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)
trigger warnings// suicidal ideologies, war, blood, injury etc. (general Blade of Marmora stuff)
“GIVE IT BACK!”
Kolivan effortlessly dodged once again, Keith’s new sword that felt wrong in his hands barely grazing the long braid he wore that hung behind him. He adjusted his grip with a twist of his wrist but Kolivan simply backhanded him away, his strike not even grazing him.
“Emotions are a luxury we can’t afford,” Kolivan warned as he unbalanced Keith with a simple kick to the back of his knees. “You are attached to this blade; it is all you have left of your world. But that planet is gone, nothing but dust and rubble lost to the empty expanse of space. You must accept that if you are to survive here.”
His bones ached and throbbed but he still got to his feet, charging again like it was second nature. Kolivan punched him and he couldn’t tell where, the impact feeling all too similar to the rest of his body which he was sure was becoming a giant bruise.
With every hit he learned to roll with the impact better, getting up faster and faster, not allowing Kolivan a second to breathe. He punched while he deflected Kolivan’s weapon and missed. He kicked before he striked, learning and adapting based on what he saw Kolivan do. Not that it mattered. Keith hadn’t even managed to land one hit.
Keith had been told all his life by his father that he could do anything if he just set his mind to it. His dad had never lied before but Keith was starting to doubt it all the same. He wanted more than anything in the world, no the universe, to beat Kolivan, to get his knife, the only thing he had left, back and he would spill as much blood as he needed to get it back-
He had convinced himself that the reason he was failing was because this knife wasn’t his, it was similar but wrong, it fit into his hand wrong, it set against his belt wrong, it was too heavy and too light and at the same time, and it was all wrong. Kolivan could be beaten, he could escape, he could go back to a home that wasn’t there if he could just win but that was wrong too.
Keith could listen to his dad’s raspy voice again if he could hit harder. He could watch the sky bleed from twilight to dusk again on the porch if he could just move faster. He could feel wind in his hair and the ground rushing past him on his dad’s bike if he could just win.
A daze had taken over him, a delusional obsession deep in his gut that he believed with every fiber of his being that if he just did enough he could go home. He didn’t want to remember the fleets blocking out the sky, his father’s panicked voice, the tremors shaking the ground, the running, the smoke, the fire illuminating the blue glow of two crescents beneath cheeks as blood mixed with ash and his knife gleamed a little duller.
He had run away from it all, taken to a ship he didn’t recognize, pressed against people he didn’t know, drowning on dry land trying to breathe above the crowd towering over him-
And then Kolivan was there, a firm presence at his side that was wrong. It shouldn’t have been claws against his shoulder, it should have been his dad’s calloused hands. It shouldn’t be a pale multicolored face with a scar that ran down the side, it should have been his father’s with a nick above his eyebrow. He wanted to run, to feel sand under his feet, and run away as fast and far as he could because everything was wrong and nothing was going to change that.
More than anything he was angry. More than that he was exhausted and he couldn’t run from that anymore as he sank to his knees, gasping for breath. It was a tiny rebellion, to show emotion when Kolivan had just told him not to. He glared up at him with all the fury his soul could produce, only for the taller Galran to kneel beside him.
“What do you want, Keith?” Kolivan asked indifferently, observing him with golden eyes.
“...I want my knife… back… it’s not… yours!” Keith heaved, scrambling to his knees.
“If you defeat me your weapon will be returned to you. But you must first learn how to defeat me. Knowledge is greater than power.” Kolivan stated so nonchalantly like it was simple. “You are powerful, you have survived through many endeavors, but you still cannot win. But you still must do what needs to be done.”
Keith’s gaze followed Kolivan’s blade as he dropped it, the sound echoing as soon as it hit the floor. He stared up in disbelief but he only waited. Keith watched the Blade lose its glow, no longer in Kolivan’s grasp. The insignia in the crossguard grew dark as he looked on impassively, waiting for the action Keith would take.
“You should have killed me by now,” Kolivan said calmly, like he knew Keith wouldn’t move. It snapped him from his shock, lunging for the hilt and crossing it with his own to rest barely an inch from Kolivan’s neck. Humiliation burned under his skin that he had to bend over to reach his height, but he still didn’t move, eyes not leaving Keith’s.
“You are granting me mercy. That was your first mistake,” Kolivan’s form blurred right in front of him and he didn’t even get the chance to nick him as Kolivan swept his legs out from under him. His stance mirrored the one Keith had taken not seconds ago, both swords hovering over his neck. Keith glared down at the swords, meeting Kolivan’s stare without flinching. It wasn’t like he had anything to lose.
“You are not powerful enough to grant mercy. You must permanently deal with your enemies to ensure they don’t hurt you or anyone else. Power is the ability to choose. The Blade of Marmora doesn’t have that option.” Kolivan lowered his sword. “Neither do you.”
Keith was quiet, no longer meeting his eyes. He only heard Kolivan sheath his own blade before setting down Keith’s own.
“Each blade is unique to every member. It is tied to your life force and bloodline. You should make your own in the forgery. Use the Luxite provided there sparingly, it is hard to gather these days.”
Before exiting Kolivan stopped, turning back to him. “Choose a new name. Your previous title has very obvious origins. I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that your species is now very coveted by Alteans and Galrans which are currently the most powerful species in the galaxy. If you are to help the Blade of Marmora avenge your planet you must become one of us. Embrace your new duty to the universe… A purpose is a very important thing here. Don’t lose sight of your own.”
It took Keith a while to realize he had even left. The words and empty warnings floated through the empty space of his mind as he laid, motionless, on the floor. What did he want? What purpose did he even have here? What was even the point of getting off this shiny, cold floor?
Keith could have pondered those questions for the rest of his life. He could give up, right here, and never move again. The others probably wouldn’t even notice, if they even cared enough to. Who could blame him? A kid, alone, literally thrown into an unknown universe. The only planet he had ever known was destroyed before his eyes by a war he couldn’t even hope to understand. What could one helpless kid abandoned by the cosmos itself hope to do?
It was at that moment Keith decided he didn’t need hope. His dad had died helping people, and Keith would die doing the same thing. He wanted to avenge his planet, his dad, his home, his memories, even if he had to give up all of them to do it. Remembering would only tether him to the moment he lost it all. He didn’t have time for that.
He forced himself to move, to crawl, to spite the world itself. The Blade of Marmora wanted to use him? Keith would use them right back to fuel the supernova of rage building in his chest. He would shed all the blood he needed to, enough to drown the stars themselves. He would destroy, maim, shatter and crush anything that got in his way. He would burn the sun itself even if it would only leave him with ashes.
It was enough. It had to be. It wasn’t like he had anything else.
Kolivan winced slightly and looked down at the round eyes of the child peeking over the edge of the table.
"Must I?" he asked gingerly.
Keith nodded solemnly. "It's gingerbread cookies, Uncle Kol. You gotta have a lot of frosting."
There was a snort from behind him as Krolia ambled through the kitchen with an axe over one shoulder. "Don't drown the thing, fellas. It'll stay soggy and be gross. Experience talking, here."
Suitably distracted from his "cookie supervision", Keith hopped down from the chair to follow his mother around the kitchen.
"Didja find a good tree, Mama?"
Krolia smirked. "Yup."
"Are Daddy and Uncle Antok trying to get it to the house?"
"Yup."
The five year old made an excited sound and dashed for the living room. "Imma get my nornaments!"
"Ornaments," Krolia corrected, laughing. She paused next to the table, where Kolivan was staring down at the completed gingerbread men with a contemplative look.
"What is the purpose of shaping the dough into vaguely Galra effigies?" he asked.
With an incredulous chuckle, Krolia sat down. "They're not Galra-anything! They're humans. That's the species on this planet. Not counting some AI stuff and maybe some animals I haven't encountered yet, they're the only sentient species here."
"Yeah," Krolia agreed, "I think sometimes they are. They'd love to know if anybody else is out there to interact with them, but at the same time they worry that they'll exhibit any of the worse generalized characteristics of their own species."
Kolivan considered this, then thought of Zarkon and the Empire. "That is a wise fear," he concluded, "They should remain unknown to the universe while they still have even this much peace."
Krolia snatched a cookie and snorted. "Don't be a pessimist. Humans adapt pretty quickly, they'd probably find a weird way to make it all work." Then she bit the cookie's head off.
Kolivan was a little appalled.
"But that's-! I just finished-! You can't just!"
And Krolia laughed again. "They're gingerbread men! That's what you're supposed to do!"
When Jack, Antok, and Keith came back into the kitchen, Kolivan was hunched protectively over the cookies he hadn't finished frosting.
"Far be it from me to criticize your ruthlessness as a species, especially in your holiday rituals," he said, "But creating and violently dismembering baked effigies of your species is just weird!"
Jack looked from his wife to her comrade and winced. "Nobody tell him about pinatas," he decided.
Thank you, Voltron, for giving me a show to laugh with, cry with, and most importantly, connect with. While there were some aspects of the show I did not like, I still thoroughly enjoyed what the show had to offer. Your characters have left an impact on me and I will continue to love them. 🖤💛💚❤💙💖💜
Emergency ask: Your a life saver hun, so me and my friends got into a pretty nasty car accident when driving home from drama rehearsal and got hit by a drunk driver. I woke up in the hospital with my knees shattered by ribs sore as fuck and rocks in my head. My friends were hurt by lived. The guy was pretty well known in our town and is pretty arrogant crude bastard, my dad heard him cursing me and said he hoped I died, dad nearly killed the guy. HC for the dads of marmora reacting to this with their babygirl.
A/N: I hope everything works ou, here you go, sending well wishes and love 💕
Kolivan
Let’s be honest if he didn’t kill that bastard he fucked him up good
Definitely cursed him out, as well as the people who associate with him
He cried while you were unconscious
When he got the call he was there, right there beside you the whole time.
You didn’t spend a moment alone
His babygirl is in the hospital, how was he supposed to leave?
Zarkon could attack and he wouldn’t budge.
He brought you anything you needed to feel more comfortable, pillows, blanks, anything from home or the store that would make you feel a little better
Stayed up most nights just in case
Ulaz
When he got the call saying you were injured he was half way across the galaxy, but he was there in the blink of an eye
There was no just fucked him up, no this man almost killed that motherfucker
Almost got arrested in the process of trying to murder him
Like kolivan he never left your side
He was no stranger to the medical process (being a doctor and all) so it didn’t freak him out too much
But he was still scared when you were unconscious
He was terrified
He didn’t sleep much while you were in the hospital
Thace
Escaping from Zarkon was not easy, this war was hard, but nothing ever scared him
He was terrified his babygirl was in the hospital.
He didn’t know your condition, he didn’t know if you were okay, so he was panicking
He was there the minute he got the phone call ( metaphorically speaking )
He was by your side the whole time you were unconscious and wouldn’t leave when you were awake
And that bastard? Thace wouldn’t tell you or anyone else what happened
But it wasn’t good
He offered to make you some tea for your ribs and head (he read somewhere, herbal tea helps soreness)
He doesn’t even know how to make tea
Antok
Antok seems like the type of guy who would kill whoever looked at you wrong
Needless to say the chance of him actually killing the drunk who hurt you is incredibly high
He was nervous to see you
He didn’t know how bad it was he just knew his baby girl was hurt
Like the rest of the blade he didn’t leave your side, he even stayed away from the war, and refused to leave until you are all better
However he did leave to get food if you wanted something that was weird hospital food
He brought you tons of exotic flowers from other planets, and tons of stuffed animals
He made your stay at the hospital as close to home as he could
