lotor lifting Keith so he can more easily smother his face in kisses

Keith feeling anxious and angry but Lotor needs only to hold him and whisper in his ear to talk him down and remind him that they’re safe

Lotor not wanting to love Keith because so many people have left him but he just can’t help it. And when Keith holds him and rubs his back and places gentle kisses on his shoulder, Lotor knows that he has no choice but to love him. And maybe that’s okay.

Soft keitor

[agustea5]

“We’re going on a ship, on our favorite rocket ship” 

[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! 

—

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.)

—

[nerd-bastard]

i fucking hate this blue hell of a shit hole. my OTP’s tag has been completely purged-- anything tagged ‘keitor’ will no longer show up in public tags or searches. it’s all hidden, unless you follow someone and get it directly on your dashboard. no posts have been deleted, my keitor centric sideblog is still up, but who knows for how fucking long, so i’m downloading it with the method outlined over here: https://allawander.tumblr.com/post/180472384923/ no other lotor ships seem to have been affected, sheith is also fine. checked a few other ‘problematic’ ship tags, and they’re fine. i don’t know why our tag is just... gone, now. literally the last piece of art posted to the tag was chibi lotor and keith cuddling in kigurumis. why us? what the fuck did we do? did we do anything at all? was it just one too many antis making up dumb shit? I just don’t fucking know.

i’m so fucking upset this happened right before the keitor secret santa event. keitor was such a small part of the fandom, and now its going to be so much harder to share stuff and find each other. for the time being, ‘lokei’ seems to be unaffected, and that’s what i’ll be tagging all my keitor stuff as from now on. at least just typing ‘keitor’ in the text of a post doesn’t seem to trigger anything yet.

fuck this website. pillowfort can’t come back online fast enough. 

EDIT: if anyone’s interested, my sideblog is sinclination.tumblr.com and i post pretty steady solo keith and lotor stuff in between the keitor.

[keitor-universe-blog]

Mod post

As you may have noticed, the KEITOR tag was suddenly gone. No warning. It was simply gone without notice.

This will be tough for fans to find contents, but we will do our best to provide them.

For now, we will be using LOKEI tag for this ship.

Please pass on the word!

Thank you.