#sick!lance

Langst: sickfic, sick!lance, I'm sick rn, really angsty

IDK man , in my opinion it sucks, comment what u think!

I don't know how to do fanfics tbh

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Lance woke up, his head pulsing ever so painful.

He groans as he tries to stand up from his bed. He fails on his first attempt

And his second

And third

It just hurt to move. Maybe he's going to take a break for today, Hunk's probably gonna come for him once he notices his best bud is absent.

He drifts back to sleep.

The most annoying sound wakes Lance up. The blaring alarm signifying the need for the paladins. His headache became much more painful ,his body as well. He forgets his pain and quickly stands up to get dressed, staggering with the sudden movement.

He ran as fast as his body could handle, which wasnt so fast. He came last of all the paladins, Allura glaring at him at his entrance.

"Lance, you've been gone ,like, for the whole day. Where were you" Hunk nudged him and quickly returning to helping Pidge. "Why are your cheeks pink, are you okay boy? " Coran asked

"actually , I'm not feeling so we-"

"Paladins! One of our Allies in System 420 is being attcked by Prince Lotor. They are currently holding their king hostage" Allura cutting him off with her following instructions on saving the planet.

Allura's voice would fade from time to time on Lance's ears. In context, he wasn't feeling great. But he doesn't want to jeopardize Voltron by lacking one paladin. Lance decides to ignore.

Lucky for Lance he wasn't fighting on ground, rather stopping Galra ships from entering the planet's atmosphere.

Unlucky for Lance the planet was basically made of lava and the heat of his red cheeks was hot enough for one person. Though he is piloting the red lion, red is able to withstand extreme heat, but the paladin isn't necessarily able to do the same.

As he goes to red he can see red having her barrier active "wha-Red? Open up! " red doesn't respond, his heart suddenly beats fast, His palms getting sweaty.

He's nervous, no anxious, more like terrified "R-red did I do something wrong? Why are you shutting me out? "

" Wait, do you hate me now? Just...just like blue?"

Pidge's comma turn on, you can hear blasters "Lance where the hell are you?! "

"Red isn't responding" Lance tried not to stammer, with his lip trembling.

His illness isn't helping with all these emotions he's feeling. Dissapointement, frustration, anger and self-worthlessness .

"what? Seriously you lost another lion Lance?" Hunk didn't seem to notice how harsh his words were, even with his usual sweet tone.

He lost another lion

His breathing is getting fast, he feels hotter,headache pulsing and pounding

Shit shit shit, they need me Red! Why are you shutting me out!

"Lance! The Plan! " they shout

Give me a second!

He looks straight at Red, furious, not at red though.

Let me in. I don't care why you're doing this, this mission is important

Blunt, serious and straight forward

Very Keith like

Red opened up, Lance's fever seems to remove his usual reasoning, replaced by only brashness.

Red tells him that he's not in the right mind and body, Lance ignores her, VERY KEITH LIKE.

Lance went to the battle field quickly and basically destroyed any galra battle ship in his sight.

Everyone seem to be slightly shocked with Lance's accuracy and strength at the moment

but the his actions are taking a toll to him, his breathing is far from stable, sweating profusely, muscle tensing constantly. It hurts but all he could think of is

I have to improve

I have to be better

I have to be faster

Stronger

I can't pull my team down just because I can't keep a lion

His vision darkens, only relying on his instincts rather than reason. Darkness on the edges.

He doesn't notice how much he's sweating, how hot it is, how red his cheeks are.

Be better

Lance blacks out

Word Count: 1, 493

Summary: “Hey, babe, don’t blame me if you get sick too,” Lance murmurs as Keith reaches out and takes a swig of his orange juice.

“Hm.” Keith hums absentmindedly in response, eyes glued to the shouting figures on screen.

Lance sighs. “Oh, who am I kidding. Of course you won’t get sick. Mima just has a sick sense of humour, that’s all.”

Keith and Lance move into a house Lance inherited from his deceased grandma.

Also, let’s just....pretend that keith is still a paladin, and that shiro is the OG shiro, kay thanks.

(SLIGHT emeto warning)

There are a lot of fics out there where Shiro forgets his and Lance’s relationship after his imprisonment and then cue all the langst and whatnot. 

But, what if it was the other way around and Lance forgets Shiro. 

Lance, who was Shiro’s anchor.

Lance,  the love of Shiro’s life.

Lance, the person who supported him in pursuing his dream to become an astronaut since it was also his dream. 

Lance, who was the subjects of most of Shiro’s  prayers before every fight.

Lance, the one person Shiro was always scared to disappoint.

Lance, who doesn’t remember all those nights were they stayed up late on the roof of garrison  looking at constellations.

Lance, who doesn’t remember the plans they had in mind for after they graduated from Garrison.

Lance, who doesn’t remember how Shiro, who is not romantic one bit, made a huge romantic gesture on their first anniversary (with Hunk’s help but Shiro doesn’t know that Lance knows about that since it was still Shiro’s idea and that alone warmed his heart) 

Fic idea: Lance was diagnosed at the age of 14, and had to be hospitalized for the long periods of time due to chemotherapy. Shiro was Lance’s hero, he was the ace student and supposedly had the perfect life, and Lance aspired to have just that. He was subconsciously the reason that lance lives everyday to its fullest. Lance confused his crush with worship. So he worked hard to get into Garrison after the tumor was finally removed. Other than headaches, there was really no side effects that would’ve prevented him. All his hard work finally payed off and he was accepted, but due to the enlisting limit, he was put in cargo pilot level (and on hold for fighter class until someone dropped out Keith)

Shiro worked hard to get where he was. He studied and worked 7 days a week to save enough money as entrance fees, and with enough determination he was able to get accepted with a full scholarship into the Space exploration program where he worked up the ranks and continued to dazzel his superiors and fellow students alike. Lance caught Shiro’s eyes on one of those off duty days where Shiro was was walking around the halls of the dorms, Lance was with Hunk arguing over which was better Star Trek or Star Wars, he was being his usual loud self, laughing at Hunk whenever he made a better point yet thinking hard when Hunk makes a better point. He was beautiful, everything Shiro wanted, so full of life and passion. So he decided to seek him out and become friends with him, and Lance being totally smitten by Shiro, tries to hide his crush. But eventually the cat got out of the bag and they started dating. And if anyone thought they were good just as friends, didn’t even know what to expect from them when they started dating. They were their own power couple as no one knew about them (except Hunk ofc) as they were afraid it would be a problem with their supervisors

When the time for the Kerberos mission came, they were terrified and excited at the same time, this was what Shiro wanted and Lance was so happy for his boyfriend. They had a teary goodbye, promises were made and next think they know, Shiro was off to space.

The news of Shiro’s mission failure devastated Lance, and due to the stress, his relapsed. And it was ugly. But again, he pulled through, though with some complications. He lost some of his memories, those including his and Shiro’s friendship-to-relationship, and about some months before that too. For him, Shiro was still his hero, an out of reach legend. But he still went back to Garrison since that was still his childhood dream.

i guess i haven’t thought about more than this till now, but this is where Episode one picks up from. There could be 2 ways to go about from here 1) Hunk tells Shiro about what happened to Lance and he gets scared that he might trigger the tumor again so they hide it 2) They tell Lance and he tries to live up to Shiro’s memories of their relationship cue langst.

Did someone ask for Shance I think I heard someone ask for Shance

Sorry it took so long but I finally wrote!

“On my count.”

Lance hears Shiro’s voice and he tightens his grip on his bayard.

“One.”

He rolls his shoulders a bit, trying to release some of the tension that’s making his headache worse.

“Two.”

His stomach seems to roll along with his shoulders and he has to fight to keep from doubling over.

“Three!”

@vldwhumpmas2017

His throat felt like it was being ripped apart when Lance woke up in his bed. He looked over to Keith only to find him not there. He got up and tried to remember why Keith wasn’t with him at the moment. When he remembered, he mentally face palmed; he’d left Keith downstairs last night after they’d came home from Lance’s parents house. Keith had been feeling a little under the weather, so he decided to sleep downstairs because it was cooler down there than upstairs in their room. Lance went to look in the bathroom, just in case, but he found nothing. He checked some of the other rooms downstairs before attempting to call out for him.

“K-“ Lance started, but quickly cut himself off; his vocal cords felt like they were scratching his throat out. Lance figured it was just a waking up thing; he’d woken up with his throat feeling sore before. But this was a little different. Lance brushed it off and went to the Kitchen to grab some tea, only to find Keith fast asleep on the couch. He laughed to himself, only to find himself coughing. It hurt like hell, but he couldn’t stop. Keith stirred and woke up to see Lance standing behind the couch.

“Hey, Lance, are you okay? That cough doesn’t sound good.” He asked. Lance smiled once the short fit was done, and tried to say “I’m fine,” but it came out as barely a whisper.

“‘M fine...” Lance whispered silently. Keith’s face contorted to concern as he looked Lance up and down. He looked fine from the shoulders down, but beyond that, his tan skin had a soft pink to his cheeks, and his throat looked a little red. Keith placed a hand on Lance’s forehead to only sigh.

“Low Fever. And you have a nasty rash on your throat. I think you might’ve gotten strep from something.” He said calmly. Lance rolled his eyes as if to say, “I’m fine,” but Keith shushed him.

“Ap! Zip. You’re not fine and you know it, so let me take care of you.” Lance sighed and nodded. Keith smiled and sat Lance on the couch. “Stay here for a sec.” Lance obliged as Keith ran off to get a damp washcloth, water, and some throat drops. He returned to find Lance sat in the same spot he’d left him in.

“Here. Drink something. I have some throat drops for you when you want ’em, and a cloth for your fever.” He said, handing Lance the water bottle. Lance nodded and took a sip, only to cough it up moments later, placing a hand to his neck.

“H-hurts...” Lance’s voice was raw with pain, but at least he could speak now.

“Look who found their voice.” Keith said playfully. Lance rolled his eyes and flopped back onto the couch.

“Want some throat drops?” Keith said, waving the bag up. “They’re cherry, cause I know you hate the honey-licorice ones.” Lance nodded and popped one into his mouth.

“Th’nks...” he whispered.

“No problem, but try going on vocal rest for an hour or two; it’ll help your throat. That’s what I usually do before plays and shit.” Keith laughed. Lance smiled and nodded. He grabbed the remote and waved it, hoping Keith understood what he meant. Keith, being a good boyfriend and remembering what they usually did, nodded and asked,

“which movie is it this time?” Lance smirked and turned on Netflix, searching for the movie that would bring him laughing had he not had strep. He pressed play and Keith face palmed.

“My Dad is Scrooge? For real?” Keith laughed. “Didn’t you say you started crying last time you saw this?” Lance shrugged and tried to say something, but remembered how badly it hurt his throat. So he got up from the couch and grabbed a whiteboard and marker from the cabinet and wrote down,

“No, I said it’ll make you cry.” Keith laughed.

“Yeah, no. I’m not a crier. Especially not during movies.” Lance rolled his eyes and they watched the movie. Keith did wind up coming close to tears at one point, but he held them back. Lance had fallen asleep and once the movie ended, Keith got up, pulled the blanket onto Lance and kissed his forehead.

“Sweet dreams, my sharpshooter.”

A sick boy

I’m one of those Voltron fans who has WAY too many headcannon and scenario ideas. Often times I think of my Voltron babes getting sick, and how the other paladins would take care of them. Here’s mine for Keith:

First off- Keith would probably die alone if he didn’t have the others. He’d probably ignore his illness and fight through the pain. Without the rest of the team at his aid, I imagine he’d go on training and try to tough his way out of being sick. Sorry Keefy, it doesn’t work that way.

Shiro: Keith listens to Shiro, so he’d be the first to tell him he needs to take it easy. He’d help with making sure he’s comfortable and gets what he needs like extra blankets and such. 

Pidge: She would be responsible for taking his temperature and pinpointing his physical needs. She’d fetch any medicine he may have to take and make sure he takes it!

Hunk: He’d be the amazing comfort food chef. Hunk would serve up the tastiest soups and other soft foods. He’d even make sure to serve every drink with a bendy straw. Liquids are important when you’re sick!

Lance: Lance would provide his best company, cheering Keith up with jokes that hopefully don’t suck, and telling him stories about when he had gotten sick in the past. He’d help with all the extra little things like fluffing pillows making sure he’s not too hot/cold.

Winter is right around the corner! Get your flu shots! Wear a coat! Wash your hands! I hope everyone has a safe and healthy winter time! ️️

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A little something I wrote based on @shir-oh-no‘s post about Lance napping on top of Shiro. And I decided to make him sick bc I’m a ho

Word Count: 564

Extra Notes: College au, set in December, just after finals end

Lance is a good napper. Everyone who knows Lance knows that. He can lay down for thirty to forty five minutes to recharge, no problem. He can just close his eyes and pass out in seconds. He can nap in complete silence just as soundly as he can nap with Hunk, Pidge and Keith playing video games and yelling at each other. Lance can nap like nobody's business.

But only when he's laying on top of Shiro.

Now, it wasn't always like this.

Before he met Shiro, he didn't need anything to help him nap, he didn't need anything or anyone specific to help him fall asleep, he could just nap with no problem. Even when he did meet Shiro, he didn't need to be laying on him in some way to nap (even though he did very much prefer to be).

And then Shiro got into a car accident.

Ever since then, Lance doesn't nap if he's not with Shiro. Because no matter how much anyone says it to him, if Lance hadn't been taking a nap that day, Shiro wouldn't have gotten hurt. So now, Lance doesn't nap, let alone really sleep without Shiro.

So when Lance got back to his apartment after finishing his last final of the semester and saw Shiro laying on the couch watching TV, his head pounding and his muscles aching, Lance saw no better opportunity to take a quick nap. He kicked off his shoes, shrugged off his snow dusted backpack and coat, and made his way over to the couch. Shiro opened his arms to his boyfriend without missing a beat, and Lance all but collapsed into his warm embrace.

"How'd it go?" Shiro asked, toying with Lance's hair, still damp from melted snow from outside.

"Mmmh." Lance grunted, not wanting to aggravate the growing soreness in his throat. "Tired." He stated simply.

"I can tell." Shiro chuckled. He began combing through Lance's hair. "Do you maybe wanna take off this sweater before you pass out?" Shiro asked. "You're warm."

Lance grunted again, shaking his head and burying it further into Shiro's chest. "Cold."

"Are you getting sick?" Shiro asked, brushing his hair away from his forehead to feel it. The heat settling underneath his skin was enough of an answer. Shiro pulled the soft fleece throw blanket on the back of the couch over Lance and himself, smiling when Lance sighed as he was wrapped in the extra warmth.

"How's your nose?" Lance asked, his voice rougher than usual. Shiro chuckled, reaching up to brush the large scar across the bridge of his nose.

"Better, better.. It's almost starting to feel normal again." Lance nodded into Shiro's chest. Lance sniffled, and Shiro giggled. "It's doing better than yours, apparently." Lance smiled.

"Stupid snow.." Lance mumbled, just about ready to pass out. "Making me all sick 'n stuff.." Shiro let out a small laugh.

"We'll get a read on that fever when you wake up, yeah?" Shiro suggested. "Get you some tea and keep you nice and warm. How's that sound?"

"Mm.." Lance agreed. "You're good at that... Keep'n me warm..." Shiro smiled, leaning down and kissing Lance right on top of his head.