#keitok

PEOPLE WANTED FOR KOLEITH SERVER

Kolivan/Keith shippers

Artists/Visual Media People (because we need to design an icon for the server)

Fans who are willing to be moderators

PEOPLE WANTED FOR NICHE KEITH SERVER

Anybody who ships Keith centric rarepairs (e.g. Regreith, Keitor, Keithace) or just likes obscure Keith content

Artists/Visual Media People (Because just like the Koleith server, we need icons)

Fans who are willing to be moderators

please DM me if you're interested! everybody's welcome, but please no antis.

EDIT: Both servers are officially online! Please read the Rules and Regulations and introduce yourselves in Introductions.

 Kolivan/Keith (x)

Okay, so I can’t specifically remember if Keith and Antok spoke during his trial, so first word recognition is out

So is touch, since Antok definitely grabbed Keith when - ooh! Idea!

Galra do find their soulmates through touch, actually. To be exact, they all have dull marks in the shape of their soulmate’s hand during their first touch that turn dark blue/purple when their soulmate actually lays hands on them.

Antok happens to have a prosthetic arm. Not the monstrous weapons the sorceress inflicts on her victims, but a discreet model crafted by Ulaz that mimics his old one in size and shape almost exactly.

He does, however, quite clearly remember what his mark looked like: it covered the inside of his former hand, almost a clue that whoever his soulmate was, they’d be tiny enough he could wrap his hand around one of their limbs entirely. And to be frank, he’s snatched up so many people over the course of his life of combat that he’s given up trying to guess; it’s on his soulmate to come forward if he finds them.

Incidentally, Keith almost misses the turning of his mark; when he starts stripping out of his suit from the trial, he almost thinks the purple mark is just another bruise banding his wrist before he realizes his birthmark has inexplicably changed its color.

Kolivan ends up having to explain Galran soulmate customs to him, and Keith is so incensed - he just spent hours being thrown and tossed around by a huge number of Galra, so how the hell is he supposed to find his soulmate now?!

(Because he’s too shy to just make an announcement over the base’s loudspeaker, apparently :/ )

I have a Ao3 account and have posted the first three chapters for the sugar daddy Au. It's the keitok one, then at a later date I will be adding a zeith one as well as a kolveith one. I would also like to accounce that I will be adding more stories for these pairings, with either omegaverse, maybe a teacher student fantasy one as well as a demon one. If you have other ideas let me know!

Here's the link for the story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14573640/chapters/33677187

My @galrasecretsanta gift for @sillyshiro! I hope I did your Antok justice. Merry Galra Christmas!

edit: so it turns out that while I was definitely assigned sillyshiro, the signup info (which contained very specific requests and reference images) attached to my e-mail may have been someone else’s as they hadn’t specified an Antok design in theirs! SOOO if this is your Antok design, please LMK because I would love to credit you and I did not mean to use it without permission!

Antok/Keith shipping for @flufflyneko

“I miss my mom.” Antok could barely hear Keith’s words as the boy folded into himself, “I don’t even know her, so why does it hurt so much?”

Ever since Keith had become aware of his bloodline, he had been acting different around Antok. Around the others, Keith’s fighting spirit and thirst for knowledge were as strong as ever; he had made great progress, with a little help from his friends and the Blade members, into finding out how his mother had come to earth, and how she had died. Antok had lamented his lack of information to offer Keith, for he had not known the boy’s mother personally, but Keith had always given him a gentle smile and muttered that Antok’s support was enough. Keith could be incredibly cute when he blushed, and that had pacified Antok all those times.

Lately, though, when Keith would seek him out, it was no longer to spar together, or to vent about his fellow paladins, or to inquire about his galran biology. Keith would now simply find Antok and lead him to some deserted corner of the castle where they could see the stars before crumpling into a ball and barely holding back tears. It was painful to watch, but even more painful to understand. While their situations were vastly different, Antok knew well the pain of loss.

“You will always miss her.” Antok ignores Keith’s question, knowing there is no real answer, and instead chooses to sit down next to the boy. Even when Antok is sitting cross-legged on the floor, Keith was so much smaller than him, still the size of a young kit… which he technically was, even when considering his human lifespan.

Everything was quiet between them, save for Keith’s gentle huffs of breath. Keith’s sorrow was wafting off of him and tickling Antok’s nose, the scent so lonely it made his chest ache. Neither of them were eloquent with words, but Antok especially was ill-practiced in giving comfort that way. Instead, Antok hesitantly watched Keith, analyzed his scent, before finally just picking the boy up and cradling him in his arms. At first Keith had made a noise of protest, but as soon as he was firmly secured in Antok’s lap, barely visible beneath the larger Galra’s beefy arms, Keith relaxed and leaned into the embrace. To the boy’s credit, he was a silent crier, but Antok could smell the salt of Keith’s tears and feel the slight tremors in his body. Not that he would ever say so; He understood pride far too well, and Keith likely knew anyways.

Once Keith’s tears had faded, he heaved a sigh that held the scent of exhaustion and tried to sit up in Antok’s lap. When he noticed Antok was keeping him from moving, Keith leveled a half-hearted glare at him, his lips naturally pouting in faux irritation.

Those lips looked very soft and plump. Antok wondered what they would taste like.

“Antok?” Keith’s voice cut off Antok’s train of thought and pulled his eyes upwards, even though Keith would not be able to tell while Antok still wore his mask.

“What?” That came out a lot harsher than he had intended, but Antok wasn’t ready to let his small charge out of his embrace yet. In his opinion, Keith needed a lot more exposure to nesting habits; it would undoubtedly help with his more depressive thoughts.

“Just…” Keith blushed again, and Antok couldn’t help but smirk as the boy buried his face into Antok’s broad chest to hide it, “Thank you.”

No more words were said, but Antok purred in response, letting the rhythm and vibrations lull the red paladin into a light slumber. They would stay that way most of the night, until Antok forced himself to carry Keith to his room so that he would not have to explain his absence come morning. Antok and Keith were still near-enemies in the eyes of their teammates, and an intervention pertaining to their newly established… friendship?... was the last thing Keith needed right now.

When Antok pulled away to leave, Keith managed to grab Antok’s hand and whisper his name even in the fog of sleep. Antok used his tail to caress Keith’s face before extracting his hand and promptly exiting the room.

Keith probably needed something from the top self. Not pictured: Shiro drinking coffee from his Galra Fucker-mug.

Why does Keith have a half mask? Because I drew this at like 2am He’s Paladin now so he doesn’t wear full mask anymore!

1. Keitok: Marmora!Keith and Mentor!Kolivan 2. Klance: A/B/O 3. Polydins: High school AU 4. Hance: werewolf BFs 5. Shidge: trans!Shiro/trans!Pidge + daddy kink 6. Allurivan: Hades and Persephone