#kolivan (vld)

[icoldcappuccino]

Llegué a la conclusión de que amo a Antok y a Kolivan y que necesito verlos siendo lindos y familiares, los adoro y la gente de Ao3 me ha alimentando con un montón de headcanons de ellos, y como no pienso matarme con el canon, acá La espada de Marmora vive (Ulaz, Thace, Antok, Regris) y Antok y Kolivan tienen un hijo que se llama Mako

Antok es un gigante que piensa que su hijo es muy pequeño, Kolivan intenta que entienda que Antok solo es muy grande en comparación

Lo tuvieron casi al final de la guerra así que nació sano y en época de paz(??)

Keith es un tío orgulloso y Lance conciente al niño cuando lo ve, y deja que juegue con sus propios hijos cuando no están ocupados en el espacio

(tengo más de estos, pero este es mi fav, eventualmente dibujare a Allura y a Romelle lo prometo)

[bluestarjay]

Look,,, I know, I KNOW that it's his hair,,, but imagine how FUNNY it would be if Krolia brought a cowrie shell necklace for Kolivan back from earth,,,

Krolia: Kolivan! I brought you something back from my stay on earth. I think it'll suit you well.

And it's a fucking cowrie shell necklace. The shit that vsco girls wore.

[reveseke]

Stupid mutt

— Voltron; Kolivan x male!werewolf!reader

Warnings; none, fluff & a small confession. Small mention of injury and written injury tending. Uh, indirect confession from reader lol?

A/N; I have no idea what I'm doing, but this was requested by @xweirdo101x , I'm sorry this took me so long to make lol.

R had always felt a sense of admiration towards his leader, Kolivan. It wasn't really secret as much as he wanted it to be, but to his knowledge the hard-ass wasn't aware of it... Yet.

He'd often catch himself staring at the specific Galran, not that anyone would actually blame him. Anyone would probably be falling to their knees for the man honestly, it was just how he outwardly presented himself that seemed to ward off any suitors; cold and aloof, always such a serious hard-ass!

But there was a certain charm in that, that drew R dangerously in, no it didn't keep R away from him. The werewolf always trying to strike up a conversation with the man. Tail wagging like no tomorrow as the man talked and talked about whatever that came to mind, not that Kolivan seemed to mind much but at times it felt like R was just being ignored. Which, he didn't really mind as he was on Kolivan's side nearly every time he could. At first he hadn't realized the small crush that he'd been brewing for his leader, but it became more noticable to the others. The way the werewolf would be at a beg and call for the galran, how he tried to impress him and subconsciously scent him from time to time even.

So it wasn't such a surprise having the werewolf fully transformed dashing back into the base of the enemy to retrieve Kolivan during the mission that had gone wrong and one of the bombs they had planned had prematurely exploded. He just couldn't bear the idea of having to lose someone he cared about and that ended with few stray gun wounds on his body from the energy blasters and an injured Kolivan on his back being dragged to the shuffle.

Not that he complained before or now afterwards about it. He took the scolding like a pouting child but it didn't matter, they were both safe and sound.

"What are you, stupid?" Kolivan scoffed at himself as he tended to the injured werewolf, his tone low and understandably angry as he applied pressure to the wound on the man's shoulder eliciting a small wince from him, "you broke the rules, you should have—" a growl interrupting the scolding that was just to begin as the human looked to him with a displeased expression, "— I should have left you there, I'm well aware of that but I just couldn't!"

"And why not? I could kick you off this team for the stunt you made. We do not need disobedient mutts running around and endangering our soldiers and the missions, [R/name]. All of us know the rules, you should know them as well." He spoke in a serious tone with a hearable edge of anger lacing his words, leaving a bitter feeling in R's chest as he scoffed. Kolivan stopped for a moment, "Did you just scoff at me?" Disbelief ridden over him as his brow furrowed with a slight surprise in his expression, "you are one rude of a mutt, you know that right?"

"You don't think the life of a soldier is valuable to go back to?" R questioned as he stared at the Galran who was tending to his injured shoulder, having been so insistent on it just so he could scold the human in peace it seemed! "Not if it endangers the mission." Falling silent as R huffed, he knew he had been in the wrong, but he just couldn't bear the idea of leaving Kolivan behind. It sounded so ridiculous and stupid to me!

A silence fell upon the two as R looked off to the right of himself, feeling Kolivan prodding his arm. Goddamn, did the man feel sore though! His muscles burned and his joints creaked uncomfortably grinding against each other as he sat, still feeling a bit out of breath from the transformation he'd undergone.

The silence was broken off as Kolivan asked him, "Why did you come back, anyways? Why reach and endanger your own life for me, is it just some kind of human sense to do or something?" Snorting lightly at that as he leaned back a little with a small hiss, a hand coming to rest on his shoulder nearly atop Kolivan's own, "oh, OH, you don't even know what the human self sacrifice sense is like!" "Actually, I'm pretty sure I know a thing or two about it—" "yeah, from the view of watching a half-galran teenager run around, that's completely different to my kind!" Shaking his head lightly with an amused huff as Kolivan dropped his hand from R's shoulder, "yeah, okay true. You're not as much if a wild card like Keith is."

"Thank you!" R smirked as he gave a small gesture with his hand, "Uh.. but to answer your question, I did it because life is valuable."

"Is that all? You ran and endangered your ass just because ""life is valuable"" as you say?" Kolivan tilted his head a little as he stared at R, the man giving an awkward huff as he looked away.

"I mean, you are valuable .. and, and it would be a pity to waste such a good leader." He fumbled with his words as he attempted to word his sentence, "and, because you're important... To m.. us." Giving a small smile at that as he corrected himself, glancing over at the galran who simply stared at him.

"[R/name]," taking the werewolf's jaw in his hand as he turned the man's face to look at him, "you are like a lost puppy. And I love that, it's adorable. But for the goddamn life of me, you make me lose my hair from the stress you cause even more than Keith dies. Never do that again, understood?"

"... You think I'm adorable?"

[fuerstinlya]

Royal greetings!

Another sketch/doodle of kolivan

I was trying some lipstick on and decorating a piece of paper with it. Later, I thought it would be a cool background pattern for a little midnight sketch!

confused Kolivan

Stay tuned, darlings!

-Fürstin Lya

[justsomevoltronstuff]

Blade of Marmora

key: angst = ★ | fluff = ☆ | nsfw = ✯ | crack = ✘

headcanons = ❅ | fics = ✿ | scenarios = ♛

full masterlist

Kolivan

Medic Reader★☆♛

Ulaz

Medic Reader★☆♛

Antok

coming soon

Axia

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Krolia

coming soon?

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CHARACTER: Kolivan SERIES: Voltron: Legendary Defender (2016) COUNT: 108 DOWNLOAD: MEGA

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The Best Medicine In Space

By bouquetofwhoopsiedaisies @bouquetofwhoopsiedaisies25

On Archive of Our Own

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 5,327 words

Summary:“Sorry,” Keith sighed, pushing his hair away from his sweaty forehead. “I woke up feeling sick this morning, and I thought I could power through it, but I guess it got worse.” The Blades exchanged confused looks. “Sick?” “Yeah. Sick, you know, ill. Unwell. The opposite of a healthy state.” Keith looked around at all of them, taking in their puzzled looks. “When there’s, like, a foreign virus or bacteria that gets into the body and attacks the immune system, and the body has to fight it off.” Confused and awed murmuring broke out among the Blades, who wondered aloud if this was true. “This has been known to happen to certain species of aliens.” Ulaz said slowly. “But Galra do not ‘get sick’.” “Well, humans do.” Keith said. “Guess I didn’t inherit a Galra immune system.” He broke off to cough a few times into the crook of his arm. (After Keith collapses in the middle of sparring, the Blades learn that humans can get sick and what that means. Taking care of their sick youngest member brings out some of the Blades' protective sides.)

My thoughts: Cute! Cute cute cute. Poor Keith is unwell, but there are snuggles and its cute. This is the first Keith centric thing I've recced I think lol.

[weirdlaughs-uwu]

La verdadera razón por la que Keith volvió

REGRETS

companion to this

Why is he missing that?? He should have never left.

[bicsbec]

Stay a Little Longer pt.1 (ao3 link)

Coran Hieronymus Wimbleton Smythe had loved many things throughout his life. He had loved singing, he had loved being of service to his kingdom, his King…oh, how he had loved his King. He liked to say that there were no secrets between him and King Alfor, but Coran’s affections never saw the light of day beyond his loyalty and guidance.

Coran had lost Alfor twice. The first time was on his wedding day, when he married the woman he’d been promised to. The second time was the last day he would ever see Alfor alive again. He listened with rapt attention the orders he was to execute: make sure Allura is safe, make sure the Castle of Lions is ready, make sure something, anything survived. Coran had followed through, heart heavy, dutifully shifting his devotion from his king to the King’s daughter.

Of all the people Coran had loved, Allura was the one closest to his heart. She grew to be like a daughter to him, and she saw him like a second father. Allura was his last piece of home and he, hers. She was his drive, his hope for a better universe, his light…

And then, she was gone.

“She—she saved everyone, everything,” Shiro said, his voice a mix of awe and pain. The rest of the Paladins remained in somber silence, quiet hiccups echoed softly in the Atlas bridge, and silent tears ran down their faces. Coran didn’t really believe them. Allura had been speaking through the comms just a few vargas ago. She couldn’t just be gone. It couldn’t be that simple.

When Coran had lost Alfor, the sky was coming down on them, people were dying, horrible, tortured screams were heard from the distance, their home was obliterated; everything felt properly hopeless, despondent.

The sounds of tragedy followed tragedy. It didn’t make sense that they had finally, truly saved the universe and the only thing Coran could feel was an abysmal nothing through his chest. He felt light in his disbelief, almost like he was removed from his own body. But the crushing reality slammed down on him when he took notice of Lance.

Lance had new marks on his cheeks, Altean marks. Coran felt his knees give out and slam on the floor. He stared at the Paladins’ boots as the quiet shock faded out, and the roaring pain his heart felt surged and rocked his core, his being. His Princess was gone. Just gone. No body, no grave.

It felt like the world had been yanked from under his feet, it felt like he would never have proper footing again. Like—a wail rang through the suffocating silence of the bridge. Coran felt a swarm of arms around him, the people that had become his family trying their best to hold him up, and he collapsed.

Damn my life. The thought had become an unintentional mantra. He saw her everywhere. Every corner he turned, he thought he saw the flap of her dress, a lock of her hair, the echo of her laugh. He saw her in the pinks of his suit, in the Altea she brought back, in the people they had once thought lost. Every time, his heart would traitorously lighten and quickly fall back down, renewing the ache in his chest.

He saw her in the Paladins. He saw her in Lance, in his kindness and patience; in Keith, in his noble heart and need to help others; in Shiro’s leadership and resolve; in Hunk’s understanding of others; in Pidge’s eagerness to see change through. Seeing them pained Coran. They were a living reminder of how she was, how she lived, but they weren’t her. They could never be.

His heart was tired. Tired of how Allura’s name would slip out when he talked with Romelle, tired of the guilt he felt for doing so, tired of the lump in his throat. Tired of his inescapable grief.

Damn my life.

It didn’t surprise him when he slowly fell behind on his duties, slowly stopped going to meetings, slowly caved in on himself. He couldn’t pretend to be fine, pretend he’d moved on. He accepted this as his new reality, resigned to the weight of his grief.

What did surprise him was the hand that pulled him out of his self-destructive void.

There was a knock at his door.

“Coran?” Romelle’s voice rang through. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“Emi can handle Curtis, Romelle,” he called back.

The door to his room slid open. Coran resisted the urge to grumble at the intrusion, but immediately straightened when he saw who was with Romelle.

“Keith.” It took Coran a tick to register that the Red Paladin was really there. “Hello.”

“Hey, Coran. Thank you, Romelle.” Keith stepped into the room, looking around, inspecting its state. “I’d rather avoid small talk, if you don’t mind.”

Coran nodded. “Please.” He gestured for Keith to sit at his desk. Keith pulled out the chair and sat, looking like he wasn’t sure where to start. He leaned forward on his elbows and took a breath.

“We’re—I’m worried. I’m sure the others are worried, too, but…it’s like they’re not there. Allura’s death fucked us over and we’re not even talking about it.”

Coran winced at his bluntness.

“Shiro’s drinking, no one’s heard from Hunk in months, Pidge hasn’t slept in who knows how long, and Lance—” Keith swallowed around the crack in his voice. “I’ve never seen them so broken.” He ran a hand over his face. “We’re not okay, Coran. And neither are you.”

“Why are you here, Keith?”

“We need to move forward.”

Coran grunted and stood. “That’s certainly rich coming from you.”

“Coran—”

“Were you not the one that refused to move forward when Shiro disappeared?”

“That was different,” Keith said in a level voice.

“Exactly how is it—”

“Allura isn’t coming back.”

The silence that stretched over them was taunt and uncomfortable.

“We need you,” Keith said gently. “The Empire fell, the universe is healing; she would want us to savor it, wouldn’t she?” Keith stood from his chair, seemingly uncertain of his next move. “I know what it’s like to lose someone close, someone that’s family. The first time, I was alone. I don’t remember my dad very well, but I remember how alone I felt after he died. And then—Shiro made things easier. Then I lost Shiro, too, and it felt like I couldn’t keep anyone close; family was something I wasn’t meant to have… But I found you guys and when I lost Shiro again it was easier. You made carrying that pain easier.”

Coran felt a rush of melancholy and pride, seeing how much Keith had grown and wishing Allura could see how far he's come. His heart broke all over again and, this time, Keith was there to catch him as he crumbled.

“I can’t do this without her—”

“You can, we’ve got you.” Keith held him tighter.

“I want the pain to stop, I need it to.”

“I know.”

Coran felt so small, like in his younger quintants when his Pop-Pop would soothe him after a bad scrape in the castle grounds. But this scrape felt too big and too bad, like it would never close up properly, like everything would just spill out and drain him. His heart was just about ready to give up.

But Keith didn’t let him. He stuck around for the next couple of movements, making sure Coran ate and got some fresh air at the very least. Having Keith around gave him a sense of normalcy he’d been needing, slowly beginning to balance himself out. Some quintants were harder than others, but those became increasingly scarcer.

Coran’s head cleared enough for him to notice how Keith was putting up a strong front for Coran’s benefit. The Red Paladin occasionally slipped, and Coran could see the paranoia that laid beneath the surface. Keith was particularly jumpy around the new Alteans that roamed about the castle, not being used to how crowded the grand halls now were.

One blessedly quiet afternoon, on the bridge, Keith was working from his Paladin seat as Coran tinkered away on the control panel, running the castle diagnostics. Coran sighed, relishing the idle familiarity, something in his chest feeling suspiciously close to serenity.

“Keith?”

“Yeah?” He sounded absorbed in the report he’d been reading.

“I don’t think I ever said thank you.”

He was met with a few beats of silence. Coran looked up from his spot on the floor and saw Keith covering his eyes with his hand. Keith shook his head ever so slightly and took a shaky breath.

“It’s really nothing, Coran.” His voice was more composed than he looked.

“It’s not nothing, my boy,” Coran said firmly. “Without you, I probably would still be locked in my room. I’d probably still be in bed, honestly. And Allura would’ve hated that. You were right, you know. She wants us to savor this, her accomplishments, the healing of the universe.”

“Right.”

“I don’t want to keep inconveniencing the Blade of Marmora by keeping you here in Altea.”

“Kolivan said it wasn’t a problem,” Keith said, scrubbing his face and looking over to Coran.

“I doubt he said that.”

Keith cleared his throat. “He said I could return to my regular duties the moment you return to coordinating the Galactic Coalition’s first meeting.”

Coran faltered at that. “How does he even know about that?”

“Curtis mentioned it a few movements ago during a call where I was checking up on Shiro,” Keith said. “Kolivan overheard but didn’t think much of it until I came over. Then he ordered me to stay. Not that I wouldn’t have stayed otherwise.”

Coran felt himself smile fondly at Keith’s words. He was such a sweet lad, sweeter than he led on. “Then I’ll get on that tomorrow,” Coran said with a shrug, returning to his comfortable tinkering.

“You really don’t have to,” Keith said quickly. “I like being back here again.”

“The Alteans make you jump like a Puigan Rabbit, Keith. I’ve enjoyed having you around again, but I can tell you’re itching to get back to your routine.”

“Coran—”

“I’ll be fine. I promise. And you can always visit.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“I can stay another movement if you’d like.”

“I would like that, but as you said, we need to move on,” Coran said, taking a steading breath. “The Team needs us, too. We need to be there for them like you were with me.”

Keith smiled; a soft, rare thing Coran hardly saw these days. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

He still missed Allura, but it wasn’t a crippling sensation anymore. On hard mornings, it was like feeling that empty hole in his chest again, but only in moments, not in prolonged days and nights. It was becoming bearable. Peace had snuck up on him, a pleasant surprise he hadn’t expected to see in a very long time.

* * *

The deca-phoebs had been gradually kinder to Team Voltron. They slowly became more themselves: Hunk’s passion for cooking was revived, starting a new project called Happy Lives; Shiro started seeing a therapist the VA provided; Lance was devoting his time to growing juniberries on Earth; Pidge was working with her brother on some AI software; and Keith was visiting Coran every movement he could, slowly becoming an important leader in the Blade.

Coran had transformed the Voltron Coalition into the Galactic Coalition. It was an interesting shift, going from uniting to face a common enemy to finding himself in the middle of diplomatic squabbles, all too similar to the ones he endured beside Alfor.

As he usually did, Coran wanted to do too many things at the same time. Emi, Commander Holt, and Senior Officer Colt refrained him from doing so. They set boundaries and established lines so Coran would stay focused on the fraction of the galaxy he could help. They helped Coran lay out a system that worked and remained functional: two representatives per planet, one planet representing its system. System representatives were put on a rotational schedule, eventually having each system would stop by the Coalition’s table to present their qualms. Emergency sessions could be called to attend a planet’s individual needs. Everything was meant to run as smoothly as possible.

Not only was Coran surprisingly satisfied with the schedule lay out—something he would always find himself fussing over until Allura would’ve had to pull him away so he could relax—but he found himself happy to share the weight of the work. Having been the Royal Family’s advisor usually had left him with a lot of work, work he had been entrusted to execute. He took pride in that trust. He’d never thought he’d see the quintant where he trusted others with his work, where he was able to loosen his grip on his duties and was willing to delegate.

Even with all the delegation he was comfortable doing, Coran found his quintants pleasantly busy. Keith’s visits were the highlight of his movement. He reminded Coran to take breaks, made him stop working and pulled him out of his office.

They would walk around the castle grounds and Coran would remember when he was a young boy, jumping around and exploring the unfinished parts of the castle. He would remember when Allura was a little girl and he told Keith of all the kinds of trouble she’d get into; running after the little critters she found around the grounds, hiding around the castle during the balls King Alfor would throw and scaring her parents in the process. He told Keith of how her mother would walk with her through the garden and Allura would jump at the sight of a spider but coo at the sight of a caterpillar. The stories poured out of him, movement after movement. The first time she brought Platt, Chulatt, Plachu, and Chuchule into his office and scared him half to death, the first time he saw her potential as a leader, the first time she led a meeting alongside her father.

Keith’s visits always left Coran looking back fondly at the past. He would still tear up at the thought of her, but his love had begun to overshadow his grief. He could laugh at the silly memories and smile at the gentler ones. His heart felt lighter—or less heavy.

Sometimes, Keith came with fellow Blades, sometimes he came with Kolivan—who always had business elsewhere in the castle—but Keith always tried to make time for Coran, even if it was just for lunch. It eventually became the case that the colors of the Blade uniforms were enough to brighten up Coran’s day.

On quintants when Emi took care of the Coalition’s squabbles, Coran would draft and tinker away in his office, keeping up maintenance and adding improvements to his Pop-Pop’s legacy. It was on one of these quintants that Coran spotted the blue and gray tarps of the Blade’s uniform and was already smiling before he looked up from his blueprints.

It was Kolivan, standing somewhat rigidly at the door, his expression as stoic as the first quintant they met.

“Hello, Kolivan,” Coran greeted. He noticed how no one else was walking through the door. “Where’s Keith?”

“He asked me to come and excuse him this phoeb,” Kolivan said with a short apologetic bow.

“Oh, he could’ve just sent a message,” Coran said a little confused. “No need for you to come all this way.”

“He also said that you required company,” Kolivan said, not a hint of tone in his voice. Coran couldn’t tell how Kolivan felt about that, but heat slowly creep up Coran’s face.

“Oh! Did he now? I never meant to impose on your schedule,” Coran said hurriedly. “Honestly, it’s f—”

Kolivan held up a hand.

“Keith wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t know I was lacking in things to do,” Kolivan said, his lips quirking upwards in a stiff smile. Coran had seen Kolivan smile before, knew he was capable of laughing and beaming proudly. So, while he didn’t know the man very well, he knew enough to tell he wasn’t very comfortable.

“I trust how Keith manages and uses his time. He wouldn’t visit if it wasn’t important, it’s not a chore for me to do, but a duty to fulfill. Please be at ease.”

Coran felt a flurry of emotion mixed between flustered and flattered. Important. Coran was important to Keith. His well-being was a priority in Keith’s long list of responsibilities and duties to oversee. That dear boy.

Coran cleared his throat and took a breath. “Well, if that’s how you see it, I won’t insist on the contrary.”

Kolivan nodded and took a step inside the office. He glanced around, much like Keith had that first visit a few deca-phoebs ago. “Keith didn’t give detailed instructions. What is it he usually does?”

“We talk,” Coran shrugged. “Check in on how the other is doing, catch up on current projects and the like, reminisce on past times.”

Kolivan’s ear twitched and Coran laughed.

“I don’t expect any of that from you,” Coran assured him. “We can just sit here in silence. I don’t mind the company while I work.”

“Did I interrupt something?”

“Nothing of political importance, if that’s what worries you,” Coran said with a smile. Kolivan’s shoulders seemed to untense. “Come sit. Sit, sit.” Coran gestured to the armchair in front of his desk. Kolivan moved dutifully across the room, taking a seat, and inspecting the objects on Coran’s desk.

Beside the memory files that were stacked to the side and digital filer that contained the Coalition’s current reports, Coran had a few objects he was, if only, a tad self-conscious of: five Altean toys. The more obvious one was Allura’s favorite when she was younger: a small Klanmüirl stuffed plush; the second rested as a disk-shaped platform, but contained various puzzles displayed by holograms (he’d carried it everywhere as a boy, which was evident in its worn edges); the third was a simple spinning top he kept around for when he got anxious and needed to fidget with something; the fourth was the miniature for his Monsters and Mana character, Dakin the Powerful Wizard; the last was a gift form Alfor, the Altean version of the Olkari Cube, the Secret Keeper.

Kolivan’s eyes lingered on the Secret Keeper with a spark of curiosity, eyes darting to the actual Olkari Cube Coran had been gifted in Olkarion, but he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he asked, “W-what were you working on?

Coran smiled, appreciating the effort. “Drones,” he said cheerily. “The idea came to me when I was talking to dear Number Five last movement. She had mentioned her drone Rover in passing and I remembered how helpful the fella had been. So I thought, I’m sure I can design some for the castle, have them run around, help officials with tasks and storing data.

“I’m drafting up a few models before I send them to Pidge. A few fire walls here and there in their programming and they should be more secure than the original Rover.”

“I forgot that was in your skill set,” Kolivan said honestly. “It’s easier to see you as a politician these quintants.”

“Well, they don’t call me the Coranic Mechanic for nothing! I was head engineer of this castle for quite some time. Even as I fulfilled my role as royal advisor,” Coran beamed proudly.

“I didn’t realize,” Kolivan said with a nod that was almost a small bow.

“And what are your current affairs?”

“Accompanying you,” he said simply.

“Right, yes,” Coran said, feeling a little silly for asking.

The silence that followed that visit was uncomfortable at first but slowly shifted into something more familiar. Kolivan was a calming presence in Coran’s office. His gaze loitered around different parts of the room, allowing Coran to focus on the last set of notes for his drone drafts.

After some time, Coran looked up from his digital filer to find Kolivan standing near the window, looking out over the castle grounds.

“Keith usually leaves around this time,” Coran said.

“Has my company been sufficient?”

“It has,” Coran said with a smile.

“Very well,” Kolivan bowed. “I’ll leave you to your duties. Good day.”

And with that, Kolivan took the calm with him, Coran soon becoming jittery by himself. He wondered what it was about Kolivan that soothed him as he’d worked. He reached for the spinning top as he stared at the spot Kolivan had been standing in. It had been so familiar…

A playful smile and bright eyes flashed in Coran’s head.

Somedays… somedays I wish you’d open that already.

Coran shook his head, shooing way the silly memory.

The reunion they had every deca-phoeb was getting closer. Coran had thought that maybe the Paladins needed each other’s support around this time of the deca-phoeb. So, he organized an annual reunion to get through the date. Almost naturally, they started celebrating Allura’s life instead of grieving her death. It became a quintant to look forward to.

Team Voltron together once more. The thought made him smile.

Pidge, Lance, and Shiro were the first to arrive, followed shortly by Hunk. Keith was the last to get there, apologizing for being held back by a mission.

They spent the afternoon catching up and swapping stories. Coran noticed near the end of dinner that Shiro hadn’t stopped smiling since he arrived. There was something in him that was giddy, even. As happy as the sight made Coran, it was curious and odd for Shiro to be like this. Keith seemed to notice it too, occasionally looking over at Coran as if to make sure they were both seeing the same thing.

“Is something on your mind, Shiro?” Coran finally spoke up.

“Hm?” Shiro looked up, still smiling. “Well, not really—I was gonna wait until after dinner, but…”

That got the rest of the table’s attention, all eyes now on Shiro. He sat up straighter, clearing his throat.

“Um, alright,” Shiro looked around, his eyes lingering on Keith. “You guys are my family and I wanted you to be the first to know. You all know that Curtis and I have been seeing each other for some time now and, well, we’re engaged.” Shiro gave half a shrug, looking down bashfully at the table. The news registered a beat later.

“Dude, that’s awesome!”

“Congratulations!”

“That’s great to hear!”

“That’s wonderful news!”

“Thank you, guys,” Shiro beamed. “I wanted to ask you something, too. I was wondering if you could be my groomsmen—groomspeople? I want you guys to be up there with me.” Shiro was looking at his team. At the people he’d fought alongside with and defended so many times. Then he looked up at Coran. “And I wanted to ask you if you’d do me the honor of walking down the aisle with me.”

Shiro was met with a chorus of excited ‘of course’s and ‘yes’s, but his eyes remained on Coran. Coran, who was currently at a loss for words, eyes tearing up. He stood from his chair and rushed to Shiro’s side of the table, hugging him tightly.

“Of course, I’d love to—I’d be honored, I—” his words were cut off by the force of Shiro hugging him back.

“Thank you,” he said, a hint of relief in his voice. Then he pulled away and looked around the table, “To all of you.”

After that, the conversation shifted to talk of wedding preparations and comments about ‘making sure Curtis is good enough for you,’ which Shiro dismissed with a chuckle and a shake of his head. Coran watched the scene unfold fondly and thought: Allura would’ve loved this.

Coran distantly realized that had been the least painful thought he’d had all day.

pt. 2 >

[xochitai]

Got rid of some awkward extra space and neatened up the bubbles. Probably could have done that when I first drew this, but it was my first multi-page comic and I was tired  ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ 

[midnottart]

Some Voltron doodles of Shiro, Keith and Kolivan.

[weezmancer3]

Galran Keith hcs

I like to think that as Galran's genetics get diluted, the animal they correspond with just gets smaller. Like, since Keith is only half-galra, he has behaviors similar to a bobcat while Krolia and Kolivan have big cat traits.

Like, bobcats are awesome at climbing so Keith is always on top of things he shouldn't be on top of. Also, they don't roar, they scream/yowl, and hiss. AND, unlike big cats, bobcats can purr! Keith has definitely been on a mission with the blades where he gets frustrated and just...yowls. And it makes so much sense for him to hiss when Lance starts getting on his nerves.

His galran traits freak out the paladins/alteans a bit (save for Shiro, he's seen worse) but the blades think they're adorable. Bc, imagine you're Kolivan (completely galran/big cat traits) and there's this scrawny new kid who hisses when he gets pissed.

That's it for now, I love galran Keith. <333

[miraculousbumbble]

When the paladins got back to Earth, they weren't thinking about politics or how tough it would be to integrate the entire universe with Earth's database. And of course, somehow, Keith ended up being the one person to have to deal with the Gala resistance fighters and making sure they filed their damn paperwork.

"Yes, I know you've already moved Acxa into your clan Kolivan, but Earth doesn't see it that way. You have to fill out adoption papers, so they know she's your kid."

"No, Ezor I know you and Zethred are bonded. But Earth needs you to fill a marital status. Why? In case you get hurt in Earth territory. Yes, I know you can handle yourself, but the government needs to know who to contact."

"Krolia you have to officially notice Romelle as your kindling by Earth standards. Why? Because mom, I'm a member of the government and they need to know who is considered family and who isn't."

"No, Ezor and I don't consider each other family but because Acxa does, it goes into my paperwork as us being family."

"Zethrid, Ezor, you can't take random alien babies and claim them as your own without bringing them in for a checkup and filing the paperwork... Because Zethrid, Earth thinks were family!"

Keith specifically spends as little time as possible on Earth just so he doesn't have to update his paperwork. Galra customs and Earth paperwork don't mix well, and Keith is kind of sick of it.

[torveiglyart]

Continuation of the BlackPaladin! Lance AU. Keith is in for quite the surprise…

[fuerstinlya]

What do you think Kolivan looked like as a teen?

Royal Greetings honey!

Oh my lord, Kolivan is one of my favorite characters, and I thought of this a lot!

(I'm sure gonna draw this someday 👀)

Accessoires/Details, I imagined him wearing (and headcanons) :

- maybe a freshly done tattoo

- his Hair (a little bit shorter) in a bun (little bit messy, with spikes and loose strands)

- his eyes being "normal" (with an iris)

- he sure liked to play card games

- him wearing sleeveless tops

- bandages around his wrists (maybe just for fashion, maybe because he was being reckless)

- him playing an instrument (+ listening to rock, maybe metal??)

- I have the headcanon he had like 12 sisters and was the only boy in his family (idk it's adorable!)

- him being considered as the boy you shouldn't hang out with (even tho he's nice) because of his actions (nothing bad, just minor pranks)

explanation:

people who are stern as adults were often really outgoing, funny children and had a wild childhood!

Thank you for your question, my love, stay tuned!

- Fürstin Lya

[justsomevoltronstuff]

Hello hello!

I was wondering if you write for any of the BOM members.

If so can I get angst to fluff, Kolivan and Ulaz (separately) with a medic s/o who is a member of team voltron and they get poisoned?

If not, then Shiro, keith, and lance with the same scenario.

I do believe at this point only God knows when this ask was sent in, I'm like really bad at answering reqs in a timely manner but I think everyones aware of this at this point.

I absolutely LOVED this plot idea and may or may not be writing additional parts for the Paladins as well lol

as always, I hope you enjoy! please feel free to comment/reblog with your thoughts🫶

c/w: poison; medical facility; mentions of fighting; badly written 'fight' scene; Kolivan gets wounded in his and reader is the one wounded in Ulaz's; reader is a medic so if you don't like depictions of medical practices, even briefly, this probably isn't your fic love; Ulaz’s got out of hand and is more of a small one shot than a scenario. my bad.

dividers by @cafekitsune

For as long as you could remember, you had always wanted to be a doctor. Your dream was to help people. You'd joined the Garrison Space Program in hopes of getting the opportunity to further your knowledge in multiple areas of medicine, quickly working your way into position of field medic.

Getting the chance to actually go to space had never been in your plans, you liked having your feet on the ground, where you could be more useful. But signing up for the Garrison didn't leave you with much choice in such matters.

The mission was supposed to be straight forward and to the point, you were hardly even needed. The people in charge wanted you there for the soul purpose of logging the members vitals. Collect scientific data so that the Garrison can use it for their next generation of space suits.

You had only wished it'd been that simple.

It was difficult to tell time in space. Your easiest guesses had been the rotation of meals and when you and the other prisoners were let out to fight in the gladiator pits. You loathed the days you were meant to fight and mostly kept to yourself in order to attend to wounded prisoners best you could.

When Shiro had told you he was busting out, you hadn't even hesitated in packing up any medical scraps you had left and leaving them with your apprentice of sorts. Promising to return to free the rest of the prisoners. Neither of you wanted to leave them there, but getting both of you out would be hard enough.

Getting back to Earth proved far easier than you'd anticipated with the Galran technology. You'd tried to attend to Shiro's arm best you could while he piloted the two of you home.

Home. You honestly thought you'd never see it again.

The landing was, rough. But you'd survived, and then you'd been treated as if you were a threat. Saved by a bunch of cadets before you could be transported back to the Garrison, where you probably wouldn't have seen the light of day for a good while.

Thinking back on those early days, how you'd come to be with the Paladins of Voltron in the Castle of Lions, was almost nostalgic despite not having been so long ago.

Kolivan

Organizing some of your equipment, you tried to busy yourself to not think of the mission they were on. Trying not to get too concerned for the team you'd come to think of as your family. Trying not to think of the one you'd come to love.

Before you could spiral into worst case scenarios, the door to your clinic burst open, Keith holding it open while Antok carried an unconcious Kolivan through the threshold, gently placing him on your table.

You were in full doctor mode before he was down, already gathering up various tools to check his vitals.

"What's the situation?" You asked to no one in particular.

"I think he's been poisoned. He was grazed and just collapsed not long after."

“Are you hurt?” A quick scan told you Keith was relatively unharmed.

“No, it’s just Kolivan.”

Cursing under your breath, you started searching for the wound, making quick work of cleaning it and patching it up after pulling a blood sample from it.

"Get this to Pidge, tell her to run it with every type of poison we have, I need to know what was on that blade." Keith was out of the room before you couldn't even finish.

You prepped every antidote you had or could make, waiting to hear back from Pidge.

Satisfied with your preparation, you turned all your focus and energy to Antok, checking him over for injuries and checking his vitals until he huffed out an “I’m fine.” taking up position by the door and watching you as you began to pace, no more concerns left to keep your mind busy from your bedridden lover.

"Y/n."

Kolivan's voice was hoarse, but very much real. You felt tears spring to your eyes as you turned to look at him.

"I'm okay." He tried to sit up, stopping only due to your hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down on to the bed.

"Okay or not you're going to stay put until I say otherwise."

It wasn't much longer before Keith returned with the type of poison, and you had the antidote administered.

You watched as even Antok seemed to relax, he and Keith both leaving the infirmary to give you some space.

Kolivan watched in silence as you cleaned up your area, carefully stashing away every antidote for every poison you've ever come across or even just read about.

"I'm okay, my love." He says again.

"I know, but you're only okay because I know what I'm doing. You could have died today." You tried to keep the tears threatening to break at bay.

"But I didn't because you know what you're doing. I have nothing to fear if I have you."

You scoffed a laugh, glaring at him over your shoulder.

He just shrugged, holding open his arms for you. Crawling up onto the bed, you snuggled into his chest.

"The mission always comes first." He whispered, a reminder of the life you'd signed up for and willingly walked into the day you'd fallen for him.

"And I'm not saying it shouldn't, just that you don't have to be so reckless with your health."

"I am not reckless."

The pointed glare you shot him made him chuckle, holding you tighter.

"I'll always come back to you safe, my love."

"Safe enough at least." You grumbled, curling tighter around him, causing him to flinch slightly from pressure on his wound, and hold you tighter against him to keep you from pulling away because of it.

Ulaz

You didn’t often find yourself actually in the thick of battle unless the Castle was, but even then there was a level of safety.

Finding yourself actually on a Galra cruiser was not common for you. At least not since you escaped your prison. But you’d sworn you’d be back for the ones you left behind, and after plenty of arguing back and forth, you found yourself tagging along with the paladins to do just that.

Moving about the ship to find your way to the cells felt like second nature, you and Shiro leading the way. The operation was going smoothly up until you passed the hall you wished you could forget.

Ulaz had lived on that hall. Forth door on the left, knock twice, wait, knock twice again. It was ingrained in you, just as the safest path to it was.

You'd tried not to think of Ulaz or your time together on the ship, it was easier not to than to ponder what might've become of him. Had he been made? Would the other Blade's have gotten him out if he had? Was he even still alive?

Time wasn't a commodity you had as you found yourself in the cells, already wrapping up any wounds that needed immediate care and taking note of what could be done once back on the ship.

You'd been far too focused on assisting the wounded, you'd forgotten the dangers of mission and the fact that could easily turn into a battle.

The prisoner you were helping screamed just a moment too late and you felt searing pain as a blade made contact with your arm. You hardly had time to look at your attacker before all you saw was the back of a Galra soldier.

Breathing a weary sigh of relief, you finished your work and urged the prisoner to follow the others, before taking a quick assessment of your wound and the room around you, smiling when Ulaz dropped to his knees beside you.

"What can I do to help?" He asked earnestly, checking your wound himself.

"I think there was poison on the blade, so if I fall unconscious, get Pidge, the Green Paladin, to run a test to figure out what type, I should have the antidote-"

"Get away from them!" Ulaz grunted as he blocked Keith's attack.

"No, stop. He's not hurting me."

The Paladin's all looked at you like you were insane. "He's Galra, Y/n." Hunk stated incredulously. "You're literally bleeding."

"And he dispatched the one that made me bleed. Look I'll explain on the ship, but lets get these prisoners to safety."

Lance moved to pick you up, but Ulaz tightening his grip and standing effortlessly with you stopped him.

"Lead the way, Paladin." He said gruffly.

Somewhere between the holding cells and the lions, you lost consciousness entirely. Comforted by Ulaz’s presence and the knowledge you’d be safe as long as he had you.

“We’re just going to let him stay here? What if he’s leading them right to us?”

“He hasn’t left Y/n’s side for longer than it takes to go to the bathroom, does that really seem like someone who’d compromise them?”

“He’s Galra Keith.”

“And when have the Galra ever not been completely forthcoming with exactly how they feel about us? Face it Lance, even the Galra have emotions and aren’t all bad.”

“But he was on a Galra fleet cruiser, that’s not exactly a green flag.”

“Y/n trusts him, so we at least need to hear them out.”

“Do they always talk this much?” Ulaz whispered.

You chuckled, followed by a coughing fit. Cracking open your eyes and squinting against the bright lights of your infirmary. 

“This is mild for them.” Your voice was hoarse from lack of use. “You get used to it though.”

“Y/n!” Lance screeched, rushing to your side, shoving Ulaz away from you to check you over. “Keith, go get the others! Y/n how are you feeling? Do you need anything? What can I do to-” 

You reached your hand up, covering his mouth. “Dim the lights, they’re gonna give me a headache. And don’t shove the love of my life away from me again or I swear I’ll leave all your healing to those ten thousand year old pods. Understood?”

His eyes widened in shock, looking between you, to Ulaz, and back again.

“Love of your life?” The muffled question felt just as incredulous as it was probably supposed to sound. Pinning him with what he dubbed the ‘Mom Eyes’ he quickly moved to dim the lights. 

Ulaz returned to his spot beside you, gently pulling your hand up to his lips and kissing the back of it gently.

The other Paladins joined you, each taking turns to fill in the blanks of while you were out. Pidge informed you of the type of poison on the blade and how shocked she was that you actually had the antidote. Hunk mentioned the few survivors that have refused any type of healing, holding out for you to check them over. Finally, it was Allura that demanded to know why in the universe you thought bringing a Galra on board was a good idea. You just shrugged and shared a look with Ulaz. 

“Because we’re married.”

The room filled with various amounts of confused faces, indignant squawks –yes, squawks– and a barrage of questions sounding over top others. Your voice couldn’t be heard even if you tried to answer any of them.

Ulaz brought the room to silence with a laugh, an honest to goodness full belly laugh unlike one you’d ever imagined getting from him. He looked at you fondly, kissing the back of your hand once more before turning to your team.

He filled them in on how you’d met while you were imprisoned, how you’d come to fall in love, the ceremony of a wedding the two of you had completely alone in his quarters, and finally of how he was instrumental in yours and Shiro’s escape. He told them that neither of you had ever expected to meet again after that. War wasn’t kind on anyone, but especially not on lovers. 

When he’d been notified that there was an escape attempt happening at the cells you had been held in, he left his post to go check it out. 

“Knowing Y/n, I almost expected their return for the captives. I needed to know they were safe if it was them. I truly mean all of you no harm. I just wanted to make sure my Y/n was safe.”

“What made you break away from the Galra in the first place? It’s cool you’re in love with our Doc, but you’re still Galra, no offence.”

“I was never truly affiliated with the Galra Empire. Much like you, I seek to bring it down. I was working on the inside as a spy when I met Y/n. I am just glad they are mostly safe now. Thank you Paladins, for caring for them while I couldn’t.”

-Admin Rori💜