#like the garrison trio and shiro all having orange in their outfits but keith not to symbolize connection to the garrison

[alienboy51]

vvvvvoltron redesigns that don't stray very far from the actual show designs

alsooooo these are unfinished i still have shiro and allura to do

[iamstuckinfandom]

Omega Keith(What's Going On?)

They had just gotten done with one of their battles. Leaving their lions, they all took a shower. Keith had thought it would make him feel better. He had been feeling very strange lately, especially today. As he stood under the curtain of water, he listed them off in his head.

He was tense. He couldn't relax. He was hyper-aware of every detail. The small sounds of the air vent outside of the running shower and the minuscule flickering of the blue light in the corner. Every noise made his body jerk and jump until his muscles were screaming in pain and soreness.

Touch was not fun. Whether the liquid cleaning him off or his own touch, every touch felt prolonged. It felt like something was smacking into his skin; it didn't hurt, but he still didn't like the sensation.

The lights were too bright. He had turned them down when he had entered the shower, but his eyes still stung like he had gotten soap in them. Closing his eyes seemed to help a little, but the shower was not helping him at all.

The worst was smell. Everything was overpowering. The water running from the showerhead? Smelled a lot like the pool water. The soap and hair shampoo? Keith didn't even try using it after it burned his nosebuds.

When he had gotten out of the shower, he almost stumbled when he smelt his clothes. They didn't smell bad, but he didn't know that he smelled like that. The items smelled like a smoky campfire, old sweat, and Shiro. How he knew they smelt like Shiro, he didn't know. He soon got dressed in his entire outfit including his jacket and belt along with his knife. Soon, he was walking the halls.

The team was going to meet in the living room. They always did after a tough battle to reassure themselves that the others were okay and have bonding moments. Most days, they ended up piled on each other while watching movies. A head on a lap, shoulders touching, and feet laid on random spots. Keith still wasn't comfortable with physical contact, especially when someone else initiated it. And Shiro understood that as he always asked him if he was okay with being touched in a certain way by the others before they had even sat down. Most times, they ended up in their own group anyway with the part-Galran leaning into the older man's side.

Other times, the group had activities like trivia games or storytelling or even karaoke after Pidge and Hunk had connected her computer to the sound system. He loved those days whether he was exhausted or awake. He had missed being around people while in the desert. Before that, he had never really had friends until the Garrison trio showed up on that fateful night. They were his family.

His heart started beating faster as he strolled through the hallway, and he had to take a deep breath to try to calm it. What was going on? He never usually felt this bad. It felt like everything was going to try to hurt him. His body would not relax. He could not relax. His tired muscles felt like when he went way too long on the gladiator levels. And days after, he had to avoid heavy activity and use some Altean medicine for tight muscles. And that was nothing compared to this.

Walking into the room after some shaky breathes in and out, he almost collapsed with relief when the feeling lessened. Then his mind registered that everyone was in the room, and it really smelled weird. Just like in his room, the smells were overpowering. Unlike with his room, they were calming. He no longer felt the rush of a pulsing heart or like he was ready to break in half.

He felt safe and calm and happy!

As in, 100% content just by smelling it. He could tell the difference between each person. Hunk always smelt like freshly baked goodies and sunshine if that had a smell. Pidge's scent was a mix of computer static and lush pine trees that reminded Keith of one of his favorite areas; outdoors. Lance smelled like cinnamon and the ocean breeze...or at least that's what Keith thought. He had never been to the ocean back on Earth and alien water was different.

"Keith?" Shiro interrupted his thought process as he gave him a concealed worried expression, "Are you okay?"

He was about to answer, but he suddenly smelt the man. He was sure that his eyes grew larger than they had been as he took it in. He smelt like a stormy spring day. Like the static of space and possibly stars within a galaxy if that had a good smell. Under it all, he smelt a little like the dusty desert and Keith's shack. It was really really nice...

"Keith?" A hand on his shoulder brought him back to the present, "I don't think you're feeling okay."

"Hm?" He blinked before seeing that he was pressed right into Shiro's chest. Backing away quickly, a hot blush covered his cheeks before he looked away. When had he moved to Shiro? When had he...brought his face to Shiro's vest? Why had he done it? He had just felt so protected around the man...

"What happened to you, mullet?" Lance asked from one of the couches with a smirk as Keith felt his blush lessen, "You're as red as your jacket, which is a usual thing, but-"

Pidge waved her elbow into his ribs as Keith took two deep breaths while reminding himself that patience yields focus. Feeling that warm, safe feeling spread through his body, he slowly led a confused Shiro to their usual couch.

"I'm fine," he sat them both down like they always did with Keith curled up into the man's side, "Just thinking."

"Okay..." The three on the other couch gave him strange looks before shrugging, "Let's start this movie."

The movie did start. It was some Disney movie that Keith had never really been interested in. He leaned his head on Shiro's chest as he fully relaxed. Before he knew it, his thoughts were floating. He wasn't really thinking of anything other than the great feeling of being safe and warm and not panicking. He suddenly felt the gentle touch of fingers combing through his hair, and his world exploded.

A smile stretched his lips as the feeling grew. He felt safe and wanted and needed and happy and so much more that he could never put into words. He had never felt this good before, and he never wanted it end and-

"What's that noise?

Keith was pulled from his cocoon of warmth and happiness as Lance's loud voice spoke up. Almost sighing in frustration, a roughish sound came from his throat instead. His eyes widened as he realized exactly what the Cuban was talking about. Keith had been...purring!?!

Jumping to his feet, he quickly left the room with excuse of going to bed. Every step away, his tension and issues regressed back to what it had been in the hallway. Why was this bothering him?

"How the quiznak was I purring?" He asked himself angrily under his breath before he had the impulse to look at something in the hallway. It was a pink shawl that had been left laying there. Glancing around, he didn't see anyone in sight, so he grabbed it up to find its owner. Then he smelt Allura on it, and he calmed a little. She smelled like cotton candy and crystals. Debating with himself, his instincts soon took over and he was in his room with it on his bed before he knew he'd moved. Shrugging it off, he couldn't bring himself to take it away.

Over the next several days, he collected everyone's clothes and blankets if they were covered in some type of scent that made him feel safe. They could always make more on the replicator anyway.

He had one of Hunk's large shirts and his yellow blanket. He'd stolen one of Pidge's sweatshirts and her green blanket. He had taken Lance's blue lion slippers and one of his homemade sweaters he'd sewn himself. Along with the shawl, he had one of Allura's comfortable pillows. He also had Coran's orange blanket and a weird thing that looked like bracelet.

Shiro's clothes...He glanced at the pile of clothes. He had the man's outer vest and undershirt, his purple blanket, his black lion slippers, and a stick of mascara. He had no idea why he had that last item except that it reminded him of Shiro because that was the one he always used. Sighing contently, he didn't hear his door open.

"Hey, Keith. Have you seen my vest anywh-" Shiro froze as Keith's cheeks lit up with embarrassment. He had said piece of clothing on himself over his grey t-shirt so he could smell it anywhere he was. He didn't even know what to say as Shiro inspected the pile of stolen goods by his side, so Keith just smashed his face into the soft fabrics as he waited.

After moments, he felt Shiro's hand on his shoulder, and he gazed into concerned grey eyes.

"You know I will always support you, right?" He asked and Keith nodded; he did know that, "And I'm not mad about this, but maybe we should get you scanned. Maybe Coran and the princess know about what's going on. If not, I'm sure Kolivan does."

"You think it's bec-"

"Keith, your body is different. Not a bad different, but a unique different," the man smiled softly, "We don't know what effects being part-Galran and part-human have on you. But no matter what, I'll be there to help you with it."

"Thanks, Shiro," he actually smiled as the calm feeling washed over him again at being so close to the most important person in his life, "Let's go."

"Should we bring something with us?"

"No," Keith glanced down at the vest that made him look tiny, "It's a little embarrassing that I'm wearing your vest already. I don't need Lance teasing me about wearing his stuff or anything."

"True," the black-clad man chuckled as he led Keith from the room. Walking through the halls, they located both Alteans after some time.

...

As it turned out, neither of them quite knew why Keith had been acting strange. So they had called in Kolivan, who had wandered into the medical bay after a varga. His face was stone solid as usual as he glanced between the two of them.

"I hear you have questions about your Galra side."

"As long as there's no trial for that knowledge too," Shiro stated seriously from beside Keith, and the teen was both exasperated and glad he was sticking up for him.

"Of course not," the man laughed lightly as if Keith's best friend had said something funny, "He has passed the trials. I will not turn one of the Blade away when they need us most."

Keith didn't know what to say. He didn't think he was part of the secretive group, but he'd never been a part of anything until Voltron, so maybe his sense of belonging was messed up. Either way, it made him happy that the Blades were okay with him.

"What's wrong with Keith?" Shiro asked after a minute of silent conversation between Keith and him, "He's been collecting our clothes and on edge."

"That is because he is an omega," Keith blinked because he had no idea what that meant, "And he is nesting."

"You mentioned that word before," Shiro's brows scrunched in confusion, "When we were at the base."

"As I have seen, you humans and Alteans do not have the dynamics that we Galra have," his stern expression stared at them both, "We have three of them. As you can tell, we have two genders. Most of our race are males while few are female. The dynamics are the alpha, beta, and omega."

"Alphas are usually the leaders of the dynamics," he explained, "They command and are the strongest of the three. Known to be the largest, they are second most popular."

"Betas are much like alphas, but less leader-like in the sense that they usually are the workers. This is the most popular and seen dynamic."

"And omegas?" Shiro asked with a strained voice like he wasn't sure he wanted to know about then; Keith felt the same way.

"Omegas are the least seen. They are usually very small compared to the others, and are usually seen as the softest of the three."

"And the nesting?" Keith asked this time as he raised a brow.

"An omega nests when they are approaching their heat. Most heats are when a Galra is most sexually active. I do not know if yours will be modified due to your human side. It most likely will take on the form closest to what your human reproductive system is in whoever carries the child."

He let that sink in before he stared at a shocked Shiro.

"He's going to have a period?" Shiro asked like his mature self as Keith wrinkled his nose. Living in orphanages and foster homes had taught him what a period was. He did not want one.

"He already has it," Kolivan seemed confused for the first time, "For awhile now."

"That day we had that battle," it registered in his mind what the strange feelings were about, "The day I...um...ended up purring on you."

"That is a very good thing," Kolivan acknowledged with a blink, "With a Galra and especially omega, it means that they are very comfortable and trusting of the person touching them. Most often, it is only the one who is most important in their lives. Such as a mate."

"So how do we make Keith feel better?"

"Usually, an omega has to fulfil their sexual needs with their mate," Kolivan stated in deep thought, "But I believe his human side has gotten rid of that. He'll most likely just need to be around those he trusts the most during this time. I cannot say how often it will occur. In Galrans, it happens once every two to three years, as you humans say. It may run at whatever a human's does."

"Great," Keith deadpanned, "Anything else we should know?"

"Do not get caught by the Empire," his voice got heavier as the air got thicker, "Hybrids are already looked down upon far worse than full-blooded aliens. On top of that, omegas are the only ones to give birth to new Galra."

"Wait...what?" Shiro looked at Keith with a fond gaze, "Keith could get pregnant? I mean, if that's what you are worried about then-"

"It's fine," he reassured the guy who relaxed some, "So could I?"

"Most likely," the taller alien nodded, "I have yet to hear of one who could not. The Empire keeps them locked up to reproduce. It is not of the old way. The omegas used to be the most respected of the dynamics. And that is one of the reasons I fight against Zarkon and his reign."

"I...thank you, Kolivan," Shiro stated with a soft smile as Keith agreed with a mumble.

"No problem," he stood to his feet as Shiro helped Keith to his, "I am normally available if you have further questions. As I've said, I think your presence is important. Perhaps you can help him most. Now I must be on my way."

He strolled out the door. Keith sighed before a hand landed on his shoulder and the warmth came back. Shiro didn't say anything, but he didn't need to. Him being there told Keith all that he needed to know.