Voltron Whump Week

Chapters: 2/7 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Shiro (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron) Additional Tags: Slight hint at Sheith, But easily ignorable, possibly graphic violence, I’m hurting my babies, WhumpWeek2k17 Series: Part 1 of Voltron Weeks! Summary:

Rating: Gen 

Summary:  The Castle’s malfunctioned again, leaving an injured Paladin a little worse for wear.

Excerpt:

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron) Additional Tags: Songfic, Sad Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Some Spoilers, This is basically a getting together Klance story, With a very tragic ending, mostly Lance POV, Shiro is not a clone in here, #voltronwhumpweek2017 Summary:

Pick a star on the dark horizon And follow the light You’ll come back, when it’s over No need to say goodbye

Keith, my sworn rival, my friend, my crush, my lover, my husband, my agony… my star. I love you.

Pidge barely makes it back to the castle, and Hunk can’t help but feel responsible.

Fic finished up for Voltron Whump Week!  Maybe there’ll be more chapters, maybe there won’t? Either way, I’m putting my attention back onto this world is a whirlwind before that happens.

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There’s a lump forming in Hunk’s throat. God, he thinks, she looks so small. It’s never easy seeing his teammates injured, but he doesn’t think he can handle this. Pidge is dwarfed by the chamber, more so in her current condition. Her pained expression is so foreign on her face, the med bay suit she’s dressed in looks all wrong, and-

“This… this is definitely the worst time,” Hunk says, turning away. He can’t look anymore; this isn’t a reality he’s ready to face yet. Or ever.

He sees Lance tip his head back in his chair, trying not to think about the tube sticking out of his arm, collecting more blood than was probably safe. “Yeah,” Lance says, “this uh… this doesn’t feel right.”

Lance & Allura sick!edition

sick!Lance:

Lance is one of those people who’s still really cheerful when sick- he prefers being in the company of others to waiting it out alone, he’s not super embarrassed about symptoms and can laugh about being slightly gross etc. So he’ll happily visit Allura’s room and be all sniffly, still wanting to do her hair and so on (the styles get fantastically complicated when he’s stressed but very romantic/flowy when he’s not feeling well). Allura sometimes makes him wear a pair of her socks to keep warm, or she’ll make them both a whole bunch of tea when Lance has been talking non-stop for hours and then can’t stop coughing/spluttering (he’ll do that watery-eyed no-no-I’m-totally-fine handflail and keep trying to chit-chat even then).

Allura’s also figured out that Lance really appreciates small gestures of affection when under the weather (hugs, pats on the back), so though he doesn’t always ask for them, she’ll pull his legs over hers if they’re watching a film, or gently massage his temples or the bridge of his nose if his sinus is aching from being stuffed-up. If the cold isn’t too bad Lance won’t want Allura to worry about it (or genuinely doesn’t think there’s anything to worry about), and he’ll sometimes make his sneeze fit of 4-5 sound more high-pitched/vocalised at the end to make her laugh, or bless himself in a comical way if it accidentally takes him by surprise. Though Lance notoriously gets in trouble for not-covering, he does make an effort if he’s cuddled-up under Allura’s blankets, generally by pulling-up his shirt in whatever way he can.

Allura doesn’t mind Lance crashing out in her bed when he’s ill, he kicks/fidgets a lot but sleeps better when she’s there, and Allura needs far less sleep than him anyway. If he has a fever he’ll wake up a few times (Lance loves hearing these stories in the morning, he’ll make the most cryptic statements which Allura will spend vargas trying to decipher, only for Lance to later be like- ohhhyeah! I read that in a christmas cracker once!), but when he does wake up, Allura will get him to drink some water or blow his nose and then quietly tell him things about Altea until his shivering gets a bit better and he falls back to sleep in her lap.

sick!Allura:

Aside from occasional exhaustion from piloting the castle through untold dimensions of time and space, Allura hardly ever gets sick. When she does she’s both practical and stoic about it, and is often caught between knowing she needs rest to get better (to help the team), and knowing that isn’t always possible, because the team needs all hands on deck. Allura doesn’t exhibit symptoms as obviously as the human paladins, which often means they don’t notice a mild/moderate cold. But Lance always notices. Allura will seem slightly quieter, take longer to decide on something, or second-guess her decision when she does. She’ll also smile more, in that firm, reassuring way that honestly is really reassuring, but that Lance has come to realise means she’s trying hard to be strong about something. Allura sometimes feels that she worries Coran enough, and though Lance strongly disagrees and knows Coran would too, he doesn’t make her self-conscious by drawing attention to every sniffle. Instead, he’ll try and catch her alone and ask if she’s okay. Lance knows the answer is always going to be yes, but he still wants Allura to know he’s there for her too.

“Some ancient call, that I’ve answered before.

It lives in my walls, and it’s under the floor.

If this was meant for me, why does it hurt so much?

And if you’re not made for me, why did we fall in love?”

-Fear of Water, by SYML

@voltronwhumpweek2017

Got inspired for some more langsty lance whump by this song, check it out! ( https://youtu.be/2wbw6-jx6NU )

Created for Voltron Whump Week

Prompt: Day 8- FREE day (Intoxicated)

Summary: Lance was having a good night. Then the next thing he knows, he’s lost in the woods, slightly intoxicated and bleeding.

Notes: So humorous whump? Kind of. This one definitely has a much lighter tone. I think I needed the change in tone after a week of all the damage I did to the team. Anyway, prompt came from a friend. Sorry, I don’t think I did it justice. Warnings for so much vomiting, underage drinking, intoxication, blood and injury.

A Sky of Stars

It was a celebration. The first one they’d had in a while. They had successfully freed a planet from the Galra and the team had been invited to take part in the party. The food was amazing. The inhabitants were incredibly friendly and, according to Lance, the ladies were absolutely beautiful.

The people of this planet were known as the Dorveen. Their skin was a gentle brown and the hair on their heads was a shining silver. They were very tall and thin, much like the trees that completely covered this world.

The celebration was in the huge lodge that sat at the edge of the main city. Everyone seemed to be there and it was absolutely packed.

A continuation fanfic to Muzzle 

Please don’t tag as ship

Warnings for blood, vomit, panic attacks, and PTSD

“Should we wake him up?” Hunk whispered anxiously. “He needs to eat something soon.”

“Let’s give him a little more time. He could use the rest,” Shiro replied softly. 

The gathered paladins’ eyes fell on Keith’s huddled form. He was limp with exhaustion, even his breathing sounding tired and heavy. His thin body was motionless except for the occasional agitated twitch. 

The time stretched by. Hunk and Pidge eventually left the room to start some soup. Shiro and Lance remained by Keith’s bedside in silence.  Allura looked in on them frequently, but she never stayed for long. It was hard to see so much worry and suffering. 

Finally Keith stirred. His bleary eyes opened slowly to the dim blue lighting of his room. Lance and Shiro leaned in, their faces anxious. 

“Hey Keith. How are you feeling?” Shiro greeted quietly. 

“Hungry,” Keith rasped.

“Hunk and Pidge are making some food. I’ll go tell them you’re up,” Lance replied, getting up and slipping out of the room. 

“Let’s sit you up. It’ll be hard to eat soup lying down,” Shiro said, his hands slipping beneath Keith’s neck and back. Keith tensed at the touch, but allowed himself to be pulled upright. This simple movement seemed to take what little energy he had regained. He closed his eyes and coughed weakly. 

After a few moments he settled back against the wall. His eyes opened once again when Hunk, Lance, Pidge, Allura, and Coran re-entered the small room. They greeted him in quiet voices, settling themselves around his bed. Keith managed a small smile at the sight of them. 

Hunk stepped forward and placed a warm bowl of soup in his hands. 

“It’s not the best I’ve ever made,” he said nervously, handing Keith a spoon. “I was going for a chicken noodle soup substitute but ran out of noodles. But I did add some nice spices so-”

He cut off in surprise. Keith was practically inhaling the soup. The spoon lay forgotten as he raised the bowl to his lips and drank the hot liquid thirstily. Some of the golden broth ran over his chin. He ate desperately fast, clutching the bowl like it might be taken from him.

“I think he likes it,” Lance laughed nervously. They all watched he swallowed the last dregs of the soup. Keith finally stopped and took a breath. He immediately began to cough furiously. His thin body trembled as his lungs and throat rebelled against the warm soup. 

As quickly as it had begun, the deep rattling coughs stopped. Keith looked around, panic building in his eyes as a hiccup escaped his throat. Pidge seemed to know what was coming. She lunged toward the room’s garbage can and passed it hurriedly to Keith. He leaned over it, gagging painfully. Shiro took the empty soup bowl and began to rub Keith’s back.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Just get it up,” he said with a calm he didn’t feel. 

Keith shuddered, saliva dripping from his mouth. The soup he had just eaten quickly followed. His trembling body expelled the desperately needed food in painful heaves. The bitter smell of vomit filled the room. Lance quickly opened the door to let fresh air in. Shiro continued to rub Keith’s back, muttering a steady stream of comforting words. Keith continued to heave long after his stomach had emptied. The movement sent his already weak body into bouts of uncontrollable shivering. 

After what seemed like an eternity he slumped back against the pillows, body covered in a cold sweat. The gathered paladins all let out a breath they had been unaware they had been holding. 

“You’re going to need some water Keith. Don’t want to get dehydrated,” Coran announced, breaking the awful silence.

“I’ll go get another bucket,” Hunk suggested sadly. He took the empty soup bowl from Shiro and followed Coran out of the room.

Keith didn’t watch them leave. His gaze was locked on the trashcan still clutched in his hands. He sniffed miserably, looking at the rejected food. 

“Sorry,” he croaked. 

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Allura reassured him, stepping closer. 

“Yeah, we shouldn’t have gone so fast,” Lance agreed. 

Keith’s lip trembled.

“I’m hungry.”

“It’s okay. We can try again later,” Shiro assured him, continuing his steadying backrub. 

Coran and Hunk returned shortly. Shiro helped Keith drink the glass of water Coran had brought, only giving it to him in small sips. He managed to keep it down this time, though he did succumb to a few more coughing fits. Once the glass was drained, Keith collapsed back into his pillows. His eyes fluttered open and closed as he tried to relax. 

“I’ll look after him,” Shiro whispered the group. “You should all get some sleep.”

They trickled out of the room in silence. Soon it was just Keith and Shiro in the semi darkness. Once they were alone, Keith’s eyes opened tiredly. 

“Hey. We should get you cleaned up,” Shiro suggested gently. Keith looked up at him, exhaustion haunting his pale face. 

“Come on. You’ll feel better,” he promised. “Do you think you can walk?”

Keith shook his head. 

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

He lifted the smaller boy easily out of his bed and into the room’s small bathroom. He helped Keith undress, trying not to focus on how thin and bruised he was. Warm steam filled the room as he helped Keith get into the shower. Supporting Keith with one arm, Shiro worked shampoo into his hair with the other. Snarls and matted clumps met his massaging fingers. 

Keith faded in and out of sleep the whole time. He didn’t seem to notice the water sprinkling his scarred face, nor did he seem embarrassed as Shiro helped him wash up. 

Soon he was settled back into bed in clean clothes, a fresh glass of water and a bucket close at hand. 

“Told you you’d feel better,” Shiro said quietly, pulling a blanket up to his chest. 

Keith’s nodded sleepily. Shiro pulled up one of the blankets left behind by the paladins and settled himself next to the bed. Just as he felt himself slipping into sleep he heard Keith’s quiet voice. 

“Shiro?”

“Yeah? What do you need?” 

There was a long silence. Perhaps he was just checking that his guardian was still there. But then,

“Why did you leave me there for so long?”

Shiro felt his heart break at the hurt in Keith’s damaged voice. He didn’t want to talk about this. It was all too raw, too fresh in his mind. But Keith had asked. He felt like he had been abandoned and needed to know. Shiro took a deep steadying breath and began. 

“Do you remember the prison transport mission?”

“Mostly.”

“We had all split up to open the cells across the ship. It was a simple mission. Things were going smoothly. But something went wrong with your radio. We lost contact,” Shiro explained, trying to keep his voice steady. 

“Pidge and I went to go find you. But the Galra called reinforcements while we were looking. There were too many. We had to go get our lions or else we… we would have been captured. Red wasn’t responding. We pulled her back to the castle before the Galra could get to her. But while we were gone they… they went to warp speed.”

Shiro squeezed his eyes shut and leaned his head against the wall. He had replayed this scenario over and over every day since Keith had gone missing. He knew every moment by heart. 

“We lost you. There was no signal on where the ship went. We tried to follow but it just disappeared.”

He didn’t mention what had happened to the team. The way Pidge worked herself to tears to find any sort of clue. The way Lance had withdrawn from everybody, silently blaming himself. The way he often found Hunk wandering aimlessly down the hallways, looking as lost as he felt. 

“After a couple of days, Red reactivated. She just took off to find you. We all followed her. She lead us to a secret Galra outpost. But it was hidden. They were using a space time pocket like Ulaz’s communication outpost. But it was more… advanced. We got through and got you out but.. the time was… it… we only lost you for a couple of days! But according to the ship’s log you had been there for months.”

Shiro thought back to the horror of finding Keith. The shock of realizing how much time had passed for him. It had seemed impossible that the terrified muzzled boy was the friend they had lost only days ago. 

“We never meant to leave you,” he swore. “I’m so… I’m so sorry Keith.”

Neither spoke again for the rest of the night. 

………………………………………………..

The paladins took it in turns to spend the night with Keith. At first Shiro insisted on staying, but they beat him down by pointing out that he needed rest too.  

Hunk volunteered first. He seemed encouraged by the fact that Keith had managed to keep down most of his meals, and was slowly regaining the color in his face. His friend was already sleeping lightly by the time Hunk checked in for the night. He made sure that there was a glass of water by his bed, then climbed into the cot they had brought in earlier. He was asleep in minutes, lulled by the soft even sounds of Keith’s breathing. 

The sound of much different breathing woke him up hours later. Hunk blinked blearily. Shallow panting breaths were coming from Keith in the darkness. A slight metallic smell met his nose. He got to his feet and flicked on the dim nightlights of the room. 

Keith was frantically clawing at his face. Bloody fingernails raked at the skin around his scar. His eyes were open, but he didn’t seem to see any of his surroundings. Hunk hurried to his side and tried to shake him awake. 

“Keith! Keith it’s okay! You need to stop; you’re hurting yourself,” he begged, prying Keith’s hands away from his face. But this seemed to make things worse. Keith fought against at Hunk’s touch, thrashing and flailing in bed. Hunk desperately fought to pin him down. Thankfully Keith was still pretty weak. He managed to hold him still against the bed. His body shook with tension but despite his obvious terror, he didn’t make a sound. His jaw was clenched and rigid. 

“Keith! You’re safe! You’re back in the castle remember?” Hunk reminded him. “You need to wake up!”

Keith’s wide crazed eyes fell on him. His jaw relaxed and the tension bled out of his limbs. He was panting nearly as hard as Hunk. Thick, sticky blood ran down his face in jagged tracks. 

“I had to get it off,” he whimpered. 

“Get what off?”

“Muzzle. There was no air. Couldn’t breathe!” 

Hunk pulled him into a tight embrace. 

“It’s okay. It’s gone. We won’t ever let it come back,” he promised. 

………………………………………………..

Lance was on duty the following night. They were all still shaken from hearing about Keith’s panic attack the other night. He only hoped it would be better tonight. 

Keith was sitting up when Lance entered the room. He ducked his head slightly, trying to cover his new face bandages with his hair. 

“You don’t need to stay with me,” he told Lance defensively. “I’m fine.” 

“I know,” Lance assured him, plopping down on the cot. “But I always sleep better when someone else is in the room. Is it okay if I stay?”

Keith nodded, seeming relieved that Lance hadn’t accepted his offer to leave. Neither of them fell asleep for a long time that night. They talked quietly for awhile. Lance brought him up to speed on the team’s activities. Thankfully the Galra hadn’t launched a large attack lately, so they were doing smaller missions while Keith got back on his feet. He told Keith about the aliens they had met, the cool things the paladins had done in battle, the planets they had visited. His quiet rambling voice finally nudged Keith off to sleep. 

Lance lay awake, watching his friend. The scars left by the muzzle were beginning to fade in small patches. He would always be marked by his captivity, but it was becoming less and less noticeable. 

After a few hours, Keith began to toss agitatedly in his sleep. Lance watched him warily. Thankfully Keith made no move to hurt himself. But small noises of distress began to escape from him. Lance sat up, watching him nervously. Should he wake him up? His fears begged him to, but his instinct told him to let Keith sleep it off. His heart gave a painful throb as he saw tears begin to slide down Keith’s tight face. He was having another nightmare. 

Lance couldn’t take it any more. He crouched down and shook Keith’s shoulder gently. Keith gasped, his eyes flying open. He cringed away from the touch, confused and disoriented. 

“It’s okay. It’s me,” Lance reassured him. “You were having a nightmare.”

Keith sat up in bed, his eyes clearing. He took a deep shuddering breath and drew his knees up to his chest. Lance hesitated, then sat tentatively next to him. 

“Sorry,” Keith muttered, wiping tears hurriedly from his face. 

“Don’t be. We all get nightmares sometimes.”

“Lance?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for staying with me.”

Lance smiled in the darkness, wrapping his arms around Keith in a protective hug. They sat like that for a long time. Long enough for Keith to truly feel what they had all been telling him.