(A/N) Okay, I've been reading some Voltron fics and couldn't resist writing a Dads of Marmora oneshot series! Of course in this, none of them are dead and this is at no specific part of the Voltron series. This can be read as a bunch of completely unrelated fics or you could connect the chapters. It doesn't really matter. If you want to check out my other story The New Avatar, just click on over to my profile! ;) Thx for reading!

Disclaimer: Does it look like I could make a non-Galra Keith canon? No.

On to it,

~MD5813

Chapter 1: Discovering and Acceptance

Kolivan flipped through the files of the Blade of Marmora's newest member. They had done exceedingly well in the trials, but for their reoccurring stubbornness.

Keith Kogane

Species: Half Galra, Half Human

Home Planet: Earth

Parentage: Father: Unnamed; Mother: Suspected– Krolia

Gender: Male

Age: 18

At the age of the member, Kolivan froze.

A kit. He was a kit, and I let him go through the trials, Kolivan thought to himself with a growl.

With the file in his hands, Kolivan exited his office and made his way to his pack's nest. It was already quite late, so Antok, Ulaz, Thace, and Regris were already in the nest.

Noticing his mate's distress, Antok stopped grooming Regris and made his way over to Kolivan with a whine.

"A kit." Kolivin repeated, this time aloud. This got the other's attention and they looked at him curiously.

"Keith is just a kit," This got mixed reactions, Ulaz froze, shock written across his face. Thace and Antok both growled and Regris wasn't doing much better than Ulaz.

"Did any of you know this? That we let a kit partake in the trials?" Kolivan asked, angry with himself for not asking earlier.

"All he told me was that he was considered an adult on his home planet, and I did not question it further." Ulaz stated, still in shock.

In Galra culture, kits were greatly treasured and no Galra could ignore a kit in need. At his age, Keith should have been playing and napping, not fighting in an intergalactic war.

"He is only eighteen. Have we stooped so low to use kits to fight our battles?" Kolivan asked quietly.

"He can't still be allowed to fight, Kolivan," Thace said.

"But we all know Keith," Antok said, speaking for the first time, "He would just continue to try and fight, possibly even run off. No, the best we can do is look out for him from here, while he is near us."

The rest nodded their consent, and they curled up together in the nest, drifting off to sleep.

Keith woke up and started on his daily routine. Every morning, he goes straight to the training room and sometimes, skips breakfast. Then he trains until around lunchtime, when he takes a short break to eat. After lunch, he often spends the rest of the day either training or learning about alien cultures and languages.

This 'morning' he decided to just go straight to the training room to get an early start.

He ran into Antok on the way there.

"Where are you going, Keith? The dining hall is the other way." Antok rumbled in his deep voice.

"Oh, hey Antok. I was just going to the training room; I'll just skip breakfast and eat at lunch." Keith said, making to go past Antok and continue to the training room.

"No, you're going to eat before you do anything today." He told Keith sternly. Him and the others knew that Keith got to the training room early, often before Antok himself, but they had no idea that Keith skipped a meal to do so.

"Um.. Okay?" Keith replied cautiously.

They both made their way to the dining hall where all of the Blades came to eat. Each individual pack often sat together and ate.

When Antok and Keith got to the dining hall, they both went to get their food. On his way to his pack's table Antok noticed that Keith was about to split away.

"Where are you going?" Antok asked him.

"Er, I was just going to sit where I always do." Keith said pointing out a small table in the corner where no one sat.

Seeing this almost caused Antok to whimper in sympathy. Keith had no pack. He was a kit and had no one to look after him.

"Why don't you come and sit with us today?" Antok asked Keith.

"Sure." Keith replied, somewhat shyly.

They both sat down, Antok next to Kolivan and Keith in between Regris and Ulaz.

Koivan gave Antok a questioning look, and Antok just gave him an 'I'll-tell-you-later' look.

Ulaz was staring at Keith's plate with concern. He had none of the foods kits needed to stay healthy, and the food he did have was so little it was bordering on unhealthy.

"Keith, you don't have the right foods." Ulaz said, unable to take it anymore.

"Huh?" Keith said with a quizzical look on his face.

"Now that we know you're half Galra, we have to tailor your diet accordingly. As a doctor, I insist that you come with me and choose foods with the correct nutrients." Ulaz said, with a note of finality.

Keith looked around the table for help.

"He's right, Keth, go with him." Thace said, urging the kit on.

"Okay," Keith finally agreed and followed Ulaz to the buffet.

"Why did you invite him to our table Antok? Does he not have someone else to sit with?" Regris asked out of curiosity.

"I would like to know as well," Thace voiced.

"He has no pack," Antok managed to whimper; "He was planning to go and sit alone."

At this, Kolivan's eyes widened and Thace and Regris made twin noises of shock.

"Did you know," Antok continued, "that I caught him on the way to the training room? He often skips breakfast to train and waits until lunch to eat."

"We can't let him keep doing that," Kolivan decided, "From now on he comes to eat in here with us."

Keith was in the training room, sparring with Antok.

He had to admit, whatever food Ulaz had picked out for him had done its job. He hadn't had this much energy in forever.

Kith clashed is blade against Antok, and jumped back a few feet. For a few seconds they both just stood there, staring at each other. For some reason, Keith really wanted to just drop his sword and tackle Antok. He just barely managed to restrain himself.

Unknown to himself, Keith was giving off all the signs of wanting to play fight. Antok saw this and dropped his blade; Keith did the same with a grin. Antok twitched his tail and Keith lunged forward, trying to tackle him to the ground.

They tussled with each other for a bit, the occasional peal of laughter echoing through the empty training room.

Well, almost empty.

Kolivan stood to the side watching his mate play with the kit as if he were his own. Smiling, Kolivan left the room and continued with his day.

When the two of them separated, they were both panting heavily. One from tiredness and the other from fun.

"What.. What was that?" Keith questioned, panting for breath.

"That was a play fight. Young Galra Kits do it quite often." Antok replied with a smile.

"It felt…good," Keith decided.

"If you ever want to play fight again, just ask. Okay kit?" Antok told the young cub.

"Okay," Keith replied, blushing slightly.

Keith exited the training room quickly after that and Antok just watched leave him fondly.

Keith and the others had gotten into a routine, they would all eat together during meals, with Ulaz helping Keith choose the correct foods, and after they finished training, Antok or Regris would play fight with Keith.

It was quite late at 'night' and everyone in the Blade of Marmora base was asleep. For the moment.

The whimpering of a kit in need woke Thace. There was only one kit on the base and that kit was the only Galra who did not have a nest to sleep in at night.

Moving quietly, Thace made his way to Keith's room. When he opened the door, he was first stuck with the mere absence of evidence that anyone lived here at all. The walls were bare, and the floor was neat. Keith's signature red jacket hung on a hook in the closet, along with his Blade of Marmora uniform.

Then there was the kit himself. He was curled into a ball, whimpering. He had his blade in his hands, in its unawakened form. Keith was obviously having a nightmare, but the fact that he was making Galra noises was new. Perhaps after spending more time with his own kind, his instincts were starting to awaken.

Thace quickly made his way over to the suffering kit scooped him up. Thace walked back to the nest as fast as he could without waking Keith up.

By the time he had made it back, Keith had somewhat quieted, only making the occasional whimper. Unfortunately, Galra hearing was very acute so the entire nest woke up once hearing the whimpering Keith was making.

"Nightmare," was all Thace said and they all immediately understood. Gently place Keith's bade with theirs Kolivan made room for Keith in the nest. As soon as Thace set Keith down, he let out a low keen. This shocked them all. Antok gently nuzzled Keith behind the ear and Keith stopped, leaning into the touch. That confirmed their suspicions, and left them all horrified.

Keith was touch-starved.

Galra were generally very social creatures and needed a certain amount of physical contact to stay physiologically healthy. If a Galra goes without proper touch while they are a kit, they become touch-starved. It can be detrimental to a growing kit and could cause an adult to go insane.

Once realizing this, the entire pack curled up around Keith. The sudden movement seemed to wake him up.

"Whz' gonin' on'?" Keith murmured, sleepily.

"You had a nightmare, kit." Ulaz replied gently and started grooming the fur on Keith's head. This instantly relaxed Keith and he was about to fall asleep when,

"Thanks dads."

"You're welcome, kit." Kolivan said, heart melting.

"You're a part of our pack now, kit, we take care of our own." Thace added on.

They all fell asleep curled up together. A pack. A home. A family.

(A/N) Aaaand.. cut! Well, that was enough floof to stuff a mattress! More is to come from Dads of Marmora!

Until next time,

~MD5813