Altean Lance/Voltron

Ay shance au maybe thing

Ayyy so school started and uh let's just say it's interesting. So lately Shance has been warming up to me. It's freaking adorable. Also sorry if everything is typed wrong or something I don't edit my parts. So this is just gonna be some shance crap. I guess. Idk. Also this is like crazy so here's my rant for a sec(like anyone's actually reading this part)

When I first saw Adam in the trailer, I noticed something. He looked a lot like lance(he did to me idk if for you too). So when I saw him(Adam) in season 7, he reminded me a lot of an older lance but with glasses. Idk if it's just me, but Adam and lance do look really similar. So if klance doesn't happen I at least would like shance to be something because I feel like lance would remind Shiro of Adam. Also sorry if I repeated myself in this part. Ok here's the story thingy now. So uh ya read on.

Give love a shance

Give shance a chance.

Ace

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No pov(but it follows lance)

The boy wakes, his features slow and unsteady. He stumbles around his room until he finds the door to his bathroom. He stares at his reflection, before he peels his face mask off. His eyes look and feel puffy, obscuring most of his view, his lips are swollen, completing his sickly look. His once beautiful tan skin now looks pale, and his stomach keeps lurching. He cheeks were flushed, along with the tips of his ears. He shivered, though he felt quite warm. He coughed a couple times, throat clenching as he soon as he swallowed, wincing at the feeling of it being stuffy and clogged.

The boy didn't bother changing out of his PJ's, which consisted of boxers and an oversized sweater, knowing the paladins weren't going to do much this morning. The boy stumbled down the hall, tripping every couple of feet. Finally he made it into the kitchen. He thought. Lance wasn't quite sure where he was to be honest. He could barely see and he felt like he was going to pass out at any second. He stumbled forward once more, bumping into something. More like someone. Lance wrapped his arms tightly around this person, -mainly because they were very warm- and snuggled into their back. He could feel them tense, then relax.

"Lance..?" A voice called out, but it seemed muffled. The boy held tighter onto this person, his long arms wrapped tightly around their waist. He still didn't know who it was, but by what he could feel, they had a six pack. So either Keith or Shiro. Whoever it was turned around, making Lance grumble.

"Are you ok?" They asked. 'Ok, it's Shiro' Lance confirmed. He let out a soft noise, one that sounded almost like a purr as a response to his concern. He felt a hand wrap around his hips, and one on the back of his head.

"Well good morning to you too then," Shiro chuckled, pulling Lance closer to his body. He wouldn't admit, but he had a soft spot for the boy. Ok, more like a crush.

The younger's head rested just below the other's neck, showing off their height difference. Lance snuggled deeper into Shiro's protective hold, his stomach still feeling queasy. Shiro tilted Lance's head up so he could see the boy's face. Concern once again formed on his face.

"Lance...are you sick?" He asks, studying the other's face. With a small nod from Lance, Shiro scooped the boy into his arms and sat down at his seat. Lance's long legs were wrapped tightly around Shiro's waist, while his arms were around the older's neck.

He could feel everyone's eyes on him. I mean how could they not notice Lance sitting in Shiro's lap while they ate? Shiro grabbed two plates of food, one for him and the other for Lance.

"Hey Lance eat," He mumbled into his ear, causing the boy to shiver once more. Lance shook his head, his stomach still feeling like it was going to hurl all of it's contents.

"At least eat a few bites. It might make you feel better. If you want I'll spoon feed you," He says with a smirk. Lance has never seen Shiro smirk before, but he wants to see it more often. Shiro grabs a spoonful of goo, and holds it to Lance's lips. The boy obediently opens his mouth, knowing he shouldn't defy Shiro.

"Good boy," He purrs into Lance's ear, causing the boy's face to heat up even more. After a few more spoonfuls, Shiro stops and starts eating himself. Soon, he picks up Lance and the dishes and walks to the sink. He puts his dishes away then walks out the door, Lance still in his arms. He goes to the boys room, dropping him on the bed and covering him with blankets.

"Lance, if you feel any worse or start puking, call me." He says, handing Lance his phone. Shiro hesitates, then kisses Lance's forehead. It feels hot underneath his lips. The boy blushes, then watches sadly as Shiro leaves his room.

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"Shiro what was that?" Keith growls at his brother. Shiro, who had just walked into the room, looked up.

"Lance is sick." He says simply, as if that explains everything.

"He did look pretty bad this morning." Hunk butt in. Pidge nodded from her spot in her chair.

"I hope he'll be okay..." Hunk frowned, worry for his best friend evident.

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A little while later, while Shiro was alone in the bridge, he got a call. Panicking slightly, he answered.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Shiro...help," Lance's voice whined out. Shiro's eyes widened, before he bolted. He ran faster than ever as he made his way to Lance's room.

"Lance!" He exclaimed when he made it to the younger's room. Lance was no where in sight, but it was clear he was here a moment ago because the boy's contents were on the floor. His eyes followed the trail, which ended at the bathroom. At the bottom of the door, was a bit of blood. Shiro quickly darted into the bathroom, not prepared for what he saw next.

Lance was sitting on the ground by the toilet, his arm propping himself over it. Blood dripped from his nose into the water, and puke was all over his chin and mouth.

"Oh Lance..." Shiro mumbles. He reaches underneath the sink and grabs a couple of wipes. He walks over to where the boy is slumped over, and sits down. He takes a wipe and rubs it over Lance's face, cleaning the boy of puke and blood. He pinches Lance's nose, stopping the blood after a few minutes.

"How do you feel Lance?" Shiro says soothingly, rubbing circles into the other's lower back. The boy looks up, and gives a small smile.

"A bit better," He rasps.

"Are you going to puke anymore? Or do you want to go lay down," Shiro purrs.

"I...think I'm good," He mumbles, before trying to stand, he stumbles and falls, right into Shiro's arms.

"Let me," He says, picking Lance up bridal style and bringing him back into his bedroom. He lays him gently on the bed, before crawling in himself. He wraps his arms and legs around Lance loosely.

"If you feel like you're gonna puke again, tell me," Shiro whispers. Lance nods weakly, before snuggling closer into Shiro.

"You're really warm 'Kashi," Lance purrs, before falling asleep. Shiro chuckles at the cute name Lance has given him.

"You're so cute kitten," Shiro mumbles, before falling asleep as well.