**Your're feverish, so stop being stubborn and go lay in the nest**
Some platonic pack polydins + Allura and Coran in this one.
Chapter summary: Keith's heat is coming on, but he refuses to look after himself.
"Keith". Allura is growling at him, not impressed by the Omega's actions. Keith just hunches further over the datapad in his lap, trying to ignore the intimidating prescence of the Queen Alpha. He doesn't want to stop working just yet, determined to last another few vargas at least.
"Kitten, I'd just do what she says," Lance wheedles from his own chair across the table. "You know she's only going to get bossier".
Keith wants to growl at the Cuban Alpha for his use of the petname, but he's too tired and all that comes out of his throat is a raspy grumble.
Allura is hovering closer, he can sense her, and then she's reaching out a hand to lay against his cheek. It feels heavenly; cool and refreshing against his heated skin. He tries to withstand the urge to lean into it, but he's not 100% sure if he suceeds in resisting.
"You're feverish, so stop being stubborn and go lay in the nest," Allura's tone is authoritative and leaves no room for argument. Her arms are crossed over her chest, hip canted to the side and Keith's pretty sure she's tapping her foot. He wants so badly to just do what she says, to do what she says and please his Alphas, but he's so close to finishing the strategic planning the Blade wanted his input for.
He tries to turn his attention back onto the datapad, but the letters are all blurred. He looks up, confused, and both Lance and Allura are in front of him, but they're wavering in and out of focus. Unsteady, he reaches a hand out to Lance; he can hear a needy whine escape his throat.
Next thing he knows, he's being scooped up into someone's arms. Lance's, his mind foggily supplies as he buries his head into the taller male's chest and inhales his musky scent. Lance is carrying him somewhere. He's not holding his datapad anymore. Allura is nearby, he can hear her talking, though he can't make out what she's saying. She must be talking to Lance; Keith can feel the Alpha's chest rumble when he speaks.
Lance is putting him down and he's surrounded by softness and warmth and a dozen comforting smells. A larger body curls around him from behind, wrapping him up in their limbs. Pidge - it must be Pidge - curls up around his head, cushioning it on her torso and combing her fingers through his hair. He's already so hot, he should feel overcrowded and overheated like this, but he can already feel himself calming down. His body is recognising his pack and the safety that they themselves and their shared nest offers.
Bleary, he reaches out and drags various items of clothing closer and clutches them weakly to his chest so he can smell all of his pack close, and he snuggles closer to the body behind him and weekly croons to Pidge and then falls into a healing slumber.
