More Super Pining AU since people have been asking for a sequel.
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"I'd really prefer it if you'd let me go, thanks. I have work today and I'd rather not-" A fist slammed on top of Lance's cage, effectively shutting him up as the ceiling dented.
"Quiet, hostage. Or I'll feed you to my lovely pet here." The villain sneered, the webs surrounding the area moving as the huge ass spider clicked its fangs menacingly.
The Villain, Bugman or whatever, was fiddling with a second cage containing a half human, half assassin bug fusion. Lance was to fuse with a silk spitter spider, and he was in no way looking forward to that. Again, he absolutely hated spiders.
He wondered if he'd ever see his friends again, see his crushes again, God, what about his Mamá?! He bit back the threatening tears and focused on wriggling his wrists to free himself from the rope.
That was when the wall exploded.
No, seriously, the wall literally exploded. Fire billowed out and melted half of the metal around the entry point, the rest shattering like glass from the strength of the blast and shrapnel slamming into the fusion machine, burning holes through the spiderwebs.
"You're going to regret putting your filthy hands on Lance, asshole." The furious superhero, Red, snarled. Crimson scales lined his slitted eyes, decorating his bare arms and glimmering on his neck like heated rubies.
The Villain screeched and sent his 'pet' to attack the hero, the distractions enough for Altea and Black to slip in unnoticed and begin to free the captive humans.
"Guys! Thank god you're here, I really didn't want to become half spider!" Lance whispered as loud as he dared, Altea bending the bars and Black slicing the ropes off of the captured man.
"YOU DARE FREE MY FUTURE PETS?! UNFORGIVABLE! YOU WON'T LEAVE ALIVE!!!" The Villain roared, opening the cages of the few fusions he had managed to make.
The horrifying creatures shrieked and went wild, thrashing and slamming into Red, who was struggling enough with the venomous monster spider.
"Black, go help Red, I have Lance. I'll get him and the other civilians out of here, so don't hold back." Altea said once the rest of the captives were freed and huddling away from the blasts of fire and screaming mutants.
Black nodded and bolted away to help his partner, leaving Altea and Lance to guide the civilians to the melted opening the Heroes had arrived through. Below, Olkari had whipped up a large cushion out of leaves and several cupped vines, Balmeran also ready to catch the humans several stories above.
One by one, the terrified people jumped and were caught by the vines and bulky hero, until only Lance and Altea were left.
Lance was about to jump when a hissing spider pinned him to the ground. Claws dug into his body and he cried out in pain as clicking fangs crept closer to his neck.
Altea sprung into action, tackling the monster away from Lance, practically tearing the beast apart.
Lance struggled to his feet, bleeding and panting, but the Villain grabbed him and held him up at needlepoint. "One more move and he gets poisoned!"
Everyone froze. Except for Lance.
The Cuban man was absolutely sick of this nonsense, this had been the fifth time this month! How bad was his luck anyways? Lance was no damsel in distress, and he intended to make sure this asshole knew it. Besides, he did not intend to be late for work again. Iverson was a ruthless boss and ten times more terrifying than this asshole and his stupid bugs.
Shuddering, he pulled water out of the blood that was sluggishly dripping down his side and managed a discreet whip about two feet long, five if he stretched it.
In a flash the water was wrapped around the Villain's face, cutting off the man's air supply and forcing him to let Lance go.
The struggling bad guy gurgled for air and in a final, defiant act, jammed the poison syringe into Lance's back as the man scrambled away, missing the neck where he'd planned to hit but effective all the same.
Lance cried out and collapsed, Red roaring in rage as the civilian blacked out.
Lance didn't remember much after that, just a ton of hot flashes, then sudden cold, then pain and the feeling of needles in his skin, before everything went quiet and he could get some decent rest.
It felt like hours before he woke up to a familiar ceiling. He was stiff and sore, and he felt as though his body was boiling. He wasn't in his bed though.
He blinked awake a little further and froze in place when a gust of warm air, tinged with the smell of campfire smoke, brushed the back of his neck. He turned his head just enough to see exactly what he was lying on, and he really had to stop to appreciate the view.
Keith, in full dragon form, curled around him and currently sleeping in Lance's apartment.
The occasional puff of black smoke curled out from his muzzle, and his scales were smooth and enveloped Lance is a sea of warm reds and the occasional glimmer of purple.
His horns curled down the side of his head and followed along the line of his muzzle until they jutted sharply down, like giant fangs.
A bladed tail curled over Lance, the deadly spines facing outward so as not to impale the small human, and spike tipped wings were tightly folded on either side of the ridged spine so as not to accidentally destroy Lance's apartment.
A soft mew interrupted Lance's admiring, and Blue, the kitten that Allura had given him a few weeks ago as a birthday present, jumped up onto his lap with a purr.
"Hey beautiful, did you miss me?" Lance murmured, scratching behind the delighted gray kitten's ears. Behind him, Keith rumbled softly in his sleep.
Lance was too tired to move, so he readjusted himself against Keith's side and fell asleep again.
It felt like only a few minutes when he stirred again, a cool palm against his forehead that was absolute bliss to his heated skin. He groaned weakly, and someone shushed him while a hand ran through his hair soothingly.
He could barely make out the sounds of people talking.
"The doctor... antidote... most of the poison... sweat out the rest... shouldn't move... spider... cracked... his ribs."
"... been... days, Allura! ... fever should have ...by now... temperature... too high... normal!"
"Shiro, I know... worried... nothing we can do... doctor instructed... keep him in the hospital, but..."
Lance tried to listen a little harder, sound not quite back with him yet.
"I know. Keith usually doesn't lose it like he did, and trying... Lance away... disastrous. We have to cool him down... none of us... ice powers... I don't know what else to do."
"He could be dying, Allura! I can't lose anyone else!"
The sudden yelling jolted Lance into lucidity for a brief moment, the sick man watching as blurred shapes suddenly became a distraught Shiro holding his face in his hands while Allura pulled him into a gentle hug. He wondered what Shiro meant.
"Who's dying?" He croaked out, startling the other two humans in the room.
"Lance! How are you feeling, buddy?" Shiro asked, pulling away from Allura and making his way to where Lance lay. The white haired woman disappeared into the kitchen while Shiro knelt next to the sick Cuban, prosthetic hand brushing over Lance's cheek.
"Sore. And hot. I mean I'm usually hot but this is, like, uncomfortably hot? I'm boiling alive, that's probably how my Mamà would put it." Lance groaned, leaning into the cooled metal of Shiro's prosthetic. Keith was awake now, and scrutinized Lance with a critical eye.
"I know. I'm sorry, but you need to sweat this fever out. You have to stay warm for a little while longer, okay?" Shiro soothed, running his other hand through Lance's sweaty hair.
Lance whined in the back of his throat, displeased. "I don't like sweating. It's icky and gross and the salt damages my skin. I wanna shower."
Shiro chuckled. "You can shower in a little while, when you feel better. I don't want you to fall over in the bath, okay? Get some more rest and we'll see how you do in the morning."
Lance grumbled but snuggled back into Keith's scales, much to the dragon's pleasure.
"You shouldn't cry, Shiro. 'M not dead. Too cute to die." He mumbled as he drifted back off to sleep.
Shiro's startled face would be the last thing he saw until the dawn.
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Okay so I'm splitting the sequel into 2 parts. One: for dramatic effect and Two: because the next part has a bit more angst and a shit ton more fluff that tastes sweeter after a day or two of angsty cliffhangers ;3
Hope you enjoyed! Part two should be out soon, if school doesn't drag me to hell ^~^;;
