Keitor Secret Santa

“Shut up and trust me ok?”

Not exactly the most trust inspiring words but somehow the sincerity of them put Lotor at ease. It wasn’t like he’d walked for miles and miles, across the swaths of unfriendly mountains and even unfriendlier desert to turn away the help he’d been searching for.

The trek in and of itself didn’t instill him with much confidence and the sight of the small ramshackle looking shack in the middle of the dry, arid desert didn’t exactly paint a faith instilling picture. It hadn’t looked like the home of the most well known healer witch. It hadn’t looked like anyone’s home, all covered in desert dust with cloth covering the window and the roof looking like it’s seen better days.

But that hadn’t stopped Lotor from shuffling up the front porch steps and over to the door, knocking the knuckle of one of his claws on the door. He had stood there for a few moments waiting for movement. He waited, a minute, two, then three before rapping on the door again, this time with urgency.

“Hello? Is anyone home?” Lotor had called out, knocking on the door. “I’ve come looking for the witch. I’m in need of some healing assistance.”

He waited again, restraining himself from banging on the door. It had been an extremely long trip and he’d done its entirety in his humanoid form, exhausting him even further. Not that he could have flown here in his dragon form. If he could, that would have negated the need for this trip in the first place.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” He practically shouted, rapping impatiently on the door. “I am in quite serious need for healing and I would appreciate if you could—”

“Why are you banging on my door?”

“You’re alive,” the boy says with a softness that doesn’t fit this place. He reaches out, draws a lock of Lotor’s hair toward him. It’s too long. It’s too dark. The boy’s face is a marvel at the sight of it. “What do you remember?” the boy asks.

Everything. Fire and a wholesale destruction that wrecked more than a planet, that shattered something in him, that birthed something new. A thousand tiny slights, the constant struggle, until all that was left in him was the desire to make something burn, too. The rippling surge of quintessence across his skin and then through it, through him, down his veins, bending his form, reordering his cells until he was molded into something bigger than himself. It felt inevitable.

“Nothing,” Lotor whispers past cracked lips. “I remember nothing.”

my keitor secret santa gift for @aceiato!

i went with a fantasy au with dragon lotor and tiger keith ♥ thanks for waiting so long and i hope you enjoy it!! 

“Fall back! You’re taking too much damage, fool!”

“And let you have all the fun? Your damage output can’t handle this guy.”

for @tommieys, in the name of the @keitorsecretsanta

HAPPY NEW YEAR HOLIDAYS i am so sorry  i know this is so late and i have no excuse…. but maplestory is my first love and your prompt was SO FUN to do so THANK YOU!!! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!

bonus:

bonus bonus deleted dialogue:

“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:

Here’s my gift for the @keitorsecretsanta!!

You know, for the past 7 years I always put down “Cast Iron Pan” on all my wishlists for Secret Santa, but I’ve never gotten one. This is why this comic exists. (I mean, I should probably just go buy one myself, but that’s not the issue here. I want multiple pans from multiple brands). 

For @kcgane for the @keitorsecretsanta!

I apologize for the delay!! Thank you for waiting. And double thank you to @captainkogane for being such a wonderful mod and being so patient with my severely delayed replies and my inability to make any of the checks. Thank you!

Hope your holidays were great, Happy new year!

(will link twitter and instagram posts once I set those up)

just rambling below

Cuddle up close //1.1k // Keitor // Teen and Up //

Keitor secret Santa gift @keitornetwork gift for @heithisking!

My final fic for the year is this @keitorsecretsanta fic for @kyraensui  

characters/relationships: keith/lotor rating: T words: 4.9K summary:

To believe in something, anything. Lotor can understand that, the desperate yearning. To build resolve and forge a pathway forward. That kind of unwavering conviction is so unmistakably Keith.

“I see. And what is it you believe in now?”

Their eyes meet across the room bathed in firelight. The orange glow makes the sparks dance a little fiercer and firmer in Keith’s gaze. Reaching across the space, Keith clasps Lotor’s hand and squeezes.

- After the war, Lotor and Keith spend their first Christmas together on earth.

my @keitorsecretsanta piece for @goghbach - i hope you enjoy my friend! big love! 

The @keitorsecretsanta is so good – you should check out everyone else’s stuff

This fic is for @alisayamin !! Hope you enjoy and are having a good holiday season!

Lotor leaned over the rock face he had climbed, reaching down to help Keith up. Not that Keith needed his help. Out of the two of them, Keith was the one who was at home in the outdoors. He grew up there, thrived there, learned all he knew from the creatures of the woods and the magic there. Lotor had been confined to a mansion most of his life – far from the cliff sides and hills they had been traversing. His magic had been formed through teachers and books, formal.

Keith grasped his forearm, pushing himself up as Lotor pulled. They both grunted, and Keith kicked his legs out as he wiggled over the ledge. It was like a snake struggling to move. Or a worm (Lotor’s sure Keith would not appreciate being compared to a worm, though). Keith laid on his stomach, feet still hanging over the edge – “I could have gotten up on my own,” his eyes met Lotor’s, mirth sparkling amongst amethyst, “it would have probably been easier than whatever that was.”

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.

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! 

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. :)

part ½

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