#allura whump

[icypantherwrites]

Fic Update: Here, Chapter Four

“He is planning something.”

Shiro was not the only one who turned to look at Coran, who was watching the monitor screen where Lance was now tipping the bowl of food goo and using two fingers to shovel it into his mouth, a heavy set to his face.

“He is planning something,” Coran repeated quietly, turning away from the screen. 

“What do you mean, Coran?” Allura frowned. 

“I felt it,” Coran’s hand lifted to press against his heart and Shiro’s eyes widened.

That’s right.

Coran had told him before that between his orange colored quintessence and the fact he was Altean he had the ability to read emotions.

And he…

He thought that…?

“He is still scared and confused,” Coran said, “make no mistake those are the forefront emotions he is projecting. But when I made mention that more food goo would be provided there was a flicker there. A flicker,” Coran’s expression was grim, “of not just focus but of killing intent.”

“An ambush,” Keith said bluntly, arms crossed.

Coran nodded. “I fear the same. He has made the realization that for food to be brought in a person will need to accompany it. And with that realization he has no doubt concluded therein lies his chance for not just to escape, but,” Coran swallowed, “to complete his mission.”

Which, given the events that occurred on Zlato, they could figure out what that was.

To kill them.

“He doesn’t have a weapon,” Pidge pointed out. 

“And there’s the cuffs,” Hunk added, even as his gaze flicked back and forth, hands nestled inside one another. “They’d, they’d stop him.”

“They will stall him,” Shiro said quietly. “But they won’t stop him.”

He knew that better than anyone.

He’d fought Lance three times now and all three times…

He’d lost.

Lance was beyond dangerous and despite the fact he had no real weapons at his disposal that would not stop him.  He was a trained assassin and if he had moved on from the mindset of being a trapped prisoner then it meant he was contemplating his mission and how to finish it. 

And that tenacity, Shiro knew, was not just from the conditioning. Lance didn’t give up and it was a trait the Galra had no doubt twisted for their own use. 

“So we don’t give him the chance,” Keith said. 

Read it here

Here Summary: [Third and final part to the Sniper trilogy] Voltron has rescued Lance but the person with them now is not the same boy they once knew. Even outside the Galrans’ influence Lance believes himself to be Sniper, an assassin to the Galra Empire with his final mission to eliminate Voltron. It’s going to be a long, difficult journey that they know won’t end even when Lance does remember them as then he’ll also remember all of the horrors he committed as Sniper and have to come to terms with what he did. But they do know they’ll be there for him every step of the way because Lance was gone, he’s been found and now he’s here, with his space family, to stay.

#voltron #vld #lance #langst #team #team as family #Sniper #Assassin Lance #brainwashing #ambush #Here #icypanther #icypantherwrites #sniper trilogy #fanfiction #fanfic #story #whump #angst #conditioning #torture #violence #shiro #keith #hunk #pidge #coran #allura #lance centric

[probablyhuntersmom]

@badthingshappenbingo​

Bad Things Happen Bingo, Fill #3

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Trope: Catatonia

Requested by: @vilcade

Characters: Keith

My original Bingo post with rules is here~

#badthingshappenbingo #keith kogane #allura #voltron #vld #whump #hurt keith #catatonia #my art #i'm back to completing the prompts I got! thanks for your patience ^^

[godestof3worlds]

Live. Die. Repeat AU except it's called Love. Die. Repeat.

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The Merry Whump of May Day 8 - Begging Whumpay 2022 - "You're Worrying Me."

@whumpay2022 & @themerrywhumpofmay

#whumpay2022 #the merry whump of may #voltron legendary defender #vld kallura #vld keith #vld allura

[tom-the-tortoise]

#voltron #hurt keith #keith #hunk #hunk angst #blood #whump #choking #my work #Allura #fic #angst #keith angst

[lokiitama]

Prison of the Mind - Chapter 13

Warnings: graphic depiction of violence

Excerpt:

Allura wasn’t just separated from Hunk and Pidge. She was with the Witch.

The longer it took to rescue her— the longer Lance took to rescue her, the smaller her chances of making it out alive could be.

The Witch had been unforgiving when it came to Shiro before. Who knew what she would do to Allura, when the Princess wasn’t just some prisoner without a name?

Read the rest of the chapter on Ao3

#vld #langst #voltron #whump #lance mcclain #lance #voltron: legendary defender #fanfic #my writing #Prison of the Mind #PotM #cw: violence #gen fic #it's the show off! #The saving of Allura!!

[actress4him]

For bthb, could you do Keith with seizures? The cause could be something to with him being half Galra? Maybe it happens in the atlas (season 8?) completely optional suggestion I’d love it if you only do the first part (first time suggesting something so sorry if this is worded weirdly)

It’s been ages, and whoever you are, dear anon, I have no idea whether you’ll ever actually see this, but I hope you do and I hope you enjoy.

@badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Prompt: Seizures

Contains: dude whump, sensory overload, self-deprecating thoughts, seizure, references to past questionable foster care

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Voltron had saved another planet. That meant yet another celebration to thank them, something that the team always had mixed feelings about. Lance and Allura and Coran loved them, always ready for a chance to mingle and socialize (and in Lance’s case, flirt), while Pidge and Keith were less than thrilled, both of them preferring to stay away from social situations whenever possible. Shiro and Hunk seemed to fall somewhere in the middle, only really complaining if they were especially tired, but enjoying themselves most of the time once they were there. 

He didn’t know about the others, but Keith also struggled with seeing the necessity of these events. Sure, he knew that the planet’s people were thankful for their help, but did it really require a party every time? Didn’t they have better things they could be doing, like, you know, saving more planets? This was a war. Allura was always preaching the importance of diplomacy, but he had a hard time believing that it should take precedence over battles.

Plus, they never really knew what they were getting themselves into when landing on an alien planet. Of all the members of Voltron, Keith really should have been the best at getting thrown into new, unknown situations. After all, that’s how he’d spent his entire childhood. But those families had all been human, at least, and therefore mostly predictable. Alien planets were anything but.

For instance, on most planets the celebrations had been rather formal affairs, some even with dancing like a ball straight out of a movie. Others had been more casual, and many focused on food (those were Hunk’s favorites, of course). 

On this particular planet, though, as soon as the president announced that the festivities would begin, the ballroom-like space turned instantly into a club. The main lights switched off, but were replaced by multi-colored beams that spun wildly around the room. Speakers hidden somewhere in the ceiling and walls began blasting what apparently passed as music on this planet, complete with a drumbeat that vibrated the floor.

Keith, taken completely off guard, couldn’t stop his violent flinch. He did, however, just barely catch himself before his hands clapped over his ears. Sucking in a deep breath, he forced his arms back down by his sides. Loud sounds had always been miserable for him. He’d had to learn a long time ago that it wasn’t always appropriate to indulge himself and try to block them out, though. Some people didn’t take very kindly to that, and the last thing he wanted was to insult anyone here. Allura would have his head. 

The lights were awful, too, and he blinked several times in a row before settling on just squinting at everything. Every time one flashed directly across his face he winced, trying not to squeeze his eyes shut and leave them that way. Not that it mattered much if he did, he could still see the colors behind his eyelids.

“Woo!” Lance yelled, immediately getting into the spirit and waving his arms over his head. “Heck yeah, this is what I call a party!” And he was off, sliding and bopping through the crowd, getting everyone around him excited and dancing.

Why can’t you be more like him? that ugly voice in Keith’s head sneered. Everybody loves Lance, no matter where we go. Really, why can’t you be more like any of them?

The rest of the team were all looking far more comfortable in this environment than he ever could. Some were dancing, others eating and chatting. Even Pidge had found someone to talk technology or math with, judging by the passion in her expression. Meanwhile, he just stood there awkwardly, fighting against the strong urge in every inch of his body to flee the room and find somewhere dark and quiet to hide. 

Pretty recently he’d finally realized that his sensitive eyes and ears probably came from his Galra side, thanks to getting to know the Blades and his mom and finding out more about their physiology. That didn’t make him feel any better about it. Sure, he was getting more and more used to the whole half-Galra thing, and getting closer to actually, fully accepting it. But this was just another case of being Galra making him different. More accurately, weird. Another reason why he’d never fit in anywhere he went.

And that’s why I can’t be like them. Because I’m not like them, and I never will be. 

Weaving slowly through the crowd of aliens, Keith made his way toward the wall closest to the entrance. He tried his best not to bump into anyone, despite the fact that half of them were in the middle of flailing - ahem, dancing. Still, hands and sleeves brushed against his arms and shoulders. Somehow they felt like pins pricking his skin, even through his jacket. He hurried past, wrapping his arms around himself tightly and tucking himself up against the wall. But the wall was vibrating, like the floor. It shot up his spine into his head, making him clench his teeth even harder, and he quickly stood up straight again. 

He thought he was going to be sick. Which was stupid, it was just lights and music. But it was crawling underneath his skin, pounding into his temples, clogging up his throat.

He wanted to go home.

“Hey, man! You okay over here?” Hunk appeared next to him, shouting to be heard over the chaos of music and conversations. “You look kinda pale.”

The added noise stabbed through Keith’s skull, and he tried his hardest not to show it. “‘m fine.”

Finishing chewing whatever he’d just popped into his mouth, Hunk frowned and stepped a little closer. “You sure? I mean, I know you don’t like parties, but…this seems a bit worse than normal.”

Keith looked over at him. He seemed entirely genuine, as Hunk usually was. “The lights and music are just…” This time he failed to keep from flinching when one of the beams crossed his face. “A lot. It’s no big deal, though.”

“Ohhh.” Hunk’s expression morphed from concern to something that was probably pity, which is not what he was hoping for. “Yeah, Shiro said at some point that you have like, sensitive eyes and stuff, right? I’m sorry, man. You could go back to the Castle, you know. You don’t have to stay if you’re miserable.” 

He shook his head. “No, it’s…it’s fine.” He wasn’t going to disappear and risk it causing any number of problems - alien presidents getting offended, Allura deciding she needed them all to line up and have some sort of ceremony, some kind of further attack occurring. Call him paranoid, but all of the above had happened before. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be okay.” 

He really needed this conversation to end now, though. Having to talk and focus on what Hunk was saying, and also smelling the food he was holding on top of the smell of a bunch of alien sweat and perfumes was making things even worse. It felt like his head was going to explode with all of the sensations it was trying to process. 

In fact, maybe it was already exploding. Maybe it was slowly frying, at least, because there were stars appearing around him that he was pretty sure weren’t part of the party’s special effects. Hunk was saying something else next to him, but Keith couldn’t process it, staring up at the blinking stars. Everything in the room seemed to be moving in slow motion all of a sudden. Then there was an especially bright burst of light, and he vaguely felt himself falling.

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“I’ll be okay,” he said. “Don’t worry,” he said. But then Hunk was watching Keith stare off into space at nothing before starting to shake and dropping abruptly to the floor. 

“Whoa! Keith!” He dove onto his knees, torn between watching Keith’s whole body twitch and jerk uncontrollably and looking around frantically for someone to help him. Everyone’s attention was on the festivities, though, not down on the floor, and the music was way too loud to call out to anyone. Hunk was the only one who knew something was wrong.

And he was…not really equipped to handle something like this. He’d had some first aid classes, though, so he could…he could do this, right? It wasn’t like there was another choice. Keith needed him. 

This was definitely a seizure. And it was horrifying. But he had to ignore that and focus on what he could do. He knew he wasn’t supposed to hold onto him, couldn’t stop the terrible shaking that had taken over his body, but he was pretty sure it was a good idea to try and cushion his head. So he scooted over, reaching out tentatively and very, very carefully lifting Keith’s head with both hands until he could set it into his lap. 

The Red Paladin’s eyes were open, but only white was showing. Hunk’s heart was in his throat watching him. Vaguely he thought he remembered something about counting when someone was having a seizure, but he had no idea why or how much time had passed already so he didn’t try to start. All he could do at that point was watch and wait and hope that it would be over soon.

And eventually, after what seemed like a lifetime, it was. Keith’s body relaxed as quickly as it had begun seizing, going limp on the floor. He looked…dead. Which completely freaked Hunk out for a moment, almost more than the seizure had to start with, until he saw his chest rise and fall once, then twice. Okay. Okay, so he wasn’t dead. He was…not okay, but he wasn’t seizing and he wasn’t dead. Now he just needed to get someone’s attention, and since the shaking was past he was able to scoop him up in his arms and stand. 

It didn’t take long after that for someone to notice them then. One paladin draped across another’s arms was kind of concerning, apparently, and pretty soon they had a swarm of aliens and the other paladins around them, ready to help.

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After the stars and the falling, Keith didn’t remember much besides a buzzing sensation, like electricity had taken over his limbs. The next thing he was fully aware of was opening his eyes to blissful darkness and quiet. The only sound was a whispered conversation in an unseen corner of the room, which quickly came to a halt when he shifted. 

“Keith? You with us, bud?”

“Y-yeah.” He stretched out his legs, trying to figure out what he was lying on and why it felt like someone had beaten him with a stick. Every single muscle in his body was sore, even ones he didn’t realize he had. “What, uh…what happened?”

Hunk scooted out to the edge of the chair across from him, catching his attention. “You, um…had a seizure. It was super scary, man. I’d be really okay if that never happened again, but I mean of course I don’t like, blame you for it, I highly doubt you did it on purpose.”

“I wasn’t actually there for the seizure part, but seeing you passed out wasn’t exactly reassuring, either,” Lance piped in, appearing to perch on the arm of Hunk’s chair. “I just thought you were pale before, that was like, ghost quality.”

Keith was still trying to wrap his mind around the concept of having a seizure, but he was surprised to see them both there, especially Lance. “You should still be at the party, not worrying over me. I didn’t mean to interrupt everything.”

“You think I was gonna keep dancing with the ladies while my teammate was in here dying?” Lance scoffed, sounding offended. “The ladies will just have to do without me for a little while.”

“The ladies are probably all waiting to thank Keith for distracting you for a few minutes,” Pidge quipped drily. She draped herself over the back of the couch that Keith was apparently lying on. “And he’s not dying, anyway. He’s fine.” Her eyes cut over to Keith’s face, and he could see concern trying not to show itself. “Right?”

“Um. Yeah. I…think.” He started to push himself up, grimacing a little at the pull on his muscles, but Pidge placed the heel of her hand on his forehead and shoved him back down.

“Cool it, cowboy, you need to rest.”

“I’m fine, really. I don’t know what happened, but…I’m okay now.” He was pretty sure, anyway. He felt relatively normal, other than the soreness, but not knowing what had brought on the seizure and whether or not it would happen again was a bit concerning, to say the least. “It isn’t the first time I’ve had one, anyway. Happened once when I was a kid, too. And I was fine then,” he added quickly.

“Was there a lot of sensory input happening then, too?” Shiro crossed the room, tucking a datapad into his pocket. “Hunk said you were complaining about the lights and music.”

Keith thought back to the first incident, at a foster brother’s birthday party in an arcade. “Yeah. There was.” The foster parents had sent him away after that, claiming they were unprepared to deal with major medical issues. Never mind that it hadn’t happened again for almost a decade, and not until he was all the way in outer space.

Shiro nodded. “I was just talking to the Blade’s medic. Apparently it isn’t a common thing for Galra to experience, but he has seen it before in mixed species. The Galra sensory issues combined with…something that certain other races have, it was a bit over my head. But he’d like to run some tests next time he sees you, just to be sure.”

Keith groaned and shook his head. Just what he needed, more tests by the Blade trying to figure out how exactly his body worked. 

“I appreciate you guys, um…being there for me. Helping me out. Especially, um, you, Hunk. I hate that I caused a scene, though. You all should get back before you’re missed too much.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Hunk waved a hand dismissively. “Allura and Coran are still holding down the fort out there, though we should definitely let them know soon that you’re awake and okay. They were worried about you.”

“We’d all much rather be in here making sure you’re okay, Mullet.”

It never failed to surprise him, hearing the rest of the team express any kind of care and concern for him. A warm feeling invaded his chest and eased some of the tension in his body.

“And Keith? If this ever happens again, will you please let us know so we can help before your body freaks out?” Pidge poked him in the stomach to emphasize her words.

“Uh…yeah. Yeah, I can do that, I guess.” Part of him still wanted to protest about diplomacy and not angering aliens and such, but he knew he’d just get shut down. Instead he glanced around at the team and smiled a little. “Thanks.”

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Bingo requests are open, but only for my OCs at this time, and with no guarantee of how long it will take me to fulfill them!

#badthingshappenbingo #bad things happen bingo #seizures #voltron: legendary defender #voltron whump #keith whump #hurt keith #dude whump #sensory overload #self-deprecating thoughts #foster care #galra keith #vld #voltron keith #voltron fanfiction #voltron fic #keith kogane

[hello-eeveev]

Character ask game with Essek + 2, 12, 22! :D

~character ask game~

(previous here!)

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Telekinetic feat. I refuse to believe he used a whole Telekinesis to take that cupcake from Jester in that one episode. I am giving him an invisible mage hand.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

I love a good autistic!Essek in a fic. If you haven’t read you know that time is all we’re made of, go do that now. you’re welcome. enjoy.

Related: when writers use Essek to explore or discuss their own chronic pain, illnesses, and disabilities! It’s not something I experience, but I know many people who do. It’s a very interesting topic to me and I love to get various insights on it!

I don’t write a ton of angst myself, but Essek has a lot of angst potential, so thank you to everyone who writes the good Essek angst, whump, and hurt/comfort. Y’all keep things exciting and I thank you for your service.

For dislikes: not a fan of instant love. In general, but especially for Essek. If you think that man didn’t have to work through a bajillion layers of what it means to like a person, to care about a person, to connect with another person honestly and genuinely, to feel any significant kind of attraction for someone (much less what attraction even looks like to him), before he’s able to arrive at in love, I don’t know what to tell you. I think we’ve got different Esseks in our heads.

Which kind of relates to another thing I’m not big on, which is when Essek is too… emotionally intelligent? Not as emotionally stunted as he should be? One of my favorite traits about Exandrian wizards is that none of them are particularly good at processing and dealing with their emotions in a healthy way (except for—afaik—allura ily my queen). Essek and Caleb are learning, but that was not by choice. They accidentally got friends who they care about and who care about them, and it turns out if you want to have lasting, fulfilling connections, you gotta work on yourself. gross lol

#thank you! #eve talks #essek thelyss #ask game #answered ask #anon ask

[whumplovers-collaborate]

Fandom List 2 — Whumpy Works created for the Multimedia Summer Exchange in the Whumplovers Collaborate server

This list features Whumpy art and writing for the following fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist, Genshin Impact, My Hero Academia, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Call of Duty, Banana Fish, Doki Doki Literature Club!, [Módào Zǔshī, The Untamed], Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom, Gravity Falls, Tiger & Bunny, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Tokyo Ghoul, SCP Foundation, Sonic The Hedgehog, Black Butler, Undertale Gears of War, Night Head Genesis

Original Work List — Fandom List 1 — Fandom List 3

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist — All Media Types

Writing

Rat Race by nxllxfy @null-whump

It was when his vision started fading that Ed distantly realized that he might die.

No one was there, no one was coming, and no one would find him when he did die. He would be left down in this god-forsaken sewer, a fucking sewer, of all places, and Al would never know what happened to him. And for fuck’s sake, even he didn’t know what had happened to him, because he couldn’t fucking remember.

The Blade for the Undiplomatic by User_needs_a_Username

Fullmetal is missing and no one is quite sure where he is. Ed's been stabbed and is bleeding out.

Coming Home (Home is Wherever You are Not) by User_needs_a_Username

Edward and Alphonse get a letter from their father... And emotions stir... He’s coming to see them.

Watch Your Back by Anonymous 

Riza doesn't watch Roy's back for a moment...

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Art

One Mistake by BeneathAScorpionSky @beneathascorpionsky

Even as a puppet, you're not invincible by Dye_Iguess @whumpedydump

Scaramouche art. Il Dottore experiments.

Tragedy in the Wind by emcSCARED @emcscared-whumps

(ARTWORK) Kaeya is very, very sad and is (most likely) having a (-n ambiguously) awful time. I don't know much about Genshin, but I've seen the art and I pin his vibe as someone who doesn't outwardly process emotion very much, so, let's stress him :)

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Writing

noise creates illusions [silence brings truth] bynitroglycerin_and_paraffin (candleshopmenace) 

Shinsou Hitoshi is trapped.

driven to my knees by Rookblonkorules

A mission gone wrong sees Bakugou on the wrong side of quirk traffickers.

choking on my own blood by Rookblonkorules

Midoriya is injured severely during a villain attack. Aizawa stays with him until help arrives.

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Writing

Actions have Consequences by ASmallVoice

While on a supply mission for Allura, Keith is kidnapped by the Galra.

the fire that was by Rookblonkorules 

Hunk and Shiro rescue Keith, who has been a prisoner of the Galra for some time.

No Dawn. No Day. I Am Always In The Twilight. by Gem_Of_The_Land @whumpy-gems

A mission failure leading to the capture of three Paladins. They don't know where they are, why they are there, or what is going to happen. All Lance, Keith and Pidge know is that they must stay together. In order to survive the brutality they are going to face. Hoping each new day wont bring any other troubles.

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Art

fallen pheonix by Chordata7 

a gift for a small voice for the summer whump exchange.

Alone by MidnightCity @circuitdelasarthe

Hurt Zuko by Silver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy), SuperSilverSpy

Zuko got stabbed on his own ship…

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Writing

Saving Ferdinand by WriterOfWorlds

Ferdinand gets kidnapped by Those Who Slither In The Dark and is presumed dead. Hubert is determined to save Ferdinand.

An exchange fic. For my Bad Things Happen Bingo: You Can Scream All You Want

Just Another Theory in Motion by The_Walking_Pie 

When Hubert takes longer than usual to return from a scouting mission, Ferdinand can't help but worry. But when Hubert finally does return, something seems...off.

Bait on a Hook by The_Walking_Pie 

During a normal fishing trip, Byleth gets kidnapped by Those Who Slither in the Dark.

Fandom: Call of Duty

Writing

Crawling rot by Livingblurr @livingblurr

But he fucking loathed it right now. Sweet baby Jesus, he hated himself even more. The coffee in his ‘best mom ever mug’ was stale and cold, poured hours ago just to be forgotten about as Graves had indulged in yet another file Shepherd had sent over.

Or

Graves doesn’t get enough sleep because of far too much paperwork and his mind does a funky thing and lets him hallucinate. His medic is there to catch him.

Feral claws (don’t cut chains) by Livingblurr @livingblurr

Metal bars caged him in the small space, like a damn animal in a Zoo enclosure, ready for viewing at a moment's notice. Only thing missing was stupid plexiglass and a brat hammering against it with their sticky grippers.

Or

Graves gets captured and (somewhat) tortured.

Fandom: Banana Fish

Art

Hurt Ash Fanart bySilver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy), SuperSilverSpy

That one time when Ash was restrained and beaten…

Sacrifice For A Friend by Sishal @sishal01

Eiji just wants to help his friend. No matter the cost to himself.

Fandom: Doki Doki Literature Club!

Art

Niemand by rikkacha 

"Hey, hey, wake up!"

the red means i love you by Steefwaterbutter

Yuri sure does love y/n, huh?

Fandom: Módào Zǔshī, The Untamed

Writing

I Only Sink Deeper by Steefwaterbutter

A grieving sect leader, a night hunt gone terribly wrong, and a smile that must not fade.

Or: Lan Xichen falls ill and his family reminds him how much they love him.

Art

Return Me To His Arms by ProjectXIII @project-xiii

A snapshot in which a tortured soul finally freed finds itself pulled back to mortal fetters at the loving but wounded voice of his loved one, a voice gentle enough to stall the screaming in his ears but powerful enough to bring him back to earth.

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom

Writing

What the Courageous Fear by Sparky_Lurkdragon @sparkylurkdragon

Link recalls that time King Rhoam made him give a speech.

Art

Caught in the In-Between by Sishal @sishal01

Link is caught in the war between light and darkness.

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Writing

I've got you, brother by ilike_color @graham-cracker-guillotine

Stan gets lost trying to find Ford's cabin. Ford helps him warm up.

Fandom: Tiger & Bunny

Writing

A Shortcut to Danger by The_Walking_Pie

On the way to the movies, Kotetsu and Barnaby end up embroiled in a robbery. They dispatch the robber quickly, but one of them ends up with an injury that's more than it appears to be.

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Writing

House of Memories by Rookblonkorules 

Narancia finds himself in an unfortunate situation with no one to come for him.

Fandom: Tokyo Ghoul

Art

It Doesn't Get Better by emcSCARED @emcscared-whumps

(ARTWORK) Kaneki suffers some more (ambiguous) torture (presumably with a Special WeaponTM of some sort) because he isn't miserable enough yet :) He looks good in chains.

Fandom: SCP Foundation

Art

Transportation by Gadgetrocks

My piece for the Whumplovers Collaborate summer exchange!! Looks like SCP-049 is being transported somewhere after an… incident. Is it the bloodloss or the lavender circulating the air making them woozy? Who can tell, really >;)

Fandom: Sonic The Hedgehog

Art

Sparky Lurkdragon's Treat by Anonymous 

Fandom: Black Butler

Art

Bad Day For Sebastian by Silver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy)

Sebastian got stabbed…

Fandom: Undertale

Art

Hurt Flowey by Silver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy) 

Flowey’s not having a good time

Fandom: Gears of War

Art

MidnightCity's Treat by Anonymous

Fandom: Night Head Genesis

Art

Night Head Genesis Art by Anonymous

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[callaeidae3]

Anonymity Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (Epilogue) are up!

Finally finished writing this fanfic!!🎉 after a few years haha

Read from Chapter 1 here ~

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: Gen

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Relationships: Keith & Shiro (Voltron); Keith & Krolia (Voltron)

Characters: Keith (Voltron); Shiro (Voltron); Keith's Wolf (Voltron); Black Lion (Voltron); Sam Holt; Allura (Voltron); Lance (Voltron); Pidge | Katie Holt; Hunk (Voltron); Coran (Voltron); Romelle (Voltron); Krolia (Voltron); Colleen Holt; Kolivan (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Post Season 7; Hurt Keith (Voltron); Angst; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Hurt/Comfort; Blood and Injury; Threats; Death Threats; Protective Shiro (Voltron); Team as Family; Keith (Voltron) Whump

Summary of story:

Shiro notices Keith's been acting a bit odd since recovering from his injuries (post season 7), and Keith tells him: he’s been receiving death threats. These threats soon escelate, leaving Keith in a continuous state of danger while Shiro and the rest of the team try to hunt down the person - or people - doing this to him.

#vld #vld fanfic #post season 7 #vld keith #vld shiro #keith whump #whump writing #hurt comfort #my writing #these days my original story is my main writing focus #but if I have the spoons I would like to try to work on at least one of the fanfic I started and never finished #there's a lot of spoons missing from my spoon drawer though...haha so who knows how successful that wish will be

[icypantherwrites]

Throwback Thursday Fic Recs

For anyone looking for a little reading on a Thursday evening, enjoy a couple throwback favorites; one exclusive to Patreon and one publicly published on AO3. Going to try to theme it each week in some way. Feel free to leave a comment on the fic if you enjoyed it; it's always nice to give older fics a little love! ♥

Week's Theme: Lance being trapped in some sort of cage (secondary theme: rescue by Keith!)p

Caged Nightmare

Summary: The cage is far, far too small to fit Lance, but the Galrans still force him into it. He’s then loaded like a piece of cargo on a ship bound for a cruel, painful destination and the journey to get there is just as harsh. As Lance floats in and out of consciousness over the days he comes to the conclusion that he’s dreaming when Keith of all people appears in the cargo hold (on a ship in the middle of space) to rescue him. But maybe that’s because it’s no dream at all. It has to be a nightmare because there is nothing crueler than false hope like this. But it seems so real and maybe… maybe he’s not dreaming after all.

Hide and Seek

Lance is spirited away and buried alive in a horrific game of hide and seek where if the team cannot find him before he runs out of air… it’s game over. --- “We count, we count, we count our dead!” the voices sang. “One thousand and three, one thousand and three! Count then seek, and seek and seek! And if you seek but can’t find what you are looking for... then we count to one thousand and four.”

#voltron #vld #lance #lance whump #claustrophobic lance #fanfiction #fanfic #icypanther #throwback thursday #icypantherwrites #hurt lance #lance angst #langst #whump #hurt/comfort #protective keith #protective team #hunk #pidge #allura

[incorrectvld-quotes]

11, 16, 25 (i have more but im at dinner so im doing it in batches fjskdjks)

Nothing excites me more than seeing you show up in my inbox. The pressure to do well is HIGH!

11. Link your three favorite fics right now. YOU JUST HAD TO PICK A HARD ONE TO START OFF!!! Bearing in mind my favorite fanfics change like the weather, HERE WE GO!

The Kennerya Trilogy: A complete three part series featuring a Love Bug AU, touch starved Keith, and platonic team Voltron.

through a glass darkly: A complete two part series containing the works point fingers and bladed threats. It's a Reverse Robins story with whump for Tim and Jason.

Thunderstorms: This is part of an incomplete 5 part series pack, but can be read standalone. It's a wolf shifter AU focusing on Tim and his integration into the Wayne pack.

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them? Too many. If we break it down by fandom I have 2 for TGCF, 5ish for Voltron, and 1 crossover for Leverage and The Librarians.

Only God knows how many for Batfam and the DC Comics universe. I don't want to count them.

But because I am foolish and curious myself, I went and counted. In my phone's notes I have 46 Batfam/DC Comics ideas. I have roughly 20-30 more in my tumblr drafts which brings the count up to 66-76. Roughly. There are always the ones floating around in my head and in my notebooks.

Edit: There are 5 Six of Crows ideas I missed during the first count.

25. What fic do you wish you got more of a response on? Oh my goodness I'm so happy you asked! I spent far too long on When a Door Closes, Break Open a Window and was a bit disappointed it didn't get quite as much response as I'd hoped for. It wasn't my first attempt at writing grief, but it was my first try at giving the protagonist a loophole in healing (one where it might be beneficial or it might break him further).

Through Thick and Thin is a personal favorite of mine that I wish had a little more attention. It's a platonic Shiro and Allura story that catalogues their friendship through the years including hardships and successes.

#andes answers #andes asks #asks #ask game #ask me anything #my ask box is open #voltron #vld #batfam #princess allura #vld allura #voltron allura #takashi shirogane #vld shiro #voltron shiro #black paladin #shiro (voltron) #shiro (vld) #allura (voltron) #allura (vld) #vld keith #voltron keith #keith kogane #keith (voltron) #keith (vld) #red paladin #fanfic rec #my fanfiction #my fanfic #fanfiction

[godestof3worlds]

Allura is a royal and has a price on her head if she is killed. She's lucky she has a good bodyguard who will protect her from anything.-OR-I saw a scene from this Turkish show called Yeni Hayat which means New Life and I couldn't help myself and wrote a small one-shot based on it.-Whumpay 2022 Day 8 - "I'm fine, don't worry" (Quote)The Merry Whump of May Day 16 - Behind Closed Doors (Prompt)@whumpay2022 & @themerrywhumpofmay

#whumpay2022 #the merry whump of may #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld kallura #kallura #vld keith #vld allura

[johaerys-writes]

Shiro/Keith | Voltron: Legendary Defender | E | Ch. 1/3

Summary: During a fight with the Galra, Shiro and Keith are sucked into a wormhole and flung to the far edge of the universe. They land on an empty and unfamiliar planet, with no way of contacting the castle, but Keith isn't too worried. Things could be worse— at least they have each other. 

Until Shiro collapses.

My contribution for the Sheith Secret Santa 2022 event on twitter! Sickfic, hurt/comfort, angst and Shiro whump :)

Read on Ao3!

Keith’s fingers tighten around the control stick in a death grip. There is sweat running down his spine and his hair is plastered to his forehead beneath his helmet. Coran’s and Allura’s voices in his ears have long turned into steady background droning.

“Fighter, three o’clock!” Hunk yells at him through the comms, but there isn’t much Keith can do about it. He is surrounded, and no matter how many he takes down there’s still more. The damage they do isn’t enough to disturb the lions much; all they do is stand in the way between them and the Galra cruiser that has been terrorising the Alpha Orithyia quarter for weeks. Their laser beams and rockets glide harmlessly off of the lions’ surface, but the pushback is enough to considerably reduce their flying speed.

What started as a lucky break after days of fruitless searching has now turned into a wild goose chase. It was the sensors that Pidge had installed on the ship that managed to track the cruiser, passing through the TA-235 asteroid field, and Voltron didn’t waste a moment before following them. They’ve been going around in circles for hours, with hardly any progress to show for it.

And the cruiser keeps slipping further and further away from their reach.

“The way this is going, we’ll be left behind before we’ve even had a chance to find out where their base is!” Lance huffs in his ear.

Keith winces when the shockwave from a nearby ship exploding knocks Red aside. “Do you have any better ideas, Lance?”

“You need a new plan of attack,” Coran tells them all. “This isn’t working. Perhaps if you form Voltron—”

“No,” Shiro says. “We need the advantage that attacking them from multiple angles will give us. But you’re right that we need a new plan of attack, Coran. The cruiser is our top priority. Keith, you and I will go after it while Pidge, Hunk and Lance deal with the fighters here. With some luck, we might be able to slow it down a bit until the others come to back us up.”

Keith nods, steering Red close to Shiro. He doesn’t even need to give an answer, because it is known. He will always follow Shiro, without a second thought.

“Lay down some covering fire so we can make a break for it,” Keith tells Lance. “Follow us as soon as you’re able.”

“Got it,” Lance says, and proceeds to pulverise the fighters that crowd around him like buzzing flies with a swoop of Blue’s tail laser.

Shiro and Keith fly side by side, fighters and stars blurring past them. The cruiser has put a good deal of distance between them, the fire of its thrusters leaving a flame-pink trail behind. It is nothing for their lions, though; without the fighters hampering their advance it isn’t long before they gain ground, following the Cruiser as it tries to lose them behind a pulsing red giant.

“The Galra will put up a fight,” Shiro warns him. “We’ll need to give it our all, leave them no wiggle room. Are you with me, Keith?”

“Always,” Keith says. The answer comes to him naturally, like his breath.

It is a tough fight, and in such close quarters it’s easy to take a hit that will debilitate them. The cruiser’s cannon is deadly, nothing like the fighters’ lasers that were little more than a nuisance; if it gets them it might take seconds, even minutes for their lions’ systems to reboot.

But this has never been a problem for either of them. Red weaves effortlessly through their attacks, taking advantage of the time it takes the Galra to change the direction of the cannon and charge, while Black’s lasers are steadily wearing down the cruiser’s defences. They soon have the cruiser exactly where they want it, backed into a corner amidst the ruins of a destroyed planet. There is nowhere for it to go, no space to manoeuvre without endangering the integrity of the ship.

“This is it, Keith." Shiro's voice in his ear is a steady and comforting presence as always. “Ready?”

“You got it,” Keith says, and he smiles. He can’t wait to give those fuckers what they’ve had coming for days.

They’re both about to launch a final attack, when a flash of blinding light stops them. The space before them ripples as a wormhole shifts into existence and starts expanding— and then the cruiser starts drifting towards it.

Keith clicks his tongue in frustration. Of course they’d try to make a run for it. He kicks Red forward, pushing through the cruiser’s renewed shield.

“Keith, stop,” Shiro says. “It’s too dangerous. We can’t get too close, or we’ll get sucked into the wormhole as well. We have no idea where it leads.”

“And we’re just going to let them get away?” Keith says. He pulls back reluctantly, his eyes never leaving the cruiser. “I’m not going to let them blast their way through another galaxy, Shiro, that’s not happening. We have to stop them.”

Shiro stays quiet for a moment too long. Keith’s pulse pounds in his throat as the cruiser escapes right before them and they just stand there watching. Every second counts— they don’t have time for this.

“Shiro,” Keith pleads, caught between the urge to kick Red into action and lay waste to that cruiser, and his loyalty to his friend. He will back down if Shiro asks him to, no matter how little he wants that. But if they lose the cruiser now, after all the effort they put into finding it, after all the destruction it’s wrought—

“Alright.” Shiro’s voice is quiet, but determined. “Let’s get closer. Carefully.”

He doesn’t need to say it twice. Keith takes off, guns blazing; it takes him a few seconds to find a break through the shield and penetrate the cruiser’s defences. He has one goal in mind: the front of the ship that’s heading towards the wormhole, where the ion cannon is placed. If he manages to damage one of the bases holding it in place, the pushback and change of weight distribution will reduce the cruiser’s speed, buying them precious time.

It is risky, a tough fight. He’s flying too close to the wormhole now and its pull is strong; one wrong move and he’ll be sucked into it and shot wherever the cruiser is headed, possibly into a well-armed Galra base. The danger and thrill of the fight sings through Keith’s blood; he can feel Red’s anticipation, the high of her bloodlust.

A carefully calculated laser beam sends the cannon erupting in flames. A huge chunk breaks off from the main body of the ship, debris exploding all around it as it tilts to the side. Shiro takes advantage of the cruiser’s change of pace to load Black’s laser for the killing blow; it is sure to cut straight through the ship like butter now that the shield is down.

And it does just that. Black flies away at a safe distance as the cruiser is engulfed in flames, small explosions that keep blossoming along its surface until they all meet into a large, violent one.

“About fucking time,” Keith murmurs under his breath, smiling at their triumph. The Galra never stood a chance against them— Keith and Shiro are unbeatable when they’re together.

The only thing left is the wormhole.

Keith's dangerously close to it now. It folds in on itself as it collapses, warping the space around it. Keith presses the control stick forward to fly away, but the lion stays in place. Even as he boosts her rear thrusters, Red barely moves an inch before she’s pulled right back.

“Keith!” Shiro’s voice is rushed, panicked in his ears. “Get out of there, now!”

“I’m trying,” Keith grunts, pushing the thrusters to their limit. “This thing is— too strong—” Red's claws scramble for purchase, but there’s nothing to hold on to. It’s all debris and fire and broken parts of the cruiser and the wrecked planets floating around him, all of it caught into the inexorable pull of the wormhole, twisted and bent out of shape under the crushing weight of its gravity.

“Shiro, stay back,” Keith says when he sees Black flying close to help him. “Don’t come any closer, or it'll pull you too.”

“Keith—”

“Stay away!” he says again, gripping the control stick tighter. “Do you hear me, Shiro?” The sweat that drips into his eyes stings; he can barely breathe he’s pushing so hard. Alarms of all kinds are blaring in his ears, Red’s monitors blur and crackle with the force of the wormhole’s immense pressure, and the comms system seems to be turning any incoming sound into warbled noise. Keith can’t see what’s happening outside, if Shiro’s still there. It’s like time has stopped, like he’s suspended in the void. Like he’s dying.

“Shiro?” Keith whispers.

Next thing he knows, he’s spinning out of control.

The flashing lights blind him. It’s not unlike other times he’s travelled through a wormhole, but this time it’s stronger, more violent. The quintessence in this place is too potent; it ripples through him, makes his skin itch. Keeping control of Red now is impossible. Keith focuses on his breathing, tries his best not to give in to panic. Patience yields focus.

“Patience yields focus,” he says out loud to himself. There is nowhere to go now but down.

At least Shiro managed to stay out of this shitshow, he thinks, as he lets the wormhole swallow him whole.

Read the rest on AO3!

#sheith #voltron #voltron legendary defender #shiro x keith #shiro/keith #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #at the edge of the universe #johaerys writes

[hood-ex]

tbh i don’t think vld was that bad! as someone who was a hugeeee fan from the very first season but fell off right as the last season came out. that was mainly bc the fandom was so incredibly exhausting that i’m sure even as an outsider you probably heard some weird ass drama that was going on. but later as i was rewatching, the whole show was pretty good- the voice acting, animation, the story (up to a certain point)! enjoy voltron and i hope to see your thoughts on the show as time goes on!

Surprisingly, I never paid any mind to the fandom when this show was being talked about a lot. I mean, I prob just saw flashes here and there of ships but never any actual drama.

I do already have two tiffs with the show already. One is extremely minor and it's just that I don't like Princess Allura's accent. I have no idea why?? I literally love accents, but for some reason, I wish she had an American accent even though it wouldn't make sense for her to have one 😭.

The bigger tiff is that I don't really like how all the pieces of Voltron are lions?? Like idk they're in a completely different universe, so I feel like using a mythical creature would've been cooler. Either something like dragons or even a mythical creature specific to Altea. Just like... why lions? Y'know? Idk.

Also, I like seeing Shiro doing hand to hand combat more than I like seeing him and the others fighting in the lions. Fighting in the lions is a cool concept though. But again my brain is just like... why lions. ALSDKA.

I will say that I do appreciate the protective!Shiro and Lance whump I've seen already. Definitely need more of that.

#i need to get to the point where the team is far more closely bonded #the disjointed state they're in right now isn't doing it for me BUUUT we're getting closer to where i want them to be lmao #anon

[rubinaitoart]

• Blog Masterpost •

Hi! I'm Rubinaito (he/him), you can call me Rubin. I like to draw, ramble about my hyperfixations, create AUs, and write fanfics.

I have a dedicated blog for my personal The Arcana content at @arcanarubinaito! Please check it out :)

I've got multiple interests but the here are the top things you'll see me posting about right now.

The Arcana (#the arcana)

Voltron: Legendary Defender (#voltron)

My puppy, Aster!! (#aster the puppy)

I don’t really have any DNI’s. However! I understand some of my personal interests might fall under some DNI lists so please read the following.

I DO enjoy:

🖋️💜 All Fandoms 💜✒️

OC content in general

Analysis on characters, flaws and all

LGBTQ+ Media

Whump/Angst Content (will always have a TW tag attached)

Media Rewrites/AUs

Trans Positive Content

🔮✨ The Arcana ✨🔮

Muriel, literally my husband ❤️

Villain Lucio (want to study him under a microscope)

⚡️🛡️Voltron: Legendary Defender🛡️⚡️

Klance!

Shiro, my beloved ❤️

Pidge (I project so hard onto them it’s not even funny.)

Literally all the characters tho

S1 and S2 were my favorites

Trans/Gender Fluid/GNC Pidge supremacy!

I think Allura x Lance is cute ngl

Lotor 👏 Deserved 👏 Better (let my son have a ATLA Zuko style redemption arc!)

I do NOT enjoy:

🖋️💜 All Fandoms 💜✒️

Anti LGBTQ+ content

Bigotry and racism

Really, all the negative -isms are on the list

Pointless drama

Actively harming others for liking content you don’t. (DNI lists and boundaries don’t fall under this.)

I’ll add to this list if I can think of anything in particular for the specific fandoms I’m in.

Thank you for reading through this! 💞

#masterpost

[actress4him]

oooo i LOVE your whump, can i please suggest maybe keith for the concussion square? perhaps he and the team are trying to complete a mission but they can’t get back to the castle until the mission is over? (or if thats too complicated maybe a lonely keith dealing w a concussion in the desert) again live your stuff ^^

@badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Square: Concussion

Also fulfills: Whumpay Day 10, “I Can Still Fight”

Warnings: head injury, temporary memory loss, mild blood, death mention

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Being slammed into the wall isn’t anything new. It happens fairly regularly, really, which is something he should probably be more concerned about. But hey, he’s constantly fighting aliens that are easily twice his size. Getting thrown kinda comes with the territory.

Which is why, when the Galra he’s fighting tosses him like a ragdoll across the ship’s corridor and his head cracks against the metal surface, Keith isn’t shocked or surprised. His vision goes dark instantly, and when it comes back he’s slumped on the ground, the battle continuing around him. His temples are throbbing from the noise, and there’s an intense pain spreading from one particular point on the back of his skull.

That doesn’t really concern him, though. What does concern him is that he doesn’t remember being in the middle of a battle. He remembers…breakfast? Maybe? And maybe some training afterward. Yeah, he and Shiro had fought one-on-one after breakfast. But now he seems to be on a Galra ship, surrounded by both live Galra soldiers and sentries, and the team is…somewhere nearby, he assumes. They’re not yelling at him in his comms, so that’s a plus.

Oh wait. His comms. Keith pushes away from the wall and sits up, the pain flaring in his head as he does so and the corridor spinning around him. Gritting his teeth, he reaches a hand up tentatively and prods at the worst spot on the back of his head. His gloves come away sticky and wet.

What was he thinking about, again?

A flash of red a few feet away catches his attention. He squints at it, trying to bring it into focus. It’s a helmet, he thinks. His helmet? Yeah, maybe it’s his helmet. He does wear red, after all. Red like his Lion. Like the big, metal, alien spaceship robot Lion that lives in his head now. Crazy. He’s pretty sure she’s trying to say something to him right now, actually, but all he’s getting is flashes of warmth.

A sentry’s sword swings by his head far too close for comfort. Keith jolts backwards, regretting it immensely when the whole spinning and pain thing happens again. Right, the battle. The one he doesn’t remember starting, but should probably work on finishing. Otherwise somebody is probably going to kill him, and Shiro will shoot him if he dies.

Heh. That’d be pretty pointless.

Somehow he gets himself to his feet, swaying slightly, putting one hand on the wall to make sure he doesn’t fall right back down to where he just came from. He feels like something is missing, though. Somewhere, he’s got a…uh… Muscle memory leads him to flex his hand and summon his sword. Sword? Yeah, it’s a sword. It’s also a weird word, a…bayard, that’s it. The word always plays in his mind in Allura’s dialect. Bayaaaard. It’s funny, saying it like that. He snickers a little before remembering that he’s supposed to be actually using the bayard.

That’s easier said than done, though. His arms feel really heavy, like maybe somebody put weights in his armor or something. Probably Lance. When he finally manages to lift the sword and swing it at the nearest sentry, he misses completely. Which is weird, because he was almost positive he saw it go through the robot’s torso. Maybe…yeah, he’s definitely seeing double. Or…triple? Quadruple? It’s really hard to tell, there’s sentries and guards everywhere and it’s almost impossible to pick out which ones are real.

Oh, well. Keith dives into the crowd with all of his usual gusto and none of his usual coordination, swinging wildly. Eventually his sword actually makes contact with something, and he turns to stab it, nearly falling over but righting himself at the last second.

His head really hurts.

“Hey! McMullet! There you are.” Lance appears out of nowhere. Like, poof, there he is. Except there are two of him, too, just like the sentries, and that is not what Keith needs in his life. One Lance is quite enough, thank you.

“We’ve been calling you on the comms and you weren’t answering.” Both the Lances lift their rifles and fire at some distant target. “Guess that’s because you don’t even have your helmet on.”

Oh yeah. His helmet. That was a thing that he’d been thinking about earlier. It’s…on the ground somewhere? He should probably really have it on. But when he spins around to try and figure out which direction it was in, he just gets super dizzy again.

“Hello, are you even listening to me? Why aren’t you wearing your helmet, Mullet?”

A fist knocks against the side of his head. It isn’t hard, but it’s enough to make his vision white out with pain. He might even scream, he’s not sure. He does know that the floor he finds himself staring at while one hand clutches his throbbing head is looking more and more appealing.

“Whoa. Dude. Are you okay?” Lance has his back to him, shooting out into the crowd of enemies, but he glances back over his shoulder at Keith with eyebrows knit together.

Yeah. Of course he’s okay. He’s fine, he just needs Lance to keep his freaking hands to himself. “Don’ do tha’. Tha’s…’s not cool.”

“Yeah. Okay. Something is definitely wrong with you, we need to get you to Shiro.”

“No!” The exclamation sends pain stabbing though his head again, and he winces, pressing his fingertips into his forehead. “Nope. Don’…don’ need t’ get Sh’ro. Need t’ fight.”

“Keithy, somehow I think fighting is the last thing you need to be doing right now.”

Like he has a choice. They’re kinda surrounded by Galra, what does Lance expect him to do, lie down and take a nap? Even though that does sound very, very nice…

“Stop it.” Keith scowls, pointing a finger at one Lance’s face, then the other. He isn’t sure which one is actually the real one. “Both…both o’ you. Stop…tellin’ me what t’ do.”

Both the Lances’ eyebrows shoot up toward their hairlines. He looks funny like that. Keith smiles, but slaps a hand over his mouth to hide it.

“Yeah. Alright. You’re not okay, and there’s no way I’m letting you keep -”

A sword swings over his head mid-sentence, his last second duck the only thing saving him from being decapitated. “Quiznak!” Stumbling backwards, he grabs Keith’s arm and drags him back, too. The abrupt movement sends both his head and stomach spinning, and he groans loudly.

“Geez, why’d you have to be so big?”

Keith squints up at the giant, towering Galra. “Why’d there have t’ be two?”

“Keith, for Pete’s sake there’s not…never mind, just…don’t die.”

He isn’t paying attention to Lance anymore. His focus is on the soldier - soldiers? - attacking them. Lance is a long-range fighter, a good one, but he’s out of his element right now. That means this fight is mainly up to Keith, headache and dizziness or not.

Each strike of his sword against the Galra’s weapon sends waves of pain through his body. He’s fading fast, and he knows it, vision wavering in and out so that he barely sees the hits coming for him before they connect. The headache is intensifying to the point where he feels like his skull might just explode right there.

Then suddenly, he’s on the ground, staring up at the ceiling, wondering how he got there. The Galra appears over him, grinning, ready to run him through, and Keith wants to move, he really really does, but his body just…lies there, frozen. His thoughts freeze, too. Everything seems to move in slow motion, the sword coming down toward him…then the Galra jerking backwards, stumbling, and falling out of sight.

Lance. He must have found higher ground, and taken the soldier out with his rifle. Reliable, just like always.

He almost died.

For some reason that’s hilarious to him right now. He almost died, again, for the millionth time. Keith is still on the floor in the corridor of a purple cat alien’s spaceship in the middle of outer space, but now instead of being frozen, he’s cracking up. A full-on belly laugh that hurts his head as bad as fighting had, but he can’t stop. Tears are rolling down his cheeks.

“See what I mean, Shiro? Either he’s dying or somebody did some kind of alien body-swap on him. Look at him, he’s laughing! In the middle of a battle! That’s…that’s not Keith.”

Shiro’s face leans into his vision, a look on his face that’s a mixture of concern and amusement. “Hey, kiddo. What’s going on?”

Keith stops laughing long enough to stare at the white bangs that fall over Shiro’s forehead. “Y’re…turnin’ into an old man, tha’s what.” He snickers again.

“Right, right. I hear ya.” Shiro leans in closer, flipping on the blue lights of his armor, eyes darting back and forth across Keith’s face. “Yep, you definitely have a concussion. Your pupils are way off.”

“Yay,” Keith cheers quietly, sarcastically. “Love co’cussions. This makes…mmm…five? Six? I dunno, i’s hard to keep coun’ when everythin’s spinnin’ ‘round.”

“I’m sure it is. You’ve really gotta stop hitting your head so much, though.” Shiro slides his hand gently underneath Keith’s head, cradling it as he helps lift him to his feet and giving him time for the room to stop spinning before attempting to move him anymore.

“M’ head really hurts, Sh’ro,” he mumbles after a moment.

“I know it does, bud. I know. Let’s get you back to the Castle and get that fixed, okay?”

“‘Kay.”

#whumpay2022 #no.10 #I can still fight #bad things happen bingo #badthingshappenbingo #concussion #voltron: legendary defender #head injury tw #memory loss tw #mild blood tw #death mention tw #voltron whump #hurt keith #keith whump #voltron fanfiction #vld fanfic