#sick!lance

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Red Cheeks

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

part 1 2 3

[theklancecollection]

the adult dosage of aspirin is two pills, not one - siyatania

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.

Rating: M

[fluffyllamas-23]

Okaaaay so this is a very, very belated birthday gift, which is now also doubling as a get well fic for @appynation <3 feel better soon bb don’t die (I’m sorry this is so late, and also so short, I’m the actual worst).

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

(SLIGHT emeto warning)

Allura had warned them.  She had warned them to be careful, that the air on this planet was toxic, and that they had to make sure that they aren’t exposed to it.  Lance had rolled his eyes at that, because they had their armor, which should protect them from being exposed, and none of them were dumb enough to remove it.

As soon as they landed on the planet, Shiro reminds them all to be careful, and reminds them that they’re just there for recon, and they were not to engage.  He gives out instructions: Hunk, Pidge and Keith were on perimeter, while Shiro and Lance go explore the heavily forested area.  

Lance walks beside Shiro, bayard in his hand.

They walk for a few minutes in silence, the only sound coming from the snapping of twigs, and the crunch of leaves underfoot.  

About ten minutes in, heat prickles at the back of his neck, and a dizzy, nauseous feeling washes over him.

He swallows harshly, his vision swimming as he squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head.

It’s too hot. He can’t breathe - he needs to get his helmet off.  He needs it off now.

“Why’s ’it s’hot out here?” Lance slurs, stopping in his tracks as he tugs at his helmet.  

“Lance?” Shiro frowns, turning around to look at him.

“S’too hot...why’s it so hot?” He asks breathlessly.

“Lance,” he repeats sharply, frowning in confusion.

Lance coughs weakly, staggering to the side as he tries desperately to remove his helmet.

Shiro is there in an instant, panic bubbling in his chest as he grabs Lances wrists and pulls them away from his helmet.  

Lance looks at him, glassy eyed and unfocused as his face goes completely pale.

“What’s the matter? Are you sick?” Shiro demands.

After a moment, Lance shakes his head, the movement is jerky, “no...no...m’not sick.”

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“Can’t breathe,” he wheezes, pawing at Shiro’s hands, trying to push them away.  If he can just get this fucking helmet off, everything will feel better.

Dizziness washes over him, making his knees buckle.  Shiro catches him with a surprised yelp.

“What? What happened?” Pidge asks, her frantic voice coming through the coms.

“Shiro?” Keith asks.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Comes Hunk’s voice.

“Lance is…I don’t know. Something is wrong. We need to get him back to the castle...run diagnostics.”

When it’s very clear that Lance is incapable of walking on his own, Shiro scoops him up and carries Lance’s trembling body back to his lion, and as soon as he’s inside, and the doors are sealed, he lowers Lance to the ground and pulls his helmet off.

Lance is wheezing, sucking in shallow breaths as he clutches his chest and struggles against how fucking tight it feels.

He’s vaguely aware of people around around him, of hands on his face and body and of snippets of conversation.  

Everything hurts, and he just wants this to end.

“-ance.  Lance!” Hunk says, patting Lance’s cheeks roughly, “look at me, dude.”

Lance forces his eyes open, and then lets out a low groan of pain as his eyes throb.

“-Really nasty fever,” he fades out.  Fades in, “tear in your suit,” fades out. Fades in, “-be okay,” fades out.

“Fuck,” Keith hisses, “he’s really fucking out of it.  How much longer, Shiro? We need to get him in a pod.”

“Not long.”

Lance comes to again, but ultimately feels too dizzy, and nauseous, and achey and tired and his head hurts too badly for him to do anything other than stare at the ceiling.

Everything sounds muffled, everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion, and Lance feels as if he’s managed to catch the worst flu in the world.

He coughs again, chest burning and constricting as he does so, and Lance curls into himself with a whimper.  

As soon as they arrive back in the castle, it’s a bustle of activity. Allura is barking out instructions as Shiro carries him to the med bay.  Lance is nearly unconscious at this point, and is shivering so badly that Shiro nearly drops him.  They had removed his armor part way through the trip back to the castle, leaving him in only his boxers, because his fever was getting worse and he could hardly breathe.

As soon as they get him to the med bay, Coran tells them that the pods won’t work for this kind of thing, but fortunately, his exposure to the toxin wasn’t enough to kill him - just enough to make him feel awful for a couple of weeks.

They all let out a collective sigh of relief, and visibly deflate.  Nobody realized just how anxious they were, but now that they know he’s going to be okay, they can breathe again.

Shiro doesn’t even want to think about what would have happened if Lance had succeeded in removing his helmet.  

It’s been about hours since they got back.  Lance is curled up next to Shiro, an oxygen mask strapped to his face.  They had managed to get his fever down from nearly 105 degrees to a less worrisome 102, but it doesn’t seem to help. Lance still feels really, really awful, and is shivering beneath a blanket as he coughs almost incessantly, wishing desperately for either death or a sudden, miracle cure.

Shiro rubs his arm up and down soothingly before he looks down at Lance.  

“How are you doing?”

Lance adjusts his position so that he’s laying with his head in Shiro’s lap, “I feel like shit.”

Shiro’s stomach clenches at how weak he sounds, and smiles down softly at Lance as he strokes his burning cheek, “I know.  Get some sleep, you’ll feel better when you wake up.”

Lance’s eyes slip shut without further prompting, and Shiro cards his hand through his hair.  

“Goodnight, Lance.”

“‘Night.”

[no-i-didnt-notice-im-short]

Lost Memories (Reverse)

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.

Be gentle, this is the first long post i have ever written to be posted online. And English is so not my first language.

[look-its-casper]

Okay okay PROMPTS so what if Lance is super duper sick but he doesn't want to tell anyone, maybe because he's trying to prove hat he's not useless? Idk, but then they end up getting called into battle and he ends up passing out and collapsing in the middle of a bunch of troops and someone has to save him.

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!”

Lance runs in after Shiro, adrenaline helping to lessen how awful he’s feeling. He’s not given a moment to think before he’s descended upon by Galra soldiers. He’s never been good at hand to hand to hand combat, though, at least not as good as the others. As that thought passes through his mind, he growls low in his throat, tensing his shoulders as he dodges a hit. He can do it- he’s just as good as the others.

The Galra don’t let up, almost as if hive mind had taken over completely. It’s a seemingly endless barrage, and Lance can’t help but think of a Hydra- he knocks down one soldier, and two more come and attack him.

As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he needs help. He’s tiring fast, and the black spots dancing in his vision are getting worrisome. As his awareness goes down, the amount of pain he’s in hits him full force, causing his breath to hitch. He must’ve been a bit louder than he thought, as Shiro’s voice comes through the comms.

“Lance, was that you? Are you okay?” It takes Lance a minute to get enough oxygen to answer, at which point Shiro presses more. “Lance! Answer me. Are you okay?”

“I… might need a bit of help.” Lance has to force the words out- he’s not as good as the rest of them, he can’t handle this on his own. He’s moving on autopilot and almost misses Shiro’s next statement.

“-at happened?”

What happened? Was that what Shiro had just asked? He’s not sure exactly what’s going. “Hydra.”

“Lance, what are you talking about? I’m coming, just hang in there.”

Lance nods, not realizing that Shiro wouldn’t be able to see him through the comms.

Fortunately, Shiro is already running over, and catches the movement. When he sees Lance suddenly drop to the ground, he runs harder than he can remember ever doing before. It wasn’t fast enough, though, and Shiro winces as he decapitates one of the soldiers. Lance is going to have a few nasty bruises when he wakes up. A small voice in the back of Shiro’s head whispers ‘if,’ and he forces it back, swallowing thickly.

Lance is fine.

He has to be.

Lance not being fine isn’t an option.

It’s not an option as Shiro cradles Lance’s limp body in his arms, Keith covering his back as he runs to the lions.

It’s not an option as Coran calibrates the healing pods, moving as fast as possible because the fever is lethally high and there’s a risk of internal bleeding from the hits he took after collapsing.

It’s not an option when Lance is in the pod for nearly a week as the damage to his body is undone.

Yet Shiro still isn’t able to relax until Lance stumbles out of the pod, cracking a joke about how that’s not what he meant when he said he wanted someone to ‘hit on him.’

He’s not able to until he and Lance are alone, and he can look him in the eye and tell him he’s glad he’s okay.

He’s not able to until Lance’s smile seems a little less forced.

[the-vampire-artist]

Day 4: Strep (Lance)

@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.”

Part 1 | Part 2  | Part 3

[thecosberry]

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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[allura-a]

Warmth and Comfort

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.

"Just get some sleep, alright?" Lance hummed happily, his breathing falling into the steady rhythm of sleep. Shiro hugged Lance close to him, and Lance hugged back. They'd deal with his fever later. Right now? All Lance needed was Shiro's warmth and comfort.