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Shance- Quarantined_____________________________________________Lance wakes with a wet cough, feeling an uncomfortable weight in his lungs. His hair clings to his forehead, slick with cold sweat. He’s smothered in blankets yet he feels frigid down to the bown. He blinks, fuzzy vision coming into focus before blurring from tears that appear when he hacks again, a loud echo bouncing off the walls of his room in the castle. He manages to sit up, hands grasped tightly to his biceps to conserve any warmth he might possibly still have; he’s shivering violently anyway. He swallows, wincing immediately at the scratching pain he feels deep in his throat. A painful itch he can’t scratch no matter how hard he tries. He rubs remnants of sleep from his eyes before swinging his legs over the side of his bed.

That movement alone leaves him lightheaded, swaying unsteadily. Fuck, this isn’t good. He can’t exaclty call for help, he knows he’ll sound hoarse and it’ll be too difficult to hear, especially when everyone’s asleep. He should try to sleep it off, he’ll probably be fine tomorrow anyway. Just a little head cold that a good 8 hour shut-eye will surely fix. But Lance knows his efforts are in vain. He can’t fall back asleep, he’ll wake up in a coughing fit and the cycle will continue until he has to get up to eat. He’d rather sit barely conscious and essentially dry heave every few minutes.

After another series of violent coughs and some spotty vision that leaves Lance sprawled on the floor, he realizes maybe he should get some help, but he doesn’t exaclty know who he should wake up. Pidge is a no go, their sleep is more important than Lance’s life. He’d hate to wake up Hunk, he’s always stressed about missions and the battle with the galra; sleep is his only chance for peace and reflief. Keith would probably try and stab him thinking he’s an intruder, and Lance doesn’t want to risk that. Again. He doesn’t actually know where Allura and Coran sleep, so he comes to the conclusion there’s only one other place for him to go.

Shiro.

The issue here is that Shiro needs the most sleep out of all of the paladins, because of his traumas that often leave him restless and exhausted more often than not. When he can get a good nights sleep, it’s important to let him have that. Lance stresses this the most since the guy’s basically his hero. And crush, a very massive crush, to be clear. So the idea of Lance probably looking sickly pale with his hair missed up all over his head and eye bags as dark as Keiths hair, not exaclty appealing. This is definitley not something he’s looking forward to.

With a sigh, Lance summons any ounce of strength he still has to push himself to a standing position, swaying for a few seconds before stumbling to and out of the door of his room and into the hallway. Except he miscalculates and, noticing too late that Shiros door is open feet away from where he’s destined to fall, manages to all but collapse on hands and knees at the opening. Shiro, having been awoken by nightmares and opened his door to get some air, jerks his head at the sound of Lance’s crash, eyes widening when he sees the boy.

Lance’s arms shake with the combined effort of keeping him from smashing his face into cool metal and shivering from how cold he feels. The impact unsettles his lungs, and he coughs into his hand, looking down at it and seeing a tiny dark pool in his palm. Uh oh. Shiro observes Lance quietly until he sees what is undoubtedly blood that he coughed into his hand, and he’s up in an instant.

“Lance, oh my god are you okay?”

Lance can’t help the glare he sends at Shiro, who winces. Yeah okay, that was a pretty stupid question. But it’s like instinct, and it was out before Shiro could stop himself. He presses a gentle but firm hand to Lance’s back and rubs soothingly, trying not to instantly recoil at the alarmingly low temperature of Lance’s skin. Oh, right. Lance is shirtless. In the middle of Shiros room. With blood still in his hand and the familiar itchy feeling in his throat. His stomach aches, and a wave of nausea washes over his body. He swallows rising bile.

“I..I don’t feel too hot.”

The pun was weak, but Shiro amuses him with a short chuckle. “Let’s get you to Coran, he’ll know what to do.” Lance nods and let’s Shiro help stand him up, praying to any Altean god that Shiro can’t see the blush creeping up his neck and dusting Lance’s cheeks. That’d be embarrassing. But Shiro looks too concerned on Lance’s current physical state to notice his fluster, so maybe Lance does have some luck on his side. He coughs for the umpteenth time, feeling warm blood splatter over his hand as he desperately tries to cover it. Shiros frown deepens, his forehead creased with concern.

“Okay, maybe we should take you straight to the pods, and then get Coran.”

Lance can’t do anything but nod, which was a mistake after another wave of nausea crashes into him like a freight train. He dry heaves, letting Shiro gently drag him toward the healing pods. Eventually he resorts to lifting Lance bridal style and carrying him the rest of the way, pacing quickening each time Lance lets out a horrendous cough that rings in his ears. He needs to get Lance to a pod before whatever sickness that comes over him does some irreversible damage. He just recently has come to terms with his feelings, he refuses to let the boy out of his grasp when he’s this close to voicing his emotions.

Lance makes a note of how Shiro is carrying him almost effortlessly, the thought distracting him from the throbbing pain of his head, scratchiness of his throat, soreness of his muscles, and ache in his chest. It doesn’t last long and he’s soon consumed once more by the dark shadows of agony that curl at the edges of his vision. He’s going to pass out soon, he can feel it in the way his limbs feel leaded and heavy and the spotted vision is now a a wave of black that occasionally sweeps over his eyes. Shiro feels Lance’s weight shift underneath him, and his expression grows worried when he sees how pale Lances face is, dried blood a stark contrast on desaturated lips. He looks…dead.

He shakes his head, dismissing the thought before it can bloom into full heated panic, and he finally gets to the healing pods. He adjusts Lance so his body his folded over one of Shiro’s shoulders, and he peers at the control panel in front of one of the pods. Everything’s in Altean, and Shiro can’t make out any of the foreign text. He lets out a frustrated sigh before he slams his robotic fist into the panel. Sparks shoot out as the entire panel cracks with electricity, smoke emitting from a large gash caused by the galra prosthetic. To Shiros surprise, the pod opened, and he carefully transported Lance inside, weary of his physical state and careful not to disturb him further.

When Lance moans in agony, Shiros expression softens and he swipes a flesh thumb along Lances cheek bone. He whispers soothing reassurances that lull Lance to sleep before he plants a chaste kiss to his forehead, stepping back, and watching as the high-tech pod seals itself shut. Now he needs to get Coran so he can check on Lance’s vitals. But he really doesn’t want to leave Lance here like this, especially when he’s not even sure if the pod is working. A few seconds pass in heavy silence, Shiro staring at Lance’s near-lifeless state, conflicted. He weighs the pros and cons. If he goes and gets Coran, he can help determine what’s wrong with Lance and hopefully help him get better. However, Lance’s vitals could be fluctuating, and if he leaves him unattended, he could die while Shiros gone. With a heavy sigh, he turns and sprints full speed toward Coran’s room, screeching to a halt before he breaks through the fancy altean architecture.

“Coran! Coran! I need your help!”

His voice is scratchy and borderline desperate, but Shiro can’t be bothered to care right now. He needs to hurry before Lance flatlines. He hears a shuffling of feet outside the room before a very tired and very irritated looking Coran opens the door.

“Shiro, what on all quiznaki-“

“Lance looks deathly pale and he’s really sick and he could be dying so I put him in a pod but i don’t know if the pod is working and he looks really bad and I just need your help.”

The words come out in a rush, a wave of anxiety and fear that leaves Shiro breathless and almost shaking where he stands. He looks at Coran pleadingly, who blinks twice before breaking past Shiro and down the hall toward the pods. Shiro heaves a relieved sigh, sprinting after Coran, praying to every planet’s god that Lance is still alive. When they do get down to the pods, he hears the familiar beep indicating Lance’s heart is still beating, and the wave of relief that washes over him almost makes him sob with joy. Lance is alive, and he’s able to be here with him while Coran figures out what exaclty is wrong with him.

After a few thoughtful hums, moustsche twirls, and tapping of buttons, Coran turns to give Shiro his full attention.

“It appears that Lance has contracted a sickness that was transmitted to him from the last planet we visited. The affects in the population are relatively similar to the Earths common cold, but it’s seems Lance is showing more…extreme levels of the symptoms.”

Shiro frowns at the vague explanation Coran has offered. “He’s going to be okay, right?”

Coran brightens. “Oh! Yes of course, he’ll be fine. But he is currently comatose and will have to remain in the pods until the disease wears off. Should be more than a few quintants.”

Shiro raises an eyebrow questionly.

“…A few days, as you would call it.”

Shiro nods, gaze lingering on the thin boy almost lifeless behind the glowing teal of the healing pod. His face is expressionless, eyes shut and skin lacking their usual red flush. The uneasiness churns in Shiros gut, bitter and unrelenting even with the reassurance that Lance is going to be okay. He looks so out of place, unlivlely and charismatic, and it’s driving Shiro insane. But he knows he has to be patient, and that once Lance wakes up his usual flush will return to his cheeks, his eyes regaining their sharp blue that sparkles in the light like the sun on ocean waves. He just has to wait.

Patience is a krypotnite, and Shiro feels weakened by each hour that passes without a familiar cocky smirk or flirtatious wink. He sits under Lances pod, waiting. The silence is numb and buzzing in his ears, the lack of Coran’s conversational chatter long gone.

This was going to take a while.

For you, my love! (*^3(*^o^*)

Just under 1,000 words of Sebinis fluff!

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Sebastian was terrible at taking care of himself.

It had taken Ominis years to fully grasp the extent of it, but at this point, he could read the signs with infuriating ease.

The tension in Sebastian’s voice when he insisted he was fine.

The way his footsteps were heavier, how he rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck as though brute force could undo the damage months of stress had done to his body.

And, of course, the way he collapsed into bed at the end of the day with a groan so deep it could be mistaken for a death rattle.

Ominis would try to help him but he was usually met with a swat and a grumble.

Here you go my love! @sebentinuminis I hope you like this! It was super sweet to write the italic "oh" moment haha

About ~330 words

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Sebastian only needed to grab his textbook. It was a simple mission really… Enter, Retrieve, Exit. Nothing extreme. His mind was already working out the quickest way to write twelve inches on the uses of dittany that he pushed open the dormitory door without a second thought.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a flash of light.

No, not light…

Skin.

Ohhhhhhh mmmmmm hmmm.....

I think Ominis naturally fell first, mostly cuz Seb and Anne are the first people to really care for him (other than Noctua) and that really made his feelings sky rocket.

I think he didn't realize his feelings were more than platonic for a good long while because he probably assumed these feelings, being different than with Anne, were just how guys show they care....

Oh how wrong he was.

On the flip side, I think Sebastian 100% fell harder. He saw this guy who was closed off and guarded and in typical Sebastian Sallow fashion, he barreled into those walls to make that sweet boy smile, because it was the brightest thing in the world to him.

Who are your top three HL characters? And Harry Potter ones?

Love you moot!

Damn you are faster than the speed of light Jesus

Hogwarts Legacy:

1: Ominis Gaunt (obviously, did you expect anyone else???)

2: Poppy Sweeting

3: Sebastian Sallow orrrr Amit Thakkar

Harry Potter Era

1: Luna Lovegood

2: Dobby

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Omg NOOOOOO I don’t wanna be on the naughty list! I promise all the smutt is very good and nice so it should put me on the nice list!!

I do have an incredible music taste! Everyone should agree with that lol