#antolivan

"Prince of His Dreams"

Lance looked around. He was in the gardens of his father's castle, but it was in the middle of the night. Why was he out here when he should be in bed?

"Hello again, your highness," a smooth voice spoke from the shadows.

Lance jumped slightly at the suddenness but relaxed as he recognized the voice. Everything made sense to Lance then. This was a dream; a recurring dream he has had for the past phoeb; ever since his father told him he was getting married to a Marmoran. Lance hadn't even met his intended!

"Lost in thought, are we?" The voice spoke again, but this time from behind him.

Lance jumped slightly. He hadn't seen his visitor move. "A bit. I'm supposed to meet my fiancée tomorrow morning."

A purr came from the visitor. "Who is the lucky girl?"

A light blush stained Lance's cheeks, somehow complimenting his blue Altean markings. "It's not a girl. I'm to wed a Marmoran by the name of Keith. It is such an unusual name for a Galra though. Not that it's bad! I rather like it, but I-"

A light purple finger gently rested against Lance's lips. "Take a breath, your highness. You're rambling."

When Lance took a deep breath, the finger was removed. Lance couldn't say he wasn't disappointed. That was the most of his mystery visitor he had ever seen. Other than that, he had only seen an outline. Lance could tell the visitor was Galran, confirmed by the color of the finger only moments ago. He had also seen the outline of furry ears and a long, constantly moving tail. The purr was another give away as to his visitor's species. The voice was the only indicator as to gender. His visitor was male.

"Keep getting distracted, and I'll think I'm boring you," the Galra teased.

Lance grinned. That was something he liked about his visitor. He liked to tease and joke with Lance. Not many people treated Lance like a regular person. Most just saw him as Prince Lance, the beloved second child and only son of King Alfor. "You could never bore me. I just wish I could see you or at least know your name."

The Galra grinned, the moonlight glinting off his small fangs. "You already know my name, and we will meet tomorrow, my prince."

Lance gasped. "You're Keith?"

"And you are astute." A kiss was pressed into Lance's white hair. "When we meet tomorrow, I would like a real kiss."

The dream faded away, leaving Lance sleeping with a smile on his face and eagerly anticipating the next morning.

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Allura stared at her brother, who was quickly eating his breakfast like he hadn't eaten in days. "What's your rush, Lance? The Marmoran delegation won't arrive any earlier no matter how swiftly you eat."

"I want to make sure I have enough time to look absolutely 100% presentable when they arrive."

Allura grinned. "Especially for Keith?"

Lance blushed again. "Yeah. I can't wait to meet him."

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"Dad, can't we leave off my title when presenting me to the prince?" Keith asked, almost begging.

"Why does it matter? You are both princes and a perfect match for one another," Thace replied.

"I just don't want him to think any differently about me," Keith admitted, his tail swishing in nervousness against the ship's flooring.

"He won't think any differently. You have been doing the meditation ritual, right?" Ulaz inquired.

The Marmorans had discovered that they could contact their mate through a meditation ritual. It wasn't difficult or strenuous, and it allowed them to speak with their mate, even if they had never met in the real world. If they had met, they could even hold their mate and both mates could see each other. As it was, only Keith could see Lance, and only small touches were allowed, since they hadn't officially met. Keith sighed. "He's excited to meet me. I just hope he's not disappointed."

"If he hurts you, kit, he answers to me," a gruff voice spoke up from the cockpit.

It was quickly followed by a growl. "Stand in line, Antok. I'm first."

"But, 'Van, I thought we agreed I would be first if someone hurts our kit!"

"In all other matters, you are first. In diplomatic matters, I am first."

Keith grinned. His four Dads were quite the overprotective pack. Not that he minded. He was quite important to the Marmoran people as their only prince. Kolivan was the advisor to Keith's late father, and Antok was Kolivan's mate. Thace and Ulaz, who were mates as well, had a claw each in actually raising Keith. They were decorated members of the Marmoran society. Ulaz was a successful doctor, who had cured many diseases on their home world and others, and Thace was a war veteran.

It wasn't long before Keith was jolted out of his thoughts by the ship landing. He peered out a nearby window to see a beautiful white castle with cyan blue lights. It was a much brighter castle than what he was used to. The lights in his castle were a strange pinkish purple. He never could figure out if they were supposed to be a unique color or if the original design team couldn't decide on one color and just combined the two.

Keith saw three people standing just outside of the castle. One was an older man that had to be King Alfor, another was a girl a little older than Keith, and then there was Lance. Keith's tail swished in excitement. He couldn't wait for the ship to be parked. He knew better than to disembark the ship before it had stopped. He had made that mistake before. He waited for the ramp to reach the ground before he raced out.

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Lance watched as the Marmora ship came to a stop. The ramp extended and out raced a tailed Galra. He was light purple with furry ears and a very animated tail. He had the most unusual eyes for a Galran. They had white sclera and purple irises. He stopped right before he crashed into Lance. His tail swished, and he grinned. "Hello again, your highness."

"Prince Keith! You weren't supposed to leave before you are announced!" Kolivan scolded.

Lance looked gobsmacked. "Prince Keith?!"

Keith's tail swished. "Yes. I'm a prince. Does-" Keith's tail swished again. "Does it matter?"

Lance smiled. "No. Of course not." He drew closer and whispered, "I believe I owe you a real kiss."

Keith put his forehead against Lance's. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Lance wrapped his arms around Keith's neck and gently pressed his lips against Keith's, giving him a sweet loving kiss.

Antok / Kolivan, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Smut!

An old wip I decided to revisit while procrastinating my current wip because procrastination apparently leads to being productive-

I have so many headcanons for what Antok looked like under that mask. The one I’ve been playing around with the most is that he comes from an arctic tundra type area. It’s cold year round and his little village is across the way from everyone else. They a hunting society. Antok comes from a litter of three and is the oldest and first in line to rule after his father. He’s considered royalty and his the strongest hunter in the village. All his clothes are made from the pelt and bone of his kills. 

He meets Kolivan during one of the cold seasons when the ocean freezes enough for his people to walk across it and interact with the other nations for a bit. During their courting Antok gifts Kolivan with many articles of clothes he’s made from his kills along with jewelry. 

Bonus: His fur is dense, thick, dark and speckled with white so he blends in with the skyline at night. In the warmer seasons, he’s able to hunt at night naked and blend in while he stalks his prey. The naked thing isn’t something the village does, it’s just a him thing.  

Library Love | read the fic here

Antok was an easy presence to find through the glass. He was larger than most of their patrons, even when kneeling he dwarfed many, and running the Children’s Room meant interacting with the smallest of each species they served.

fanfic by @mizulekitten for @voltronrarepairflashbang event. please read the fic if you can! it’s so s o f t ;v;

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Summary: There is so much more of the universe, and so many more children of the stars, than we can ever know. / Sidefic and companion oneshots to my The Space Between Stars verse. 

Some ships that will be featured: Shallura, Antok/Kolivan, Thulaz, Klance, and many others. Wildly AU.

tagged by @bellenomura ! :)

Rules : List your Top 10 VLD ships & tag whoever the hell you want.

Ok, let’s go ! :D

1- Sheith

I think this one is pretty clear if you follow my blog.

2- Hunay

I loved them and I’ve been hoping for their reunion for so long, and I pretty much had given up hope, I’m so happy to see Shay again !

3- Healia (didn’t know that ship name!)

Who doesn’t love them ?

4- Allurance

I wasn’t a big fan at first but they evolved and got a lot of developpment and they got some really touching or cute scenes since. (which was the whole point of this ship in canon)

5- Heith

I always wanted more of their interactions after the weblum episode and always had a soft spot for that ship so s7 made me so happy ! :D

6- Hunelle

They clicked so well and had such cute dialogue !

7-  Antolivan

That one makes me angsty…

8- Zethror

It’s pretty much canon now ! (Also an angsty one… even if it wasn’t that clear to me that they died?)

9- Plance

It’s just so cute !

10 – (past) Adashi

We’re told they were in a quite serious relationship, I kinda want to think of their good moments.

Honorable mentions: Jeith, Colleen x Sam Holt (ship name???), Katt, Shatt, Nymatt, Regreith, Alfor Allura’s mom and Coran as an OT3 lol.

Although the canon seems to imply that Matt might be together with that mysterious masked rebel with the altean-like armor ? I’m curious.

[30 Day Self Ship Challenge]

Watching his Captain fly through space was one of the things Antok loved most in life. There was just something about the expression that came over Kolivan's face when he was flying, like that of a sailor at sea with the wind in their hair. Sure, there was no wind or salt spray here in space, but Kolivan's face portrayed that same expression of freedom.

Freedom. It was Kolivan who had given Antok his freedom once, who continued to give others the chance at it. Many didn't make the cut, too intimidated by Kolivan's harsh orders and demanding presence, but Antok was sure that if they could watch him fly, they would join in a heartbeat.

It had made Antok stay, anyways.

"Antok," Kolivan called out, sharp but friendly, "We're nearing the swap moon; make sure everyone is prepared."

"Aye-aye, Captain." With those words, Antok left Kolivan's side to bark orders at the crew. Being the first-mate had privileges, and one of those happened to be that people did whatever he said. Which worked out well, considering Antok had very little patience for stupidity.

As always, the ship landed as smoothly as water rolling onto sand. A third of the crew followed their captain onto the surface, while the others stayed behind to guard their ship. Only a handful of other ships had made port, which Antok was thankful for; Kolivan was known to break up fights if he deemed them unnecessary and there was always a higher chance of said fights breaking out when there were more pirates around.

Half way through their trading excursion, a scream rang out through the small crowd and Antok let out a sigh. Sure enough, Kolivan was heading in that direction, his curiosity piqued.

"Let GO of me!" A female hissed at a rather large alien who was holding her by the wrists hard enough to bruise.

"You stole from me, filthy child," The alien, who looked to be a Quagro, growled, "You will pay with your head!"

Antok had to pick up his pace to keep up with Kolivan, who was looking rather pissed off. He could not blame his captain, though; such violence against a cub was unwarranted. As they finally reached the commotion, Antok heard the female growl out, "I stole nothing! Now let me go!"

There are gasps and cheers alike from the crowd of black market salespeople and pirates as the Quagro raises his sharp claws, but Antok merely stands back and smiles to himself. Sure enough, just as the claws are slicing downwards through the air, Kolivan's hand catches it and painfully twists. Seeing her chance, the female attempts to dash into the crowd, but Antok easily picked her up with one arm to swing her over his shoulder. She lets out and indignant, "Hey!" but Antok ignores her in favour of watching Kolivan bring the Quagro to his knees.

"What did this child steal from you?" Kolivan demanded. With a whimper, the Quagro pointedly looked at the stand of sliced meats beside him.

"A whole draggal hock," the alien gulped slightly, "It was just there, and now-"

Ignoring him, Kolivan turns to Antok, who shakes his head in confirmation; there is nothing on her but ragged clothing.

"You have the wrong thief," Kolivan states before finally releasing the other, "Be more accurate in your assessments before threatening death upon a cub's head."

The Quagro merely nods, eying the blade on Kolivan's belt warily and not moving until both Kolivan and Antok have turned and walked away. The female is silent and still until they reach the port once more and Antok sets her down.

"Thank you for helping me," She says honestly, looking into Kolivan's eyes without shrinking away, "but I'm not a child."

That catches both Galra by surprise; the girl barely stands the height of their waists, after all.

"Then perhaps I should have left you to your own battle." Humming, Kolivan studies the girl. Antok does not like the look on his captain's face, because he knows what it means. Sure enough, after a moment, Kolivan leans over to touch the female's hair and asks, "Where exactly are you from, cub?"

"Not here," she mutters, "And I'm not a cub."

"She is not galra," Antok tries speaking to Kolivan's pride, "She cannot board with us."

"Galra is only the requirement of becoming a Blade," Kolivan corrects him, "We may have visitors on board. Perhaps a young woman in need of a ride home?"

As soon as the female's eyes light up at the suggestion, Antok knows he's lost. With a growling sigh, he watches his beloved captain engage in light conversation with the stranger until he can stand it no longer.

Well some of ‘em do

Chapter 1 can be read here

Raik let out a small cry as he threw his fist towards his daddy’s covered hands. He followed the hit with another, and another, until he had built up a steady rhythm. He glanced up at his daddy, who was smiling at him, and gave his own toothy smile in return. He liked when his daddy smiled at him, it made him happy. He liked it when his papa and mommy smiled at him too, but papa was with Voltron, so he had to wait for papa’s smile. Mommy was working with one of the new people that showed up a few cycles ago, so she was busy too.

But daddy wasn’t! He was spending time with him! Ezor and Zethrid were playing with him too. They were wrestling though, so that meant he got daddy all to himself. Unless Lotty or Axcy started to cry, and then he or Uncle Antok would have to take care of them, but they didn’t cry as much anymore! They could walk around and talk now, so they didn’t have to cry. They were playing with Narti and Regris by Uncle Antok, away from him and daddy.

The sound of the training room doors opening met his ears, causing them to twitch, as he stopped in his punching. He looked to the door at the same time his daddy did, and grinned.