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Keith didn’t know what he was thinking, when he brought the handsome Galra to the Castleship. Something about a pretty face always seemed to make him a bit more trusting than he should be.
Lotor, a resistance fighter, came crashing in and saved him from being ambushed. Fought by his side without knowing him, other than knowing that he was a Paladin of Voltron. Lotor was fast, strong and extremely charming. It was like everything in Keith’s body told him to trust the man and so he did.
He worked well with everyone else too, once they got over the initial revelation that Lotor was a Galra.
Keith was surprised Allura was quick to accept the man with almost open arms, but she still kept him a few steps away. Keith didn’t blame her on that, after all what the Galra did was still very raw to her. It was the way he spoke his words. How sorry he was and how he explained that he had lost his family to Zarkon as well.
Hunk quickly bonded with the man once he started to share the cooking techniques and ingredients on the food they picked up. The two would have their time in the lunchroom, identifying roots, tubers and meat looking plants. Meals have gotten better since then.
Pidge jumped on the bandwagon once Lotor brought out Galra tech. He taught her how to use it to identify planets, star systems and most importantly, prisoner identification numbers. With his help, he was able to locate the girl’s father, but her brother was still not found.
Coran was cautious and still is, with Lotor. He’s polite, Keith noticed that much, but Coran’s words toward Lotor did have a bite to it. There was a small bond created, when Lotor had mentioned about how King Alfor had created the resistance before his passing. Hearing that, seemed to put Coran’s wariness at bay.
Shiro had a much harder time accepting the man. Lotor could see that as well, so he avoided him, out of respect and understanding. When they did cross paths, it was just silence and small nods. That rift was something Keith wanted to talk to Shiro about, but as always, at another time.
Now, Lotor with Lance, was something Keith didn’t expect. Lance quickly striked up a good friendship with the Galra. The two would talk more than any other of the Paladins and for some reason, it bothered Keith. They talked about their homes, their likes, their dislikes. Keith even saw Lotor wearing the headphones Lance stole from Pidge, listening to Earth music. The look Lance gave Lotor, was a look that made Keith’s heart stopped.
That small rage he felt it his chest, helped him in his sparring practice with the white haired alien. He could have sworn he saw a smirk cross Lotor’s face when he came in hot and quick, but was thrown hard and far, he skidded on the surface of the floor. His yellow eyes flashed, keeping his cool as Keith pushed himself up, panting.
“Have I done something to anger you? You seem more frustrated than normal?” Lotor walked away from Keith, finding a wall to lean on. He knew what was pressing Keith’s buttons, Lotor took joy in that.
Keith kicked at the ground, sighing at how foolish he was acting. Here this man was that saved his ass and he was acting like a kid.
“Sorry. I was being distracted, thinking about something.” Keith watched as Lotor flashed him a wicked grin, it was almost scary.
“”You mean about someone right? I saw how you looked at me when I talked to Lance. You're just being jealous is all.” The purple man was amused to see how the normal, resting “bitch face” Keith, broke into a fidgeting mess.
“Me, jealous! Over Lance? You must be joking.” The words the escaped his lips, were heavy. It was as if he was trying to cover up a lie, when in fact, he was just confused. The Asian watched as Lotor broke into a thoughtful grin.
“Oh, is that so? Then you wouldn’t mind if I pursued him, would you?” Lotor watched as Keith went from confused to panicked. The taller man pushed off the wall, walking his way towards Keith, who remained stuck in one position. As he approached, he leaned down a bit to reach Keith’s ear and whisper. “He is easy on the eyes and his laugh is something that I love to hear. I wonder what his moans will sound like when I claim him.”
In that moment, Lotor felt like he was a ragdoll to Keith as the smaller man tossed him to the ground. The heavy thud knocked the wind out of his lungs as he came gasping for air. Keith was furious and was quickly wondering if Lotor was good or not now.
“You don’t claim people Lotor.” Keith stood above him glaring down with his purple eyes. His fist was clenched when the alien broke into a fit of laughter. “What’s so funny?”
Lotor let his laughter fade away, as he pushed himself up and kept his back to Keith. He gave a sigh as he started to walk out of the training area.
“You're the joke in this Keith. Not seeing what you could have had right in front of you.” Lotor waited for the door to open for him before he glanced back with a cool smile. “Until someone takes what you want away from you.”
Keith watched as the Galra left, leaving him alone with his thoughts. His eyes wavered, fear swimming in them. The thought of Lance with Lotor, scared him most of all.
Keith regreted bringing Lotor back to the Castleship.
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