Last years Valentine’s art is the most popular piece in this acc until this day (for unknown reasons) and I thought I needed to top it with style this year
Also for the love of god CLICK ON THE PICTURE bc tumblr slaughtered image quality
This is my spidey lance au and I will yap abt the lore at some point bc I have a lot more works on the go for thi but now I’m tired so wall get it as it is
Julance day... 5 , honestly I got a bit of extra work last week and I’m waaayyy behind Julance schedule...but I wanted to finish this by I’m a big fan of Spider-Man and Spider-Man 2099 ( aka Miguel O’Hara is my fav) so yeah, I’ll continue tomorrow with Wednesday promp and maybe someday I’ll finish the days I lost
Edit: I forgot, Ihave these as wallpapers in my insta stories
“You should really go straight home today, Lance.”
With a tissue pressed to his nose, Lance freezes at Hunk’s words, and he drags a narrowed gaze toward his best friend. “You know I can’t do that,” he mutters around the tissue with a voice thick with congestion.
Hunk twists around in his desk chair and leans toward Lance with a loud sigh. “But you’re sick.”
The want to dismiss Hunk’s claim is hot on Lance’s tongue, but his lungs choose that moment to swell and rattle out a few sharp coughs that have him turning away to bury his face into the crook of his arm.
Hunk arches one brow when Lance looks back. “I can’t wait to hear you make an excuse for that,” he says while motioning toward Lance.
“It’s just allergies,” Lance replies with a low sigh as he rubs absently at his throat. He knows it’s not allergies; he knows Hunk knows it’s not allergies, but he will take this excuse to the grave, whatever he has to do.
“You have a fever,” Hunk supplies, and Lance snaps his face toward Hunk with a dismissal burning on his lips, but his words come to a screeching halt when Hunk takes the chance to press a few fingertips to his cheek.
“A bad one at that,” Hunk mutters as he drops his hand with a deep frown. “Lance-”
“Hunk, I can’t,” Lance groans while massaging his head. The skin underneath his hand is hot; though, it warms his icy hands, so he can’t really complain. “I can’t skip work.”
“Employees are typically allowed sick days. It’s better to not go to work while sick because if you do, you risk contagion, and thus, the business is put at risk.”
Both Lance and Hunk turn their gazes slowly toward Keith, who is occupying a desk in the back corner and scribbling away at a sketchpad.
“I’m convinced you only come to detention to eavesdrop,” Hunk mutters to Keith just as Lance quickly presses his tissues back to his nose as small sneezing fit wracks his frame.
“You two talk loud enough,” Keith points out without pulling his gaze away from his sketchpad, and Lance sniffles before narrowing his eyes toward Keith.
“Doesn’t matter if we are screaming, you still shouldn’t listen.” Lance spits out, annoyance falling away to surprise when Keith looks up with a deadpan expression.
“Your voice sounds stupid right now.”
Lance tosses both hands in the air with a loud sigh before spinning back in his chair to glare at the clock as if he can will the hands to move faster. He’s itching to get out and suit up for another night of patrol; his muscles are tense from a full day of school paired with this stupid cold, and he wants nothing more than to swing around buildings as he searches for even the slightest hint of danger. He’s almost falling into a daze when Hunk gasps quietly at his side.
He snaps a quick gaze to see his friend hunched over his phone, and he leans over with a loud sniffle to try and sneak a peek. “What?” He asks when Hunk twists his body away to block Lance from seeing the phone. “What is it?”
“Nothing that concerns you,” Hunk mutters, but before Lance can press further, their detention supervisor is hopping from her chair and cutting on the small television.
As soon as the news pops on, Lance’s jerks up straight in his seat as all of his muscles go tense. There appears to be a fire, not far from here he thinks. An apartment building it looks like. The camera pans away from the building to a newswoman interviewing a very distraught older man.
“And you said your child is still in the building?”
“Yes! Please! I need help! Please! Where’s that spider guy? He can save my kid, can’t he?”
Lance spares one quick glance toward Hunk, but the latter has no argument to stop Lance from going, not when peoples’ lives are involved. There’s worry coloring Hunk’s eyes, but Lance smiles a wide smile before shooting up from his chair.
“Lance? Where are you-”
Lance glances toward the door as he grabs at a bouncing thought. He suddenly hunches over with one arm pressed tightly around his abdomen. “I don’t feel well. I think I might…” He fakes a gag and clamps a hand over his mouth, and the teacher waves him away with a hushed gasp.
He snatches his backpack and darts out of the room, and the second the door is closed, he’s racing toward the school’s exit as fast as his protesting legs will take him.
*****
“Spider-Man is here!”
“He’s come to save us!”
Lance can’t help the animated wave toward the civilians below as he swings toward the burning building. He crashes through a window, and instantly he’s sucking in gulps of smoke that have him coughing and bracing against a wall as his vision wavers in and out of focus. But, a piercing scream has him shaking his head and putting one arm up in front of his face as he moves toward the distressed person.
After searching two rooms, he finds a young girl cowering in the corner, and she shares slight similarities with the man he saw on the news. She perks up when she sees him approaching her, and Lance drops to a crouch in front of her.
“You ready to get out of here?” He asks, keeping his voice calm yet confident, and the young girl nods quickly and holds out both arms. Lance scoops her up and adjusts her to where he’s supporting her weight with one arm before he races toward the nearest window and dives out.
It takes only seconds of smooth swinging until he’s dropping onto the ground with a light thump, and he’s instantly met with screams of encouragement and praise as he hands the young girl to the apparent father.
“My daughter. You-”
“Don’t worry about it,” Lance says while rubbing at the back of his neck. “It’s what I’m here for. You should go get her checked out by a paramedic, though. I don’t know how much smoke she’s inhaled.”
The man nods and scurries off toward the multiple ambulances lining the street, and Lance watches him go before turning away to cough harshly into the crook of his arm. Each cough grates uncomfortably against his throat, and he fails to hear a newswoman approach him until it’s too late.
“Are you quite alright, Spider-Man?”
Lance jumps and swallows back more coughs as he snaps his gaze toward the woman. There’s a camera pointed toward him, and he quickly eases into a charming persona. “I’m just perfect,” he tells the woman with a wink. “Just inhaled some smoke.” When the woman nods with a look of relief, Lance takes the sudden interruption in his favor. “Do you know if there’s anyone else still in the building?”
“Three more people on the top-”
Lance doesn’t wait for her to finish as he whips around and shoots a strong web to pull him up to the top floor.
*****
The whole ordeal takes around two hours, and by the time he’s finished, Lance is utterly exhausted. He finds the roof of an apartment building and perches himself on the edge with his knees drawn tightly to his chest to suppress the tremors coating his veins with ice. Every muscle in his body is aching fiercely, his head is pounding, his nose is red-rimmed and irritated, and his chest feels tight and hot. He wants to rip his mask off, call it a day, but it’s still too early despite the sun just now dipping below the horizon and bringing with it the chill of night.
He typically patrols until one or two a.m., so he’s got quite a bit of time ahead of him, but he’s struggling to muster up the energy to do just about anything. A sudden tickle in his nose as him sliding his thumb under his mask, but right as he’s about to rip it off, a door slams open behind him.
He jumps and falls forward off the building, but his quick reflexes have him utilizing his abilities to cling to the brick wall and slowly climb back up just in time to see Keith looking over the edge at him.
“I thought I killed you,” Keith says flatly, and Lance contemplates letting go of the ledge he’s now grabbing onto and swinging away, but a sharp breeze brings along a tight shiver, and he reluctantly pulls himself up and over until he’s back on the roof facing Keith.
“What are you doing here?” Lance asks while desperately trying to make his voice sound deeper than it usually is; though, with the congestion and evident rasp, that’s not as challenging as he may think
For a moment, Keith just frowns with a slight tilt of the head, and Lance is practically on edge by the time the mysterious boy decides to respond.
“You’re sick.”
Lance sighs, but then he’s forced to slip his mask up just above his nose to sneeze harshly into the crook of his elbow. His shoulders shake with the force, and he breathes out a low groan that feels like sandpaper against his throat just as he turns back to Keith with one hand already pulling the mask back down. But, when Keith’s slender fingers wrap around his wrist, Lance freezes and sucks in a sharp gasp just as Keith prods lightly at his exposed cheek with his fingertips.
“You’re hot.”
“Are you hitting on me?” Lance asks quickly in a blaring attempt to direct the attention elsewhere, but Keith only frowns and drops his hands back to his sides, allowing Lance to fully slip the mask back on.
“No. I mean your skin is hot like you’ve got a fever.”
Lance shrugs and crosses his arms over his chest as another sharp breeze whips past the two. “I’m fine. Why are you here?”
“I live here,” Keith says while motioning absently to the apartment building. “You should be resting.”
He sounds like Hunk, Lance thinks as he spins on his heel to leap off the building, but before he can, those same slender fingers are finding his wrist once more.
“Wait. My brother is a doctor, so our apartment is overflowing with medicine. I can give you some.”
Every thought in Lance’s mind screams that this is not a good idea, but he’s feeling absolutely dreadful, so he nods and follows Keith into the apartment building and down three flights of steps until they reach the apartment.
Lance can hear clanking around about in the kitchen as the two walk in, and moments later, a young man is walking into the room, only to jerk to a halt with wide eyes. He’s tall, broad, sporting a soft red apron and looking seconds from keeling over from shock alone.
“Um, Keith? You know that… There’s… Spider-Man…”
Lance offers a small wave as Keith waves a dismissive hand toward his brother.
“Don’t be a fangirl about it, Shiro. He’s sick, so I’m going to give him some of our medicine.”
Lance is honestly impressed with how quickly Shiro steps into doctor mode. The older boy’s face scrunches up into a clear image of concern, and he’s already starting toward Lance.
“Sick? Is there something I can do?”
Lance wants to say no, but before he can utter a peep, Keith’s moving in for the response.
“Seems like just a bad cold, but if you could heat up some of your magic soup, that would be cool.”
“That’s not-”
“Of course!”
“Necessary,” Lance finishes under his breath as he allows Keith to pull him into a bathroom down a small hall. He’s ordered onto the edge of a tub, and he complies wordlessly as Keith rustles about in a medicine cabinet. After a few moments, Keith moves toward Lance with a thermometer and a bottle of pills, and Lance is already shaking his head before Keith can get a word out.
“This is really all too much,” he tries, but Keith ignores him in favor of crouching before him and thumbing at his mask.
Lance goes tense, and he growls out a single “don’t.”
“Not all the way,” Keith says as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Just like before. Right above your nose.”
Lance nods once then swats Keith’s hand away to lift his mask himself. He eases it just to the bridge of his nose and turns away to let out a few harsh coughs before turning back to have a thermometer shoved in his mouth. He keeps still and silent until the device beeps. Keith is slightly quicker and snatches the instrument before he frowns at the reading.
“102.4 degrees,” he mutters. “That’s kind of high.”
Lance is already slipping his mask back down. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine,” he mutters, more as a reassurance to himself than to Keith. The number is certainly higher than he expected, but it makes sense considering how awful he’s feeling. But, he wouldn’t take back going out to save those people today; he would never skip out on rescuing innocent lives.
“You will be once you take these and have some soup.”
Again, Lance shakes his head as if to protest, but Keith waves a dismissive hand.
“It’s pretty clear you are lacking in the simple ability to take care of yourself, so I’ll step up and help.”
Frowning Lance tilts his head at this. “Why?”
The shimmer that flicks across Keith’s eyes is one Lance picks up on instantly but cannot decipher. He wants to press further, to ask why Keith is helping him, but Shiro calling out that the soup is done has Keith turning sharply on his heel and stalking off to the kitchen. Lance waits only a moment, taking a second to collect his thoughts, before he slowly stands and starts after Keith.
*****
“You look worlds better.”
Lance shuts his locker and smiles softly at Hunk. “I’m feeling worlds better.”
“Did you take my advice and rest after you played hero and saved people?”
Lance is listening to Hunk, but his gaze is drifting over toward Keith across the hall. The two lock eyes, and they hold the other’s gaze for an endless second until Keith pulls away and stalks off down the hall toward his first class.
Lance drags his fleeting gaze back to Hunk and shrugs.
My hands slipped, and I wrote a part 2 type thing to my Klance Spiderman AU sickfic. (Part 1 here!)
Word Count: 1703
Screaming, explosions, sirens, frantic chattering, bricks thumping to the ground after being blown off by fire shots, and all Lance can focus on is Keith, who is caught halted in fear as the swooping enemies dart about above him and cause damage to the large bank.
Lance is perched on the ledge of a nearby building as other Avengers fire and attack the enemies, and he had been helping until he spotted his classmate accidentally stumble into this mess. And since then, Lance has been horribly distracted and has taken quite a few hits as a result.
He's just about to leap off when he spots an enemy close enough with an unprotected side, but his gaze ends up following a sudden second enemy aiming flaming hands toward the building Keith is standing right beside. There's a fleeting image of Keith getting buried by a massive pile of bricks crossing Lance's mind just as the ball of fire crashes against the side of the building, and not even a second later, Lance is shooting a web toward Keith with one, singular thought: save him.
Time seems to slow down as Lance swoops down toward Keith with an open arm. He hooks his arm around Keith's stomach at the dip of his swing, and time moves back to regular speed as they shoot forward right out of harm's way. There's nothing around for Lance to shoot a web to, and he doesn't want to risk swinging back into the danger with Keith, so he breaks the web when the two are fairly close to the ground and both tumble and roll briefly against the pavement.
Lance is on his feet the second his body stops and he races toward Keith, who is pushing himself up on trembling arms with a low groan.
"Are you okay?" Lance asks quickly as he drops to a knee beside Keith. He holds his hands out as if to comfort the boy but stops just short of Keith's back and shoulders and lets his hands hover over the boy instead.
Keith wordlessly nods and struggles to his feet. Lance mirrors Keith's movements as close as he dares in case Keith isn't okay after all. His eyes scan all over Keith's body for any clear signs of injury, but true to his nod, Keith seems fine, albeit slightly banged up from the fall.
"Spider-Man!"
Both Lance and Keith jump and turn to see a newswoman racing toward them with a cameraman huffing and puffing behind her while struggling to keep up.
"That was a miraculous save, and just in time! Had you been any later, and this boy would have been crushed."
Lance glances over his shoulder to see half of the building collapsed into a massive heap of bricks and furniture right where Keith had been standing, and when he slowly turns his gaze back, his eyes gloss over Keith's pale face also staring at the spot where he'd been standing. Lance takes in how Keith's eyes are slightly wide, and he frowns at the slight tremor taking hold of Keith's hands.
"Do you have any words for Spider-Man, young man?"
Lance keeps his gaze locked on Keith as the latter slowly turns back to the camera. For a moment, Keith only opens and closes his mouth as if searching for words, and Lance is about to step in when Keith clears his throat.
"Thank you."
Lance's eyes widen at the pure sincerity coating Keith's voice, and he spares a moment to soak it in before clamping a hand down to Keith's shoulder with a wide smile.
"No need for that. If I were doing this purely for the thanks, then it wouldn't mean anything." He flashes a smile toward the camera before turning a quick gaze back to Keith and tightening his hand on Keith's shoulder. "Now get out of here. It's too dangerous." He nods to Keith, offers an animated wave right into the camera, then races off back into the battle with a mind burning hot with the desire to fight.
*****
After two hours of fighting and talking with the press, Lance is finally making his slow way back home. He could swing across the buildings and shorten the time, but he's got a gaping gash on his side that's singed around the edges with a pulsing burn from when he got hit with a fire blast and knocked toward a glass window while distracted by Keith. He knows it will heal on its own, but it will take a few days of discomfort before it's gone fully. And right now, it hurts.
He keeps one hand pressed to it while he slowly makes his way back to his apartment, but he only gets a few more steps when a low yet familiar voice is calling out to him.
"Hey."
Lance jumps and spins around with a sharp wince to face Keith, who is leaning against the side of a building in the shadows. His cheeks are flushed from the cold, and his clothes are still dirty from the fall.
"I thought I said to get out of here," Lance says with a groan as he pushes harder against his wound.
"I did. I left the specific area and came here."
"Why?" Lance asks with a breathy huff. "Why not just go home?"
"Because you're hurt." Keith motions toward the hand Lance has pressed to his side, and Lance glances down at it before turning a sharp gaze back to Keith.
"It will heal."
"It must hurt right now."
"It will heal." Lance repeats with a force that he can only chalk up to crashing adrenaline. He breathes out a low huff and softens his gaze. "Why were you out there anyway? You could have been killed."
"I got lost."
Lance arches a brow. "No, you didn't."
"No, I didn't," Keith agrees before stepping closer with an outstretched hand. "May I?" He asks, motioning toward Lance's wound, and Lance takes a step back with narrowed eyes.
"Tell me why you were there first."
"To help you," Keith says flatly as he crouches down and pulls at Lance's arm. "Now let me see."
Lance frowns but allows Keith to move his hand and examine the wound. "You know I'm, like, a superhero right? I've kinda got the whole dangerous situations thing covered."
"And yet here you are with a nasty cut and severe burns."
"I said it will heal."
"When?"
Lance sighs. "A few days."
"My brother-"
"Is a doctor and can help me," Lance finishes with a huff. "I know, but I'm really okay."
"What's the harm in letting him have a look at you and patching you up?"
Exposure, Lance thinks. He risked a lot last time he entered Keith's apartment for the medicine when he was sick. He can't do it again. "Because it would be a waste of supplies."
"That's a stupid answer," Keith says as he grips Lance's arm and starts toward his apartment building.
Lance's muscles tremble against the urge to pull away, but his heart says to just follow. So, he does.
*****
The second Keith twists the doorknob to his apartment door, there's a loud shuffling sound from inside the apartment, and moments later, the door is being pulled open hard enough that Lance thinks it may be ripped right off the frame.
Shiro stands on the other side, chest heaving and frantic face falling away to relief. "Keith," he breathes out and gathers Keith in his arms.
Lance watches, unsure of what's happening, and Keith groans against Shiro's chest.
"I can't breathe."
Shiro pulls away but keeps both hands planted on Keith's shoulders. "Are you out of your mind? I saw you on the news! The woman said you almost died! And then you never came home!"
"I'm fine," Keith mutters as he slides away from Shiro's hands. "But, he's hurt," he finishes, motioning back toward Lance, and it's only then that Shiro picks up on Lance's presence.
Next thing Lance knows, he's being pulled into Shiro's arms, but his sharp wince as Shiro pulling back with a frown.
"I said he's hurt, Shiro," Keith groans just as Shiro scans eyes over Lance until he spots the wound. "That doesn't mean crush him with a hug."
Shiro drops to a crouch to prod lightly at the wound. "I'm sorry," he says. "I'm just so thankful that you saved my brother, Spider-Man."
Lance can't help the smile that pulls at his lips, and he offers a nod toward the older man just as Shiro gets to his feet with a frown.
"That looks pretty bad."
"It will heal."
"But it's still hurting him," Keith points out with a sharp voice.
Lance shoots a narrow gaze toward Keith, willing the boy to shut up.
"Well, we can patch it up and make it more comfortable on you while it heals."
Lance wants to tell Shiro that it's not necessary, but he knows how well that panned out last time, so he wordlessly follows the two into the apartment.
When they reach the bathroom, Lance freezes. He doesn't have his change of clothes, and he knows that for Shiro to properly work, he's going to have to take his suit off. "I don't..." He says, motioning weakly toward his suit in a helpless gesture.
"Oh. Oh! Keith can lend you some clothes. Right, Keith?"
Keith only nods and wordlessly starts to his room, and only five minutes later, Lance is standing shirtless in the bathroom with a pair of Keith's gym shorts on.
"The mask-"
"The mask stays on," Keith interrupts Shiro before Lance can say exactly what Keith had just said.
"Okay," Shiro says before motioning for Lance to take a seat on the edge of the tub as he gets to work. "So are you two... friends?"
There's a gloss of hope coloring Shiro's tone, and when Lance looks to the older man, he can see Shiro's orderly composure threatening to crack away to reveal an awestruck fan.
Lance drags his gaze toward Keith, and for an endless second, the two stare at each other. Finally, Keith clears his throat to reply for both of them.
"Something like that."
