Voltron One Shots

Scratches and Scars

Prompt: Lance or Keith runs into an alien version of poison ivy and the other babysits so they can't scratch themself up too bad. (Also one rubbing like anti itch on the other and sees some scars and asks about them...)

A/N: I've had this one for a while but today I just.. really felt inspired to write it :) I hope you all like it! (Also I unintentionally made this a little bit sexual lmao I swear it was not on purpose)Don't forget that if you support me on patreon https://www.patreon.com/prince_yoongi you can gain access to all my patron-only fics and many other cool perks!

Trigger warnings: past self harm, abuse, child abuse

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"Stop scratching!" Keith shouted in Lance's ear. Lance whined and continued scratching the back of his neck.

"It itches!"

"You think I don't know that!" Keith held out his arm, gesturing to the large red patches that covered his skin. "Coran said scratching would make it worse—"

"Well I'm not sure it can get much worse than this" Lance said gritting his teeth as he switched to scratching the side of his face.

"Oh, it could be much worse" Coran said from the other side of the door. "The more you scratch the further it will go into your body, prolonging your suffering. If you leave it alone it'll go away in a few Quintent" Lance's eyes widened.

"Quintent is days, Lance, not years" Keith clarified. Lance sighed in relief.

"Yes, 'days'" Coran confirmed. "You mustn't scratch, or the disease will spread through your body and it will be much longer before you heal" Coran's voice was muffled through the door.

"And why do we have to be locked in here again?" Lance shouted as he sat on his hands, trying to keep himself from scratching. He wanted to scratch but he didn't want to be locked in that room for longer than he absolutely needed to be.

"Qeaclus is very contagious!" Coran said shrilly, as if it was common knowledge. "I'm in danger just standing here!" He muttered something under his breath. "Just... don't scratch, and I'll be back in a few hours with some food" Coran said finally. They heard his footsteps as receded down the hallway.

"This sucks" Lance complained as he began squirming. Every inch of him itched. Lance began violently shrugging his shoulders hoping that it somehow relieved the itch. It didn't.

"This would've never happened if you hadn't made me run through that field of whatever-the-hell-they-were" Keith complained. He kept discreetly lowing his chin to his chest and shoulders and rubbing it back and forth.

"I did no such thing" Lance said, offended.

"You challenged me to a race through that field!"

"I didn't challenge you" Lance argued. "I... may have suggested—"

"Same thing!" Keith clenched his jaw and threw his head back with a grown. "This is torture" Lance was literally bouncing up and down trying to keep himself up from scratching. It only lasted a few moments before he completely gave up.

"I can't do this!" he shouted as he dramatically launched himself off the bed where he and Keith were sitting and began vigorously scratching through his clothes, starting with his legs. Lance let out a sigh of relief.

"Lance, stop!" Keith demanded, still rubbing his chin against his chest. "You're not supposed to scratch" Lance ignored him and moved up his legs to his stomach. He felt better, even though he knew it would only last a moment before it itched again. Keith made a noise of irritation. He didn't want to be stuck in that room any more than Lance did. And he knew that if Lance had to stay longer he probably would as well. "Lance..." Keith breathed helplessly. "If you don't cut it out I'll make you stop" he threatened. Lance continued to ignore him while making disturbing noises as he itched his skin through his clothes. Coran had made them change into long sleeved shirts and pants to prevent them from scratching, but clearly it was not working.