#like my klance roots exposing but hey

[achillesunly]

Okay you know what?

Fuck you all because I agree with the OG poster in the comments

Coz when you're younger and depraved trying to get yourself some quality smut out of fuckass Wattpad and English ain't your first language and you see that yellow shit???

You come from the land of pictures and Wattpad fantasy not fucking university library no colors only tags and warnings, you're used to just-get the shit

So yeah you don't know how to fucking navigate the shit AND you're scared when something with yes continue and no go back pops up you don't bother reading some shit BC you think it might be scam or some

So yes, it happens,

And so YES, FUCK you

ohhh… you guys are like… STUPID stupid

[marcholasmoth]

1. + Klance ficlet!

The mission they had just returned from was supposed to be simply a diplomatic one, but when Galra forces ambushed the palace where their meetings were held, Keith and everyone else was glad they were still wearing their armor. A short hand-to-hand fight ensued, and when the team had gotten outside they realized it wasn’t just an ambush on the palace; it was an effort to capture the lions of Voltron once and for all.

As Keith ran to his lion, he didn’t see a laser blast from a sentry as it headed his way. It nicked his bicep, earning a hiss of pain as Keith kept running. Lance had his back and shot the sentry while running past it.

The air fight following the encounter on the ground was short-lived, but intense. After forming Voltron, the fleet ships were destroyed and sank into the ocean surrounding the city. In the firefight Keith forgot entirely about the exposed wound on his arm.

Afterward, the team returned to the castleship, opting for a debrief later in favor of resting and cleaning up. Keith chose to sit in the lounge, figuring everyone else would have headed straight for the showers.

Keith didn’t notice the doors open behind him.

“Hey, let me see that,” Lance said, breaking Keith’s reverie.

Keith had been thinking about what could have gone wrong, how they had missed the Galra fleets that undoubtedly had been there longer than they knew.

Keith’s brow furrowed in confusion, but smoothed in recognition as Lance knelt on the sofa by where he sat, unconsciously cradling his injured arm. Lance took Keith’s arm gently, inspecting the spot with a careful eye.

Keith knew Lance could be like a doting mother hen at times; he was very protective of his teammates and would take care of them, often at the expense of his own well-being. Lance’s selflessness was one of the things Keith loved the most about Lance, even though he’d die before he said it out loud.

Keith had long since admitted he had feelings for Lance, but to himself and Shiro only. He figured there was no way someone as good and thoughtful and sweet as Lance could ever reciprocate his feelings. He was flighty, nervous, and suspicious, brash and impulsive, and so, so selfish; he had never been told otherwise.

And despite all of this, Keith still couldn’t get over himself to not feel so much for Lance.

So as Lance sat there, so close and so concerned, Keith put in a very conscious effort to keep his face from turning the color of his armor.

Lance suddenly looked up, eyes burning with determination and worry and… something Keith couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Lance smirked before he spoke: “It’s fatal.”

Keith rolled his eyes and shoved Lance with his good arm, the left one starting to sting. Lance smiled as he laughed. His smile was so bright and full Keith couldn’t help but smile, too.

“But seriously. We should probably get you in a pod. Or something. Unless you trust my sewing skills,” Lance said deviously, smirk returning and making Keith’s heart rate spike.

There was only so long Keith could take of being this close to Lance. Even though he craved the closeness he was not getting, he didn’t think he could do it.

But going by the now shocked expression Lance was wearing, Keith’s big mouth had said as much.

Keith slapped a hand across his mouth, eyes wide, panicking. Lance was going to figure out Keith had a big ol’ crush on him, and Keith wasn’t ready for that level of rejection. He wanted to run, but he found himself rooted to his spot on the sofa, body too tired and unwilling to move, mind and heart petrified with what Lance was undoubtedly putting together in his head.

Lance sat back on his heels, expression shifting ever so slightly. Silence reigned for a few ticks before Lance’s expression turned soft.

Keith was staring at Lance, and Lance was staring right back. The panic and worry that were likely as clear as day in his eyes were met with a calm assurance and something that looked like… hope?

Lance lifted a hand to try and hide his tiny grin.

“You… like me?” Lance asked quietly.

Keith didn’t trust his voice, so he nodded slightly.

Disbelief filled Lance’s eyes. The volume of his voice rose with something that sounded like excitement as he said, “Wait. You like me? Like, like like me?”

Keith pulled his feet off the floor and brought his knees up to his chin to try to hide his face as he nodded a little stronger this time.

Lance laughed softly as he scooted even closer to where Keith was. Keith was dying inside. He was sure none of this was good. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes as he assumed the worst. Lance was laughing at him and this was gonna end horribly and nothing would be the same and it was gonna mess with the team being able to form Voltron and—

“Hey, I know what you’re thinking. Stop that,” Lance interrupted Keith’s thoughts as he gingerly placed a hand on Keith’s cheek. Keith turned his head to look at Lance, who was smiling so brightly every star in the universe was surely jealous.

The tears threatened to spill, but before Keith could say anything, Lance spoke again.

“I like you too, silly.”

Keith couldn’t believe what he just heard. He lifted his head a little off of his knees with the word “what” forming on his lips. But before he could say anything, Lance had closed the small gap between them and had captured Keith’s lips with his own.

Keith stiffened before relaxing into the kiss. He was content to finally be there with Lance, finally kissing him, which felt hundreds of times more amazing than it did when he pictured it before.

But the moment was ruined when Keith shifted and his arm started to hurt again.

Keith took a sharp inhale of breath as the pain returned. As he pulled away, Lance looked about as dazed and giddy as he felt before the pain in his arm had to go and ruin everything.

Lance’s face fell. “Let’s get you in that pod, yeah?” he asked, still in Keith’s bubble.

Keith groaned and nodded.

Lance chuckled and placed a gentle kiss on Keth’s lips. “We can deal with this after your arm doesn’t look like it got roasted on a spit.”

Keith smiled. “Yeah. Okay.”

[irrevocably-delicious]

Voltron legendary defender Klance "I cradled you in my arms!"

Keith’s hand begins to sweat in Lance’s grasp. He stumbles over tree roots and loose rocks as he’s pulled through the forest at Lance’s insistence, and they’ve been walking some time now.

“Whatever you want to show me better be worth it.” he grumbles. He’s missing dinner for this. He tries not to think about what delicious meal Hunk is whipping up back at the castle. His stomach growling makes it difficult.

“Not too much more,” Lance smiles over his shoulder. He easily navigates the path like he’s walked it numerous times. He barely hesitates to hop over a log that Keith only barely manages to see in the darkness. They turn a corner and come to a clearing. Lance slows and listens to Keith’s soft gasp. His eyes widen and take in the sight in front of him. 

There’s a pond, that must be filled with some kind of bioluminescent organisms, because it glows bright blue in the darkness. The banks of the pond are covered in large, fragrant white blossoms that look brilliant against the light of the pond and bright moon in the sky. Dark rocks erupt out of the earth, and are so polished that they look more like mirrors. A breeze rushes through the low hanging branches of the trees and carries with it something that smells like jasmine. Keith approaches the glowing water, transfixed. 

“Here,” Lance leads him to a flattened side of the bank. A blanket has been laid out and a woven basket sits beside it. Lance begins to kneel on the blanket.

“What is all this?” Keith breathes.

“Happy anniversary, babe.” Lance throws his arms out proudly. Keith beams… then falters.

“I’m… oh god, Lance, I’m so… I haven’t done anything for…”

“Hey, hey, it’s ok.” Lance grabs Keith’s hand and tugs him down onto the blanket. He kisses the back of his knuckles. 

“Time gets really confusing out here. I honestly forgot my own birthday one year. You’re 22 now. Did you know that?” 

“I think I recall someone telling me that?” Keith laughs. Years slip by easily in space. The only markers of time having passed are old photos. Lance used to be so skinny, and Keith used to be so soft and bright-eyed. Keith leans forward and runs his knuckles along the bristles of Lance’s undercut.

“You got so handsome.” Keith smiles. Lance laughs in his throat. His hands reach up to scratch behind Keith’s large ears that are now permanently covered in a soft, purple, fur. Galra puberty and being exposed to quintessence in battle had permanently brought out some of Keith’s Galra ancestry. Keith had grown his hair even longer in an attempt to cover it up, but Lance will frequently braid his hair or tie it up so he can see them. He thinks they’re cute, and will whisper in Keith’s ears just how much he likes them. 

“You’re still beautiful.” Lance serenely smiles. The blue glow around them brings out his eyes. Keith makes a self conscious huff and tries to pull away. Lance giggles and follows after him. He raises up on his knees and pulls Keith close, placing a kiss between his eyes. 

“Do you want to swim or eat first?” He asks. Keith’s stomach tries to persuade him to answer one way, but Keith knows just how excited Lance must be to go in the water. 

“Is it safe?”

“I had Pidge perform a water sample this morning. It’s harmless.”

“Yeah? I’ll swim first then.”

“Really?!” 

“Yeah.”

Keith smiles fondly as his boyfriend strips down to his boxers. His muscular chest flexes as he pulls Keith to his feet and begins to help him get his shirt off. Keith chuckles at Lance’s eagerness. 

They slip into the water and the coolness is soothing on their joints. The bright, blue light blanches out the patches of purple that appeared on Keith’s neck and chest some time ago. A large scar stands out strikingly against Lance’s abdominals. They had definitely gotten older. Keith hates to think what a younger version of himself would say if he could see what he looks like now.

But then again, with Lance’s hands trailing streams of water up his back, and his lips beginning to sensuously beckon Keith’s mouth to open for him… he thinks 16 year old Keith would give up all of his limbs for this experience. 

The water laps at their waist and Lance continues to kiss Keith senseless. Only after his lungs begin to burn does he pull back. He rests their foreheads together and cups either side of Keith’s neck with wet hands. 

“Keith,” He breathes. “I have to ask you something.” Nervousness crosses Lance’s features. Keith’s brows wrinkle with worry. What was going on?

Lance begins to rummage in a small pocket on his boxers. He opens Keith’s hand and places something in the middle of his palm. A ring, so translucent you could mistake it for glass, but it’s heaver and there is the slightest blue sheen to it. When the light hits it, it casts dapples of light onto Keith’s hand. 

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Lance breathes. “And I wondered if you would let me?” The tiniest smile graces Lance’s lips. Keith stares at him in awe. His stomach twists painfully and tears come without warning. He nods with a sob. His fingers tremble around the ring in his hand. 

“Oh Keith, babe.” Lance wades forward. A small wave crashes against Keith’s stomach from the motion. Lance takes the ring and slips it onto Keith’s shaking finger. Keith won’t stop nodding.

“Are you sure?” Lance laughs and kisses the tears off his cheek.

“I cradled you in my arms!” Keith loudly announces. Lance jumps back in shock. 

“And I knew I’d never be able to let you go.” Keith’s eyes, filled with honesty and love, stare at Lance like he’s the most beautiful curse that was ever cast upon him. 

Now it’s Lance’s turn to be knocked speechless.