One Trope That I Really Like For Shiro Is Having Him Fall Asleep Somewhere When He’s Not Feeling Well.

leif is fully vi's dad in this game and i wont take any criticism on that

this took all day after that kabbu one

I like it when a whumpee has to be told that they’re sick or hurt upon waking up. Like, they’re so deeply confused that the full extent of their condition doesn’t even register until someone says “hey, easy now. You’ve been very sick.”

Bugtober

Day 3: Cozy

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.

1/2/3/4/5/6/?

The majority of the team is down with a deadly illness. Only a few are still up and functioning – one of them is their medic, who is pushing and pushing and pushing themself to find the cure. No food, no rest, nothing but the endless cycle of tests. This is life or death; they can’t care about themself when their loved ones are dying, no matter if the immune ones are begging them to rest.

When the medic’s body finally gives out, the immune ones immediately think it’s because of the nonstop exertion. As soon as they reach them, however, they realize that the medic has almost every one of the symptoms. They’ve been hiding it for the sake of saving the others all along.

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So uh, I might've started writing a fic. Vi ventures her way down to the ant kingdom, what sort of wacky characters will she come across?

A12 with Heith for the pairing thing?

Here you are my dear! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Keith groaned in his sleep, burrowing his face into his boyfriend’s blanket-covered lap. He’d been stubbornly denying his illness during his waking hours, but had surrendered himself to sleep during their flight, covering as much of himself as he could with the airline-provided blanket that Hunk had requested. Hunk actually felt like he was baking in his own skin, but he hadn’t wanted Keith to to feel singled out and go on the defensive by asking for a blanket just for him. Plus, he was helping his poor, definitely feverish boyfriend keep warm on their twelve hour flight to visit Hunk’s family.

Keith stirred again, this time snuffling tiredly as his eyes fluttered open. Hunk smiled down at him, rubbing a hand through his rumpled hair,

“How did you sleep, baby?”

He resisted the urge to comment on the feverish heat he felt emanating from Keith’s forehead and instead continued to stroke the messy locks out of his face.

Keith yawned a bit and sniffled deeply before speaking,

“I slept okay. It’s hard to get comfortable when I can’t lay all the way out but it helps to have you to lean on.”

Hunk glanced surreptitiously at the man sitting on Keith’s other side by the window, he had already seemed annoyed by Keith’s sniffling and sneezing, and had gone quite red in the face with barely suppressed anger when Keith began kicking him in his sleep intermittently.

“Hih! H’KSCHH’SH!”

Keith seemed startled by the sudden sneeze, as if he hadn’t noticed that his nose had been twitching since he’d woken up. He barely had time to cover, spraying Hunk lightly in the process. His face turned beet red and he desperately scrubbed at Hunk’s shirt with his sleeve, while his other hand scrubbed at his still-twitching nose in an attempt to stave off the sneezes he felt tickling inside.

Hunk delicately pulled him to his chest, hoping that Keith was too out of it to have heard the man on his other side’s noise of disgust at the sneeze, and felt Keith’s hot breath hitching against his shirt.

“Shh, it’s okay, darling. Just let it out,”

Keith whimpered, breath still hitching,

“B-but… Ehhh’hih! People are gonda h-hhhate mbe!”

Hunk thought back to what little he knew about Keith’s past, and recalled that one of his longer periods living in one place had been with a foster family that was extremely germaphobic. Keith would be banished to the basement if he so much as sniffled. No wonder the poor guy was so terrified of letting his fit go.

Hunk rubbed his back comfortingly before taking his hands into one of his own, readying a handful of tissues from his bag in the other.

“Just sneeze, baby. I won’t let anyone say anything to you, okay?”

Keith couldn’t hold the sneezes back any longer even if he wanted to. His tear-filled eyes shut and he sneezed and sneezed until Hunk could feel the wetness of the mess seeping through the tissues into his hand. That wouldn’t do. He quickly placed the index finger of the hand that had been holding Keith’s hostage underneath the dripping appendage and rubbed hard to prevent more sneezes from slipping out, switching the soaked mess of tissues for some fresh ones.

There was something strangely beautiful about Keith in that moment, breath hitching dangerously as the sneezes struggled to escape, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, and his face flushed with fever and exertion.

“Hah-Huhhnk. It t-tihhckles so bad.”

Hunk shook himself from his trance and removed his finger from the frantically twitching appendage, immediately thrusting the tissues to cover the impending sneezes.

“AahtCHTSShyew! Hh’CHTSshuh! HuhNGTChuh! HP’NGKshh!”

Keith panted in the aftermath of the fit, looking about ready to collapse. Just then the pilot came on the intercom and announced their descent. Hunk glanced down at his dozing boyfriend and smiled warmly; they’d made it. His family was going to spoil Keith rotten and make him feel so much better.

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