@shiningstarofwinter said:

I’ve actually been roleplaying with Nari quite a bit on discord lately, getting further into her backstory and her relationship with Quinn…oh, and torturing her a bit, of course. So this came at a good time (even though as usual it took me forever to get around to writing it!)

Universe: Querencia

Warnings: lady whumpee (ish? More angst than whump), nightmare, fire

Timeline notes: this can take place anytime post- The Warehouse Incident.

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Weapons flash by her head, so fast she can’t even tell what they are. She dodges, left, then right, barely missing being hit every time.

Then there’s fire, and it’s everywhere, inescapable. Crying out, she throws her arms over her head, but it doesn’t keep the flames from singeing her skin.

She drops to the ground, panting, darkness suddenly falling all around her. It’s too quiet. She knows the villains are still out there, knows they’re going to strike again at any second. And she’s helpless, she…she doesn’t know why, but her power isn’t working. She can’t find anything to throw, can’t make her magic reach out and grab anything.

Bonus Whumptober Content Part 2

Original Whumptober fic here

Bonus Content Part 1 here

Find it all on AO3 here

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Thanks for all of the support on the last chapter! I appreciate each and every one of the likes and reblogs and follows I’ve gotten.

Tagging @outtacommission again because Keith would not have been resurrected from the dead without his bribery.

Here is chapter 3 of this fic... see you next week for the conclusion!

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Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: referenced amputation, blood mention, referenced broken bones, self-esteem issues, suicide ideation, death mention, nightmares, abandonment issues

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When he woke again, he was lying back down on the pillow, staring up at the blank white ceiling. For one, blissful moment, he didn’t remember the events leading up to him passing out again. But it all came crashing down on him an instant later, taking his breath away.

My leg.

My leg, my leg.

My arm, my face, my leg.

“Keith?” Shiro’s voice was quiet, tentative. Not like him. “Are you awake?”

He wanted to roll over on his side and ignore him. Close his eyes, maybe go back to sleep, pretend that the world and this nightmare didn’t exist for a little while longer. The only reason he refrained was because he wasn’t sure if his stupid, wrecked body could actually manage it.

“What did you do to me?” It was only a whisper, and as slurred as it was, he wouldn’t have been surprised if it was impossible to understand.

Shiro’s breath hitched audibly. If Keith had been looking at his face, he was sure he wouldn’t like the anguished expression that he would see there. But at that moment, he didn’t have the capacity to care.