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Thank you to each and every one of you who participated! All your work was lovely! We ended up reblogging around 128 submissions from many different authors/artists. We hope y’all had fun and have a great new year :)
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12 Days of (Lance) Whumpmas! - Day 12 [Free Day: Capture/Mind-Control]
salty because i Do Not Like This Story but i wanted to post in time before Whumpmas ended T__T i had this plot in my head for a while but i’ve been so busy i haven’t had the time to write it out properly so now we have this 4am mess :’) please forgive
part of the 12 Days of VLD Whumpmas hosted by @vldwhumpmas2017! this was such a great event and i’m glad i got to participate ;~; kudos and love to everyone who posted art/fics for this!! you’re all awesome :D
Lance woke up with a pounding headache. He felt sore; everything felt sore. His memory was taking a while to sort itself out, bits and pieces slowly trickling out like a blocked stream. He’d been on a mission, hadn’t he? Why was he on the ground? He shifted to sit up, flopping back down when he realized his hands were bound behind his back.
Wait, what?
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Just a quick note but thank you to all who participated! We’ll do a follow-up post after the end of today to close the event.
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Day 12 of VLD Whumpmas! This is the last day, I’m happy with how it turned out though! Looking forward toward the next Whumpmas week! Hope you all enjoy reading the last day though! <3
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Snapchat and Chill
i don’t even have snapchat lmao i have no idea what i’m talking about
Disclaimer: This fic contains no chilling of a sexual nature. That only comes after Netflix.
@vldwhumpmas2017 Day 6 is done yo!! we’re HALFWAY THERE *big time rush blares*
An awkward silence hangs over Shiro and Pidge, broken only by Pidge’s occasional sniffles. Matt had ducked out to the convenience store to stock up on cough medicine and wrapping paper twenty minutes ago, leaving his best friend and his younger sibling alone together. It was a strange experience; Matt was what linked the two of them together, and try as he might, Shiro couldn’t remember the last time it had been just him and Pidge.
Still, there were a lot of good memories between the three of them. Shiro found himself combing through old, near-forgotten memories of the three of them when they’d been in grade school.
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@vldwhumpmas2017 Day 2: Emeto/Nausea
me and @fluffyllamas22 HC that shiro disappeared in S1 & S2 bc he was getting wasted at the local space bar cuz he couldn’t handle being space dad
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Christmas Cookies
ok so look here guys I write pretty much exclusively platonic fics for voltron because I’ve actually watched very little of the show and I don’t really have (m)any ships in particular but,,,,,, I think I’ve dug myself a watery grave next to Davy Jones with this one lads because all of a sudden I will do down with this ship
(and like this isn’t even particularly romantic I just! want to see more of these two chillin together. which two am I referring to? YOU’LL HAVE TO READ TO FIND OUT haha lol I’m great at clickbait guys. jk the whumpmas people will put it in the tags and starclan knows that all of one (1) people will read this on my blog)
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(it’s real late guys I’m so tired)
Cooking with Altean equipment and ingredients always required concentration. Everything was new and unfamiliar. Hunk couldn’t let his mind drift off like he did when he cooked anything at home or he was liable to end up with something that nobody wanted to eat, not even the mice, and they were significantly less picky than any of his friends.
What it was that was distracting him that day, he couldn’t have said. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the fact that Hunk hadn’t been wearing any kind of protection when he reached into the oven.
The tray clattered loudly to the floor, covering Hunk’s cry of pain. He sagged against the counter, hunched over his burned hands. He felt his eyes beginning to well up and tried to blink the tears away, only to feel them already rolling down his cheeks.
A shadow appeared in the doorway. “Hunk?”
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Hot Drinks and a Movie
I like to focus on characters other than Keith and Lance so y’all thirsty mofos better enjoy this you won’t be getting much more outta me this (belated lmao) holiday season
Also!! Bonus points if anyone can tell me what movie they’re watching before Home Alone comes on. It’s one of my faves.
@vldwhumpmas2017 my submission for day 4!! (3 weeks later lol)
Usually, Lance is the life of the party. He always has some person to impress, some story to tell, some stunt to pull. For better or for worse, it’s in his nature. And Christmas has always been his favorite holiday. So it’s very odd to have a Christmas party, however small, where Lance does nothing but sit silently on the couch.
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Day 11 of VLD Whumpmas Week! Enjoy!
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12 Days of (Lance) Whumpmas! - Day 11 [Pneumonia]
idk why it was so hard for me to think of a story i actually wanted to write out for this prompt but loRD here we are;;; i’m weak for lance w/ children
i think it’s because i was more excited brainstorming for the free day LOL hopefully i get that out before the 7th ahhHH
part of the 12 Days of VLD Whumpmas hosted by @vldwhumpmas2017! you can still submit up until january 7th, so check out more info on the challenge here if you want to participate!
“Guys, I think I’m really sick.” Lance moaned from the sofa, trying to wrap his hoodie tighter around himself.
“Yeah, you’ve said it like fifty times already.” Keith grumbled. He blew out an irritated breath as he typed at his laptop a bit too aggressively. “There are seriously no good sources on this topic.”
The others didn’t reply, busy typing or scrolling away on their own respective laptops with an air of exhausted resignation. Lance watched them gathered around the table from his spot on the safe with half-open eyes. They’d all gathered at Hunk’s apartment that morning in a last-minute rush to finish this group project before the midnight deadline. Quite frankly, Lance was more impressed that they all managed to sign up for the same Communications course.
“Hunk, buddy. You got any cough medicine?” Lance called out again. He coughed for good measure, grimacing at how wet and gross it sounded. Geez, his colds were never this bad.
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Day 10 of VLD Whumpmas Week! Enjoy reading!
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@vldwhumpmas2017 Day 1: Fever/Delirium - (Prompt fill for this ask)
at least he aimed for the bed
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pidge
my queen
slay my soul 4eva
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12 Days of (Lance) Whumpmas! - Day 10 [Headache/Migraine]
pour one out for my sleep/posting schedule, they’re both a mess :) :)
part of the 12 Days of VLD Whumpmas hosted by @vldwhumpmas2017! you can still submit up until january 7th, so check out more info on the challenge here if you want to participate!
Lance felt the headache coming before it hit him. It had been creeping up for the past two days, the irritation and exhaustion prodding at him until he woke up that morning, a slight pressure building up in his head. It was small and nagging, and Lance didn’t doubt it would get worse sooner or later. Which was terrible timing, given that the team was heading down to planet Esyxia for an alliance celebration once everyone was ready. He sat up in bed, blowing out a sigh. This was already feeling like a long day.
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Day 5: Burns
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I’ve seen a few rogue training bot fics lately, so I figured I’d maybe write one. The bot in this one isn’t exactly trying to kill anyone, but I figured the weapons they use aren’t exactly safe. Enjoy!
Lance panted, using his sleeve to wipe sweat from his eyes. He hefted his gun up again, ready to fight. “Begin training level seven.” He’d been working on his aim all week, and Lance was proud of his progress. It’d taken him a few days to beat level six. Now that he had, he didn’t want to stop. Of course, he failed to realize that pushing himself this much was a bad idea for two reasons: one, he was exhausted, and even he knew, deep down, that there was no way he could win, and two, he was alone. If he got injured, he was on his own. Lance did his best to ignore the burn in his muscles. He was never a quitter before, so why start now? The new training bot rose from the floor, a similar blaster in its hands. Its face lit up, indicating that the training session was about to begin. The bot lifted its gun and fired a shot directly at Lance’s torso, forcing him to duck and roll out of the way. Level seven was more accurate and faster. The opposite of what Lance was becoming due to exhaustion. He was barely upright when the bot began running towards him. Lance aimed a few shots at it, which were both dodged. He growled. That was also new. Nevertheless, he figured that if he could shoot the gun out of its hands, he could count that as a win for today. Lance raised his gun again, aimed it, and took a breath. Before he released it, he heard a shot ring out. And then white hot pain enveloped Lance’s right side. He let out a scream, crumpling to the floor while clutching his side. Something was wrong, besides the obvious. Hits from the bots’ weapons sure didn’t tickle, but they were never this bad. A kick to his left side brought Lance back to the present. The bot clearly wasn’t through with him, and it didn’t look like it was above playing dirty. “End training sequence!” Lance managed to gasp out. For once in his life, things went the way he wanted them to go. The bot deactivated and sank back into the floor. Lance lay on his back, panting and clutching his sides. The left was probably only bruised, but the right side was a different story. The shot had burned a hole through his t-shirt. Through it, red blisters were already visible. Nothing seemed to be bleeding at the moment. This was good. He was fine. Nothing a few hours in the healing pod couldn’t fix. Only problem was that Lance had to get to the infirmary from the training deck. He let out a sigh. “No biggie. Just get up and walk. It’s not that far.” Lance pushed himself up on his elbows, gritting his teeth at every movement. Standing up was worse. By the time he was fully upright, he was drenched in sweat, leaning against the wall, and taking measured breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth. His head was spinning from the pain, and he honestly had no clue how much longer he was going to last like this. Not important. Gotta get to a pod. Slowly, Lance staggered out of the training deck. With one hand on the wall and the other covering his bruised ribs, he managed to walk down the hallway. But with his wavering vision, it was difficult to tell where he was. “Lance?” Lance turned his head toward the voice. “Hunk?” Hunk was in the kitchen, working on another culinary creation. “Dude, are you hurt?” “Little bit,” he murmured. Exhaustion seemed to take over at that point, and Lance felt himself falling… Until he wasn’t. He blinked a few times before realizing that Hunk had caught him. “I’m getting you to the infirmary.” Lance grit his teeth as Hunk hoisted his left arm over his shoulders. When Hunk placed his hand on Lance’s right side, he gave a strangled cry of pain. “Quiznak! Sorry Lance. What happened there?” Hunk tugged at Lance’s shirt. “Is that a burn?! How did you get that?” “Training. I’ll tell you after I’m in a pod.” Hunk frowned, but didn’t push the issue any further.
Lance’s face had finally evened out into a peaceful expression. Even so, Hunk bit his lip as he recounted Lance’s injuries. Second degree burn on his right side. Two cracked ribs on the left side, with several others bruised. It was a miracle that Lance had even made it to the kitchen from the training deck, given how painful cracked ribs were. Not to mention the burn. Hunk sighed, then shifted his position once more. Once Lance got out of that pod, they were having a talk about overworking yourself.
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VLD Whumpmas Day 6: Flu
@vldwhumpmas2017 Kinda late story for day 6 but I was busy last week. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I’m still interested in any constructive criticism you guys have, but either way have some more sick Keith!
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Day 12 - Free day (Overwork/Lance)
my last fic for @vldwhumpmas2017 and since it’s free day, i decided to be creative with it and made it a college(kinda) K-pop dance cover club/team au!
the dance they were covering was Crazy Sexy Cool by Astro, and this is their official dance practice video for reference!
“Lance, why are you so slow at picking up the dance routine today? We’re filming the cover at the end of this week, we don’t really have much time.” Allura, the leader of their dance cover and the one who was teaching the dance, was now extremely frustrated. The team had to repeat the chorus countless times because Lance kept fumbling with his moves.
“I’m so sorry… I’m tired, and it’s finals week.” Lance sighed, the first to sit back down on the floor when Coran turned the music off.
“Well, then I’m sorry too, but our fans are waiting for the Christmas cover, which won’t happen if you don’t stop being lazy.” Allura said firmly, “Crazy Sexy Cool isn’t so difficult that you shouldn’t be able to handle it. Also, it’s finals week for everyone here, why are you the only one who’s complaining?” Allura continued, the mood in the dance studio now tense.
“Allura. I think it’s time we call it a day.” Shiro, the assistant leader for the cover, said in a low voice as he walked up to Allura and subtly pointed at the clock that was mounted on one of the walls of the studio. It was almost thirty minutes past eleven, their original practice ending time.
“Right. We’ll meet again tomorrow, same timing, and I do hope we can get past the chorus.” Allura announced, glaring at Lance intentionally before the team dispersed.
Lance pursed his lips, trying his very best not to break down from the stress he was feeling as he picked up his bag from the corner of the dance studio. He had so many tests to study for and so many assignments to complete this week, and he was starting to regret participating in this cover. He was sure other members of the club would have willingly taken his place.
When Lance arrived back at his apartment past midnight, he put his bag down hastily before leaving yet again to his nearby gym to practice. He went over the dance they had learnt earlier countless times until his moves were smooth and on-par with the rest of the team before learning the gist of the entire choreography, wanting to learn ahead of the team so as to not be a burden at practice. It was almost four in the morning when he returned home.
Allura was nothing but pleased at Lance’s fast improvement later that day at practice, and was glad that her words had spurred him to work harder, obviously unaware of the extent Lance was going.
Lance’s routine continued for the rest of the week. School in the day, dance practice with the team until close to midnight, then heading to the gym to practice even more and then returning home to catch up with revision and his incomplete assignments into the wee hours of the morning.
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It was Sunday, filming day for the cover, and Lance woke up feeling the worst he had felt that week. He was aware of his body feeling progressively more sluggish as the days passed, but he gradually grew numb to that same tired feeling he felt everyday. This one was different. His entire apartment was spinning and his body felt like it was being weighed down by a big bag of bricks.
“Whatever,” he told himself, “just complete this dance cover, and you can come back and take a good nap for the rest of the day. This hell week is finally coming to an end.”
While making breakfast, he zoned out while pouring milk into his bowl of cereal that when he snapped back into reality, he found his bowl of milk overflowing. In the end, he barely ate half of it in fear that he would barf. Later, while driving to the filming location, he almost drove past a red light and into a tree. It was fair to say that he really needed sleep.
Lance was thankful that the filming location was at an empty rooftop carpark and he was able to park his car a few steps away from where the team was, because he didn’t think he could walk long distances with the way his head was spinning.
“Lance, your eyebags are seriously popping.” Keith teased, “talk about some authentic Gucci eyebags you have over there.”
“I want to die.” Lance groaned, sitting down on one of the parking blocks in the carpark that they were filming at.
“Are you alright?” Hunk asked, concern evident on his face.
“Nope. This week was hell.” Lance responded, burying his face in between his knees.
“ALRIGHT, TEAM. LET’S START FILMING!” Coran, who was their outfit coordinator and cameraman, announced, “also, here are your Christmas hats and reindeer headbands. Glad to see you all remembered to put on red outfits for today’s cover! Lance, nice Christmas-themed socks.” he said enthusiastically.
Lance looked down at his feet, only now realising that his left sock was red while his right sock was green, and was not intentional.
“Did you really come here in mismatched socks..” Pidge chuckled, standing in position next to Lance.
“Shut up.” Lance groaned.
Dramarama started playing, and Lance’s body followed the music like how a puppet would. He felt like his limbs were just flailing about, but he could do nothing about it.
“LANCE! Your facial expressions are terrible, and your movements are on time but lack any energy! Let’s do this again.” Allura shouted after monitoring the footage, pressing the play button on the music player once again.
Allura was beyond angry when she monitored the second footage, where Lance was dancing visibly worse than before. His movements this time were not even in sync with the song or everyone else.
“Allura, before you say anything, I think Lance needs to sit down.” Keith eyed Lance uneasily. Lance was swaying on his feet, his eyes downcast and focusing on nothing in particular. Not to mention the way his face was as pale as a ghost and there was an unsettling sheen of sweat all over his face and down to his neck.
“Lance? Lance?” Shiro repeatedly called his name, and only after the fifth ‘Lance’ did he show any sort of response.
“Yes? Are we doing it again?” Lance asked, voice almost a whisper that only Shiro could hear, “please don’t make me do it again, I feel like i’m about to keel over..” Lance sounded like he was about to start sobbing.
“Lance, you should sit down.” Shiro said. Hunk was already ahead of him and brought a stool from god-knows-where to Lance’s side. Lance was so out of it that Shiro had to ease him into the chair.
“What’s wrong with him?” Pidge asked the question that everyone on the team was dying to know the answer to.
Shiro put a hand to Lance’s forehead and neck, before checking with his own, “His body temperature is normal.” Shiro furrowed his eyebrows, “Lance. Lance. Can you hear me?” He tried to grab Lance’s attention.
“W-what?” Lance responded a few seconds late, turning to Shiro.
“How are you feeling now? Describe it to me.” Shiro said.
“I’m…..so extremely dizzy. And I’ve never felt this..tired..all my life. I can’t focus on anything and..and…” Lance broke out into tears, “School was so stressful this week, and dancing was so stressful. Did you k-know that I started hating dancing..at one point this week? I stayed up till the wee hours of, of the morning t-to perfect this dance and today I still c-can’t do it right.”
“Stop crying..” Shiro pulled Lance into his embrace and patted his back, like how he would to a sobbing child, “You’ve been working yourself way too hard. Seems like you’re experiencing the effects of a burnout.”
“B-but.. the Christmas cover. We have to do it…” Lance cried.
“No, we don’t.” Shiro turned to Allura, who sighed but gave a nod of approval, “We can reschedule the filming, maybe next week, we might still be on time.”
“Yeah, and I’m sure our fans would want your health to come first.” Coran commented.
“Allura will k-kill me..” Lance was calming down by now, but was still shaking and unable to talk clearly.
“No, I won’t. Things like this happen. I’m sorry for pushing you so hard.” Allura apologised, genuinely guilty for being so harsh to Lance the other day which she figured caused all this in the first place.
“Alright? You heard her. Now let’s get you home.” Shiro said, squeezing Lance’s shoulder.
“I’ll drive him. I just live a few blocks away.” Keith volunteered, already working on supporting Lance out of the chair.
“You didn’t come in a car.” Pidge stated.
“But Lance did, and for some reason he made it all the way here in one piece. I’ll drive his car.” Keith said.
“Please don’t crash it. You know how much Lance loves his car.” Shiro said as he went up to the blue car to attempt to find Lance’s car key to start the car, but was surprised to hear the soft purr of the engine coming from it, “What in the world? He even forgot to turn off his engine.”
“Evidence that he was defintely very out of it.” Keith said, loading the weakened Lance into the backseat before getting into the front seat.
“Take care of Lance!” Coran shouted.
“I will!” Keith responded before closing the door behind him. He turned around to see Lance lying down in the back seat, eyes closed as he slept.
It was a silent fifteen minute drive before Keith heard rustling in the back, and observed from the rear-view mirror to see Lance’s eyes fluttering open.
“Wait, aren’t we supposed to be filming?” Lance said, confused.
“We did film, well, tried. You almost collapsed. You were so out of it you probably don’t remember. You’re overworked, so I’m sending you home.” Keith explained.
“Oh.” was all Lance could reply before he went back to sleep.
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@vldwhumpmas2017 Day 6: Cold/Flu
finally made something for whumpmas 8u8
I tried
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