#koliveith

[macchiatosdumptruck]

Vlad/Danny is Silverusso in another universe and I stand by what I say. Besides, “Danny” Fenton? A billionaire with a silver ponytail and blue eyes and an obsessive personality?

Whew.

Exactly!

Vlad: tall. Rich. Ponytail. Obsessive. But what I find interesting is that his obsession with Danny (whom he calls Daniel, in a funny reverse of Terry being the only one to call Daniel Danny boy) is due to his obsession with Danny's mother. Which then extends to him in some sort of sublimation.

Danny is also a lot like Daniel

A spunky brat who ultimately has a good heart. (They even both have blond bullies in highschool lmao)

I always find it interesting that Terry originally decided on his insane little revenge plot for Kreese. Kreese did not even ask. Terry offered. So in a way, Terry's obsession with Daniel is also due to a certain form.od sublimation of his obsession with Kreese.

Although their obsessions with the boys quickly grow genuine, and far worse.

It is also interesting to me how Vlad, in some ways represents a certain sort of mentor figure to Danny, when it comes to being a ghost. Similar to how Terry is a mentor in karate. But ultimately, they both act in ways that, while exciting, Danny/Daniel fine harmful.for themselves.

Also both of those ships remind me a bit of Ra'sTim. It's not exactly as similar. Ra's is explicitly an immortal eco terrorist, while Terry famously did not care about that. Lol. But they are both older. Rich. (Sometimes Ra's is depicted as having silver streaks in his hair but not usually a ponytail)

There's a certain level of respect between Ra's and Bruce and Terry and Miyagi, even though they disagree with their ideals. The there's Tim and Daniel. Their protege's. Who, while respecting their mentors, also have that rebellious streak at times when they disagree on how to handle a situation.

There's even how they address the boys.

For Vlad, he is the only person who calls Danny Daniel.

For Terry, it's Daniel into Danny boy.

For Ra's, Tim is famously the only person other than Bruce he will willingly call detective.

They all represent parts of themselves that the boys have naturally, yet repress due to their moral codes.

I have a Type

(also let's not mention kolivieth or I'll be here all day)

[salty--sapphic]

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith & Kolivan (Voltron) Characters: Kolivan (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) Additional Tags: they/them pronouns for kolivan, Grooming, Hair Brushing, Hair Braiding, Touch-Starved Keith (Voltron), Mentioned Keith & Blade of Marmora, Mentioned Kolivan & Blade of Marmora Series: Part 2 of Autistic April Summary:

Keith swears he's touch adverse, as he hates the idea of touch in any form. Kolivan is determined to prove him wrong.

[voltron-for-ever]

Prompt - Blood loss

The mission was simple all Keith and the other paladins had to do was buy Kolivan and a few other blade members some time to break into the Galra ship. Easy right? Apparently not.

Keith had gotten separated from the group during the first fight when they arrived. Keith had been running in what felt like circles for god knows how long but as he turned a corner he was met with five druids. The druids pointed their magic directly at Keith who drew his blade ready to fight. The magic from the druids sliced up his legs with no mercy, by the time Keith had gotten close enough to the druids to strike he was too weak to hold himself up. In one final sweep one of the druids sliced Keith's legs from under him, he let out a scream and slumped to the ground.

Keith must have lost consciousness for a few moments because when he opened his eyes the druids had disappeared, Keith felt at his head to call for help but of course, his helmet was on the other side of the room.  He used the little strength he had left to pull himself towards his helmet. Keith managed to reach his helmet but the energy he used to get to it was all he had left because before he was able to put it on he was slipping into darkness again, consciousness slipping from his grasp.

The paladins had attempted to check in with Keith after realizing he was missing from the team. They feared the worst and well they were right too because on the other side of the huge galra base Keith was bleeding out. Pidge was able to lock onto Keith's armor's signal and the paladins followed quickly behind her.

The paladins first saw Keith's unconscious body sprawled out on the floor but it was lance who noticed the pair of legs on the opposite side of the room and the trail of blood that ran between Keith and the legs. Once lance informed the team the paladins were quick to move into action.

Once Keith was safely inside the castle Coran concluded that the druids had used magic to cause the damage and although Altean tech is progressive it does not possess the ability to re-grow limbs. Coran also mentioned that if Keith was to survive he would need a blood transfusion the pod could sustain him for now but not forever. Lance Knew what he had to do, he informed Coran that he could give Keith a blood transfusion because he was an O blood type and could donate to anyone. With the green light from lance Coran raced to gather the amount of blood Keith needed. Once the blood had been collected Coran removed Keith from the healing pod and hooked him up to the machine pumping Lance's blood into Keith's veins. After what felt like forever Coran came out of the med bay informing the paladins that the blood transfusion was successful and that Keith could now finish healing in the healing pod. Shiro and lance both let out a large breath they hadn't noticed they were holding.

Kolivan was the first of a few blades that came to see Keith in the healing pod. Kolivan approached the pod slowly easing down next to it, he placed his head and right hand on the outside of the pod and a single tear escaped the corner of his eye. The paladins watched on confused by the sudden and rather out-of-character show of emotion shown by Kolivan. A masked blade stood beside the paladins and explained that he and a few other blades had noticed an unusual bond forming between the two.

----------- Two weeks later -----------

Kolivan hadn't left the castle of lions med bay since Keith had arrived even appointing Thace as temporary head of the blades in his absence. Coran had announced this morning that Keith would be exiting the pod this afternoon now that his wounds had fully healed and the paladins began crowding around the pod. All the paladins jumped at a sudden low growl escaping who they can only assume were Kolivan's lips as they grew closer to the pod. Before anyone could mention the growl the pod slid open allowing Keith to fall into Kolivan's waiting arms.

Coran had ushered everyone out except Kolivan who refused to leave Keith's side and allowed Keith to settle before telling Keith the news of his now missing legs. The other paladins held their breath on the other side of the med bay doors awaiting the reaction of the news. The hallways where silent for a brief moment before a pain filled sob echoed through the castle followed by soft purring which seemed to be coming from a much older and ruff voice than Keith's. Kolivan was seen purring softly to Keith which seemed to calm the sobbing boy drastically.

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[watermelontuesdays]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Kolivan (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Kolivan (Voltron) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Keith (Voltron), Alpha Kolivan (Voltron), Mating Cycles/In Heat, Rutting, Only One Bed, Pseudo-Incest, godfather/godson, Daddy Kink, Escalation, Knotting, Sex Toys, Male Lactation, Taboo, age gap, Size Difference Summary:

Keith is coming home during March Break, ready to have a spring heat. But on the drive home, his godfather, Kolivan, is starting his rut. And it's speeding up Keith's heat.

And now there are years of buried, inappropriate desires brimming to the surface.

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It should have been a perfect plan; Keith has always slept during long car rides. All it’d take is a few advil for the cramps and he’d be out like a light, waking up just in time to sequester himself in his room for a few more days. Then he’d be able to spend some good quality time with Kolivan at the end of his heat.

What he didn’t account for is Kolivan’s rut.

Keith can’t actually remember the last time he’s seen one of Kolivan’s rut. He tries to, and the best he can think of is back when he was maybe thirteen or fourteen and he had missed a soccer tournament because Kolivan was too anxious for him to leave the apartment. It stuck with him because that was the first time Kolivan’s rut had meant Keith would miss out on more than just school and tests, and he had complained something fierce. He must have said something about it, because for the life of him he can’t remember seeing Kolivan in rut since.

[farmhandler]

Subtle

Rating: T

Pairing: Kolivan/Keith

Warnings: Some alien biology, that’s about it

CH: 1/1

A/N: fic/art trade with the wonderful @kolikeith. They requested anything koliveith where another member realizes they are together, which I am only happy to provide!

Regris hates mornings.

It is anunspoken gripe that he has held for what feels like decaphoebs. The Blade of Marmora are early risers by necessity no matter the cycle nor the system. Their latest missions have lead them into systems that have a cycle much shorter than Regris is used to, and as a result they have been sleeping less often and waking more. The sporadic few vargas of sleep they all have managed has been wearing on his team.

Duty first, Kolivan would tell him. Ah, what he would do to sleep in.

“Quiznak,” he swears, vaulting out of bed in one fluid movement. He thwaps his tail against his bedframe in irritation as he makes quick work of his bed and then heads into their communal bathroom space. The other blades are already up and about as he makes his way to the bathroom to wipe his body clean of the moisture it produced overnight. He feels naked without his suit, but it would not make sense to dirty his clothing first thing in the morning.

“Regris,” Antok says as he passes. He is a blade of few words, but some of them he reserves for Regris. They have a strange sort of companionship not found within many of the blade ranks stationed here.

“Did Kolivan mention anything about the data we’ve been decoding?” Regris asks him, getting straight to the point. Antok eats early, and so does Kolivan, and usually Keith if he isn’t trying to get killed on some suicide mission.

Antok shrugs his shoulders. Regris’ tail swings behind him.

“You’re useless,” he says without meaning it, leaving Antok to finish his morning routine and wash his body clean.

To his surprise, he sees Keith leaning against the wall out in front of the communal space, wearing what he can only assume is the human equivalent to sleepwear. Humans have an affinity for dressing in loose clothing at night.

Regris is about to offer him a greeting when Kolivan comes out of the bathroom’s entrance, tugging at the wrists of his suit like he has just finished putting it on. He moves out of the doorway and looms over Keith, saying something quietly to him that has Keith smiling.

Regris stops moving. His tail thrashes behind him. Kolivan does not bathe often, and he is always early. Regris can count on one claw how many times they have met like this. He doesn’t particularly want to awkwardly shuffle past the pair, but the wet state of his skin is bothering him now more than ever.

Someone catches Kolivan’s attention. He steps away from Keith hastily to address them, and Keith looks around like he is surprised to find that they are in public.

When he catches sight of Regris, his face starts to turn pink. Regris cocks his head.

“Keith,” he says on approach. “Have you had a chance to check on the decoding algorithm that we’ve been running? Kolivan wouldn’t let me spend the night with it.”

“Because he knew you’d never leave,” Keith points out. Regris doesn’t point that if he stays up, he doesn’t have to war his way through every morning. He is looking forward to the day they can eradicate sleep entirely. “And no, I haven’t. Everyone on team echo is busy preparing for Kral Zera.”

Kral Zera. The ceremony meant to repair the broken empire. The ceremony that the blades are going to sabotage with a dozen bombs and take out the highest in their ranks.

“I’ll check on it later,” Regris says, and then he awkwardly shuffles past Keith and Kolivan to get to the bathroom.

---

Regris’ concern is always his code. Data. Interpersonal relationships are the furthest thing from his mind when he’s focused on a mission, but even Kral Zera has him rattled.

It is in the middle of the cycle, while a huge batch of data is being processed that he decides to take a rare break and head towards the cafeteria for some food. His stomach helpfully reminds him he skipped breakfast by growling loudly.

He is nearing the cafeteria when he catches the scent of Keith wafting from the other end of the hall. He picks up his pace, eager to find Keith and enumerate over the details of the Kral Zera mission.

When he turns the corner, he is once again surprised by the presence of Kolivan. Lately, the two of them have been appearing together more often than not, their scents intermingling in a way that Regris does not like. Or at the very least, he isn’t certain how to take. It is true that Keith is a valued member of the blades, but his days of being a vratling following its mother are over.

He watches them speak indistinctly, noting the downturn of Keith’s mouth to mean that the conversation is not going well. He lifts his arms in a gesture of expression his frustration, then points in a random direction. His voice echoes a little louder, but Regris still can’t make it out.

“I have been looking for you, Keith,” Regris says upon approach. Both of them turn to stare at him, and he inexplicably feels as though he is intruding. He salutes Kolivan. “I had some questions about the mission for Kral Zera.”

“You are not the only one,” Kolivan tells him. “I had intended to summon the entire team, but since you’re already here, I’ll speak freely.”

“Of course.” Regris inclines his head.

“I was just discussing with Keith how the mission is critical, and that we cannot let our emotions get the better of us.”

Keith scowls openly as Kolivan remains tense beside him. He is standing much closer than the spacious hallway would warrant, but Regris is not one to question.

“Of course,” Regris repeats, looking between them uncertainly. “The mission first.”

“At least you remember it,” Kolivan says, sounding quite unlike himself for a moment. He’s looking at Keith.

“We’re going to be fine,” Keith insists calmly. For all of Kolivan’s talk of holding back one’s emotions, he seems….distraught.

“My simulations have confirmed this is the best course of action,” Regris adds. Kolivan’s expression does not change, his scent sharp with unease. “They will be distracted by the goings-on above, and the entire sector will be guarded by a ghost staff.”

“For once we will benefit from the Galra Empire’s brutality,” Kolivan says, sounding resigned. “I know you will both perform…admirably.”

“Like we always do. We’ll get it done.” Keith turns to Kolivan. “This is going to work.”

“I am not concerned with the mission’s success,” Kolivan states, staring down at Keith. His fingers brush against Keith’s side, and Regris wants to point out there is plenty of space to his right.

“I’ll be returning to my data sets,” Regris says.

“Let me know what you find,” Kolivan tells him, his eyes flicking briefly in his directly before he returns to Keith.

---

Regris doesn’t see Keith alone until a few days later, right before the mission is meant to start.

The first thing he notes is the smell.

Not his smell, but the scent coating his person. It is obviously Kolivan’s. They have been spending much more time together as of late prepping for the mission, so it is not entirely surprising. They eat lunch together often as well, and Keith can be found in Kolivan’s office on any quintant.

“Ready?” Regris asks. Keith nods, and then Regris can’t help but add, “Kolivan appears worried this time around. My simulations and datasets didn’t calm him like they usually do.”

“Yeah,” Keith replies slowly, pulling his hood over his head. “He’s…distracted, I think. Talk about an emotional wreck,” he mumbles under his breath, in a tone that Regris assumes Keith thinks he cannot hear.

“We’ll be fine,” he adds. “It’s a big mission, but isn’t it always? We’ve been through worse.”

Even though it doesn’t sound like Keith is talking to him, Regris nods.

“And another thing—”

“Keith.”

Kolivan’s voice suddenly sounds from beside them. Neither of them flinch at the sharp tone of his voice, too used to surprises as a spy unit, but Keith’s eyes instantly light up.

“Kolivan!” he says, stepping forward. He pulls his hood down. “Aren’t you supposed to be briefing team alpha?”

“Yes, I was. I just finished. As if I could leave without my echo,” he says fondly. Regris’ tail flicks behind him. His scent wafts over; he smells like Keith smells like him.

Ah, he thinks as he watches Kolivan take Keith’s braided hair in hand, making some excuse that he has done it incorrectly. Recently, Keith had decided to grow a braid. Regris is a Galra half-breed, and since he does not grow hair, its significance often escapes him.

He watches Kolivan stroke his fingers down the length in an intimate gesture and thinks, ah.

“Ah,” he says out loud.

Kolivan jerks like he just realizes Regris is there. He was near the doorway, shadowed partially, so it is possible. Apparently, many things are possible.

And now Kolivan is staring at him like he wants to murder him. As if he were to blame for his flagrant display of affection. Regris swallows, then gestures to his pad. “I was just reviewing the data with Keith.”

“The data. Yes.” He clears his throat. “Very well. I would like to hear about it. Please continue.”

Keith’s face is pink again. As the pieces are still slowly coming together, Regris remembers vaguely that it is an indicator for embarrassment, or perhaps happiness?

“If you look at this diagram, it should be easy for our spies to hide here, and then with our blades they can slice through the metal wall after arriving here…”

All the while he speaks, Kolivan stands closer to Keith than is socially acceptable among the hierarchy. Then, when Regris moves to scribble at his pad and correct a mistake, out of the corner of his eye he sees Kolivan lean down, and Keith lean up.

“I have corrected the mistake,” he announces loudly. When he lifts his head, they are both looking at him innocently. He says nothing to the pair—they will hear enough later once this gets out, but his tail swings gently back and forth, and for once he hopes that there will be a peaceful end to this adventure soon.

Mostly, so he can sleep in one morning. For once.

[pukotort]

ko-fi commission for @kolikeith 💖💖💖

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[kitsune1818]

My pieces for the Keith Big Bang. My partner was @khellamendra i have no link yet to the fic, but I eill wait for it because the bits she passed me were so nice! I want to read the whole thing! Im sure it will be amazing!

[shendads]

Do the kits ever spend time with Uncle Keef? (Sorry if that sent twice my connection sucks)

They sure do! Keith is a reliable babysitter, but also as a close family friend, he spends a lot of time with them. (He's partners with Kolivan in this au) He's their human-Galra idol... And knows all the best knife moves! I've drawn it before and I definitely will again :3