FINALLY finished writing something! Writer’s block has been a doozy lately, but every once in a while I got enough inspiration to add a few more sentences to this until it was done.

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, selectively mute character, broken ribs, aftermath of torture, self-loathing, flashbacks, stalker behavior

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It’s dinner time before she manages to coax herself out of the bed. She wouldn’t have emerged at all had she not needed the bathroom, and wasn’t worried about Janaysia getting on her case for not eating. Her body has grown stiff with the lack of motion, and she bites off several whimpers and groans as she levers herself upright. 

Acting normal in front of the others is not going to be easy.

Leaving the safety of her room is daunting, but she forces herself to unlock the door and peek out into the hall. There are smells and sounds of dinner coming from the kitchen, but no one nearby to see her, so she takes her time getting to the bathroom, letting her body adjust to being in motion again. By the time she comes back out, she’s fixed her posture and gait and psyched herself up for interacting.

Whumpay Day 19 -

Hope | Despair

I will admit that this one only barely meets the prompt. I really wanted to write a second part of this story, started on Day 12, but I needed this transition piece before I could get to the part that made sense for a later prompt. So I found somewhere to stick this. Ha.

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee (no whumper), broken bones, burns, stab wounds, gunshot wounds, blood, self-esteem issues, fear of abandonment

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It’s a good thing for Healer that the team is good at their jobs. They don’t get hurt very often. Some people in her position might feel useless, but she breathes a heavy, hidden sigh of relief every time they come out of a fight unscathed, for more reasons than one. 

Lately, though, luck hasn’t been on their side. A couple of weeks after Leader was stabbed, Hero B broke her ankle. A few days later, Hero A had his side burned by Henchman D’s fire powers. 

The same side where Healer is still recovering from the stab wound. 

She’s been hiding in her quarters a lot since then. It’s hard to move around properly when her skin feels pulled tight across her body, when it’s agony every time she shifts the wrong way. The others shoot her looks of concern whenever she does make an appearance, but they still think she’s just been overusing her magic. 

She hopes they don’t decide that she’s too weak. As painful as this role is, she’s grown attached to this feeling of having a home, a family of sorts.

Bonus Whumptober Content Part 3

Original fic

Bonus Part 1

Bonus Part 2

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This chapter marks the end of the bonus continuation. @outtacommission , I hope it has been everything you wished for! Thank you guys for the support! Enjoy this last chapter!

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Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: referenced loss of limb, prosthetics, self-esteem issues, abandonment issues, references to therapy

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“Okay, this is definitely gonna feel weird. But let us know if it starts actually hurting, okay? We’ll stop and figure out why.”

Keith nodded, his lips pressed together. He was having a hard time coming up with words, at least ones that could escape the swirl of his mind and make it onto his tongue. They got lost somewhere in the vicinity of his throat, creating a lump that made it difficult to swallow.

“Ready?” Pidge held up the prosthetic. She was obviously excited, and he couldn’t blame her. She had been heading the research and design on this thing for weeks, and now her hard work was about to culminate with this fitting. But at the same time, he could tell that she was holding back, trying not to be too overly enthusiastic, knowing how apprehensive he was. 

This was it. He was getting a leg. He didn’t expect much, had told himself over and over again not to expect much. But there was still a part of him that hoped, irrationally, stupidly, that this would be a miraculous moment when he’d suddenly be able to walk perfectly well, run and fight even, without having to work at it. That all of his dread about being alone would prove to be for nothing, and he’d be able to stay. 

He wanted so badly to stay.

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.

Whumptober 2020 - Day 31

This is it! The very last post of Whumptober, and the long-awaited sequel to Day 8! If you're brand new to this whump party and haven't read it yet, you'll want to go back and do so before diving into this monstrosity. And when I say monstrosity I mean, it's looooooong. I wanted to do it justice and give you guys the ending you deserve, which...I'm hoping I pulled off. I'm not used to posting stuff so soon after writing it, without re-reading and editing over a period of time! Anyway, it wasn't one that I could easily just say, oh and they rescued him and put him in a pod and they lived happily ever after, because there was a whole bunch of emotional stuff everyone had to deal with, too. Thus the length, and the postponing of this post so I could actually finish it. 

That said, this is actually more angst than it is whump, but hopefully there's enough whump to satisfy and hopefully it's a satisfying way to end the month. Enjoy!

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Day 31 (No. 29 and Alt. 7)  - Reluctant Bedrest/Found Family

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: fantastic racism, self-hatred, death mention, blood, referenced animal attack, fever, infection, hallucinations, needles, panic attacks, suicide ideation

It had been nearly a week since they abandoned Keith. Discarded him, like garbage. Dropped him off on some deserted planet like some people back on Earth used to drop off animals that they didn’t want to have to take care of. 

Shiro had always hated those people. Now he was one of them.

Except worse, because this wasn’t a puppy they had dumped on the side of the road, this was a hu-...okay, well only partly a human being, but a person, nonetheless. The person that he had seen as the little brother he never had for the past several years that he had known him. The person that he had sworn, even if only internally, to look after, always.

And sure, it wasn’t like it was his idea, but he had still let it happen. Yeah, if he had tried to fight it, Allura probably would have locked him in his room and done it without him. But he should have fought anyway. He should have let them drag him away like they had Keith that day they found out he was part Galra. Maybe they would have thrown him in a cell, too. Maybe then he’d actually be able to look at himself in the mirror now.

They wouldn’t have, though. He was human. He was trustworthy.

So trustworthy that he had turned his back on his brother, all for the sake of Voltron and the universe. 

Whumptober 2020 - Day 8

Today is our first strictly emotional whump day...only a couple of brief, non-graphic mentions of an already existing injury. Also, today’s fic is really freakin’ sad. Like, I almost made myself cry. So, sorry ahead of time.

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Day 8 - Abandoned/Isolation

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: fantastic racism, not really suicide ideation but kinda?, abandonment, solitary confinement, disassociation, imprisonment, foster home mention, self-loathing, restraints, unflattering depiction of everyone except Keith and sorta Shiro, ambiguous ending

“I’m...part Galra.”

“I...I’m sorry, what?”

Keith ducked his head and cut his eyes to the side to avoid looking at Allura. “The knife I got from my mom. It’s...something that every Blade carries. And the only way to activate one is to...have Galra blood.”

“And you activated yours?”

His eyes darted up to Coran’s unreadable expression and back down again. “Yes.”