#Daddy!Thace

[chibi-pix]

I was in a quest for pride stuff today and was put out at how little there was (some stores not even having anything). And on my way home, I realized. I can draw pride myself. So! For pride month, I’ve got the two greatest dads for AU stuff. Thace and Ulaz! And with their baby girl, Katie, proud and happy to have her dads. 

So! Here we are!  Happy pride month everyone! And celebrate any and every day! Until next time!

[spacialred]

Surprise drabble for @galransandextras

It had felt silly the first time she did it, and even years after she begun the tradition, it still felt silly. To record messages for a man who might die before he can listen to them, to update him on a life he’s not living, never will, and can only look back on.

But, if ever they met again, and he was still alive ... she had always justified it by believing he’d find comfort in those video recordings. That, if he may be mourning the joy of seeing his child grow, he could watch the video recording of her very first few wobbly steps, of her first time saying “ dada “, of the first birthday. He could experience those memories, albeit late.

She exhaled, before setting the camera up on it’s tripod, and pressing record, placing her hair behind her ears nervously.

“ Hey Thace. Merry Christmas. This is ... the fourth one I’m recording, yeah, that’s right. “

Four years he’s been gone ... she looks pensively away, then snaps her eyes back to the lens of the camera, not wanting the pause to feel too heavy, for him to feel guilty.

“ Things are going great! Maxie’s happy, I’m doing great, work has been fine! It’s just ... you know, work is work. Though nursing is no way near as difficult as being a ... knife? Was it knife ... I’m sorry love, it’s ... it’s been a while. “

A heavy breath, once again. Come on, these recordings are supposed to cheer him up, but all you do is show how much his absence is hurting you. This is the opposite of what you’re going for!

“ She’s ... started to ask me where you are. You know, she’s growing up, and ... she’s starting to understand that ... daddy isn’t here, and other kids’ dads are at home with them. And she’s wondering where her dad is ... “

“ It’s ... it’s difficult. To have to lie to her, but ... I can’t tell her, we both know that. It’s not safe for her, and it’s not safe for you. But ... to tell my baby that her dad is dead, and she will never see him ... “

She abruptly leaned forward, head in her hands. She wanted to end that recording so bad, scrap it all, try again and with more holiday cheer.

But ... Thace would want her to be honest. He’d want to know how things really are.

Sighing, she lifted her head back up, fingers entwining together.

“ ... but, I think she’s enjoying what I came up with last year. Taking Christmas photos for you, to send to the ‘heaven postal service’. She thinks you’re reading the messages she writes on the back of those. I ... I’m thinking of getting a box to put them in, and give it to you if ... if you come back. Alive. “

With teared up eyes, she looked into the barrel of the camera, and she could see herself in the small mirror at the end of it. She looked miserable.

“ ... I know it’s ... not likely, that you do. I know the odds you’re facing are near-insurmountable, but ... Maxime is such a headstrong child, you know, and ... I like to think some of that is from you, and you’ll pull through, and you’ll come back, and you’ll meet her. “

...

“ Merry Christmas, Thace. I love you. “

[ VID_062.mp4 ]

[ao3feedsheith]

A Cure for the Beast

A Cure for the Beast https://archiveofourown.org/works/42678249 by magisterpavus Every family has its secrets, and the Shirogane family is no exception. Their secret is named Takashi Shirogane, they keep him in the attic, and he is quite tired of being kept...but when he receives a feisty omega companion to sweeten his confinement, he finds himself in an entirely new kind of trap. Words: 9059, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Shiro (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Shiro's Family (Voltron), Kuro (Voltron), Ryou (Voltron), Kolivan (Voltron), Thace (Voltron) Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Victorian, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Shiro (Voltron), Omega Keith (Voltron), Mating Cycles/In Heat, Sex Work, Spies & Secret Agents, Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Aphrodisiacs, Mildly Dubious Consent, But also, Enthusiastic Consent, First Time, Sex Club, Somnophilia, Feral Keith (Voltron), Possessive Shiro (Voltron), Drama, Betrayal, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sex Toys, Scenting, Marking, Pining, Forbidden Love, Dysfunctional Family, Ableism, Prosthesis, it gets a little steampunk you're welcome, Organized Crime, Sugar Daddy Shiro (Voltron), yes im finally using that tag here. sue me via AO3 works tagged 'Keith/Shiro (Voltron)' https://archiveofourown.org October 27, 2022 at 08:32PM

[rosiebrie]

guys,, im really proud of this

[cranberriescanscience]

.

[wrongscience]

damn....

IS THACE REALLY DEAD?

[galraluver]

Can I get a sweet, fluffy scenario with Zarkon and the daughter he adores?

It's been a while since anyone's asked for that. I'd love to and I hope you like it 😄

_________________________________________

When your Dayak caught a bad cold the only person who could take care of you was Zarkon, your father. Haggar refused to take care of you since she was always busy. So, Zarkon decided to let you order his Commanders and a few others around. He called them to the throne room. You were sitting on the throne while wearing your little tiara and Zarkon was standing by your right side.

"Trugg, and Ladnok have the day off." You said, starting the day.

"Yes, Princess." Trugg said, turning to Ladnok before they both left.

"Ranveig, be nice to everyone." You ordered, looking directly at Ranveig who was visiting Galra Central Command.

"Yes, my lady." Ranveig said, frowning as he saluted.

"Prorok, Thace, Sniv, Hepta and Haxus, go have a snack." You said, smiling at them.

Prorok, Thace, Sniv, Haxus and Hepta saluted you before leaving the throne room. Zarkon smiled slightly, but it was barely noticeable.

"Ulaz, go take a nap." You said, wanting Ulaz to have a nap because he always seemed tired.

"Yes, Princess Y/G/n." Ulaz saluted before turning around and leaving the throne room.

"And Sendak." You said, glaring at the large Commander.

"Yes?" Sendak asked, glaring at you.

"Go have a time out because you're always grumpy." You ordered, smirking at him.

Sendak flattened his ears against his head before going to his on-site habsuite to have a time out. You watched him leave, happy with yourself.

"How'd I do, daddy?" You asked, looking up at your father.

"You did very well. Now come on, it's time to eat." Zarkon said as he carefully picked you up from the throne.

You smiled as you clung onto your father's armor. You were excited for lunch because it was one of your favorites that was being made. Zarkon had to admit that you were good at giving orders, but he still wanted you to become a proper young lady when you grew up.

[chibi-pix]

Been a bit since I've drawn something personal and an even longer while since I've drawn Thace being a good daddy to his wee little Pidge. So! Here I am. I was hit with the idea last night of Thace napping with Pidge and being the comfiest bed to his daughter, so here we are!

Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this one! Commissions available on my Ko-fi. Until next time!

[nomorediejustcartoonsnstuff]

Galra Empire: Who is your favorite Galra character?

THACE.

[loveafterthefact]

Love After the Fact Chapter 62: Reach

Lance, Keith, and their friends have a brief but violent encounter with Daibazaal's top predator.

Trigger Warnings: -Blood/Gore -Death

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Lance isn’t sure exactly when it happens, but at some point, a few small amphorae start making their way around the table, and he starts to feel a little warm. One, he can tell, is a sweet, moist wine with a spice to it. It’s delightful, as is a much harsher liquor with a strong floral taste to it.

Unlike at the Frost Ball, Keith, while not quite sober, certainly isn’t drunk. He’s just a little more talkative, a little louder, a little more expressive with his hands, his ears, his face. His tail stays stubbornly wrapped around some part of Lance. The Altean is beginning to think it’s both a source of comfort and support, but also a bit possessive. He doesn’t particularly mind. He likes the idea that Keith’s proud to be with him, instead of uncomfortable or ashamed.

Everyone is slowly coming down from hysterics, still giggling at the awful cutscenes from Phantasm Killbot. Keith had been fascinated by the video game, having never really seen one before. He wasn’t very good at them, but improved a lot at the combat sections over the course of his playthrough with Pidge and Lotor.

“So, Keith,” Pidge begins, still giggling in Lance’s lap. “Did they get your bits right?”

“No. I don't have a red rocket.” Everyone laughs. “I'm a biped, for fuck's sake!” The laughter heightens, Keith grinning from where he’s still leaning against Lance’s side. “Also, I have eight nipples, not three.”

“If it makes you feel better, they didn’t get mine right, either,” Lance laughs. “I’m bigger than that.”

“Like hell you are,” Keith mutters.

“Don’t believe me? I can prove it to you.” Lance pretends to start untying his pants.

“Ew, no!" Pidge shrieks, covering their eyes. “Besides, Adam already told us!”

Lance’s hands freeze. “Adam told you?” He scowls, sighs. “Ah well. I have bigger problems. Judging by this, I am perceived as a cold, heartless, sociopath with a trophy husband whom I keep as a pet, along with the rest of my sizable harem. Go me.”

“Listen, listen.” Keith prods his chosen mate’s arm repeatedly, eager to make him smile, get his attention. “I don’t care what those fucks say about you. You are amazing, and beautiful, and every time I see your stupid face, it makes me smile.”

Lance bites back a laugh, though it shines in his eyes and scales. “Thank you, beloved. You are talented, and stubborn, and every time I see your gorgeous  face, it makes me smile, too.”

“What the fuck, Lance! You can’t steal my thing!” Everyone’s laughing, watching the young princes’ antics, teasing in their periphery.

“But it’s true! I love seeing your face. I’ll go track you down even when I’m supposed to be working just so I can see you.”

“Hm… Well, okay, but I would have expected you to be a bit more creative with you compliments, to be honest.”

“Wow. Tipsy you is merciless. I was not expecting to be annihilated in a single conversation.”

Lotor laughs, smirks at the two of them. “He gets it from his mother. She’s surprisingly… articulate.”

“Mnh, I dunno.” Pidge watches the couple closely. “I think Keith has his own, natural-born talent for it.”

“I have a natural talent for many things,” Keith declares, nibbling on some food. “But I’d never be mean about it. I just wanna make you laugh.”

“Aw, beloved! Quiznak, we need to drink together more often. All these cute little secrets-”

“I knowwwwww! I forgot how to shut up! I hate it!”

Lance grins, slips a bit of quintessence into Keith’s veins to take some of the edge off. He’s never really felt like this before, felt safe to be himself in company, safe to laugh, and goof off, and be physically affectionate with his spouse.

The last time he and Keith drank together, Lance only responded to Keith’s behavior. His people approved of his kindness for not scolding his spouse in public, but would never approve of this, of the way they lean against each other, touch each other, kiss each other.

This time spent on Daibazaal, where touch is more powerful than words, has him wondering if he’s the only Altean that misses their spouse while standing right next to them.

“Lance? You okay?”

“Yeah… I’m going to miss this when I go home. Being with you like this.” He tips their heads together. “I’d lose their respect in a heartbeat back home.”

“Hm.” Keith rubs his cheek against Lance’s shoulder, working his scent beneath the clothes and into the Altean’s skin. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing we-”

A horrific shriek cuts through the night, through their evening.

Keith’s interrupted by screams, shouts from outside. A crash of metal against stone, something falling over and tumbling over the street. Lance hears an unearthly shriek, sees the way the people around him tense, get to their feet. They draw their weapons. Lance follows Keith’s lead, rising to stand beside his spouse.

"A kronil..." Lotor takes charge. “Pidge, Ilun, stay here. Thace, get your kits. Everyone else… Arm yourselves and come with me. Lance, take Ilun’s bow.”

Lance already has Ilun’s bow, an arrow nocked and ready. More shrieks, but the screams have died down. Instead, elk are grunting anxiously, wolves growling and snarling. Mashan comes in, her younger siblings in tow. They’re immediately beset by Thace and Ulaz, checking over their kits for wounds and such.

“Daddy,” Mashan squeaks. “There’s- It’s outside.”

“We know, kitten. Stay here with Ilun and Pidge, okay?” Ulaz turns to his mate. “You stay too. You’re needed.”

Thace nods, not even arguing as he attempts to soothe his children. Lance follows the other Galra into the abandoned square. The citizens, including the hunters, have retreated indoors, apparently unwilling to face whatever made that awful shriek. The night air crackles, the hunting party’s animals are tense, nervous. Wolves taking a protective stance over their cubs, elk dancing where they’re tied for the night.

Keith presses up against his back, and Lance can feel him trembling. As if the restless tension isn’t enough to clue him in, the realization that Keith, fearless, semi-feral warrior prince who lifts grown Alteans off their feet and throws people across training yards, is scared.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lance sees a large shadow leap from the top of one den to another. Turning, he sees another shadow on his other side. There’s two, whatever they are. One lunges at a nearby elk, long fingers and arms diving down the animals throat, pulling its organs through its mouth. To say a chill courses through Lance’s veins would be an understatement. He understands the fear of the seasoned warriors around him. Noting that ends life in such a horrific way could be anything other than terrifying.

His heart is throbbing in his chest, but his hands remain steady. This is why these things are here. They followed the scent of food.

“Lance, stay close to me.”

“I will. I’ve got your back, beloved. I’ve got this.” He’s relieved when Keith doesn’t voice any doubts.

Granted, Keith doesn’t have time to voice anything before one of the creatures lands right in front of Lance. It’s horrifying. A long, thick tail; loose, hanging skin; four, bloody, long-fingered limbs; a dozen or so eyes swaying on stalks, turning in every direction- it doesn’t have a blind spot. It’s face is a collection of small, armored plates surrounding a beak dripping with blood.

The kronil lunges, long-fingered hands reaching for him. Lance ducks out of the way just in time, pulling Keith with him. In his peripheral vision, Lotor, Vrek, and Ulaz are engaging the other beast. No one else is around. They’re all hidden in their homes.

The kronil’s blood-slicked fingers miss Keith’s face by inches. If Lance hadn’t pulled him out of the way… Not something the prince wants to think about. Keith twists, swiping at the animal, but it dodges again, letting out a enrages scream, like daggers scraping down a pane of glass.

As the beast turns back to them again, Keith facing off this time, Lance realizes that this could be a problem. Keith has a sword, not a bow. The kronil’s vicious hands will reach him before he can deliver a killing blow.

“Keith?”

“Yeah?” The animal circles them, trying to find an opening where there’s not a weapon in the way.

“I know you think I’m a bad fighter, but I want you to stay at my back and I’m gonna square off, okay?”

“Okay.”

Lance finds himself facing the kronil, staring it down. He has two choices, keep his bow ready and wait for the beast to finally make a move, hoping he can kill it before it reaches him, or he can try shooting it from here and risking it dodging, leaving him slow to defend himself.

“Okay, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to shoot at it. It’s going to lunge for me, you come in from the side and slice its hands off. Then, we kill it.”

“Sounds good. Do it.”

Lance considers the circling beast, eyeing the long fingers that wanted to reach down his throat and pull his insides to the outside. If he shoots at its hands, he could still get a beak to the throat. What he needs to do is slow it down. What he needs to do is…

He spies the primary eye that the kronil is using to watch them. It’s larger than the others, swaying, hovering as it moves with them. Decision made, Lance fires, arrow slicing cleanly through the eye. The animal shrieks, shaking its head. Enraged, it leaps at the couple, Keith leaping to the side, sword slicing up through the animal’s arms as Lance dodges its sharp beak, firing another arrow into the side of its head, missing Keith’s cheek by a finger’s width. Keith's sword plunges through the top of its armored head, and blood splatters over both of them, slick and warm

On the opposite side of the square, Lotor’s on the other, larger kronil’s back, twisting it into the beast’s heart. Seeing the fight is over, Lance turns to Keith just in time for the young Galra to pull him into an embrace.

“Hey, beloved. I’m alright. I’m alright.” He squeezes his spouse back regardless. “You’re not hurt at all, are you?”

“No, I-”

“Help! I need some help!”

Lance and Keith take off, trusting the others to secure the area. It’s another hunter, inspecting a glassy-eyed she-wolf, her belly ripped open, blood and milk pooling beneath her. Around her, a litter of cubs, dead.

Keith tugs frantically on Lance’s arm. “Fix it. You can fix her!”

“No,” Lance murmurs. “I can’t.”

“Why not?!” The hunter demands, purple fingers digging into their palms, claws shedding their blood. Keith whimpers, tugging at his clothes. Galra filtering into the square seem equally distraught.

“She’s in shock,” Lance explains, kneeling in the wolf’s puddle, laying a hand on her head. He closes his eyes, threading quintessence through her fading body. “Even if I could fix her, she wouldn’t live. Rapid healing is traumatic, and she can’t handle it… I’m sorry-”

Lance’s eyes flutter, quintessence pooling, glowing beneath his lids, beneath his scales. His pointed ears twitch, mouth curving into a deeper frown. “There’s…” His glowing eyes open, and he reaches beneath the she-wolf, pulling out a small, bloodied cub, stirring weakly in his hand. “Oh, you good mama,” Lance breathes, running a sticky, wet hand over her fur. “You did such a good job.”

Quite suddenly desperate, Lance sets the weak, bleeding pup down in front of the she-wolf’s nose, hoping it stirs something in her. It doesn’t. His heart drops, even in the fact of something he already knew was inevitable.

Life is hard without a mother.

“I’m so sorry, mama. You tried so hard.” Lance lifts his gaze to the heart-broken hunter, still cradling their wolf’s head in their lap. “There’s nothing I can do for her, but I can honor her sacrifice. I can take what’s left of her, and use it to save her cub.”

The hunter nods. “If you can do something, do it.”

Lance nods, draws in a shuddering breath.

“She’s not in pain. She’s too much in shock to feel anything. This will be easy for her. And kind,” Lance promises.

The hunter bows his head, grieving for the loss of their loyal friend.

Summoning his courage, Lance closes his eyes again, drawing his quintessence to tips of his fingers. Keith’s kneeling just behind him, cheek pressed in between his shoulder blades. Realizing just how affected his spouse is, Lance senses the gravity of this animal’s death, the importance her life held for the people.

Drawing on his love for the man at his back, Lance siphons the last of the she-wolf’s energy, threading it into the cub in his hand. When the mother’s life is depleted, he cradles the cub to his chest, sewing his small, damaged body back together as slowly, gently, and carefully as he can.

Lance only heals the cub to the point that it’s out of danger. Once its life is no longer in question, he hands it to the hunter. “He will need splints on his hind legs, and should be confined to a very small, soft space for the night. I can finish healing him tomorrow, when he’s recovered more.”

The hunter nods, carries the cub inside. A pair of hunters lift the she-wolf’s body, carrying her way. Lance turns to Keith, smiling wanly. “Thank you for your help, beloved.”

Keith shakes his head, presses their foreheads together, thumbs brushing over scales. “You have no idea what you just did, but you did it, and I love you for that. That, and so many other things.”

“I love you too, beloved.” Lance tips his head to kiss Keith’s lips. “Come on. We should go home and clean up. We’re all bloodied.”

“Yeah. Yeah, we should.”

Lance doesn’t miss an unfamiliar glow in Keith’s eyes, nor the way the Galra takes his hand first, before Lance has even offered it. Instead of mentioning it, he lets Keith’s tail wrap around his ankle, keeping close against the cold of night as they check on everyone before parting ways.

Daibazaal is dangerous, but he’s never been in safer hands.

[kiarawantstodie]

Thace may not be Keith's father but I know he'll be my Daddy

[5am-moonlight]

Can you write a fluff piece with Dad!Keith playing with his baby boy (all cute and chubs) and his wife!reader?

Keef!!! Papa!! Up up!!" You laughed as your son was pestering his dad, who was trying to close an alliance deal with a planet in the galaxy over. Tex, named after his grandfather, Keith's dad, had just turned three years old and he was absolutely enamoured by his father. He followed him everywhere, you even found him trying on his Keith's Admiral uniform blazer, which you took a picture of that Keith now keeps in his credit card pouch. Physically, Tex looks alot like you, but he inherited his daddy's doe-like violet eyes. You've also discovered his eyes have a retroreflector, like a cat, which nearly cause you to body slam your own child when you woke up and he was standing right next to you with glowing eyes. Keith didn't believe you until he woke up with his son sittting on his chest looking down on him and the almighty scream your 28 year old husband let out still makes you laugh if you think about it too long. His skin is more similar to yours, but in certain light it has a very slight purple tint. He has extremely long, thick eyelashes, and has unfortunately perfected his "puppy eyes" which Keith is all but immune too. He's also incredibly clever, and picked up that his daddy's name wasn't actually 'daddy' or 'papa'. You think he heard Lance or Krolia say his name and now whenever Tex wants something he'll call his daddy by his name, except, he can't actually say it, so it comes out 'Keef' and it honestly makes your heart soar.

Currently, he was in Keith's arms, poking at his cheeks while Keith was trying to keep a straight face and continue the call. Out of all the things that made you love your husband so wholly, the fact he would never put work before his family was always the thing that made you fall in love with him time and time again. He would never say excuses for being late, and if Tex was pestering him in the middle of a call, he would always see if he was okay, and usually let him stay during the call, holding him or just letting him play quietly on the floor.

You remember when you discovered you were pregnant, and when you told Keith.

He had been so excited, finally glad to have a chance to give someone the childhood he never had. He had also been terrified. He was so incredibly worried that he wouldn't live up to expectations and he would fail his child, but you had been quick to dispel that, telling him you knew how much of a good man he was, and how much he loved you and his child already. He had even asked you if you could wait, until Tex was old enough, so that we could attend your wedding as a ring bearer and be involved. You guys had yet to be married, engaged for nearly four years, and you thought it was perfect. Of course, everything had it's wonky bits, like when Tex caught whooping cough shortly after he was born and you and Keith were distraught for weeks after. He has been fine, the wonder of Galra/Alien medication but it was a taxing time. During that, you and Keith hadn't had the time to speak for a while, and once you were cleared to take Tex home, you nearly collapsed from stress. He immediately made you go to sleep, and promised he would join you once he put Tex down for a nap. You woke in the middle of the night, and Keith hadn't been there, which made you incredibly sad because after everything you just missed him. You had wandered into the sitting room, and saw Keith asleep on the couch, a book of fairytales from your childhood open on his chest. The cot for the baby was pushed right up next to it, and the side was off so he could keep an eye on his son. The memory, though painful, always made you feel so warm and loved, and you knew without any doubt that Keith would always be there, and be an amazing dad.

Telling Krolia you were pregnant had been a whole different story. She'd be overjoyed, of course but the Galra have a ton of different traditions when it comes to pregnancies. Once you'd smoothed out that no, you weren't going to give birth in 6 weeks, and no humans can't detect the gender of a baby by scent, it went fairly smoothly. You had been a bit scared that Tex might be a little frightened of the Galra, especially the Blade members, as they towered over you all at 8ft tall, with their ears and deep fur and claws. But, Tex was absolutely fine with them. He kept on calling Thace "Kitty!! Fluffy Kitty!!" Which made Keith laugh so hard he'd have to leave the room, and now whenever Keith is on call with Blade business, Tex makes grabby hands at the holo-screen and giggles "Kitty!! Hello big kitty!!!" Which, in the middle of genuine serious meetings, isn't the most formal but it makes everyone chuckle, and does infact relieve some of the tension in the room, and usually when Keith is stressed about new diplomatic agreements, you'll just strategically place Tex into the room with him, so he'll help ease the air of the call. It's hard to argue against inter-planitary allegiances or the value/ trustworthyness (since some planets are still wary of the galra) of the Marmora group when theres a tiny baby in the arms of what is essentially to him a very big teddy bear. You and Keith hadn't yet told him his heritage, although he was aware the Krolia was his grandmother, you doubt he was old enough to realise what that actually meant yet. Still, for now, you had all you could have hoped for.

[ancient-moonlight]

☪ ★ ☆  http://ancient-moonlight.deviantart.com/ ★ ☆ ☪

I’m in a VLD Phase and i found a Sexy Space Daddy but then he died, Looooord please bring him back in Season 3 ! what is the point of makeing him so fabulous if you were gonna kill him. no he will return. he must ! 

Art is Miiine ~ 

[braincoins]

It’d been unfortunate enough to see Lotor home. Shiro had been hoping he’d be out with one of his many hangers-on, thus allowing him the access he needed. But no, the lights were on and the playboy was home... 

... with Allura.

It still stung. Even with all the times she’d said he was just a friend, it stung. Shiro wasn’t used to being jealous at all, let alone this jealous. But it was Allura and it was Lotor, and he always had to swallow it down like heartburn. Especially when she was dressed like that.

That subtly-sparkling sky blue dress that showed off her figure and reminded him of (one of) the color(s) of her eyes - her real eyes, anyway. That dress that he somehow always saw her in when she was with Lotor, when she was claiming it wasn’t a date. She’d never worn it for him, and a fresh surge of irrational jealousy rose within him.

So he took her for a night out. Doubtless he wants to use it as an excuse to try to get into her pants - or up her skirt, as the case may be - but she’s not going to let him. 

And, honestly? He hoped she did have a good time. She deserved it. He wished he were the one showing it to her, but that was never going to happen. Not this kind of good time: fancy dresses and penthouse balconies overlooking the city. His dates with Allura had always been cheap (or moderately-priced) food, maybe a movie. They’d stayed in a lot, and while it was hard to regret all the time he’d spent with her - and with her, in her bed or his - it made him wish he’d thought up more to do, that he had the money to treat her like the princess she was in his eyes.

Lotor gave her champagne, and Shiro watched her take a seat. Lotor sat close, naturally, taking advantage of the loveseat’s smaller size to press his proximity. Back off, she’s not interested. But he wished he could hear the conversation.

And then...

He almost teleported home, home home, back to his apartment, and it was only the sick twisted desire to watch that kept him in place. Like watching a car accident. 

This is an accident, right? This isn’t happening, this isn’t... She said... YOU SAID... 

It wasn’t an accident, but it didn’t look especially passionate. And she clearly was done with the evening at the end of it. But it didn’t change the fact that she hadn’t pulled away, hadn’t turned to let him run his lips into her cheek instead. And Shiro felt cold and empty inside watching the love of his life kiss a man who he was convinced was a criminal.

Silver lining: they’re leaving. Lotor left his lights on as they descended in the elevator, and Shiro seized the moment. Focus up. You can cry yourself to sleep on Iverson’s couch later.

From this rooftop, it was easy to see his way into Lotor’s penthouse. It looked like there was a bedroom, a bathroom, and everything else was open concept: living room, kitchen, dining room, and an office space all in the same large area. He went for the desk.

“Killdevil, are you there?” he asked quietly. He didn’t have access to any new Altean tech at the moment, but he still had good ol’ Bluetooth.

“Gotcha, Sunblade. You find a way in?”

“Yes,” he said, not going into details. He didn’t need everyone to know he was Paladin. “You’re sure this thing will work like you said?”

“You doubt me? I’m wounded.”

Shiro opened a cabinet door in the base of the desk and found the computer tower. “Found it.” He started tugging it out to get at the back.

“And the best part is, I used proprietary Galra tech. If he finds it, he’ll just think Daddy’s spying on him, not you.”

“That is a pretty nice benefit,” he agreed, pulling out what Krolia had given him. It was only slightly larger than the USB dongle used for a wireless mouse. 

“This is a pretty good computer,” he commented as he plugged it into a port in the back. “If this were still 2013 and all I wanted to do was play Bejeweled.”

Thace snickered. “I’m kinda glad he doesn’t game with us, y’know?”

“If he does, he’s at walking speed even when he’s mounted.” He pushed the tower back into place and closed the door. “Now for the next little surprise...”

“Do you need a ladder?”

“Nah, I think I got this. Maybe.” This was going to be difficult.

He’d proven the “teleport to the same spot over and over again” worked long ago with the disastrous Galra office break-in, but he’d never had to do something while doing it (other than hold onto Starlight - and that sent a knife twisting through him again, memories flashing of her in his arms interspersed with Lotor kissing her), and he wasn’t sure if it’d work. But no time like the present to test it.

He took out the bug Thace had put together and teleported to the light fixture above the main seating area - and again and again, to keep himself “hovering.” The light fixture seemed to almost blink in and out of existence but it was always in the same place every time, and he reached his hand out and...

It works. It was like watching himself move in a strobe light, and he fumbled a little, but he was able to plant the bug easily. “Done.”

“I wish we could get his phone,” Thace complained in his ear.

“Same,” he replied, setting himself back down on the ground. “But we’ll make do with what we have.” 

“The DA can’t use any of this, you know.”

“I know. But if I can find out who he’s meeting with, who he’s talking to, then I can go at them.”

“Go at them? Dude, you’re a reporter.”

“Not literally,” he replied hastily. “I’m not gonna go beat up drug lords or anything.” Anymore. Because I’ve already beaten up enough of them and they haven’t been able to give me much.

“Just making sure.”

“Aww, Killdevil, I didn’t know you cared.”

“Hey, you’re one of the few who can give me a run for my money in the Arena. Good opponents are hard to find.”

“True enough. Okay, I’m done. I’m getting out of here.”

“I’ll let you know what I get. Through the usual channels.”

“Right. And say hi to the boyfriend for me.”

Thace laughed and his voice grew quiet, turning away from the phone. “He says hi.” After a moment, his voice was back in full volume. “He says hi and he also wants you to be careful.”

“Well, if I’m not, I know who to turn to.” He ended the call and was almost instantly back in his dark, empty apartment again. 

His uniform slithered away, back into the arm, and he was in his civilian clothes again. His apartment had been tossed by Galra (or their agents) long ago. He left it the way it was, in case they came back. It had to look abandoned. But he paid the rent, paid the electricity - it was starting to get cold out, and he didn’t want the pipes to freeze when winter started - made sure it was still here for him. Because he was going to come back eventually.

He walked into his bedroom, laid down on the slightly-askew mattress, sheets and bedclothes tossed on the floor. He stared up at the ceiling and tried not to remember her smile, her laugh, the taste of her lips - that Lotor had now sampled, with her consent - the warmth of her in his arms. What she looked like when she was fully herself and asleep, guard down, peaceful, content.

It’d been months now. He’d thought... he’d thought she’d get the help she needed so she could come back to him. He thought she wanted that, wanted him, loved him as much as he loved her. 

He laid there in the dark and closed his eyes, his entire being centered on the ache in his heart.

{The Adventures of Starlight & Paladin}

[rubymoon-snape]

Adoption

Author Note: This is AU, where Thace, Ulaz, and Antok survived. Keith considers the BoM his pack, and they consider Keith their kit.  Krairl is an original character. In this AU, Keith is able to shift from a completely human form to a half-Galran form.

Tags: DoM, Daddy Keith, OC Galran Kit, Skeptical Paladins but they come around

Keith was never more grateful that Red could fly herself than he was at that moment. His lion was flying herself back to the castle ship, which allowed him to focus all his attention on the precious little one cradled against his chest.

He and the Paladins had been on an infiltration and data retrieval mission, when Keith heard a kit's distressed cry. He couldn't ignore it and went to investigate. He located the kit easily enough, but his heart broke when he saw the kit's condition. She was all alone in the dark in a dilapidated crib in only a diaper. He immediately shifted to a complete Galra hybrid form and took of his helmet, purring to the little kit. She stopped whining and looked at him. He held his arms out as he slowly approached her. She held her stubby little arms out for him to pick her up. He scooped her up and put her nose close to his neck, near his scent glands. As she nosed his neck, Keith's eyes darted around the room. There were no adult Galra on the ship, which meant the kit was abandoned! The very idea made Keith's blood boil. He knew how it felt to be abandoned, though his case was unique. He didn't blame his mom for leaving to protect him or his dad for dying in the fire that consumed their home or even Shiro for getting kidnapped during the Kerberos mission. The ones he blamed were the foster families that continuously returned him after a few months of trying to raise him. He hadn't deserved it, and he was determined to make sure this kit grew up loved.

He stroked her headfur and carried her out of the room, heading in the direction of his team, the little kit letting out very soft whimpers every so often to which Keith replied with soothing purrs. The team was surprised to see Keith had shifted, since he normally didn't do that on missions, and was carrying a Galran kit.

"Keith, what do you have there?" Shiro asked cautiously.

"An abandoned kit," was the too calm reply. The Paladins recognized that tone. Keith only used that tone when he was trying to rein in his anger or frustration.

"Are you sure it's abandoned?" Lance questioned.

Keith's eyes flashed yellow and he stopped purring for a dobosh. The kit in his arms whimpered, causing Keith to resume his purring, and he nuzzled her head gently. His purr was heard in his voice, which made his voice sound strange. "She was abandoned, but not any longer. She will come with us."

"The castle isn't a good place to raise a child," Shiro pointed out.

"I will not discuss this any further, especially here. We're going to Red."

Keith carried his kit towards his lion, who purred in his mind. "Who is this, cub?"

"She was abandoned here on this ship, but now, she has me to care for her."

"Come inside, cub. I will fly back to the castle while you look after her." Red knelt down so Keith could enter her mouth. He was pleasantly surprised when he entered her cockpit to see that her lights were lowered, so it wouldn't overwhelm the kit.

While Red flew towards the castle, Keith looked at the kit properly and was surprised. Aside from a couple of details, she looked quite similar to him while he was in his complete hybrid form. They both had fluffy ears, a tail, and short lavender colored fur. Their eyes were the same as well, violet irises with black pupils and yellow sclera. Her headfur looked strange though. It looked like someone had chopped it super short in some areas but left others long and tangled. Keith groomed her headfur the best he could, and by the time they landed at the castle, the kit was looking much better.

Keith quickly changed out of his Paladin armor and into a pair of comfortable black pants that were made out of a knit-type of material and a short sleeved black shirt that was made out of some type of soft material. Both articles of clothing were bought at the Space Mall when he was with the Blades. His pack had been appalled at his lack of clothing and had taken him shopping and bought him several outfits and materials for his private nest at the castle. His little kit had looked around his room in fascination from his nest as he quickly changed clothes. When he scooped her back up, she felt his shirt and chirped in surprise at the texture of the shirt, especially compared to his fur. He cradled her close to his chest, his tail coming up to add another layer of security for her. Keith wasn't expecting her to grab ahold of his tail, but he didn't yank it away either. It was rather endearing yet heartbreaking that the kit was making sure Keith wasn't going anywhere without her.

The Red Paladin carried his kit to the bridge, where the other Paladins were filling in Allura and Coran as to what happened. Allura lifted her eyes when Keith entered the bridge and gasped slightly. Her eyes flicked between Keith and the little kit, noticing the numerous similarities between the two.

"Allura, before you say anything, she is not biologically mine, but I am going to raise her."

"It was abandoned?"

"Yes. She was."

"Galra don't abandon their kits without a good reason. Maybe putting it back would be the best course of action."

Keith's eyes flashed yellow again, but he couldn't help but growl. The little kit mewled in response to the growl, causing Keith to stop growling. He nuzzled her neck gently, making a strange humming sound, which seemed to soothe the kit. His tail rubbed up and down her back as he looked back up at Allura. "With all due respect, Princess, I refuse to abandon this kit to the fate her biological parents had. She is mine now, and if you do not permit this, I will take her with me to headquarters and raise her there. You will still have enough Paladins to form Voltron without me, so it is no inconvenience to you either way."

Allura remained quiet, but Keith didn't miss the way her shoulders tensed. He frowned. "Then, I am going to contact Kolivan."

"Wait a dobosh, number four," Coran interrupted. "Before you do, may I perform a scan on your new kit? Just to make sure it is safe for her to travel."

"As long as these scans don't cause her pain and can be done in my arms."

"Oh yes. They are quite harmless, and I wouldn't dream of removing a new kit from her parent's arms." Coran led Keith to the infirmary. "However, it might even be more beneficial to your bond with her, if she could feel your fur against hers."

"Are you suggesting I remove my shirt?"

"Galran kits require touch, and the easiest way for one so small to get as much as she can is to remove your shirt." Coran took out a handheld scanner. "Now, just hold her still for a dobosh."

He scanned the tiny kit quickly and efficiently. While they waited for the results, Coran assisted Keith in not only taking off his shirt but also changing the kit's diaper, while not disturbing the kit more than absolutely necessary. Once Keith had his shirt off, his kit seemed to be even calmer than before, a very soft purr coming from her tiny form. Keith lifted his gaze from his kit to Coran's face with amazement evident on his face. "How did you know that?"

"Back before the war began, I would see Galran parents do that with their kits."

Cradling his kit even closer, Keith asked, "What would make someone abandon their own flesh and blood?"

"I do not know, number four, because according to these readings, she is extremely healthy." There was a dobosh of silence between the two of them before Coran inquired, "What are you going to name her?"

Keith paused. What was he going to name her? "I'm not sure. I want her to have a Galran name that starts with a 'K,' but I'm not good with names."

Coran smiled at Keith. "That's alright, Keith. Maybe your pack can suggest some names for your little one."

Keith smiled. "Would you be able to convince Allura to wormhole us to headquarters, so I don't have to pilot and hold her," Keith nodded towards the now napping kit in his arms, "at the same time."

"I'm sure I can manage something." Coran draped Keith's shirt over his back, securing it so it wouldn't fall off. "Go ahead and contact Kolivan, so he will be expecting you."

Keith left the infirmary without jostling the kit, who simply snuggled further into his chest, relishing in the contact. Keith made it back to his room and sat down in his nest with his kit easily seen in the data pad he held in front of him. He initiated the video call to the leader of the Blades.

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Kolivan was in his office, going over reports from his operatives, and wasn't expecting a video call request from his kit. He set aside the reports and answered the call. He was surprised to see his kit in his half-Galran form, shirtless, and with a tiny Galran kit snuggled up against his chest.

"Keith?"

"Kolivan, I am coming in. I found this kit abandoned while on a mission. Allura wanted me to put her back on the empty ship." Keith paused here, letting Kolivan growl. "Obviously, I refused to do that."

"Bring her here, kit. We will assist you in her care."

Keith smiled. "Thank you, Kolivan."

"You're welcome, kit. What is her name?"

"I haven't named her yet. I was wanting a Galran name that starts with a 'K.'"

"And you don't know any."

"Would you guys be able to come up with some I can choose from?"

"Certainly, kit. We look forward to your return." The link was closed, and Keith let out a sigh before setting about to packing. He had a few more things to pack than before due to his pack buying him things. He packed all of his clothes (except the Red Paladin armor, Red Altean Pajamas, and Red Lion Slippers) and his nesting materials. He had just finished packing and had grabbed his bag with his tail when there was a knock on his door. He walked to the door, which opened revealing Hunk on the other side. The Yellow Paladin seemed to deflate when he saw the bag Keith was holding with his tail.

"So, you're really leaving?"

"Yes. Unless Allura changes her mind, I will be raising my kit with the Blades full time."

Hunk looked down at the little kit, who was snuggled against her Dad's furry chest, softly purring. "Uh, why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

"Coran told me that kits need...fur-to-fur contact, I guess is the best term, and this is the easiest way to ensure that."

Hunk nodded. "Can I...pet her? No, that's not the right word. Touch her fur? No, that's not right either."

Keith grinned. "I know what you're asking, big guy. Go ahead. Just be very gentle. I recommend using one finger."

Hunk very carefully trailed one finger down the kit's back. "She's so soft, like a kitten." He turned his attention back to Keith. "Listen, since you aren't staying, are we allowed to contact you?"

Keith's eyes softened. "Of course. I have the data pad that Pidge made for all of us, and I welcome calls from you guys."

Hunk looked like he wanted to sweep Keith up in a tight hug but didn't want to hurt the kit. Keith set his bag down and wrapped his tail around Hunk's waist, tugging him close to his side. Hunk took the hint and wrapped an arm around Keith's shoulders and gave them a tight squeeze. "We'll miss you, man."

"I'll miss you guys too, but she needs me." Keith unwrapped his tail, which signaled Hunk to release his grip on Keith's shoulders. Keith picked up his bag with his tail.

"I can carry that for you if you'd like," Hunk offered.

Keith paused. Having Hunk carry his bag would allow his kit to hold onto his tail. He held his bag out for Hunk to take, which he did. He brought his tail forward and allowed his kit to grab ahold of his tail and snuggle it. "Thanks, buddy."

"Aww! She really loves your tail."

"I thought it was because she didn't want me to put her down," Keith said as they started walking.

"Do you mean you haven't put her down? Not even to change clothes?"

Keith thought about that. He had put her down in his room, and she didn't fuss. "I guess she felt safe in my nest."

"It was probably your scent surrounding her," a new voice spoke up.

Keith looked up to see the team, Allura, and Coran waiting for him in the hangar, where a Marmoran pod was docking. The one who had spoken was actually Pidge.

"You guys didn't have to see us off."

"Nonsense, Mullet," Lance replied. "You know we're going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you guys too, but like I told Hunk, my kit is my top priority now. She deserves a loving home, and she'll have that with the Blades, with me."

"Then, she'll have all the love she needs and more," Shiro responded. "We wish you all the luck, Keith, but I doubt you'll need it with your pack to help you." Shiro gestured to the pod and the Marmoran exiting it.

Keith grinned. It was Kolivan! Kolivan walked over to his kit and nuzzled him in greeting. Keith nuzzled back and turned slightly so Kolivan could greet his daughter in a similar fashion. Kolivan used one claw to stroke the little kit's headfur. She slowly blinked at the Galra who was essentially her grandfather and chirped at him. He smiled and rumbled to her. She settled back into her Dad's arms with a purr.

"I came to get you so you wouldn't have to pilot and hold her at the same time, my kit. The path is treacherous enough without a young kit in your arms."

"I appreciate that, Kolivan. Thank you."

"We should leave before the path closes."

Keith nodded and started to follow his leader to the pod but paused when he heard Allura call out his name. "Keith!"

He turned around and watched as Allura approached him. "Yes?"

"I just wanted to apologize for angering you earlier. This situation is an unusual one."

"I appreciate your apology, Princess, but I am not staying. Shiro was right earlier when he said that the castle is not the best place to raise a kit. Perhaps visiting would be possible, but for now, I should take my kit to her new home."

"Be safe, Keith. I hope to at least hear from you soon."

Keith continued into the Marmoran pod and settled into a seat while Kolivan started the launch procedures. Once they were complete, Kolivan piloted the pod out of the castle and through the narrow path to the headquarters. All the while, Keith was cuddling with his kit as his thoughts were swirling in his head, creating a maelstrom which made it hard to focus on one thought. The situation was finally catching up to him, and it made him feel exhausted. He had been running on adrenaline and following his instincts this entire time. He forced himself to stay awake while Kolivan landed the pod in the hangar.

Kolivan realized that Keith was tired as he powered down the pod. He carefully led his kit down the ramp, and once they were away from the pod, he scooped Keith up into his arms, making sure his kit had a secure hold of his little kit. The tick Keith felt Kolivan pick him up, he knew his father would ensure he made it to the nest safely.

Kolivan entered the nest room and set Keith gently into the nest before climbing in himself. He settled in behind Keith, nuzzling his kit's neck. Keith purred and noticed that the rest of his pack (Antok, Thace, and Ulaz) were there. The three other adult Galra gathered around him and his little one.

"She's so tiny," Thace mentioned.

"Where did you find her?" Antok asked.

"She is adorable." Ulaz remarked.

"I found her abandoned on a Galra ship the Paladins infiltrated. She was so scared and crying. I couldn't leave her there. I rescued her, but the Paladins, mostly Allura, didn't want me to keep her. So, I left to raise her here with my pack." Keith smiled at his four father figures. "I just need a name for my kit; a Galran name that starts with a 'K.'"

"We actually have one that means 'bright light.' Krairl," Thace suggested.

"Krairl...Krairl...it's perfect." Keith looked down at his kit. "My little Krairl. She's definitely a bright light in my life." Keith yawned.

"You are tired, my kit," Kolivan stated. "You and Krairl sleep. We will watch over you."

Keith curled around his little kit as they drifted off to sleep surrounded by their pack, safe and sound.

Fin

[ao3feedshklance]

The Empire

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by leadernovaandthemacabre

Lance is a socialite and informant on the brink of terraforming Voltron’s new society. To that end, he wants to raise his perfect successor. His husband however is wary to start their new family, pussyfooting in his duty to find the right alpha to impregnate them. Tired of Keith’s hesitance, Lance buys an alpha himself.

To the horror of everyone involved however, he’s purchased the bloodthirsty, ruthless, indomitable Champion…

Words: 25279, Chapters: 2/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Lance, Keith, Shiro, Sendak, Haxus, Jenka, Kolivan, Krolia - Character, antok, Thace, Hunk, Pidge, Matt, Sam, Allura, Alfor, melenor, Zarkon, Veronica, Rachel, Luis, Marco, Ilun, Vrek, Curtis, Adam, zethrid, ezor, Narti, Reyner, Lubos, Bandor, Romelle, Ladnok, Regris

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith/Lance/Shiro (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Ancient World AU, Post-apocalyptic AU, Bodyguard AU, Sugar Daddy AU, Roman Empire influences, Mayan Empire influences, Caribbean Colony influences, Omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics, Sexism, Racism, Colourism, politicking, Slavery, omega are at the top of the hierarchy, alpha are at the bottom of the hierarchy, alpha are slaves, it takes all three sexes to procreate, Non-traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Polygamy, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Polygamy Negotiations, there is a LOT of talking, lactating males, Mpreg, Heats, ruts, anyone can give bonding marks, hard of hearing Keith, deaf keith, lance has ADHD, Polyglot Lance, Shiro has PTSD, comfort and angst, brief sexual harrassment, dub con, Explicit Consent, Language Barrier, Sign Language, First Time, Oviposition, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, strangers to friends-with-benefits to lovers, Emotional Manipulation, wherever Sendak is mentioned dub-con is featured, Assault, knives brought to gunfights, underground fighting rings, Age Difference, Platonic Kissing, no beta we die like men, clothes are not gendered, Semi-Public Sex, Falling In Love, Romance, Seduction, Additional Tags to Be Added

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