#galraexchange2017

[sugarbat]

My gift for @gitwrecked for @galraweek’s Galra Mini Exchange! They wanted a lot of my favourite ships but when I saw Kolivan and Allura, all I could think about was Allura’s Altean strength and Kolivan being both embarrassed and impressed by it.

Kolivan is sulking because his strong but small girlfriend can lift more than him and lift him. Heck, she could probably lift him while he lifts. 

He secretly likes it.

I hope you like it! ^^

[saltwife]

bonus @galraweek exchange gift for @shancers... Sendak is spotting him for a new PR :v

[oldmythos]

Galra Week Gift Exchange

This was made for @quiddid for the @galraweek exchange, i hope you enjoy my little Uliro soulmate AU! Sorry I’m a day late, I hope you forgive me <3

Ulaz was less than pleased, to say the least, when the Champion ended up on his table once more. There was only so much he could do; every time he was brought in with another cut artery, a burn, a collapsed lung, Ulaz was sure sure it would be the last. This was somehow even worse than usual.

His eyes alternated between squeezed tightly shut and pulled open wide, hazy and unfocused as he searched the ceiling for something he couldn’t quite place. He shook on the table.

(Keep reading below)

The guard that had finally made the decision to bring him in and saluted with the customary vrepit sa. He marched off before Ulaz could return the gesture; Ulaz wouldn’t have anyway.

The Champion was drenched in sweat, his tattered over-shirt clinging to the threadbare body suit, but even with the mix of liquids and darks and lighting, Ulaz could tell something was unnaturally darkening the right arm. He followed it down to the hand.

If he wasn’t a doctor, if he wasn’t used to it, if he hadn’t trained his stomach with years of practice, he would have been sick. Ulaz didn’t have much experience with humans, but that was not right the color. He held out a hand and surgical scissors appeared in it from one of his aides.

He cut the fabric away slowly as the Champion writhed, breath simultaneously heavy and weak. He cut up from the wrist, carefully, and peeled back, revealing the mottled skin.

His assistants helped with the rest of it as Ulaz inspected the arm. It was severely infected, it had to go.

Ulaz’s eyes stopped on Shiro’s wrist. There was a mark there, discolored by the infection but decidedly lilac, the same shade as his own skin. It was an elegant little thing, several thin lines giving the impression of a wing, of flight.

He had an identical mark on his own wrist.

Fascinating.

It was a shame he’d lose the arm.

Ulaz fell out of the teleporter, confused, but immediately righted himself. His ears twitched.

This place was much more blue than the small ship he’d been stranded in, the warped twinkling of the stars and the cool violet of the ship his only companions in the fold of space.

He heard a whooping and looked around, catching the yellow and green paladins hitting their hands against each other. It seemed like some sort of celebration.

Had he been saved.

He blinked up and away from them to see Shiro, the Champion, older, stronger, even more inspiring than he had been, walk forward, left hand outstretched.

“Welcome back,” he said with a smile, “I have a lot to ask you.”

Ulaz looked at the hand. He seemed to be waiting for something. Ulaz remembered moments before, the small green one and the large yellow one and their hands. Ulaz straightened himself and moved his hand in slowly to tap Shiro’s and then—

Oh, Shiro’s hand wrapped around his. What was this human tradition?

Shiro cocked his head at him and looked down at Ulaz’s hand, limp in his own. He looked like he was about to say something when his eyes widened. He flipped Ulaz’s wrist and stopped breathing for a second.

This was an odd Earthen tradition.

He looked up, and back down to the mark on his wrist. He started shaking.

Ulaz remembered Shiro’s own wrist. “You had a similar one, yes?”

The red paladin stepped up behind Shiro.

“Shiro, are you okay?” he asked. Shiro kept staring and the red one’s eyes widened with Shiro’s own.

“Your soulmate?” the red one whispered.

Shiro nodded.

“What is soulmate?” Ulaz finally asked, confused. “What is happening?”

Shiro finally caught his eyes and Ulaz saw the slight dew in their creases. The hand holding his own tightened.

“Do the Galra not have soulmates?”

Ulaz shook his head, again confused by the word that wasn’t quite translating. Shiro gave his hand one more squeeze and pulled him in for a tight embrace.

“I can tell you all about it later, but I’m so glad you’re back.”

Ulaz returned the hug. He looked forward to the explanation, but for now, it was enough to just hold the man who had saved his life in more ways than one.

[ashinan]

written for @galraweek mini exchange and for @itbespacegays who requested uliro. I went for bittersweet because of the music I was listening to so I hope that’s okay! it was such a delight writing from Kolivan’s POV for once. here’s the song for the fic

illusions I recall

Stars could not be seen beyond the base. Kolivan regretted that immensely at times, when all was bathed in blue or the shimmering purple of the shields. A steep price at times to pay for secrecy. There were small moments where the streams would part, where the dying star would be kind and the black holes would forget their duty. It was few and far between. A secret that Kolivan coveted and made time for.

The observation deck of the base was the best location to witness such a phenomena. It was there another secret stood, arms crossed, blue light aglow on his alien features. Shiro glanced over his shoulder as Kolivan entered, lips quirking up in a sign of greeting. Kolivan dipped his head in return.

“The streams will part soon,” Kolivan said softly, standing beside Shiro. “There will not be much, but it is a comfort to see the stars.”

Shiro hummed, a quiet tune of acknowledgement. “He told me about it, before.”

The constant ebb and flow of the streams washed out the base, softened the harsh purples and deep blacks into something alien, something foreign. The observation deck was wide open, allowing the light to filter through undeterred. Shiro sighed, metal fingers tight on his bicep. Kolivan caught the uncertainty flitting across Shiro’s face, the quiet pleading of his eyes as he surveyed the streams twisted amongst itself outside. He offered a small consolation: “Ulaz would be heartened by your remembrance.”

“Yeah,” Shiro said, breathed, closed his eyes as his lips pinched together. “Pretty sure he had a different idea in mind when it came to this.”

“Perhaps.” Kolivan paused as Shiro stepped forward, fingers brushing the thick glass. Blue washed over his face, brushed everything soft and indecipherable. The streams were slowing, thin tendrils of darkness pushing through the constant waves. This was Kolivan’s favourite moment, when the space outside made a bid for the inside, when darkness overwhelmed light and stars broke out in a shimmering wave. It had been Ulaz’s as well, prior to his leaving. It was unsurprising he would share his favourite moments with Shiro. It was unfortunate that he could not share them in person.

“We would make a game of it,” Kolivan offered. Shiro glanced at him. “The constellations can be seen for but a moment; many of them were unknown to the two of us. We would often name them, contest over which name was better. Ulaz rarely won.”

Shiro laughed. It was pained, a deep, watery chuckle that forced Kolivan to clutch at his wrist. The dark was gaining ground, banishing the light. The blue ebbed from Shiro’s face. “He wouldn’t step on your toes like that. I’m sure he had great ideas.”

Strange, how well Shiro knew Ulaz. They had been in contact for only a short period, if the reports were to be believed, though Ulaz had long admired the human known as Champion. Perhaps it was inevitable that he would open up to Shiro in the silence of the Thaldycon base. Perhaps he had sensed his death approaching and had wished to bequeath small parts of himself before he was lost to the stars.

Quietly releasing such morbid thoughts, Kolivan asked, “Would you care to join me in remembering him through this game?”

“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds - yeah.” Shiro pushed both palms against the glass, the lines of his back standing in stark relief as he bowed his head forward. Kolivan approached, remaining quiet to allow Shiro time. The streams whipped by, the base shimmered, and space became visible.

The stars appeared slowly, hesitant as the streams slowed enough for space to part them. Darkness flowed into open spaces, and the observation deck became a field of shimmering starlight, pinpricks burrowing into the floor and walls, into the folds of Kolivan’s shirt and the shining metal of Shiro’s arm. The brilliance of space laid bare caught in Kolivan’s chest, wrapped strands around his hearts, and settled with warmth in his stomach. So many stars. So many planets. Beyond the Blade base was infinity.

“Orion,” Shiro said, softly.

Kolivan glanced at him, before turning back to the stars. “Lishar.”

“Cassiopeia.” Shiro pressed closer to the glass, fingers fanned wide as he stared out. The stars ebbed and flowed, as tireless as the streams around them. Kolivan stepped forward, placing his palm upon the glass. Ulaz would often come up with terrible names, would mesh words and phrasing until Kolivan was forced to break his calm facade. Here, bathed in starlight with the one Ulaz had hoped to call mate, Kolivan allowed the mask to drop once more.  

“Thaldycon.”

Shiro closed his eyes. “Ulaz.”

The stars continued for only a few moments more until the streams picked up, until they washed away the starlight and the darkness, bringing back the brilliant blue of safety. The light caught on the wet sheen of Shiro’s face, on his eyes closed tight and his fingers curled against the glass. Kolivan closed his eyes momentarily, allowed grief to catch and cloud his thoughts, before he took his leave.

[puddingmcmuffin]

My piece for @galraweek‘s mini exchange! I got @eatyourgrapes, who wanted Zaggar~

These two were really fun to draw together.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[jellyfishing1116]

@your-local-dork Here’s your Uliro piece! I really liked the idea of these buff boyfriends at the beach, and suddenly everyone is jealous. @galraweek (thanks for setting this thing up)

[asrafarel]

LegolasxLoki lovechild

@songkeiths happy Galraweek! I draw you Lotor because you seemed to like him! Hope you like it! @galraweek here it is!

[lance-sanchez-blog]

Submission for Galraweek

For @captainkaltar!! @galraweek thank you for setting this up!

Lancelot, side of klance (one sided), angst, Dark Lance. This turned out way different than I expected. I hope you enjoy.

With a look, you took me. With a touch, you saved me. With a whisper, you made me realize my hopes and dreams. Being by your side, I could be great, I could make my family proud, I could finally be worth something to someone. Being with you, I could rule the galaxy. Everyone would know my name, I could be queen of the universe. I wouldn’t have to be anyone’s second choice, anyone’s back up., anyone’s fall back. By being by your side, my Prince, I could finally be loved. You told me this and more. You made me realize how unhappy and small I really am. How much better Keith is than I am. Why does everyone have a thing but me? Why can’t I be the hacker? The leader? The mechanic? Why can’t I be the chef? Why can’t I do cool things like fly into asteroid fields and black holes? Why can’t I be as beautiful as the Princess? As smart as Pidge? As strong as Shiro? Why am I the seventh wheel? I asked you this and you laughed, “You aren’t the seventh wheel,” you said with a smile as beautiful as the rising sun, “You are the most talented, amazing person I know.” “You must not know many people.” I said back. Your laugh is like a hundred ringing bells, gentle and beautiful. Part of me wants to make you laugh more. Your laugh makes my heart race and my mind soar. What are you doing to me Prince Lotor? Your arm around my shoulders comforts me, your gentle smile makes me feel at ease.

What Lance doesn’t notice as he is taken away is the smirk I throw back at the beaten and bruised paladins of Voltron. The one in black, the one with the Galra made arm, is holding the Princess, who is unconscious. The one in yellow is proping up the one in green, their hands clasped together. The yellow one keeps himself between my soldiers and the small green paladin. It’s funny really. How can he think that he could protect her. By far, the red paladin was in the worst shape. His left leg was no doubt broken, his bayard in two pieces on the ground in front of him. He had his eyes trained only on Lance, my blue paladin. The red paladin tried to push himself up, reaching out desperately for Lance. He coughed out a name, tears streaming down his pale face, a little bit of blood smeared across his mouth as he coughed. The blue paladin flinched at the sound of his voice, but didn’t turn around. “Lan-ce..” Red gasped for breath, more blood coming from his mouth. I leaned closer to my paladin, purring into his ear, “My queen. Let us make our way back to our castle.. you need to be checked for wounds and-” “LANCE!” The red paladin’s scream surprised both of us. “DON’T-” He coughed, “D-don’t leave.” Lance was quiet at my side. After a moment he turned his head, his beautiful blue eyes closed. “You had your chance Keith.” He says quietly, “You chose him. You let me believe that i was worthless, that I was inferior to you. I’m not going to do it anymore.” Lance strode towards the pod. He either didn’t hear the red paladin’s last words or didn’t care. “I-i love you.”