Bug…fable…

When Sickie was delirious with Fever and mistook Caretaker’s laps as his pillow😏😏😏

anyways I’m still yoi trash so here’s another fic. This one takes place entirely over text message and features a sick Yuuri who is in Japan while Victor is in Russia (from Victor’s pov)

900~ words

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Received 8:32pm hypothetically speaking, what’s the best way to get over a cold?

Sent 8:34pm✓ rest, soup and tea, and snuggles!

Sent 8:34pm✓ why do you ask?

Sent 8:35pm✓ also isn’t it super late where you are right now?

Sent 8:36pm✓ !!

Sent 8:36pm✓ wait

Sent 8:36pm✓ are you sick??

Received 8:37pm …

Received 8:37pm um… maybe a little?

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Bad Timing

Small fic to make up for my absence. Words: 1.5k

“Lance, you’re sick,” Keith stated. “You shouldn’t be here.” Lance rolled his eyes, shrinking back into his cubicle.

“I’m fine, I’ve told you. It’s just a cold,” Lance insisted. “Besides, I need to work.” Keith sighed, standing up and lunging for Lance, slapping his hand to Lance’s forehead.

“You’ve got a fever, Lance,” he said, clearly fed up with Lance’s denial. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“Keith, I’m not-” Lance broke off into a coughing fit, muffling it into the sleeve of his sweatshirt. “Sick,” he finished, his voice rough from the most recent bout of coughing.

“Very convincing,” Keith smirked. He grabbed Lance’s arm, hauling him up from his seat. “Let’s go.” Lance’s legs wobbled underneath him and he had no choice but to lean against Keith. They walked past the rows of cubicles, Hunk giving them a small wave as they passed him. Lance tried to muster a small smile, but he was sure it looked more like a grimace than anything else. Shiro stood at the end of the row of cubicles, and he surveyed Lance with a look of sympathy on his face.

“I’m taking him home,” Keith explained to their supervisor. “He’s sick.” Shiro nodded.

“You’re a good man, Keith.” As he passed them he gave Lance a pat on the back. “Feel better soon,” he said.

“Come on,” Keith said, supporting the majority of Lance’s weight as they walked. “We can take the elevator.” Keith pressed the button and the sleek silver doors slid open, allowing Keith and Lance to step inside. Lance immediately slid down to the floor, putting his head in between his knees and groaning. Keith pressed the first floor button, smirking. “You’re not sick, huh?”

“Shut up, Kogane,” Lance snapped. “I feel awful.”

“You look awful,” Keith commented, and he was telling the truth. He wasn’t sure how he had missed it earlier in the day but Lance was sporting huge bags underneath his eyes and his face was as pale as a ghost. His hair, usually perfectly brushed was a mess and he was shivering.

There was a thump and the elevator screeched to a halt. Keith frowned, walking over to the doors and running his hand across them. “Are we here?” Lance asked, taking his head out of his knees.

“Well, we’re definitely stopped,” Keith said, pressing the open doors button. The doors slid open effortlessly and Keith was staring at a seemingly bottomless abyss, cables running all the way down to the bottom, a place Keith’s eyesight didn’t quite reach. Lance stood up, walking over to Keith and placing a hand on the panel of buttons for support.

“Are we stuck?” Lance asked. They heard a phone ringing and Keith pulled his out of his pocket to see Shiro’s face lighting up the screen. Keith slid the answer button, bringing it up to his ear.

“Keith, are you and Lance in the elevator?” Shiro asked. He sounded stressed.

“Yeah, we’re stuck,” Keith responded. He could see Lance worriedly glancing at him as he spoke to Shiro. “What’s going on?”

“It’s broken,” Shiro responded. “I’ve got Pidge and Hunk working on it, but I’m not sure how long it’ll take.” There was a pause. “How’s Lance?” Keith glanced over at the brunet. Lance seemed to have paled ever since the elevator had stopped and he was staring into the abyss. He was still steadying himself against the button panel but he was still swaying and considering how close he was to the edge, Keith was worried.

“He’s okay, I think, but I think getting us out of here as fast as possible would be best,” Keith said.

“Well, Pidge and Hunk are working their hardest. Hang in there, okay?”

“Okay,” Keith said. He heard Shiro hang up and he turned to face Lance again only to see him swaying dangerously close to the edge. Grabbing him by his shoulders he steered Lance away from the edge, pressing the close doors button. “Maybe stay away from there, okay?” Keith said. “I don’t want you falling in.”

“Are we stuck in here?” Lance asked, sliding down to the floor again. Keith sighed, sitting down next to him.

“Yeah, but Pidge and Hunk are working hard. We’ll be out in an hour, tops.”

——

The two of them had been in the elevator for an hour and a half and, according to Shiro’s latest update, Pidge and Hunk were no closer to fixing the elevator. “How much longer, Shiro?” Keith asked, glancing over at Lance’s sleeping form. He was breathing through his mouth, slumped against the elevator door. “I’m starting to get worried about Lance. I think he’s getting worse.”

“You’re going to have to be patient, Keith. This is out of my hands.” Keith sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew Shiro was right but he could almost see Lance’s strength draining away.

“I know,” he said. Lance started to stir and he hung up the phone, all of his attention turning to the sick person next to him. “How are you feeling?” He asked anxiously as Lance blinked open his eyes. He brushed his hand against Lance’ cheek, wincing as he felt the heat coming from Lance’s face. Lance shrugged, coughing into his arm.

“Are they any closer to getting us out of here?” Lance asked, his voice quiet. He must have seen the look on Keith’s face because he groaned.

“They’ll be done soon, I promise,” Keith said, lying through his teeth. In truth, even Shiro didn’t know when they would be finished. Keith was tempted to complain but as he looked into Lance’s pale face, cheeks flushed red from the fever all of his anger seemed to melt away, transforming into the need to protect Lance and make sure he was okay. “Go to sleep,” he advised. “The time will go by quicker.” Lance nodded sleepily, already sinking down, his head hitting the paisley carpeted floor as he brought his knees to his chest, pulling his body into a ball. His eyes fluttered closed but shivers continued to run up and down his body, even as he drifted off. Keith slipped out of his sweatshirt, draping it over Lance. Even though Lance was asleep, Keith thought he could see Lance smile.

——

“How’s Lance doing?” Shiro asked. They were on their fifth hour in the elevator and Lance was still asleep. Keith, so as not to wake Lance, gently rested a hand on his forehead.

“I think his fever’s gone up,” he responded. On the other end of the line, Shiro cursed.

“How bad is he?” Keith glanced at Lance, at his pale face and shivering body.

“I’m not sure, but he needs to be in a bed, not a broken elevator.”

“I think it’ll be a few more hours,” Shiro said. “While you’re in there, try to get some sleep.”

“Will do,” Keith said. Shiro hung up just as Lance groaned, opening his eyes.

“Keith, I’m cold,” he said, his voice nearly gone. Keith sighed, laying down on the floor. He wrapped his arms around Lance, bringing Lance to his chest.

“Is this better?” he asked. He could feel Lance nod, and once again Lance fell asleep. Keith shut his eyes and, with Lance pressed against his chest, slowly nodded off.

——

Keith awoke to a thump. Immediately he shot up and next to him Lance raised his head, blinking sleepily. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“I think they’ve fixed the elevator,” Keith responded, checking his phone. The screen flashed one twenty six a.m. back at him. “About time, too,” he muttered. Sure enough he could feel the elevator slowly going down, finally hitting something solid. With a dinging sound the elevator slid open, revealing a very relieved Shiro, Pidge and Hunk. Lance pushed himself up, staggering out of the elevator behind Keith.

“Are you two alright?” Shiro asked, his eyebrows knit. Keith glanced at Lance, who gave him a small nod, making Keith sigh in relief.

“Yeah, we’re both fine,” Keith said, making Shiro’s face split into a grin.

“Well, that’s the most important thing. I’m sorry the two of you had to go through that.” Lance offered a small shrug.

“It wasn’t that bad,” he said. “I’m just glad I can go home.”

“Well, take the day off, all four of you,” Shiro said. “See you in two days.” Shiro, Pidge and Hunk left for the parking lot, leaving Lance and Keith alone in the lobby.

“Thanks for everything, Keith,” Lance said. “It was really good of you to help me.” He gave a small wave and a smile and began to walk to the parking lot, but Keith stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, I said I’d take you home, remember?” Lance frowned, coughing into his sleeve.

“You don’t have to,” he said. “I’m okay to drive, and you’ve been here for hours. You must want to go home.” Keith shrugged.

“Yeah, but I want to make sure you get home safely. Let me take you home.” With a small pause Lance nodded, and the two of them pushed open the door, walking out into the chilly air of the parking lot.

I have a lot of mixed thoughts about Jaune and Vi's relationship, but that scene at the beginning of chapter 3 where Leif and Kabbu give Vi this little speech is so sweet. I love it enough to spend hours upon hours transforming it into a comic.

My favourite thing ever is literally like.. domestic sick scenarios. Cuddling too.

Like, Character A is sick in bed, and B has their arms around them, gently rubbing their back as they sleep. A suddenly tenses and clutches onto B’s shirt and weakly sneezes against their chest before sniffling and exhaling shakily. then they just go straight back to sleeping and B can hear their soft snoring and gently pull the blanket up higher.

or!!!! maybe A is so stuffy and constantly sneezing that they’re exhausted and each fit just sounds like theyre desperate for relief. theyre huddled up on the couch, phone in hand to keep them busy, and B comes over, brushing back their messy bangs to feel their forehead. They both somehow figure out a solution to help A breathe better and B ends up having A sleeping against them.

What about just having B, kind of new to the whole taking care of their partner thing, and constantly struggling to make them feel better but A is super apologetic and tells them they’re doing their best and thats okay. B not knowing how to rub stuff onto their chest to make them breathe easier, or not knowing how to properly make tea and being so frustrated about it A ends up having to teach them through exhaustion.

HEy couple baths are nice too, having A shivering and resting as B cools their fever down with a towel and constantly kissing them against A’s soft protests. Having to bundle them up right after they leave the water because theyre freezing and being forced to stay awake so their hair can be dried before they sleep!!

A waking up to a fit and grabbing a handful of tissues to mop up the mess on their face, and B seeing this and coming over to help A stop sneezing long enough to properly blow their nose. And A collapsing onto the pillows directly afterwards as B brushes their hand against their forehead to soothe them. Maybe they cant even reach the tissues from where they’re laying so B holds their tissues for them omgg

its a long post but these are all great scenarios add on if ya want lol

Wholesome dad energy Leifs to make up for the prior cursed image

Headcanons about Bug Fables Teams

Some of these are borrowed from other people, most are original.

Some of these are related to my crossover AU idea with Hollow Knight, but I’ll try to keep those to a minimum.

There are spoilers below!

Team Slacker (Stratos and Delilah)

Their main role is investigating rumors of monsters and ruins out in the wilderness. Sometimes they get sent out to find ‘giant supplies’ like a tire for rubber, old tools for metal, etc. kinda like oil prospectors. This job is typically seen as highly dangerous due to the issues of long-distance travel, lesser bugs, bandits, etc. and thus is paid extremely well. Team Slacker, however, is so strong that they just do not have to worry about any of that.

Stratos has been divorced at least once, possibly even twice or thrice. He has kids and Delilah is their adopted wine aunt.

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I want to play

Character A and Character B are on an adventure together. Character A has a streaming cold. Character B gets injured. Despite being terribly sneezy and ill, Character A is totally concerned about Character B and protects them and takes care of them all the while worrying about giving Character B their cold. They finally get to safety, Character B gets bandaged up by Character A, and B finally gets to take care of poor A, who is quite a cold-ridden mess by this point.

Uma Baleia Rosa

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The team having a long night’s rest by the campfire. Looks comfy