IcyPanther

AO3 | Ko-Fi | Patreon | Fanart Writer | 37 yoa | She/her Author of: As Color Fades Away, The Purity of Sin and 300+ more VLD fics

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Read more of IcyPanther’s Works on Patreon! ♥

If you’re a fan of my Voltron: Legendary Defender works did you know you can find a bonus 550,000+ words of content -- whump and angst and comfort and found family galore -- not posted on my Archive of Our Own account? 

My Patreon is officially finished, which means I am no longer posting any more content in any capacity to that platform. To those looking to read fanfiction that is posted there, please read the following carefully.

To Read Patreon Exclusive Works

You can find a full list including summaries of these works here.

Option One: You can subscribe to the Hot Chocolate tier that will gain you access to the entire Patreon exclusive works archive. As per the policies of my Patreon, no content is to ever be removed, downloaded or saved offsite so by subscribing to this tier you will have access to the works so long as your subscription remains active to my Patreon. FYI subscriptions renew monthly.

Option Two: You can visit the Shop Section of my Patreon to purchase individual collections of works. The collections are self-explanatory as to what fanfictions are in each one. This is a one-time fee that while again per the policies of my page in which content cannot be removed, downloaded or shared, you will retain permanent access to that collection on the Patreon website.

For quick reference, this archive includes:

Your Biggest Fan (70,000 word chaptered fic)

Bottled Ocean (250,0000 word chaptered fic)

27 Fic of the Month Fics (on average 5,000 words each)

16 Whumptober stories (on average 1,500 words each)

22 additional exclusive stories (between 1,000 - 2,500 words each)

36 snippet fanfictions (~100-150 words each)

Langst Zine Exclusive Fic Caged Nightmare (5,000 words)

Additional Unpublished IcyPanther Fanfictions

These are additional works published on Patreon that can be purchased individually for reader access.

It's Not Personal (It Isn't) (5.6k)

Summary: “I wish to see you prove to me, Black Paladin Keith, half-Galran, if you are what Voltron has proclaimed itself to be,” the king spoke. “You will remain here and join in our alliance discussions. However, out of respect to my queen and my people, I must insist that you are cleansed of your Galran stench that reeks of death and darkness.”

Or; A budding Voltron alliance goes sideways when the aliens take literal offense to Keith’s presence. Keith agrees to their request of a bath in the best attempt to smooth things over, but embarrassment turns to shame when he’s treated as something instead of someone and now the heritage he’s still trying to come to terms with is forcibly on display for all to see.

A Good Hurt (5.1k)

Summary: The mission was simple: Keith would go undercover in the fighting ring that was specifically seeking Galrans courtesy of Shiro and Lance acting as slave traders, who would then infiltrate using Keith as their bait and decoy. Keith knew it would be violent — the event was being billed as ‘Bloodbath’ — but he felt confident in his abilities to hold his own. Except what he discovers after making it inside is the call for Galrans wasn’t to watch them fight. It’s to watch them be tortured.

Raindrops On a Window Pane (5.9k)

Summary: Keith knows he has a lot to learn about being a good leader and one thing he really needs to learn about is the newest member of Team Voltron. Allura is still a princess but she’s a Paladin now too and Keith has to figure out how her skillset will integrate with the team, particularly on the mission side. But what starts off as a friendly test of skills goes sideways as besides learning about his teammate Keith learns that some of the abuse he suffered in the foster system isn’t quite as buried as he thought.

Crimson Shard (6k)

Summary: The trip outside the Garrison was equal parts research project for Shiro’s new prosthetic arm and a brief escape from the responsibilities and duties Shiro has had thrust upon him since returning to Earth and he’s beyond grateful to Matt and Pidge for instigating both. He’s not looking forward to having to go back to meetings and he’d do almost anything to put it off.

But not… not this. 

Not their vehicle striking a hidden landmine. Not Matt being violently ejected out the front window. Not the blood splattered and shattered glass covered ground. Not Shiro pinned, Pidge trapped and Matt lying so so still. 

_____ Guy (ATLA) (5k)

Summary: Supply shopping was all things considered boring, but it at least it allowed Sokka to feel useful after weeks of feeling like the fourth wheel in Team Avatar. The simple errand turns sideways though when Sokka is targeted by a set of slave travers who know they’ll have a buyer for the exotic “Water Tribe savage.”

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This is the whole reason why I wandered on to Tumblr yesterday before I got distracted by the anonymous asks (one a welcome surprise, one not so much). Do you think my Wordle is trying to tell me something? 🤔😂

(Is this my sign to try to start writing my season 8 fix it fic again?)

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I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been this disappointed in someone. I’ve been going through a rough time and just wanted to read something comforting and your fanfics were always that for me. But when I checked my bookmarks, everything was gone from your profile except an unfinished Kpop Demon Hunters story. I know you said you quit writing fanfiction, but seriously what the hell? You just deleted everything? It honestly feels like some kind of move to push people onto your Patreon to read them there and that is disgusting. This was really selfish of you. I doubt you’ll even reply, but I honestly hope this at least makes you feel a little bad about what you did because I feel even worse.

And to my comment on the other anonymous ask I just answered, damn 🤯 This ask came in almost 2 weeks ago and given the lack of a follow up I am assuming whoever you are you did not in fact discover my works are still intact on my AO3 account and have been harboring an intense hatred towards me that is not only entirely undeserved but honestly really, really sad. This is not a kind thing to say to anyone, and even if I had chosen to delete or orphan my works this is still not acceptable. To be clear, all of my works are still accessible on my Archive of Our Own account, but per the note I left on my profile as of January 1, 2026, all completed works have been made private/locked to registered AO3 accounts only to help prevent spam/scam/troll comments as well as AI-theft. See the screenshot below:

All you need to do is login to your AO3 account to read them. There's also a number of older fanfictions still posted and accessible without an AO3 account on my old fanfiction.net profile, which I imagine should pop up with a quick Google search.

Also, the only works anyone can access on my Patreon account are Patreon exclusive works. Any work I had publicly published on AO3 is still there and the only stories on my Patreon that can be read are exclusive ones. So no, I am not trying to "push" people onto my Patreon. If you want to support the charities I list on my Patreon that funds go towards and purchase access to those fanfictions, fantastic, but those are the only stories that will ever be there. And honestly, I'm pretty heartbroken by the accusation. I give a lot, even still donating my Patreon earnings when I could really have used them for my surgery, and to be accused of being selfish is just... Wow.

I hope in the future before you make accusations like this you take an extra minute to do some research. Literally clicking onto my profile on AO3 (not the pseuds where the fanfiction summaries go) would have shown you the above screenshot and avoided all of this. I hope things get better for you, truly, as it sounds like you're going through a hard time, but in any case recognize that other people are also going through things and comments like this are only hurtful to everyone.

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Hey, no worries about responding to this or anything, just wanted to say I hope you're doing well and that everything is going great. A naive sentiment for life as it is probably, but one I wish anyway.

For every fic I've ever read in the vld fandom I'm sure yours have been the most predominant. I think you were the first author I'd ever followed myself, knowing that your works never failed to punch me in the gut. Your writing style is beautiful and the way you write whump always had me gasping - of course, all the found family is my favourite part (plus the fact that most, if not all your fics were gen and not a specific ship.) Thank you for everything. It's an honour to have been able to read (and re-read) all of it. I come back round to vld every once a year, and hope will always be one of my favourite fics to ever exist.

Always will be wishing you well. No idea if you still read the asks on this account, but there's never any harm to leaving these.

Thank you, thank you, thank you ♥️

Talk about a tale of two anonymous asks. I am responding to this one first (because it makes me happy 🩷🥹) and, well, y'all can see the second one that popped in too.

To your query, I pop into my Tumblr maybe every 2-3 weeks so while not super active in case anyone did reach out I will still do my best to respond while I'm still floating about. This was the sweetest message, so thank you for the kind words.

I am still recovering from surgery back in late January, but feeling better day by day. The world is kind of a shitty place so doing my best to stay positive and focus on things I can control and have really been enjoying my adult coloring books! Just something I do for me and only me and no pressure to make money or share them or anything and that has been nice. I hope you've been doing well too!

I'm so glad you've still been enjoying my works. I am a big nostalgia fan so I have a few books (and fanfictions) and movies I read/watch every year and I'm glad my works can bring you some joy.

Thank you again for the kind words and happy reading 🩷

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hi!! just wanted to ask whether or not the writing workships will be going ahead or not?? i havent heard anything in a while and the posts were all taken down :((

I had a response reblogged for a little while (but took it down last week actually 😅) but unfortunately there wasn't enough interest in the workshop for me to feasibly host it. Thank you so much for the interest though and I hope you can perhaps find a writing workshop or class that might work for you if you wanted to pursue one further!

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"This is the end. I am going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell."*

It's very bittersweet to have posted my final Voltron fanfiction yesterday. I had a few more I'd hoped to share, but sadly it’s just not feasible for me for my mental health. That said, I was able to post more than I had planned to and going out with a story full of my favorite things -- Hunk and Lance friendship, hurt Lance, protective Hunk, Shiro angst, Shiro and Lance bonding, and Shiro getting comfort -- is a hell of a way to end it 🧡 This last story, What You Deserve, also helped me to hit a few milestones including:

My 260th fanfic posted on AO3!

Posting 2.9 million words of stories on AO3 (and if I count the 550k of VLD fics on Patreon almost reaching 3.5 million!)

Posting for a total of 9 years (2017-2025) on AO3!

I am done posting and writing now barring getting the motivation to finish my KPDH fanfiction and maybe someday doubly finding motivation to finish my VLD s8/series fix-it fic for my own happy ending for this series that has meant so much to me and deserved a better end.

I'm including below a list of all the fanfictions I will not be publishing on AO3 that are available for purchase on my Patreon if you wanted to read them there (as well as the over 550k words of Patreon exclusive VLD works!).

Thank you to all who have been along for the journey. If you have a moment and want to send me off on a positive, warm note, it'd mean a lot to hear your thoughts in a comment on my final VLD fanfiction, What You Deserve!

Take care!

Unpublished IcyPanther Fanfictions Available on Patreon

It's Not Personal (It Isn't) (5.6k)

Summary: “I wish to see you prove to me, Black Paladin Keith, half-Galran, if you are what Voltron has proclaimed itself to be,” the king spoke. “You will remain here and join in our alliance discussions. However, out of respect to my queen and my people, I must insist that you are cleansed of your Galran stench that reeks of death and darkness.”

Or; A budding Voltron alliance goes sideways when the aliens take literal offense to Keith’s presence. Keith agrees to their request of a bath in the best attempt to smooth things over, but embarrassment turns to shame when he’s treated as something instead of someone and now the heritage he’s still trying to come to terms with is forcibly on display for all to see.

A Good Hurt (5.1k)

Summary: The mission was simple: Keith would go undercover in the fighting ring that was specifically seeking Galrans courtesy of Shiro and Lance acting as slave traders, who would then infiltrate using Keith as their bait and decoy. Keith knew it would be violent — the event was being billed as ‘Bloodbath’ — but he felt confident in his abilities to hold his own. Except what he discovers after making it inside is the call for Galrans wasn’t to watch them fight. It’s to watch them be tortured.

Raindrops On a Window Pane (5.9k)

Summary: Keith knows he has a lot to learn about being a good leader and one thing he really needs to learn about is the newest member of Team Voltron. Allura is still a princess but she’s a Paladin now too and Keith has to figure out how her skillset will integrate with the team, particularly on the mission side. But what starts off as a friendly test of skills goes sideways as besides learning about his teammate Keith learns that some of the abuse he suffered in the foster system isn’t quite as buried as he thought. 

Crimson Shard (6k)

Summary: The trip outside the Garrison was equal parts research project for Shiro’s new prosthetic arm and a brief escape from the responsibilities and duties Shiro has had thrust upon him since returning to Earth and he’s beyond grateful to Matt and Pidge for instigating both. He’s not looking forward to having to go back to meetings and he’d do almost anything to put it off.

But not… not this. 

Not their vehicle striking a hidden landmine. Not Matt being violently ejected out the front window. Not the blood splattered and shattered glass covered ground. Not Shiro pinned, Pidge trapped and Matt lying so so still. 

_____ Guy (ATLA) (5k)

Summary: Supply shopping was all things considered boring, but it at least it allowed Sokka to feel useful after weeks of feeling like the fourth wheel in Team Avatar. The simple errand turns sideways though when Sokka is targeted by a set of slave travers who know they’ll have a buyer for the exotic “Water Tribe savage.”

*Bilbo Baggins quote from The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring.

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If you'd like to make this birthday girl's day, I would love if you popped onto one of my stories and left a nice comment 😊I've published quite a few new fics (including one yesterday) that would love some TLC, and always love seeing comments on older fics too!

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Icy’s Halloween Horrors Fic List

Just a little something fun I thought I’d put together in honor of my second favorite holiday! The following are all fics of mine that have some sort of “darker, creepier” vibe that befits Halloween that could be just the thing to get you into the Halloween spirit!

Happy Halloween and happy reading! If you read and enjoy a fic it would mean a lot if you left a comment on the fic. Thank you! ♥

In the Name of Love

Summary: Lance just wanted to buy a flower. Instead he’s now the newest victim of a serial killer who has no plans to release him until he has served his purpose. Lance may be a Paladin but he’s got a higher calling in life now. And it starts with his death.

My comments: My number one creepy fic if I had to pick just one. It’s sort of Little Shop of Horrors meets IcyPanther meets Langst and it’s a beautiful, disturbing relationship until death do us part. Which, considering a plant is trying to eat us could be very soon indeed.

Sounds of Darkness

Summary: Lance couldn’t see. Or hear. Or move. The silent darkness was all encompassing and it was pressing in; choking him, drowning him, blinding him. He screamed but it was swallowed whole into the void of nothingness. Lance trembled, pain shaking his limbs, and faintly wondered if he’d even made a sound at all.

My comments: The fic that gave my sister nightmares and forced her to sleep with the curtains open for a few weeks. Don’t recommend reading this one all alone in a dark, quiet room… or, heheh, you absolutely should. Don’t fear though (hehe), there’s plenty of comfort at the end of this one to give you strength to continue onto more. 

No Use For You

Summary: “You have no discernible talent that I can use and your worth as a bartering chip is negligible. And so,” Lotor’s breath was hot on Lance’s ear. “I have no use for you.” A hand shoved at him in the darkness. “Enjoy your new home.”

My comments: It’s more the end of this fic and what is implied in the outcome that gets it a spot on this list. But, uh, unresolved bits and creepy Lotor are also scary things?

Quarantine

Summary: An alien ship crashes on Earth and Lance and Hunk are the first responders to board and look for survivors. But they don’t find people in need of help. They find bodies. What started as a rescue turns into a fight for survival and the team can only watch in horror outside of the quarantined ship as two of their own begin to lose the battle. And it begs the question: when it comes to choosing between potentially saving a loved one or for sure saving Earth what is a Defender of the Universe to do?

My comments: A little Lovecraftian horror never hurt anyone, right? Battling against an unknown disease while all anyone on the outside can do is watch as you slowly die? Yeah, I’d like to get off the ride now, please. 

His Own Worst Enemy

Summary:  Keith wheezed, trying to summon air back to his crushed windpipe. Lance… Lance could have killed him. Lance was dangerous. He was somehow incapable right now of recognizing friend from foe. Keith staggered to his feet. They needed to stop Lance. They needed to stop him now. / Lance is not himself. He’s sick. And scared. And to protect himself… he has to kill them.

My comments: Hey look, more sickness! Not horror-horror but certainly terrifying to watch your friend be consumed by madness. Add on that said friend is trying to kill you and has gone absolutely feral with his appearance to match and hey, it makes the list!

Rows of Stitches, Lines of Pain 

Summary: Lines had been drawn all over the slender body. Dotted. Solid. Red. Black, blue, white, green stains against tan flesh. Others were made of stitches, of dried blood, of pain, and why had it taken them so long to find him? All of the lines sectioned off his body like some sort of science experiment, some, some thing to be studied, dissected. But, Shiro choked down the horror clawing up his throat, that’s all Lance had been to them.

My comments: Creepy laboratory setting? Check. Dismembered bodies? Check. Our boy Lance all drugged up and on an operating table? Check! Yeah, I think we can call this a horror genre… but with lots of warm fluff? Thanks, Shiro!

A Game Called Blood and Bones

Summary: “You need someone to deliver your message and get the money, right?” Lance asked. “And someone to stay as your hostage?” He swallowed, eyes darting to Pidge. “Take… take me instead.” The alien captain stared. And then he threw back his head and laughed. “You?” he came down from his mirth. “Why would we want you when we have her?” “Because,” Lance kept his voice even. “I’ll… I’ll tell you all I know about the Blades. And, and the Coalition. Information goes for a lot, doesn’t it?”Except… Lance doesn’t know any actual valuable information. And the aliens are not happy about that. Not happy at all.

My comments: You will never look at a kitchen the same way again. Perhaps today is not the day to use the potato peeler ;)

So Cold

Summary:  Keith can’t seem to get warm. He’s felt cold ever since the mission, a frigid sensation taking up root in his chest and he’s so tired. But he’s fine. He’s just a little worn out, maybe coming down sick, and all the talk of haunted planets is playing with his mind. But when he wakes from a nightmare to find his own blade impaled in his stomach and his hand the one that put it there… maybe everything isn’t so fine after all.

My comments: The only non-Lance piece on here and the closest thing to an actual horror story because we are talking about possession! And this is most absolutely not a friendly ghost. 

Feel Me, See Me (Or Please, Please Don’t)

Summary: When an attack goes wrong Lance ends up trapped in a dimensional plane separated from his team. But he’s not alone. The Druid they’d been fighting is there too. Lance’s bond with his fellow Paladins is the key to getting home, but the Druid isn’t going to let Lance so easily escape and leave him behind. He needs to subdue Lance, to use him as his own ticket back. And when you pit a Druid capable of teleporting and summoning magic against an injured, near defenseless human? Let the hunt begin.

My comments: This one is actually one of I think my scarier, horror/thriller pieces because nothing says horror like having someone stalking you as you leave a blood trail that no one else can see or hear your screams…

This is My Home (Watch Your Step Since You’ve Come Around)

Summary: “All right, Coran,” he gave himself a pep talk. “The princess and the Paladins are in danger. You are their only hope.” Coran paled in the face of his words. Oh Alaraan. He was their only hope. Well then. He straightened. That was that and that meant there was only one possible outcome. He was going to save his team. / The castle is invaded and the Paladins rounded up. Coran though is overlooked and he’s going to take full advantage of it. This is his home and those aliens are going to regret ever stepping foot in it.

My comments: Perhaps not the creeper/horror vibe of many of these BUT it does have a ghost (sort of ;p) and a haunting (sort of) and honestly, the more Coran appreciation this world has the better world it is. 

Thou Shall Not Tell Lies

Summary: The Paladins of Voltron were liars. They were liars who had murdered her family. She would silence them. She would make sure they never told another lie again. And she would start with this one, this one who appeared kind, appeared sweet and nice and honorable and a hero. She knew better. She caressed the needle in her hand as she gazed down at his face, at his lips where the poison spewed. She knew what a liar he was. And when she was done with him everyone else would know too. 

My comments: Did someone ask for a psycho? Nothing says horror like a crazy lady who first poisons our favorite blue boy and then stitches his mouth shut while he’s conscious. Fun, fun, fun :D

Game Over

The rules were simple, the two brothers said. They hunted them, their prey, for points. And they, the prey,… well they died. After they suffered, of course, as the game would be no fun otherwise. But not to worry, the brothers smirked, their games only lasted a few hours. Their pain would be over soon.

Lance has no idea how he’s escaping. He’s defenseless, alone, terrified, and trapped inside the playing field. And now he’s gone and made himself a primary target so both brothers are (literally) gunning for him, the “hero.” He’s got to escape. He has to save everyone. But… but he doesn’t even know how he’s supposed to save himself.

My comments: It’s Hunger Games meets IcyPanther :D This fic is more of a thriller than a horror one, but it’s definitely sure to still make your breath catch and send shivers down your spine because right now someone is watching you…

Make Them BLeEd

Summary: The voice burned inside Lance’s head and sent lightning flowing through his veins, barely audible over the sound of his screams. ‘YoU CaNnoT FiGhT Me, PaLaDiN,’ it chuckled. ‘ThErE Is No UsE ReSiStInG.’

Or; Macidus the Druid is not as dead as they’d thought. And he’s going to use Lance’s body to kill all of Voltron.

My comments: Mind control is bad on any day, but mind control via a revenge-hungry Druid is next level. Resistance is futile, but you’re welcome to try. Maybe you’ll manage to save one of your friends before you kill the rest of them. 

Trick or Treat 

Summary:  Pidge (gently drags) Keith with her to go trick or treating at the Garrison sponsored Halloween event. But what is supposed to be all in good fun takes a dark turn when they realize that someone is following them…

My comments: An actual Halloween fic has arrived! Costumes? Check! Candy? Check! Someone stalking you from the shadows? Chec… hey… wait a second, what? 

Dusky Purple

Summary: With with each cup they forced him to drink, with each passing day, Lance could feel it.

He was changing.

He was changing into a Galran.

My comments: Is there anything more horrifying than non-consensual body modification? It’s the Halloween costume that just keeps on giving.

For the Love of Family

Summary: They said they didn’t want to hurt him. And Lance knew they didn’t, not really. They were doing this out of love, out of hope-fueled despair. But at the end of the day they wanted to use their magic to replace Lance’s mind and change his body to make him become their beloved, deceased younger brother and restore their family while ripping Lance away from his own.

And with a desperate plan like that… everyone involved is going to get hurt.

My comments: It’s not quite ritual sacrifice or anything, but still, being restrained on a bed while people try to turn you into their long-lost dead brother is no picnic. 

Feast

Summary: Lance is well aware he’s the weak link on Team Voltron. He knows he’s not the brightest. But he’s not stupid. And he’s always thought that even despite his shortcomings he had not just a place with Voltron, but friends who would look out for him just as he would do for them.

But that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore. While there’s no knife to stab him in the back, the ones his friends wield with their cruel, heartless words cuts just as deep. And by the time Lance realizes that something is wrong, that these people are not his friends, it’s too late.

The feast has begun.

My comments: One of the closest things I’ve written in my opinion to an eldritch horror type fic and what I’m calling creep fic #2 on this list. Creepy, child-like aliens that thrive on your fear and use your friends and every thing you’ve ever feared against you with the plan to eat you (or, well, eat your emotions while mutilating your body)? While doing it with a smile and a giggle? Um, waiter? I think I’ve lost my appetite (or, maybe gained a new one for whump!)

Cold Comforts

Summary: Lance’s chapped and bloodied lips curled into a small smile at his visitor, drawing comfort in his arrival. Or, well, as much comfort as a figment of his imagination could be.

My comments: More sad than scary/spooky, but being abandoned and left to die and summoning up ‘ghosts’ of your teammates to keep you company definitely falls into this realm. 

We’ve Got Each Other 

Summary: Voltron is dispatched to a planet to protect them from a violent group of aliens who, notably, also enjoy eating other sentient aliens. If that wasn’t horrific enough, there’s the pack of essentially intelligent space coyotes to fight against too and Lance and Hunk find themselves overwhelmed by sheer numbers and snapping teeth and long claws.

And those teeth and claws? They rip Lance apart.

It’s now up to Hunk to save Lance from the gruesome wound, the coyotes and, of course, the aliens who are looking at Lance like he’s a five-star gourmet dinner.

My comments: If you like the aspects of gore for Halloween you’ll love this. I mean, what’s more gory than first being mauled by a pack of space coyotes and then eaten while still alive and conscious by other sentient beings? If you like all those things AND some Hunk and Lance content, chow down! *licks lips*

The Date of October the Thirty-First

Summary: Lance is feeling a little homesick and the upcoming Halloween holiday, which had always been a full family affair, is making him feel even more so. But to his surprise and delight, Allura is intrigued by his favorite holiday. And with her offer to help him scare the rest of the castle’s inhabitants… Halloween is looking frighteningly fun once more.

My comments: A legit Halloween fic (I know, it’s now one of two on here) that’s more fluffy than frightening and gives you all the warm fuzzies. A good little pick-me-up after reading some of these other ones!

I Feel Safe Now (You Found Me) 

Summary: Lance has been helping ghosts move on for several years now. He, along with his friends Hunk and Pidge, have encountered all sorts of ghosts — from those with unfinished business to those who were lost and needed help finding their way — but this most recent one is something else entirely.

What started off as a haunting involving a child ghost switches when the child, Keith, suddenly transforms into an abused looking teenager and Lance discovers that Keith didn’t just die young.

He was murdered.

My comments: A ghost story most definitely makes this list! Add in the fact the ghost in this story was violently murdered and you’ve got yourself one haunting tale. I had a lot of fun creating this AU world and always love writing Lance being protective of children ♥

Hide and Seek

Summary: 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.”

My comments: Being buried alive while your friends desperately race to find you checks all the boxes for a horrifying fanfiction. Especially when those boxes are actually coffins.

The Best Ghost Story Ever

Summary: Team Voltron introduces the Alteans to the concept of a ‘ghost story’ and now it’s an all out competition as to who can tell the scariest story. But there’s more than just spooks afoot around this campfire…

My comments: I’m not typically a fan of scary stories but this little slice of life fic has all the right shivers and spooks plus a lot of team bonding and oh hey, is that actually a real ghost now?!

The Deadliest of Sins 

Summary: (Police/Detective AU) There’s a serial killer haunting the streets of Garrison City. Detective Lance is assigned to the case, trying to solve the killer’s motive and identity before another victim shows up in a week. He can tell there’s something very personal to the killer about these crime scenes and how each victim is killed, but even Lance has no idea how personal this case is about to become.

My comments: It’s not quite “scary” in the typical vein of Halloween, but it does involve a serial killer who has left some positively gruesome crime scenes behind and it’s up to our team to stop him before he kills again. I loved getting to use some of my own background with the police in this fic and for lovers of mysteries and serial killer documentaries… it’s to die for ;p

You Can’t Hide From Me (I’m Coming)

Summary: “Let him go,” Lance’s voice was tight with pain but far stronger than Hunk knew he could have ever managed.

“Go?” Hunk repeated. “We’re playing a game, Lance. And if you refuse to play…”

The knife pressed harder against Hunk’s throat, sending another line of blood dripping.

Hunk’s lips pulled into a smile. “Hurry up and run.”

Lance audibly swallowed.

Backed up.

And ran.

Or; Hunk is possessed by an evil spirit who just wants to play a little game of hide and seek… to the death.

My comments: From the moment I first heard the Hide and Seek / Ding-Dong song I immediately was inspired for a horror fic featuring Hunk and Lance. Seriously, watch and listen to the song; it’s my go-to song to get me ready for Halloween! Regarding the story, this is thriller meets horror meets possession and you can’t hide from this deadly story (or can you?).

If you read the fics please do feel free to leave a comment! I’d love to hear from you! Enjoy!

AO3 | Ko-Fi | Patreon 

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My annual reblog of my Halloween Horrors List to get in mood for spooky season! 👻

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Whumpy (But Hurt Comforty) Donation Drive Wrap-Up + 25 Words or More Event + Final Notes from Icy

And the Whumpy (But Hurt Comforty) Donation Drive has come to a close and alas, it ended up being far more whump forward than comfort, but there were some gem moments of wonderful humans that I'll get to in a moment.

Overall, I will admit to feeling more than a little disappointed with how it went down, both in terms of raising funds for great organizations and being able to share my last fanfictions. Believe me, I get it 100% that times are tough (and likely for many getting even harder 😢), but I had really hoped folks would be up for donating a few dollars (be it their fancy coffee or skipping a take out lunch or not visiting the vending machine for a day) to show that even a small amount can make a big difference and get something they (hopefully) were interested in return as a reward. Unfortunately that didn't happen and it's left me feeling some kind of way. I know not everyone can be even in that position to donate, which is why I'd hoped to see more shares and helping spread the word, but even that didn't go very far. It's just a little heartbreaking.

But while that is disappointing, there are some truly generous people out there. I want to give a shoutout to the three lovely folks who donated $50 each (all for ASPCA) and to the literal angel who donated $250 and unlocked 5 stories (with donations for $150 to Aurora Area Interfaith Food Pantry and $100 to Rescued Rascals Illinois). These donators not only made a positive difference for charities ($400 raised total!), but thanks to their generosity 8 fanfictions were unlocked for everyone to read. Also a warm thank you to anyone who shared about the donation drive or left an encouraging note. Thank you for making me not feel like a complete failure and being able to end my fanfiction journey a little more positive than I went into it a couple weeks ago. 🧡 Screenshots are below for all of the donations. I've already published one of the unlocked stories on my AO3 and I'll aim to publish the remaining seven before the holidays in December.

That said, I was so inspired by the kind words and generosity shown that I've decided to unlock one of the other remaining fanfictions and post it as well 🧡I won't say which one, but it will be one of my personal remaining favorites.

What happens to the other 7 fanfictions? I've posted them all on my Patreon in the Shop as while my plan was to trash them completely I just didn't have the heart to do so after pouring so much love into these stories. If you chose to purchase them from there, please know that 50% of their earnings will go towards my chosen charities (along with 100% of all monthly Patreon earnings and other shop purchases) and the other 50% will go towards my emergency medical fund (the entire reason I ended up writing these fanfictions in the first place). At this time I have no plans to ever post them on AO3, but maybe one day if I'm feeling nostalgic you'll see one show up. I am running a one-time sale on Patreon through next Tuesday (11/4/25) for these stories, and after that they'll go back to regular price for forevermore.

If you're interested in checking out my Patreon, I encourage you to read this post as it's got all the information regarding my Patreon exclusive works (over 550k worth of stories) and all of the summaries of the unreleased fanfictions I wrote earlier this year.

25 Words or More Event

To the above inspiration from the generosity of these 4 lovely human beings, I'm doing one last donation drive myself where the only thing you need to donate is a little time and love to make a difference.

For the remaining 8 VLD stories I'll be publishing on AO3 if you are one of the first 25 people to leave a 25+ word* comment on the fanfiction within the first week of uploading, I will donate $1 per comment to my chosen charities (likely given circumstances mostly flagged just for the food pantry). One comment per person. If we're able to do this for all 8 stories I'll end up donating an additional $200! 🥳

*These must be *your* words, not mine! So while you're welcome to copy and paste from the fanfiction to comment on details, you must leave 25 words of your own thoughts for it to count!

Final Notes

This will likely be one of my last posts on Tumblr as not sure there's much else to say or post about (other than hopefully a positive note for the 25 Words or More Event). As noted, I'll post the remaining unlocked fanfictions on my AO3 and if I ever finish it will also post my KPDH fanfiction. I don't know if I'll ever finish writing my series finale VLD fix-it fic (got up to 7 chapters though!) which I had hoped to leave as my final posting, but if I do I'll do my best to come back here for anyone still following to let you know of its existence. Thanks to everyone who has supported me over the years and I wish you all the best.

I think that about covers it so I'll leave off with one of my favorite quotes: "In a world where you can be anything, be kind."

Take care, everyone 🧡And thank you to all who participated in any capacity in this donation drive; together we can all make a difference!

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Unlock This Fanfiction: You Can't Hide From Me (I'm Coming)

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You Can't Hide From Me (I'm Coming)

Summary:  

“Let him go,” Lance’s voice was tight with pain but far stronger than Hunk knew he could have ever managed.

“Go?” Hunk repeated. “We’re playing a game, Lance. And if you refuse to play…” 

The knife pressed harder against Hunk’s throat, sending another line of blood dripping.

Hunk’s lips pulled into a smile. “Hurry up and run.”

Lance audibly swallowed.

Backed up.

And ran.

Or; Hunk is possessed by an evil spirit who just wants to play a little game of hide and seek to the death.

Story snippet:

“I can hear you,” Hunk called out from the hallway and there was the sudden sharp inhale on the other side of the threshold.

Hunk could feel the spirit’s dark thrill of amusement.

The game was about to end.

“You’re not very good at hiding,” he continued. “And now…”

He stepped forward, body filling up the full doorframe and not allowing for escape.

“You pay the consequence.”

Hunk’s eyes — his and the spirit’s — roved around the room, shadows darkening where the fading light from the single window didn’t touch but still illuminating some sort of tipped over dresser, a sagging bed…

And a closed closet door with a singular blood drip on the handle.

Hunk’s heart skipped a beat.

He licked his lips.

The taste of Lance’s dried blood — metallic and bitter — landed on his tongue.

Hunk silently gagged while the spirit nearly trilled with anticipation. 

“I’m coming closer,” Hunk said, floor creaking beneath his step. “Where could you be? Maybe,” he paused, letting it build, “under the bed?”

He didn’t even stop to look, continuing his too slow trek to the closet.

A muffled thud sounded from inside.

Lance had just collapsed, Hunk filled in the blanks.

His body literally couldn’t keep going.

It…

It was about to be over.

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Alternate caption: my face when somebody supports the donation drive vs the current crickets

Five days to go and 13 stories to unlock! Check out my donation drive here to make a difference for some amazing organizations AND for the opportunity to read my final fanfictions! Donating will also make me smile so I don’t get frown lines 😂😝

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Unlock this Fanfiction: Where/What/Who You're Meant to Be

Welp, I'm not feeling overly confident we're going to unlock anymore than we have for this charity drive and my final fanfictions, but I'll post a few more fic summaries and snippets just in case. Here's hoping 🤞😭

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Where/What/Who You're Meant to Be

(10k fic!)

Summary: Pidge knows all too well there are some beyond sick, twisted people out in the universe who will do inhumane things in the name of science and think the end justifies the means. Now Pidge is about to see that depravity firsthand as she’s specifically targeted for an experiment that aims to transform her from a human into some sort of alien hybrid. And as a first time experiment, there’s no knowing what the outcome will be… 

Story snippet:

“Then,” and her voice sounded high, higher than it should be but God, God, had they attacked that planet just to lure Voltron so they could kidnap her?, “then you know I’m a Paladin of Voltron. And—”

Naziyl waved a pincer. “The war concerns me not, Paladin Pidge. I am merely here to serve my purpose to gather all that is to be known in the universe and so,” he smiled at her, “it is time to begin. I encourage you not to struggle as you will only hurt yourself more.”

And saying so he pulled a syringe out of his jacket pocket and balancing it on one pincer used another to pull out a case containing very large needles.

Holy fuck.

Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck.

“You’re fucking crazy,” Pidge snarled as he stepped towards her. 

“And as I said to you before,” Naziyl maintained his smile as he affixed the needle to the syringe and angled it towards her arm that went nowhere even as she strained and pulled at the cuff, heart pounding in her ears and no, no no, God no, “your opinion matters not.”

One pincer came down trace her skin, pinching to reveal her vein, dark purple beneath her skin and the fact they knew where to find human veins, how easily, made her feel sick. 

Sick and angry. 

“Don’t you fucking d—”

Pidge screamed as the needle plunged with no care into her arm and she screamed again as her jerk against the manacles sent the needle shifting inside her arm.

“Silly girl,” Naziyl shook his head as he affixed a vial to the syringe. “I told you not to move.”

He continued to draw blood, filling up one vial, then another, and then another.

Pidge felt herself listing sideways at vial five and God, how much blood was he taking?

“There, all done,” he smiled at her several minutes later as she stared up at him, feeling dizzy and tongue thick and nausea building it her stomach.  “It will be just a few varga for me to run the compatibility module to determine what will be the best fit for your metamorphosis and show me what you are truly meant to be. Do sit tight, Paladin Pidge, and I will return soon.”

Pidge couldn’t get her mouth to cooperate to say anything, slumped in the chair and arm aching and heart aching more.

How…

She stared silently as the door closed behind the Norian.

How the fuck did she get out of this?

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Unlock This Fanfiction: Let Me Save Someone

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Let Me Save Someone

Summary: 

Lance’s gloves were slick with his own blood as he desperately tried to grasp the too smooth spear impaled through his middle that was pinning him to the wall, feeling his vision starting to tunnel and the pain go from white-hot agony to almost a dull, thudding pulse.

A gasping sob tore out of his throat as Lance’s attempts faded alongside his strength. He was stuck. And, and unless Keith managed to find him in time, to save him…

He was going to die. 

Story snippet:

Keith’s eyes lifted up past the Galran's body, back down the corridor and the sentries and—

And landed on a glimpse of blue and white armor at the hallway intersection.

“Lance,” the boy’s name burst from his lips with a gasp of relief as he took in the fact Lance was upright, clearly standing, and thereby okay.

And then anger thrummed like fire through his veins at the fact Lance had been ignoring him this whole time and he was just standing around and ignoring Keith even now and—

And Keith realized a second later that Lance was not wearing his helmet.

His head was bowed, brown hair shadowing his face, and he didn’t even so much as twitch and hot anger switched immediately to cold, stabbing fear as every instinct was now screaming at Keith that something was wrong. 

“Lance!” he shouted his name then, crashing through sentries with deafening clangs in his hurry to reach him, “Lance, what—”

And Keith broke off with a sharp inhale as closer now he could make out what he hadn’t in the low, flickering light of the hallway before.

Because Lance wasn’t standing.

He, he was…

Pinpricked amethyst eyes zoned in on the metal spear — easily as tall as Lance if it had been vertical — that was impaling Lance through his stomach and pinning him to the wall, blood splattered all across Lance’s front, dripping from limp hands and landing with near silent plops in the scarlet puddle beneath Lance and smeared behind him with bloody bootprints on the wall.

God.

God.

Keith felt frozen as he stared, pulse roaring and vision tunneling and for all his haste to reach Lance he couldn’t seem to move now as the moment he went over there he’d know if…

If… 

God, if…

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Unlock This Fanfiction: It's Not Personal (It Isn't)

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It's Not Personal (It Isn't)

Summary:

“I wish to see you prove to me, Black Paladin Keith, half-Galran, if you are what Voltron has proclaimed itself to be,” the king spoke. “You will remain here and join in our alliance discussions. However, out of respect to my queen and my people, I must insist that you are cleansed of your Galran stench that reeks of death and darkness.”

Or; A budding Voltron alliance goes sideways when the aliens take literal offense to Keith’s presence. Keith agrees to their request of a bath in the best attempt to smooth things over, but embarrassment turns to shame when he’s treated as something instead of someone and now the heritage he’s still trying to come to terms with is forcibly on display for all to see.

Story Snippet:

A prickle went down Keith’s back as this…

This didn’t look like it led to guest quarters or a bathroom.

And he was proven somewhat correct as the Ekacnap opened a creaking door into a dark room that was lit by only a high window and the faint outline of a large, almost barn-style door on the far wall, and while there was a large, tiled floor and equally tiled walls that indicated a shower, it was the entire room and while Keith had heard of some insanely stupid luxury bathrooms this one seemed to be lacking in fancy waterspouts or decor or anything else that would make it so.

In fact, the only water spout Keith could see appeared to be hooked up to what looked like a hose. 

Rettub beelined for a set of cubbies next to the door and emerged carrying a coarse looking washcloth, an equally rough towel (large enough for an Ekacnap but still too small for even Pidge let alone Keith) and a large jug of an indistinguishable colored liquid in the dim lighting that Keith could only assume was some sort of soap.

But—

“This is where we bathe our steeds,” Rettub sneered, setting the items down on an empty cubby shelf at Keith’s waist-height, “and a fitting place for your filth to be cleansed.”

The heat that time crept down the back of Keith’s neck too even as something far colder twisted in his stomach and he wondered if this was what the king had had in mind.

He couldn’t find the words to ask.

Despite now being an adult, a leader of Voltron, he felt as small and helpless as he had as an unwanted kid in the foster system and in a way almost worse as if he complained or said something it wasn’t just a beating or punishment awaiting him, all of Voltron would become involved and this alliance was important and as he’d kept chanting at himself, it wasn’t personal.

It wasn’t.

“Wash everything,” the servant ordered, eyes raking Keith up and down and Keith found his lowering, “and do not miss a spot. I will return shortly.”

A moment later the alien was gone, inner hall door closing behind him with a resounding thud and leaving Keith straining into the low light that he knew he could only see as well as he could because of his Galran half.

He bit his lip and squeezed both his fists and his eyes shut.

No…

No crying.

This was fine.

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Fic Preview: What You Deserve

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What You Deserve

Summary:  One minute Shiro is sitting on the edge of the lake, enjoying the warm sunshine and listening to Lance’s happy shrieks as he splashes in the water while Hunk preps a picnic behind them. The next he’s somehow back in the Arena with jeering crowds, overbright lights and an opponent charging at him. It doesn’t make sense, but Shiro has no time to figure it out as it’s kill or be killed in the Arena and he refuses to be the one that dies. 

Story snippet:

The alien let out a battle cry and ran forward, water churning with every footfall.

To Shiro’s surprise though he stopped his advance before he reached Shiro and instead swept his arm down again into the water, summoning a much larger wave than the sprinkle of last time.

Shiro swung his own arms up to block it, angling his head back to avoid the spray, shivering at how cold it was and staggering back a step as the alien sent another wave at him, feeling the current tugging around his calves.

“Shiro, man,” the alien taunted, stepping closer and hands spread innocently at his sides even though Shiro knew it was a trick, “you’re supposed to splash me back.”

Shiro remained silent, body tensing as he prepared his own counter.

“Shiro?” his opponent cocked his head, mocking him. “Are you o—?”

Shiro lunged.

This alien was quick, Shiro gave him that, as he ducked, avoiding the left thrown punch.

He couldn’t avoid the right hook though.

Shiro caught him with his elbow right around the slender looking neck and dragged down, sending them both splashing into the water just below their knees.

The alien made a garbled sounding choking noise, hands flinging themselves up to try to grab at Shiro’s arm and pull it free.

Shiro only tightened his grip and using his other hand grabbed the back of the alien’s dark head, twisted his fingers in the hair there, and shoved down and forced his opponent’s entire face into the water with another splash.

The alien frantically bucked, legs kicking wildly as Shiro pushed down harder, willing for the neck to either snap or for the water to do its work.

He felt sick already at the fact it wasn’t as quick a death as he preferred, but better to drown the alien then risk shocking himself with the unknown elements of his prosth—

“What are you doing?” came a panicked shriek from behind and Shiro craned his neck, feeling his pulse jump as there were two opponents and how the fuck had he not seen the other one?

Could this one control water too? It was running in from the edge of the Arena, larger than the first one but the same sort of tan coloring with bright white teeth. 

“Shiro, stop!” it screamed.

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DRIVE OVER! The Whumpy (But Hurt Comforty) Donation Drive to Benefit Charities and Unlock Final IcyPanther Fanfictions

Please find post with donation receipts here.

I had planned to write a final good bye message here on Tumblr and trod off into the sunset as I finished posting To Purify Evil as given the response to it and other recent works there isn't much of an audience left for my stories. I had hoped to share one more fanfiction (to make it a nice, even, 250 fanfictions then on AO3) but my heart hasn't been in it to do so.

And while I'm still honestly rather depressed about my works, one of the things that has always kept me going when I feel down is being able to help others. And so that's what I've decided to focus on for this last hurrah and try to turn some of this sadness into hope and a light for others and at least make something positive out of this pain.

Below are the 16 fanfictions I have not published on AO3. For the next two weeks (through Monday, October 27) I will be taking donations to benefit the charities of:

Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network

Rescued Rascals Illinois

Aurora Area Interfaith Food Pantry

American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA)

One Simple Wish

For every $50 that is donated I will randomly select via random number generator a fanfiction that I will publish on my AO3. If you choose to donate $50 you are welcome to both a; select the charity from the above list and b; select the story you would like to see published. You'll want to include that in your donation notes and those will be updated as soon as possible in the list below. All randomly unlocked fanfictions will be selected at the conclusion of the donation drive.

Donations can be made to my Venmo (icypanther) or my PayPal ([email protected]); since these are all going to charity please select personal and/or friend family when donating as otherwise I can't donate the full amount as there's fees 😭 Donations will be divided evenly amongst the charities outside of $50-flagged-individual amounts.

I will keep a running total below for the dollar amount and number of fics currently unlocked. I would love to be able to unlock all 16 fanfictions and in doing so really make a positive difference 🧡 And I also hope it will be the positive note for myself to end my time with the Voltron fandom as well. Whether you're able to donate a dollar or enough to unlock a full story, every little bit helps. While it won't count for my donation drive, please feel free if you're inspired to donate to your own favorite charity too and give them a shoutout in the comments!

A couple last notes for reference. All of the fanfictions below are between 5,000 - 5,500 words with three exceptions: two fanfictions around 2,000 and one fanfiction over 10,000. All have been marked in the bonus tags. Also, given the title of the drive, I would like to assure that while the fics all have either angst or whump, they all also have comfort and a happy ending because the world needs more of those things. Any questions, let me know! Shares appreciated!

Donation Amount Raised: $400

Fanfictions Unlocked*: 8

*fics highlighted in blue below were individually unlocked due to a very generous solo donation!

1. A Brilliant Idea

Summary: Coran and Lance team up to retrieve a gemstone in a multi-part activity to enter into a new alliance. While climbing the tower and its near endless stairs to reach their assigned gem is exhausting, everything is going well, including Lance’s brilliant idea on how to reach the gemstone when they discover it isn’t as accessible as they believed it to be. 

Until it isn’t.

And Lance can only look on in horror as the floor gives out and Coran and the gemstone plummet into the abyss.

Bonus tags: protective Lance, claustrophobic Lance, hurt Coran

Chosen Charity: Rescued Rascals Illinois

2. A Good Hurt

Summary: The mission was simple: Keith would go undercover in the fighting ring that was specifically seeking Galrans courtesy of Shiro and Lance acting as slave traders, who would then infiltrate using Keith as their bait and decoy. Keith knew it would be violent — the event was being billed as ‘Bloodbath’ — but he felt confident in his abilities to hold his own. Except what he discovers after making it inside is the call for Galrans wasn’t to watch them fight. It’s to watch them be tortured and bleed.

Bonus tags: Keith whump, Keith angst, protective Shiro

3. Always Alone

Summary: Keith doesn’t know who has taken him. He doesn’t know for what purpose. All he knows is the space within his small cage, of the feeling of eyes always watching, of the bloodied tally marks he draws on the floor, and the needle marks littering his arm and the strange, metallic taste always in his mouth.

And he knows one more thing with a certainty that grows more and more as the days pass by.

He knows he’s going to die alone because there is no one coming to save him.

Bonus tags: Keith angst, hurt Keith, protective Matt

4. Bubbles and Blood

Summary: When Shiro goes overboard during a fight Lance immediately dives in after him because as they all just terrifyingly learned Shiro cannot swim with his prosthetic. And that should have been the finale of the close call, but the enemy has a gun and Lance and Shiro are sitting ducks in the water.

Bonus tags: hurt Lance, Shiro angst, protective Shiro and Lance

Charity Chosen: ASPCA

5. Crimson Shard

Summary: The trip outside the Garrison was equal parts research project for Shiro’s new prosthetic arm and a brief escape from the responsibilities and duties Shiro has had thrust upon him since returning to Earth and he’s beyond grateful to Matt and Pidge for instigating both. He’s not looking forward to having to go back to meetings and he’d do almost anything to put it off.

But not… not this. 

Not their vehicle striking a hidden landmine. Not Matt being violently ejected out the front window. Not the blood splattered and shattered glass covered ground. Not Shiro pinned, Pidge trapped and Matt lying so so still.

Bonus tags: hurt Matt, protective Shiro, Shiro angst

6. Don't Be Scared (It's Just Pain)

Summary: Keith just has to stall the Galran so Lance could complete the mission. He knows there’s going to be pain but pain is nothing to be scared of; it’s fleeting, it’s temporary and it’ll be over soon. Except when the torture comes to an end the endless darkness Keith cannot see beyond doesn’t seem to be so temporary after all.

Bonus tags: hurt Keith, Keith angst, protective Lance, 2k fic

Charity Chosen: ASPCA

7. Find Your Way Back to Us

Summary: Lance’s heart skipped a beat as his eyes landed on the tip of an arrow poking out of the foliage.

An arrow that was pointed at the back of Shiro’s head. 

Lance was moving before he even gave his feet permission, Shiro’s name tearing out of his throat in a warning that would come too late and Dios, Shiro was going to die, he was going to die just like Allura would have at Omega Shield unless… 

Unless…

Unless Lance once more intercepts the shot.

Bonus tags: protective Lance, hurt Lance, protective team

Charity Chosen: ASPCA

8. It's Not Personal (It Isn't)

Summary: “I wish to see you prove to me, Black Paladin Keith, half-Galran, if you are what Voltron has proclaimed itself to be,” the king spoke. “You will remain here and join in our alliance discussions. However, out of respect to my queen and my people, I must insist that you are cleansed of your Galran stench that reeks of death and darkness.”

Or; A budding Voltron alliance goes sideways when the aliens take literal offense to Keith’s presence. Keith agrees to their request of a bath in the best attempt to smooth things over, but embarrassment turns to shame when he’s treated as something instead of someone and now the heritage he’s still trying to come to terms with is forcibly on display for all to see.

Bonus tags: Keith angst, emotional hurt Keith, protective Lance

9. Let Me Save Someone

Summary: Lance’s gloves were slick with his own blood as he desperately tried to grasp the too smooth spear impaled through his middle that was pinning him to the wall, feeling his vision starting to tunnel and the pain go from white-hot agony to almost a dull, thudding pulse.

A gasping sob tore out of his throat as Lance’s attempts faded alongside his strength. He was stuck. And, and unless Keith managed to find him in time, to save him…

He was going to die.

Bonus tags: hurt Lance, protective Keith, Keith angst

Chosen Charity: Rescued Rascals Illinois

10. Promise I'll Be Okay

Summary: Hunk and Lance have two options following their attempted “theft”: a whipping followed by the loss of their hands or a foray into the Pit of Doom where if they escape alive they’ll be allowed to leave. Neither option though gives them a chance to save the two child slaves that desperately need their help. So Lance proposes a new option: himself, all alone, facing down the dangers and traps while suffering the effects of a deadly poison and if he succeeds they all go free. And Hunk can only watch as the one-sided game to the death begins.  

Or, where Lance plays a game of dungeons and dragons. Literally.

Bonus tags: hurt Lance, protective Hunk, poison

Chosen Charity: Aurora Area Interfaith Food Pantry

11. Raindrops on a Window Pane

Summary: Keith knows he has a lot to learn about being a good leader and one thing he really needs to learn about is the newest member of Team Voltron. Allura is still a princess but she’s a Paladin now too and Keith has to figure out how her skillset will integrate with the team, particularly on the mission side. But what starts off as a friendly test of skills goes sideways as besides learning about his teammate Keith learns that some of the abuse he suffered in the foster system isn’t quite as buried as he thought.

Bonus tags: hurt Keith, Keith angst, protective Allura/Allura and Keith friendship

12. Waking Nightmare, Living Dream

Summary: It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This couldn’t be how it ended. And yet there’s nothing Hunk can do as Lance’s body, overrun by fever and blood dripping from his lips as the poison destroys him from the inside, dies in his arms.

Bonus tags: hurt Lance, sick Lance, protective Hunk, 2k fic

Chosen Charity: Aurora Area Interfaith Food Pantry

13. What You Deserve

Summary: One minute Shiro is sitting on the edge of the lake, enjoying the warm sunshine and listening to Lance’s happy shrieks as he splashes in the water while Hunk preps a picnic behind them. The next he’s somehow back in the Arena with jeering crowds, overbright lights and an opponent charging at him. It doesn’t make sense, but Shiro has no time to figure it out as it’s kill or be killed in the Arena and he refuses to be the one that dies.

Bonus tags: hurt Lance, Shiro angst, BAMF Hunk

14. Where/What/Who You’re Meant to Be

Summary: Pidge knows all too well there are some beyond sick, twisted people out in the universe who will do inhumane things in the name of science and think the end justifies the means. Now Pidge is about to see that depravity firsthand as she’s specifically targeted for an experiment that aims to transform her from a human into some sort of alien hybrid. And as a first time experiment, there’s no knowing what the outcome will be…

Bonus tags: Pidge whump, Matt angst, protective Keith and Matt, 10k fic

15. You Can't Hide From Me (I'm Coming)

Summary:  “Let him go,” Lance’s voice was tight with pain but far stronger than Hunk knew he could have ever managed.

“Go?” Hunk repeated. “We’re playing a game, Lance. And if you refuse to play…” 

The knife pressed harder against Hunk’s throat, sending another line of blood dripping.

Hunk’s lips pulled into a smile. “Hurry up and run.”

Lance audibly swallowed.

Backed up.

And ran.

Or; Hunk is possessed by an evil spirit who just wants to play a little game of hide and seek to the death.

Bonus tags: Hunk and Lance friendship, horror, suspense

Chosen Charity: Aurora Area Interfaith Food Pantry

16. _____ Guy (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Summary: Supply shopping was all things considered boring, but it at least it allowed Sokka to feel useful after weeks of feeling like the fourth wheel in Team Avatar. The simple errand turns sideways though when Sokka is targeted by a set of slave travers who know they’ll have a buyer for the exotic “Water Tribe savage.”

Bonus tags: Avatar: The Last Airbender, Sokka-centric, Sokka whump, slave trade

[icypantherwrites]

If I was still writing and wanted to give the horror genre another try this song would be such a horribly terrifying and yet terribly delicious prompt for a Lance and Hunk story. One of my favorite songs for around Halloween :D

[icypantherwrites]

And apparently my very last VLD fanfiction I'm writing is going to be this exact idea. Almost a year to the date and love that it all comes full circle 🧡🥰

WIP snippet:

“You don’t want to do that, hermano,” Hunk had smiled as blood welled along the knife’s edge, head cocked to the side while inside he’d been screaming as the spirit not only possessed his body but rifled through his memories and had eagerly picked up on his bond with Lance. “Try again and this game is over before it’s even truly begun.”

And Lance had stood there, left hand pressed against his shoulder where the knife had first plunged in, dark stain spreading out and staining the gray shirt, looking absolutely terrified.

Do it, Hunk had wanted to shout at him, internally shaking, even if he absolutely didn’t want to die. But if he didn’t die it was because he’d killed Lance and he wanted to do that even less.

“Let him go,” Lance’s voice had been tight with pain but far stronger than Hunk knew he could have ever managed.

“Go?” Hunk had repeated. “We’re playing a game, Lance. And if you refuse to play…” 

The knife had pressed harder against Hunk’s throat, sending another line of blood dripping.

It had hurt but Hunk didn’t make a single sound of pain.

He could only smile.

“Hurry up and run,” Hunk had murmured.

Lance had audibly swallowed.

Backed up.

And run.