tut taylor

Yes, hello, hi, it’s @taylor-tut‘s birthday, and she deserves all of the happiness and celebration in the world. 


Paisley feels like she’s on the verge of a mental breakdown. School and work have been hectic, leaving her with little to no time to sleep, and she’s exhausted.  To top it all off, Logan, who keeps her sane, is away for a week and a half on a family camping trip. He had asked if she wanted to come, but as much as it sucked to say no, she couldn’t afford to spend that much time without service. So, she and Ashton decided to use this time to finally hang out, because it’s been way too long since they’d actually spent time together.

~

The week had come and gone, and before Paisley knows it, it’s eight PM on a Friday night, and she’s ready to forget all of her responsibilities and just relax. Lord knows she needs it.  

She walks through their apartment, and Ashton, who’s been waiting for this moment for the last twenty minutes, launches herself onto Paisley’s back.

“Yo, Logan is great and all…but I’ve missed you, and that butthead has been stealing you from me,” Ashton says, wrapping her arms around Paisley’s neck.  

“Ashton, you fat ass, get off,” Paisley grunts, staggering under Ashton’s weight.

“I am not fat, you jerk. Anyways,” she says, climbing off of Paisley, “did you read the email she sent us.”

“Who’s ‘she’?” Paisley asks, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

“Um…the um…the landlady,” Ashton says, gesturing wildly.

Paisley raises a brow, “dude, we’ve lived here how long, and you still refer to Jackie as ‘the landlady’?”

“…In my defense you know I’m bad with names. Whatever, did you read the email she sent us?”

“No…haven’t had time. What’d it say?”

“There’s gonna be construction for the next few days and they might have to cut the power.”

“Great,” Paisley groans.  

“Yeah…it sucks…okay, off topic, but can we please have a girls’ night? I bought wine.”

Paisley grins, “um, yes.”

Ashton’s face lights up, “I have face masks too! Oh! Oh! Oh! WE NEED TO GO TO THE STORE!”

Paisley’s eyes widen, “WHAT, WHY? AND WHY ARE WE YELLING?”

“Because we need to go raid Target.”

“Um,” Paisley blinks, stifling a yawn, “not sure why that required yelling, but alright. What do we need at Target?”

Ashton grins, “junk food. ALL of it.”

“Yes.  Perfect, who’s driving?”

“I will, you look dead on your feet, dude.”

“I’m just a little tired.”

Ashton narrows her eyes, “when’s the last time you’ve even slept?”

“Um…it’s been a day…or two…I can’t remember.”

Paisley.”

What? I had papers to write.”

Ashton rolls her eyes, “let’s just go, you ready?”

~


Paisley and Ashton are cuddled up to each other, shivering beneath a pile of blankets.  The power had gone out an hour and a half ago, and taken the heat with it, so they were watching Netflix on Paisley’s laptop.  Open bags of chips and candy are scattered on the coffee table and floor, their half-empty glasses of wine have been abandoned in favor of staying completely covered by the blanket.

“We shoulda bought a space heater or s-something,” Ashton shivers.

Paisley scrunches her nose, sniffling slightly before she ducks her head into the blankets, “Ihn’gstch! N’gstch! *snff* Mmm…yeah, I agree…s’cold.”

“Bless you…you okay? You’ve been sniffling all night.”

Paisley nods and nuzzles her face into the blanket with a sniffle, “it’s just cold…s’messing with my sinuses.”

“You mean you’re sick.”

“Um, no. That’s not what I meant.”

Ashton rolls her eyes, Paisley has been sounding like she was coming down with something for a few days now, and she’s sure that this is just going to kickstart whatever it is.

“Dude, you’re sick.”

“No…s’just cold,” Paisley murmurs sleepily, drooping over until she’s curled up on the couch and completely covered by the blankets.

“Alright…well, you should go to…” Ashton pulls the blankets down past Paisley’s face and she chuckles lightly when she sees that Paisley’s already fast asleep. “Well, you lasted longer than I thought you would,”  Ashton whispers, patting Paisley’s shoulder fondly before turning her attention back to the screen.  


The sound of a jackhammer yanks Ashton from her sleep, it’s still dark out, but she has no idea what time it is.  She looks down, expecting Paisley to be up and awake, because she’s the lightest sleeper on the planet.  

Except, Paisley is still fast asleep in the same position she fell asleep in, and Ashton feels a spike of panic when she realizes that Paisley is probably dead. That’s really the only reason why the construction work hadn’t woken her up yet.  

Or…

Ashton hesitantly feels Paisley’s cheek, and then inhales sharply at rolling heat that meets the back of her fingers.

“Dude, dude, dude, dude,” Ashton says, shaking Paisley, “wake up.”

After a few moments, Paisley groans weakly and attempts to bat Ashton’s hand away.  

“Go ‘way…mb’sleepind’.”

“Are you okay?” Ashton asks, sitting up.

Paisley shivers, and grimaces at the sharp pounding in her head, “umb…c-cand I have s-sombe Advil?”

“You’re sick.”

“I’mb just t…heh…hih’ngxcht! Nngsh! *snff* ohhhmby heeeeead,” she moans, coughing lightly.

“That’s the fever,” Ashton says, eyebrows knitting together, “you sound awful.”

“I have to study,” Paisley groans, her face crumpling as she stifles another trio of congested sneezes.

“You have a fever. You need to sleep.”

“I’mb sure it’s ndot that high.”

Ashton quirks a brow and holds a thermometer up, “I’m about to call your bluff.”

Paisley frowns, “where’d that combe fromb?”

“…I just went and grabbed it. You stared at me while I was getting it, too.”

“I…huh?”

“Damn, how high is it?” Ashton hisses, sticking the thermometer in her ear.  

“Ash?”

“Yes?”

“I dond’t feel well…I wandt Logand…he mbakes everythindg better,” Paisley sniffles, squeezing her eyes shut.

“I know,” Ashton sighs, and stares at the thermometer, “and I know that a one hundred and-whoa…I know a one hundred and three degree fever can’t feel good…but hey, you have me.  I’ll get you better.”

“Everythindg hurts,” Paisley mumbles.

“How about some medicine?”

“How ‘bout and axe to the head?”

“Sorry, dude.  No can do.”

Paisley hides her head under the pillow with a tired groan.  


Paisley is sitting up on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket as she blinks tiredly at Ash.  She insists on studying, although Ash isn’t sure why.  

“Are you sure about this? You should definitely be sleeping right now.”

She sniffles and rubs her eyes.  She blinks once, “what?”

“Alright, how exactly do you plan on studying when you can hardly focus on our conversation?”

She grins lazily after a beat, “you’re goindg to help…will you? Umb…help me, I mbeand.”

“You already asked.”

“…I did?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Oh…sorry.”

Paisley watches Ashton through heavy lids as she struggles to stay awake.

“It’s okay…just…I’m going to get everything set up, and then I’ll make you some tea, and we’ll get started, yeah?”

“Okay…that sounds like a pland…but…uh…” black dots dance in her vision, and she squeezes her eyes shut with a weak shake of her head.

“Paisley?” Ashton frowns, pressing her hand to her friend’s forehead, “you okay?”

“Mb’finde…dizzy.”

Paisley sounds like she’s just barely hanging onto consciousness, her words are slurring together and it sounds like her tongue is sticking to the rood of her mouth.

“Alright, it’s bed time.”

Paisley blinks heavily, her expression slowly changing into one of rage.  Except, the rage is muted by her glassy, fever bright eyes and bright red flush across her cheeks.  

“You said you’d help mbe study.”

“Yeah, and that was before you looked like you were about to pass the hell out.  Come on, you need to sleep.  You can study when you’re feeling better.”

“I-“

“-I swear to God that if you don’t lie down and sleep, I will tie you to your fucking bed.”

Paisley sighs and drops down on her side, tugging the blanket tighter around her shoulders,  “I’mb just gonnda ndap…wake mbe up ind like…twendty mbindutes.”

“Okay,” Ashton says, not wanting to argue with her.  

She has no plans on waking Paisley up though, and instead she tucks her in and pats her burning cheek gently before getting up and walking into the kitchen.

Cave In

@taylor-tut thanks for the idea

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“Thanks anyway Pidge, see you guys soon”

Keith sighed as he pulled off his helmet and threw it to the ground in frustration.

Him and Lance had been sent to investigate a cave network while the others were busy with castle repairs.

Everything was fine until a sudden earth quake triggered a cave in trapping the two in a caver barely bigger then a closet.

“N-no luck?” Lance shivered looking up from where he was slouched against the wall.

They had been trapped for nearly three hours now and in that time the ‘little’ cold Lance had been suffering in silence with for the last week turned into uncontrollable shivering, bone rattling coughing and a fever so high that the cavern felt like a sauna.

Keith sighed “the scanners are still down, it could take hours for them to find us.”

Lance nodded weakly.

He looked terrible, his skin washed out covered in sweat with breathing too shallow.

Keith would of been fine with waiting if it were just him, but Lance needed medical attention, fever reducers and water at the very least.

But the cavern barely had oxygen.

“How you feeling?” Keith asked kneeling down next to him as he placed a hand on his forehead frowning.

“M’good…”

“Your fevers gone up again…”

“Cold.” Lance mumbled as he leaned into Keith’s chest.

Keith bit his lip, this was bad… like really bad.

Lance thought it was cold while Keith was stripped down to his under shirt and boxers and still sweating his ass off.

“I know buddy.” He sighed as Lance cuddled up to him.

Keith sat down and pulled the younger boy onto his lap running his fingers soothingly through Lance’s sweaty hair.

Keith tried not to panic when lance went limp in his arms, telling himself he was merely asleep.

Still his breathing was so uneven and laboured that he just couldn’t relax until the others dug them out nearly six hours later.

The two of them were placed in pods.

Keith because he was severely dehydrated, and Lance because that ‘little’ cold was pneumonia and his fever was 106 by time they got him back to the castle.

Soon as Keith fell out of his pod he stayed sitting in front of Lance’s until he stumbled out almost a week later.

“Lance!” Keith yelled as he pulled Lance into a hug.

He laughed groggily “man miss me much?”

“I was worried” Keith mumbled burying his face in Lance’s chest crying.

Lance wrapped his arms around him. “Well don’t I’m fine, all thanks to you… and our bonding moment.”

Keith chuckled looking up at him “you better not forget this one.”

Out of Range

Here is a Voltron Lance Whump Fic for @taylor-tut for her prompt:

What if Pidge modifies the suits to monitor vital signs and send an alert if someone’s is out of a certain range? So like they’re walking and Lance is quiet and snippy, and all of a sudden they all get this alert that someone’s vitals are way off and that someone is burning up with a fever? And Lance is so out of it he doesn’t even know it’s him? .  

I hope you enjoy

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“Pendejo”

Lance had muttered under his breath but Keith still heard it.  He spun to look at the blue paladin who had been walking behind him, “What did you just say?”

“Nothing.” Lance glared at him as he shoved past Keith, bumping him in the shoulder on the way past.

“What is up with you today? You have been more of an ass than normal. When you aren’t muttering under your breath, you are glaring at everyone and just being annoying!” Keith exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration.

“Maybe I am just sick of all your crap Keith!” Lance snapped.

“Well maybe you should have stayed back on the Castle if you are so sick of me!”

“Maybe I should’ve!”

“ENOUGH!” Shiro shouted, tired of the two boys bickering.  Both Lance and Keith had the decency to duck their heads in shame of being told off for fighting again.  “If you can’t be professional enough to leave your petty squabbles on the ship then maybe I should send you both back right now!”

Hunk moved over to where Lance stood and put his hand on the shaking paladin’s shoulder, “Come on man lets walk together.”

Lance shook him off, “Just leave me alone Hunk!”

“Keith come on.  Just ignore him,” Pidge said as she moved to grab Keith’s arm.

But Keith wasn’t about to let Hunk, who had been so patient with the douchebag, get treated like that, “OI! Don’t talk to Hunk like that!”

“Stay out of it mullet!”

“That’s it!  Both of you are heading back to the castle now!” Shiro ordered, “You will stay there until I get back from this mission and then we are going to have a very long talk on how to treat your teammates and family!”

“Move,” he growled when they stood still in shock.

“Whatever,” Lance mumbled before stalking off in the direction of the ship.  Keith followed after him a few feet behind, glancing at Shiro on the way past with a sheepish look of regret.

“Sorry Shiro,” he tried but bit back the rest of his apology when Shiro glared at him with the look he knew well from back in his Garrison days when he was busted for fighting.  ‘Well this will be a fun lecture to look forward to,’ he thought grimly as he continued walking.

Keith could hear Lance grumbling under his breath as they walked, stupid idiot didn’t even remember that his coms were still on!  The noise was starting to get to the point that Keith was about to say something when he noticed that Lance was not walking in a straight line, in fact it looked like he was drunk with the amount of stumbling he was doing.

“Lance?”

“Go away.”

“Lance are you ok?” Keith sped up to try and catch up with him.

“I said go away!  It’s bad enough I have to listen to that dammed ringing noise all the time, I don’t need to listen to your annoying voice as well!”

“Ringing?  Lance what are you talking about?  There isn’t any ringing.”  Keith finally caught up with Lance and the instant he saw his face he knew something was wrong.  

Lance’s normally clear complexion, not that Keith would ever actually admit to taking notice of it in the first place, was marred with a sickly red tinge and he saw that Lance was sweating profusely which was another warning sign that he wasn’t well.  The planet they were currently on was quite cool, in fact it was almost too cool for Keith’s liking.

“Lance, are you sick?” Keith grabbed Lance’s arm and pulled him to face him.

“No but I am sick of you. Now piss off!” As he said that, Lance wrenched his arm away from Keith and spun away on to stop abruptly.  He swayed on the spot for a moment before his legs gave way and he dropped to the grass underneath them.

“LANCE!”  Keith dropped to the ground and pulled Lance onto his lap, “Hey stay with me!”

Lance groaned but didn’t open his eyes.  Keith tore off Lance’s helmet and could hear a ringing sound coming from inside it but focused on the now shivering boy in his arms.  “Lance?  Talk to me. What is going on?  Shiro!  Pidge! Hunk!  Someone come in!”

“Keith?  What is wrong?” Shiro’s voice came through the coms.

“Lance just collapsed! He isn’t responding!”

“What do you mean collapsed? What happened?” Shiro demanded.

“I don’t know!  He was complaining about a ringing in his helmet and when I tried to talk to him he just collapsed without a word!”

“Wait, did you say he could hear a ringing in his helmet?” Pidge asked as she and Hunk both came on the channel.

“Yeah.  I couldn’t hear it until I took off his helmet.  Do you know what it is?”

“Give me a sec,” she said and it only took a moment for Keith to hear a gasp on the other end of the com.

“What?  Pidge?  What is it?” Keith was starting to get worried, Lance was starting to moan again and it sounded like he was in pain.

“Dammit!  Keith, does he feel hot?  Like he has a fever?”

Keith looked down and touched Lance’s forehead and hissed at the intense heat that was coming off his bare skin, “Yeah he does!  How did you know that?”

“Remember when I mucked around with our armour a few weeks ago?  Well I upgraded them to help monitor of vitals when we were on missions. The beeping he was hearing was an alarm that his body temperature was too high and that he needed to get help quickly.”

“How does that help him when he is already too sick to know what the alarm means?” Keith snapped.

“We were all supposed to get the same alarm telling us that Lance was in trouble but I think when we turned our coms off earlier during the meeting it must have turned off the alarm as well!” Pidge explained.  Keith could hear that she was upset about what had happened but he didn’t have time to worry about her guilt, Lance needed help and he needed help now!

“I’m going to carry him back to the castle.  Can someone contact Coran and Allura and get them to meet me as fast as they can.  A pod will be quicker than walking,” Keith said as he shifted Lance so that he was able to carry him piggy back style.

“Done, we will wrap things up here and get back to the castle as soon as we can.” Shiro said before he sighed, “Thank you for looking out for him Keith.”

Keith stumbled a little at the unexpected words, “I, uh, I am only doing what I should do.  I mean we are family after all.”

He swore he could hear Shiro smiling, “Yeah buddy we are.”

Keith smiled as he hefted Lance’s body to shift the dead weight a little, “Come on Lance, let’s get you home.”

His Boy

@taylor-tut : Hi! <3 you reblogged my thing earlier and I’d love to make a request, if that’s not too much trouble. I’d be cool with any sick Lance tbh, but maybe something where they’re all in the middle of shooting training and he’s missing, and Allura or Shiro is sort of yelling at him because he’s the SHARPSHOOTER for Pete’s sake, and maybe Coran defends him like “lay off my boy” and lets him take a lil break? where it goes from there is up to you~! Thanks in advance!

A/N: (slams fists on table) WE NEED MORE SUPPORTIVE CORAN. Like I said, these requests will be shorter. But I like how this turned out! Sorry it took so long!


“Come on, Lance! Hunk is doing better than you, and his method is ‘spray and pray’! You’re supposed to be our sharpshooter!”

Everyone cringed at how Shiro shouted at the Blue Paladin. Sure, Shiro was having a really bad day after his arm malfunctioned a few times and had to be completely disabled for a hard reset, but taking the frustration out on Lance was unfair.

Coran noticed this the most. He watched how Lance swayed on his feet and noticed the small beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He didn’t want to say anything at first, but this was getting ridiculous.

“Oi, Number One!” Coran placed a firm hand on Lance’s shoulder, steadying him, “Lay off my boy for a tick. If he isn’t performing as well as he should be, there must be something wrong.”

Shiro stood absolutely baffled. Not only had Coran questioned his judgment, but he called Lance his boy.

“Coran, this is between me and Lance.”

“Well, I’m going to intervene.”

“You have no place to intervene, he’s my paladin.”

“And this is my ship. And my shooting range. I appreciate your authority, Number One, but he’s a paladin of Voltron, not of Shiro.”

Coran didn’t raise his voice once, yet he left all the paladins speechless. Without a point to counter argue, he guided Lance away.

“I’ll bring him back when he can optimally perform.”

When the two were out of earshot, Coran immediately sat Lance down. He took off his glove and pressed his hand to the Blue Paladins forehead and frowned. He was way too warm to be out of bed and trying to train.

“Why didn’t you tell Shiro you weren’t feeling well, Lance?”

“He was already having a bad day…didn’t want to make it any worse…”

The Altean couldn’t help but smile, “You’ve got a heart of gold, my boy. Now let’s get you some water and back to bed.”

anonymous asked:

I love your writing so much!! I've read like, every single thing that you've posted here and it's all fantastic. I was wondering if you've seen that prompt with the "awake bug" with Lance? Every time i see it on my dash I just crave ur writing for it tbh.

omg, I have not seen this prompt, but flattery will get you everywhere, so please have a fic! (PS: I wrote like 500 words of this last night and then my computer restarted and lost all my progress T^T)

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Peanut Butter Cookies

*throws allergic!Lance at you and runs away*

Summary: When Pidge’s birthday rolls around, Allura remembers her offhand comment about liking peanut butter. Little did she know that Lance is actually very, very allergic. (angst and fluff, and a bit of established klance because I have no self control and I ship it leave me alone)

I hardly ever post anything because I have no confidence ha so if you like it, let me know! This is very short compared to lots of other stuff I’ve written.

@taylor-tut I don’t think this is that good or even if it counts as langst/whump but I’ll tag you anyway and @voltronpaella thanks for actually getting me to post this my dude


When Allura called the Paladins into the kitchen, Lance expected some sort of emergency.

Why they’d be meeting in the kitchen, he had no idea, but he slid out of bed regardless. After removing his face mask he padded out into the hall, slightly resentful that he didn’t have time to straighten his hair.

Lance nearly bumped into Hunk in the hallway, who was also still in pajamas. The two were the last to arrive in the kitchen. He surveyed the others and found Shiro in full armor, Keith with an activated bayard, and Pidge rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with a laptop tucked under her arm.

“Princess, we’ve talked about this,” Lance grumbled. “You have got to stop interrupting my beauty sleep.”

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@taylor-tut tHIS IS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY MY FAB FRIENDO! But! It has finally arrived!! I’m sorry if it’s a bit crappy, I like haven’t slept in three days haha

anyhoo, onto the story:


Lance woke up with a sneeze.

He blinked his eyes open, immediately groaning at the light that pierced through his eyeballs and into his temples. He brought an arm up to shield his face, shivering slightly. Taking a deep breath, Lance conducted a mental survey of his condition, assessing his apparently numerous ailments that seem to have manifested overnight.

Congested sinuses that dissolved into a throbbing headache that pulsed outward with each movement? Check. 

Raw, sandpaper throat, and lungs that rattled with every inhale? Check.

The strange sensation of being completely, bone-numbingly cold despite the warmth and clamminess of his limbs? Checkerooni.

Conclusion: Today is gonna suck.

If Lance were to be perfectly honest with himself, he would concede that he had been feeling off these last couple days. Nevertheless, the team needed his 100% right now, and any wooziness he may have felt had to be put on the backburner. With several months having passed without any sign of Shiro, tensions within the castle were palpable.  Keith and Pidge seemed inches away from snapping at any given moment, Allura’s training schedule seemed to have been kicked up the several notches from “very harsh” to “dear god I can taste my own pulse”, and even Hunk and Coran seemed somewhat subdued. It was the least Lance could do to try and keep up, and make sure the other’s stayed optimistic. He was the joker, the sharpshooter - it was his role, no matter how taxing it could be on his own body.

Lance steeled himself, counting down from five, before swinging out of his bed, pausing to lean against the wall as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Once the tilt-a-whirl he usually called a bedroom settled to a soft swaying, Lance began to make his way down to the dining hall.

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Catching Some Zs

alrighty, so this is a prompt fromt @taylor-tut, who requested that lance is sick but the team passes it off as stress (while still being sympathetic), only for lance to get worse to the point where he cant even move from the couch. thanks for the prompt, and i hope yall enjoy it!!


The castleship was the quietest it had been in a while. Weeks, probably. Even Keith and Lance stopped their bickering—and what was more surprising was that nobody commented about it.

The team had finally gotten a break from the Galra. Allura had wormholed them so far that it would probably take days before they were found. En plus, the group had no S.O.S. signals, or anything remotely close, and so they were free to rest.

Unfortunately for one of the Paladins, however, rest was not coming easy. This burden was carried upon poor Lance’s shoulders; try as he might, but he could not find sleep. Dusk turned to dawn, and still, the boy was awake. Sleepy, but awake. His head was pounding, his chest felt tight, and he was too hot to sleep with the covers on, but too cold to sleep without them.

And so, there could only be one conclusion: he was sick.

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Oh, look at that...

I’ve had this in my head for two or three days and I just had to write it. Not my best work, I’ll admit but I nneeeeeded to write it and post it so here ya go! Also a(n unintentional) Sunday Ficnic for the Voltron discord I’m a part of.

Huge thanks to these blogs who have been such a great inspiration to me: @taylor-tut,
@whump-dump,
@toosicktoocare,
@outtacommission

Y’all are the greatest.​

The castle was no stranger to explosions. Nor was Lance. Lance seemed to have horrible luck when it came to the castle and explosions. Note to self: Next time Pidge wants to show off a new invention, wear armor. He groaned as he sat up slightly, aches making themselves known throughout his body. Coughing from his teammates echoed in the room as the smoke began to clear.

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On Camera

Or that one time Lance decided to live-stream when he really should’ve been resting. The (established) klance YouTuber AU that no one asked for, but you’re all getting. Domestic klance sharing an apartment is my jam, and throwing a little angst in there is a bonus.

I’m actually really happy with this, and if people like it I might do an actual long AU thing with this setting, so feedback is appreciated! For now though, just a one-shot. This is also proof that the best writing for me happens at 3 AM… oops. I hope you enjoy!!

Psst @taylor-tut this is that thing I not-so-discreetly mentioned in my tags, have a wonderful day.


Lance McClain was a rulebreaker in every way, except for one thing. He believed it was always necessary to have a routine, and never stray from it. If asked, he’d inform you that a steady routine was the foundation for a steady life.

Showering every morning, brushing his teeth every night, thinking of a cheesy one-liner for Keith each day without fail, the list went on. Little things.

One of his many routines was to live-stream, always on Sundays. Because who did anything besides sit at home, definitely not with a hangover, on Sunday?

New videos went up on Wednesdays, but the carefully edited ones on YouTube and his live-streams were very different. Many fans even preferred seeing him live, mainly because he couldn’t stop himself from making bad jokes, and was usually too lazy to straighten his bedhead.

And they would always ask him to go bother Keith in the next room, which Lance more often than not was obliged to do.

So when he woke up late one Sunday with a killer headache and a stuffy nose, Lance wasn’t about to let it get in the way of his routine.

He discovered a note from Keith on the kitchen table that said he’d be out running errands, and Lance lamented that he hadn’t been awake to tell Keith to get soup. After shooting him a quick text, the only response Lance got was “You don’t even like soup.”

Lance chuckled softly, which quickly led to a series of wet coughs. Clearing his throat, he began to set up his camera, wrapped himself up in blankets, and started the stream.

“Hey guys,” he said with a small wave, and winced at how raspy his voice sounded. He sniffled, and edged the off-screen box of tissues closer to him.

The chat was quickly flooded with “HELLO”’s and “LANCE!”’s. By now, all the fans knew when he went live. Lance was, however, surprised to see several inquiries about his health.

There were quite a few “Are you okay”’s, and even some “You seem sick”’s, with one of Lance’s personal favorites being “You look like shit.”

He read off the last comment with a short laugh. “Thanks, KeiththeKutie05.” Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Nice name.”

After a short pause of him continuing to scan the chat, he spoke again. “I’m fine though, just got a cold or something. Nothing could stop me from live-streaming!”

As the viewers seemed satisfied with this response, Lance wasn’t surprised to see the usual repetition of “Where’s Keith?” in the chat. He sighed.

“Mullet Boy is running errands,” Lance told them, rolling his eyes for effect. “Probably going out to buy a new pair of fingerless gloves.”

Keith and Lance had been sharing an apartment for some time now, and the Internet was very invested in their relationship, or so it seemed. Keith was annoyed by the whole thing at first, but Lance found it entertaining that his fans seemed to like Keith better than him. Lance could, admittedly, relate.

Eventually, the accidental publicity that came with dating a YouTuber inspired Lance to make a collab channel for them, though Keith never got his own. He insisted that he was too awkward to film anything by himself, which Lance secretly found adorable.

Numerous people began telling Lance to prank Keith when he came back, to which Lance grinned. Playing tricks on Keith during live-streams had become somewhat of a tradition in and of itself. “Maybe I will,” Lance tapped his chin thoughtfully. “You guys got any ideas?”

Lance read through some of the responses but saw nothing particularly appealing, then perked up at someone asking when he’d do a video with Hunk again.

“Actually, I got some good news for you guys,” Lance declared, sneezing into his elbow before continuing. “Hunk and I are going to be playing videogames on Pidge’s channel sometime next week, and Hunk has both of us coming over to his and Shay’s for a baking video. I haven’t decided what we should do for my part yet. Maybe a Q & A?”

Once again, Lance’s eyes scanned through the suggestions until his eyes snagged on one he liked. “Cards Against Humanity, huh? With YouTube’s shitty new rules it could get demonetized, but I do love that game, so why not? I’m positive Pidge owns it, and I can tell them to bring it over. Maybe I can even convince Keith to play with us.”

Lance couldn’t help but smile at the enthusiastic response that got.

“I think I’m going to get myself some more coffee,” Lance decided, looking down at the empty mug resting on a coaster. “Last night Keith made me watch this really scary movie, so I naturally had trouble falling asleep. Gotta have coffee to keep myself functioning. Do you guys prefer coffee or tea? Keith and I are both coffee people, but he likes his black. No sugar or anything, disgusting if you ask me.”

Lance almost regretted this comment as a war of opinions on black coffee slowly took over his computer screen.

“Well, anyway, I’m gonna go to the kitchen real quick. I’d bring my laptop but… I’d probably spill coffee on it, and we can’t have that.”

Lance stood, and was about to start towards the next room when his vision abruptly blurred and refocused. He knew immediately something was wrong.

His legs felt like jelly, and the room seemed to spin as he took a single step forward. Had he only been fine when he was sitting? Lance had half the mind to sit right back down, but his brain was growing muddled, and direction simply didn’t make sense.

Lance’s migraine flared abruptly in intensity, and then suddenly the wood floor was rushing up to meet him. Everything went dark.


Keith glanced at his phone as he moved around to the back of the car, where he’d stored the groceries, and had to repress a fond smile at the Twitter notification on the screen. Lance was, apparently, live-streaming. Keith thought he might actually miss his time-slot for once, but he figured by now he should be used to the Cuban boy’s dedication to routine.

Lance’s channel got some negative feedback from more ‘sophisticated’ YouTubers for being… all over the place. A dedicated beauty guru, or PrinceLotor as his channel was called, had dragged Lance on Twitter on more than one occasion.

Lance was anything but consistent when it came to videos. He did whatever he felt like doing that week, and the fans loved it. Sometimes he played songs on his guitar, sometimes he did prank-calls. He would film Q&A’s, or tell stories about all the interesting stuff that happened in his life— Lance’s bad luck was rather famous. He recommended TV shows, did hauls of what he got for holidays, vlogged on occasion when he went to stores, you name it.

But Lance’s favorite thing to do were collabs.

Hunk, an incredibly smart engineer, had a baking channel as a hobby, and Lance was his favorite assistant.

Pidge was a newer gaming channel, but their obsession with theorizing about the game’s lore while playing and busting other fan theories made them grow in popularity quickly. For two player games, Lance was ideal.

Allura was an extremely popular beauty channel, and Lance let her give him makeovers whenever she wanted to. Shiro could use extra actors in his short films.

And Keith… well, the two of them had a channel together that had no pattern whatsoever, much to Lance’s dislike. Absolutely spontaneous and random, usually doing things by popular fan request, like dancing or karaoke. And uploads were by no means regular.

Keith was surprised at how much he had started to enjoy it. Lance had been telling him he should start an art channel, with animations and speedpaints and the like, and Keith wasn’t… that opposed to the idea. It could be a useful source of income, to help with all the debt he would come into after graduating college. But he’d never tell Lance.

Without thinking too much of it, Keith swiped right across his screen, taking him to Lance’s tweet about the live-stream in order to like it. He was about to close his phone again and begin taking groceries up to their apartment when his eyes snagged on something odd.

Lots of the replies to Lance’s tweet mentioned him, particularly the recent ones, even tagging him in it. Keith couldn’t fathom why they would be talking about him if he wasn’t on the stream, unless Lance was complaining about him live again.

Keith bristled. Lance better not be still annoyed at him for the movie the last night. Signs wasn’t scary at all, and not even a real horror movie! Lance simply stated that ‘he didn’t mess with aliens.’

But when he looked at all the mentions, Keith felt his irritation give way to confusion, and then panic.

“KEITH GET TO UR APARTMENT”, “YOU BETTER GO CHECK ON LANCE”, “HOLY SHIT HES COLLAPSED KEITH HURRY YA ASS UP”, and the one that really sent Keith reeling “UH GUYS IS IT JUST ME OR DID WE WITNESS LANCE’S DEATH ON CAMERA?”

Keith slammed the trunk, all groceries forgotten as he sprinted into the apartment building and ran for the stairs. They only lived on the third floor, and he was not about to wait for the slow, crowded elevator.

He fumbled to fit his key in the lock and opened the door to the living room, only to spot the live-streaming set up, with no Lance. Keith rushed forward, but drew up short when he realized that Lance was in fact passed out on the floor in front of the couch.

“Oh my god— Lance!” Keith sank down beside him, turning his boyfriend over. “Lance, are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Lance’s eyes opened slowly, and Keith felt relief flood his system, despite the uncharacteristically pale skin. “K-Keith? Wha… I thought you were shopping?”

“I’m back,” Keith answered shortly, wincing as he pressed a hand onto Lance’s forehead. “Jeez, you’re on fire. Why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?!”

“Are you a fire?” Lance mumbled under his breath, and Keith furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What? No, Lance, I was saying you have a fever.”

“Because you’re hot and I want s'more,” Lance continued, as if he hadn’t heard him at all. Keith was suddenly painfully aware that the live-stream was still going, and that his face was even more flushed than Lance’s, and not because of a fever.

Keith glanced at the computer sitting on the coffee table briefly, noting that most of the chat was full of random keyboard smashing. He smiled apologetically. “At least he’s conscious,” he shrugged, hoisting Lance up off the floor and propping one of his arm’s around Keith’s shoulder. “I’m going to take this idiot to the hospital, he’s way too hot.”

“So you finally admitted it,” Lance’s voice was barely audible, and Keith glanced back down to see him grinning up at Keith tiredly.

“I meant your temperature, dumbass. Next time, tell me when you’re not feeling well.”

And with that, he shut off the stream.

Don't do space drugs, kids

I’m actually really proud of this one! Another fix for @taylor-tut
If y'all have something you want me to write, hit up my ask box or even just message me. I like friends. Also I’m on mobile, so if the cut doesn’t work, I’m super sorry.

‘Lance, you aren’t dying.’

Those four little words had become like a mantra in his head for the past hour, a lifeboat keeping him safe in denial. In truth, he really wasn’t dying, but being sick in space was still scary. Normally, Lance had a tendency to hide any illness that happened to strike him, downing copious amounts of DayQuil and going about his life. He had collapsed a handful of times in a childhood full of various illnesses, which, for him, was a pretty big deal.

Still, there was no way to do that now. Lance was a paladin, albeit the weakest link of the chain in his mind, and paladins were close. No, he couldn’t possibly just work through this. He couldn’t bear the thought of worrying anyone, not this early in their whole “family dynamic” thing. Besides, he didn’t have DayQuil, or any medicine, jo matter what he wished.

Instead, Lance decided to talk to Allura. She would be discreet, surely. And thus far, human biology didn’t seem that different from that of Alteans. So everything would be fine.

“You’re symptoms seem a bit strange from my perspective, Lance.” Allura’s brow was creased with worry, despite Lance’s bright smile. Keeping such a wide grin plastered on his face would probably help him get the space drugs, he figured.

A few anxious thoughts crossed his mind, flashing words like 'addiction’, 'side effects’, and 'death’, but he shrugged them off. He just had to make it through the next few days, when his body (hopefully) would be fully recovered.

“Nah, by human standards this is pretty mild!” Allura’s brows remained creased. “I promise, Allura, I’m fine. Well, not fine fine, but I’m not dying or anything. Just a sore throat and a little headache, that’s all.” This time he was lying, purposely leaving out the swirling feeling in his stomach and that fact that his headache wasn’t exactly small - his eyes felt like that were being scraped out with a sharp spoon. Still, he grinned and bore it, nodding as she told him the specifics of the little green pills she’d handed him before shooing him away so she could rest. Allura always seemed tired these days, and Lance reminded himself not to complain of exhaustion when those better than him were also ailing.

As per the princess’ instructions, he downed the pills with a full pouch of water and a bite or two of food goo, and within the hour, he felt the effects. His eyes didn’t really feel better, they felt… huh. None of him felt better per say. His aches and pains felt numb, not better, and never before had he really noticed the difference. He found after some trying he could walk normally, turn his head, speak, lift his arms… the feeling returned without pain as numbness faded into oblivion and was replaced with a feeling Lance could only describe as “anxious pins and needles”.

Every inch of him felt jittery and overflowing with energy. It reminded him of the time his brother had first started taking Ridellan for his ADHD, and described feeling his hair standing on edge inside his brain. Only, Lance felt a little different. Energized.

He could still feel the quakes of what had to be a fever coursing through his veins, but pure energy flowed alongside it, and he was itching to train. Bouncing off the walls.

When he came running into the training deck, Shiro raised an eyebrow.

“Lance?” he asked. “What’s going on with you?”

“You look like death, man,” Pidge added. “Maybe you should skip training today and nap.”

Lance felt himself shaking his head furiously. Hair got in his eyes but he didn’t feel it, or recognize his own hand pushing the stray lock away.

Huh. Weird.

“What’s weird?” Hunk asked, stepping forward.

He said that out loud?

“You did. That too. Seriously, are you ok?” Pidge asked, starting to look really worried.

“I’m great!” Lance beamed, though he felt a little like his body was a second suit of armour, a suit far too big for him.

“You sure?” Keith asked. God, even mullet was worried.

“Yes!! I felt a little off this morning but I had a drink and some breakfast and now I feel great! Best medicine ever!!” He could feel himself practically shouting, but didn’t know how to control his own voice now. Starts flashed quickly across his vision, but he shook his head and pulled out his bayard.

“Let’s go, let’s go let’s goletsgoletsgooo!” Lances words came out so fast and loud that his tongue couldn’t keep up and fell behind, slapping the words together in the least graceful way possible.

Shiro and Hunk exchanged worries glances, and Keith stepped forward. Maybe if Lance just worked this energy spurt off, he’d go back to bed and rest. Or shower. Jesus Christ, he was sweating bullets, and practically vibrating where he stood.

He whispered something vaguely reassuring to Shiro as he took his place to begin sparring, hoping to calm their leader’s nerves.

Pidge, on the other hand, ran off to find Allura. She had a feeling something was wrong. Really wrong.

Everything was fuzzy. His head was pounding and fuck it was boiling in here but he had so much energy and somehow amidst all the pain still felt that horrible numbness and he had to get it out of his system.

Keith charged at him and he moved to the side so fast that he stumbled, a whine of pain escaping his lips. No, he couldn’t give up now, once the numbness settled down he could keep going he just had to… had to…

Dodge. Punch. Kick. Shot, at the feet. Keith was down, although, of Lance was at all healthy he would have realized Keith had purposely fallen to end the fight without fever-fuelled tears.

Lance himself collapsed into a chair, only to have Pidge run frantically in two ticks later with a fearful yet determined expression. She pressed her hand to Lance’s cheek, and swore.

Shiro didn’t stop her.

Everything in Lance’s view was blurry and fuzzy and full of imaginary stars. He could barely breathe, but the numbness had finally began to wear off. Something familiar was by his side, and he leaned into someone’s arms at their insistence.

“C'mon Lance, I got you,” the voice said. It sounded like Keith.

“Bonding moment?” Lance asked weakly, feeling rather faint all of the sudden.

Keith hummed back at him. “Yeah, buddy. Cause I’m cradling you in my arms again.”

taylor-tut  asked:

My dude, I live for Langst, and I would LOVE to see something where he's crabby with a really bad headache and maybe gets into a fight with Keith? You can choose what happens after that! Thank you so much! <3

There is a small amount of swearing in this.

I had a lot of fun writing this, thank you for the request!

(I’m really grateful for all of the requests so far, I have 5 more to write already!)

Lance had just spent the last half hour glaring at his ceiling. He had no idea what the castle time was, only that he should definitely be sleeping; however, he realized his attempts would be fruitless. He had woken up needing to use the restroom, but soon found he would not be able to rest due to a throbbing headache.

The quiet of the castle should have been excellent for a headache, but it only seemed to amplify all sounds. The distant hum of the castle’s inner workings now sounded like a fly buzzing around his head. His footsteps sounding like the click-clack of high heels on tile, each step sending another wave of pain through his skull.

The sound of one of the other paladin’s rooms opening screeched in Lance’s mind. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep anytime soon so he opted to investigate. He had already washed off his face mask, the sound of running water had made the dull thump of his mind loud and sharp. Now, every noise he encountered frustrated him further, sharp pains rippling through his head as a constant rate.

He followed the sounds until he found himself at the training deck, and found Keith inside. Despite only one person occupying the room, it was loud. The whirling of the training bot, the hard footsteps, the clanging of metal whenever Keith hit his sword on anything, the involuntary sounds Keith made to push the air out of his lungs subsequently causing his heavy breathing; all of it hurt.

Granted, Lance shouldn’t have left his room if he wasn’t prepared for noises more intense than the usually peaceful white noise of his room. However, curiosity killed the cat, and there was no satisfaction to bring it back.

Just as Lance had turned to rush back to the less overwhelming noise of his room, he heard Keith call out, “End training sequence!”

Keith’s usually soothing voice sounded shrill and grating, causing Lance to wince. Keith turned towards the Blue Paladin, “Hey sleeping beauty! You’re looking a bit less than beautiful, you should get more sleep.” The comment was nothing but teasing, yet Lance could only process the physical pain it caused.

Lance started walking again only to be physically stopped by Keith, “What do you want, Keith?”

Keith seemed surprised at the blunt and tired sound of Lance’s voice, though he figured Lance was simply up before his usual waking hours, “Why are you asking what I want? You’re the one that interrupted my morning training right after I barely got started,” Now that Keith was closer to Lance, he could see how worse for wear he really was, “Wow, you look terrible.”

Lance glared at him “Fuck you. you woke me up… tha’s all” Lance’s words slurred, raising a few red flags in Keith’s mind, though he ignored them.

“Look, Lance, you should go back to bed-”

“Quit nagging me!” Lance interrupted, “I planned to do that before you decided to actually notice me for once in your life!”

Keith had no idea what Lance was talking about and he figured he would revisit this later when the other paladin was well rested, but for now, he was concerned with getting him to bed. “Lance. Go to bed.” his voice was short and curt, which wasn’t doing wonders for Lance’s head.

“Stop acting like the goddamn leader all the time! Stop acting like you’re better than me! Just stop! Shut up!” Lance knew he was acting irrationally but his head felt hot and heavy, throbbing in time with his increased heart rate. He felt light headed and gave in to how heavy his head felt as it crashed against the smooth floor of the training deck before Keith could even process what had happened.

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Lance takes a hit while the paladins are clearing a planet of Galra soldiers, but it’s just a few broken ribs. He’s totally fine. Right?

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Out Cold

Prompt: Prompt if its alright-Lance with narcolepsy?- anon

I had so much fun writing this, so thanks so much for the prompt! This is a one-shot, and even though the ask didn’t specifically ask for klance… it ended up in here because, as I’ve said before, I have no self control. It took a bit of an unexpected turn, but hopefully the anon likes it? And other people do? As always, feedback is appreciated!

oh and @taylor-tut if you want to read it, of course


Lance’s entire life was full to the brim with close calls.

Granted, fighting a war against a corrupt alien empire will have its share of near-death experiences. But, oddly enough, another type of close call worried him more.

Lance didn’t particularly want to die if he could avoid it, but he’d honestly prefer that to his teammates finding out.

And he knew there was a chance they wouldn’t judge him for it, wouldn’t think it made him less of a paladin. After all, Hunk didn’t care in the slightest. But there was always the chance that they would.

Lance had always prided himself on being able to hide things. And it was even easier to hide things from the team than his enormous, nosy family. 

His ideas, insecurities, homesickness, bisexuality… he’d learned to bury these things deep down inside himself and try to ignore them.

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