#galra keith
Maybe the reason Keith wears his jacket like that/ has a mullet is because he’s trying to hide his markings from his mom?
Maybe he always thought of them being weird birth markings and when he knew he was half galra he was just trying to hide it because he didn’t want to believe it
The Emperor and his Champion
Revisiting the emperor!AU… After all this time. I’m still into that kind of pain.
Since Keith is half galra and when people draw fanart people think of him as more cat-like I would like to think Keith has looked at the little space mice and been like: I could eat you right now…but I won’t not when there’s people around.
Imagine this, After a long battle had been fought Keith just suddenly goes missing and everyone wonders where he is. A few minutes later he just walks in but he’s not saying anything. Just sitting there.
Hunk: Keith, what’s wrong dude? you’ve been awfully quiet.
Keith:
Pidge: Yeah, I’ve been wondering the same thing.
Keith:
Lance: I like this Keith better. He’s quiet.
Keith: *opens mouth only to reveal one of the mice had been in his mouth the whole time*
Lance:
Hunk:
Pidge:
Shiro: What the actual fuck
Hey! Back with another update! Sorry for the wait! with this chapter we officially have the first arc done with! Hope you can stick with me through the others! There will be another break between chapters as I plan and start writing again. Life is getting busy and completely changing for me, so as I adjust I’ll be taking some time away from this.
Hope you enjoy it! Read it on ao3 HERE!
Keith had come to Altea with a few ideas about what his wedding night would be like. They centered around two scenarios created before he knew Shiro personally. The first scenario was the one that scared him the most. It was the traditional route where Keith was required to lay back and spread his legs. There were few ways for him to get out of it and most of them left a bitter taste in his mouth and consequences he couldn’t avoid. He could assault his spouse and face dire repercussions or lay back and listen to the training from the academy (he was scared that was his default, to escape into the back of his mind to avoid the pain of what was happening to him).
It could have also gone down the disinterested route which, in theory, sounded wonderful. But all it did was fill Keith with an unease: unease and a deep hatred for himself because he should have strived for this scenario, not feel shame for being rejected. It made him feel like the deca-phoeb he spent conforming to the academy had truly worked against him. He pretended to play with their rules but in the end maybe he had been truly listening to them after all.
He hadn’t thought his wedding night would include Shiro, a rather giant bed and room with an armful of blankets.