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[pretentious-reindeer]

OMG this is always so good each time I read it! I always come back, just to read it again. And I wanted to share it---because I literally love this so much! Also, the absolute DREAD I felt when Lover was bringing Rogue home,

And when they were going down to the cellar... Also, the main focus being from Rogue's POV instead of Whumpee's was such an interesting take on it! It was literally so pleasing to read. Anyway, that's all.

Febuwhump: Day One

Prompt: Vocal chords

TW: steamy kissing? Not really but just in case, non-con body modification, body modification, non-con vocal chord removal implied, obsessive love

“Dun, dun, reconnaissance mission, baum, baum, we’re sneaking around—”

Rogue tightened her hand on her dagger as they walked.

“Badum, dum, we’re spying on bad guys, bum, bum and we won’t get caught. Because we’re too damn skil—”

“Whumpee!” Rogue hissed, grabbing the youngest member of their team and slammed them against the nearest wall. Her eyes blazing as they stared into Whumpee’s wide eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you? Stop fucking singing on missions!”

Whumpee blinked, blushed and opened their mouth, but closed it again. They sagged under Rogue’s hand. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

“Good.”

*~*~*~*~*

“Well?” Leader asked when Rogue and Whumpee walked back into base. “What did you learn?”

“Supervillain recruited Fire Vigilante to her cause,” Rogue said.

Right hand paled. “What?”

Whumpee grinned, a lollipop hanging from their lips which they popped out to say, “you know, that girl who’s on fire! That girl who’s on fire-re-romf.”

Rogue slammed the lollipop back into Whumpee’s singing lips with a snarl. Leader blinked between the pair. They frowned and lifted their finger to point at the lollipop.

“Did you get them that to—”

“It was the only thing that would shut them the fuck up,” Rogue growled. “How about next time, you don’t send me on a stealth mission with someone who knows a song for every single fucking word in the dictionary.”

Whumpee glanced between the pair with wide eyes. “I don’t know a song with the word dictionary.”

Leader had to physically restrain Rogue from jumping at Whumpee who grinned like a cheshire cat. “Rogue, come on. You know you love me. You and me, me and you, the both of us together!”

“I swear to god, Whumpee, that will be the last lollipop I ever buy you if you don’t leave me alone for two days. That’s all I ask! Two days of silence, and no fucking singing!”

Whumpee paused, considering. “Deal. No singing for two days.”

Right hand nudged Medic who stood in the corner like a ghost. “I bet Whumpee can’t go twelve hours.”

Medic smiled, a cold thing. “I’ll take that bet.”

Whumpee opened their mouth to sing Bet on me, from high school musical, but restrained themselves. They could do this. They could not sing for 48 hours. It would be easy.

So easy.

Whumpee coughed as Rogue turned. Her spine stiffened. “What, Whumpee?”

“Does humming count?”

Rogue didn’t answer before she walked away. Whumpee blinked after her, eyes going to Leader. “Is that a yes or a no?”

*~*~*~*~*

Later, Leader found Rogue in her room, laying on her bed, texting on her phone. “Hey, you okay?”

Rogue slid her eyes to Leader. “Yeah. I’m fine. Whumpee just… they just get under my skin.”

“I know,” Leader said. “I’m sorry. I’ll put you on different assignments from now on.”

Rogue sat up a little. “You don’t have to—”

Leader smiled. “Please, let Whumpee and Right hand talk the ears off each other and leave the rest of us in peace for once.”

Rogue laughed. “Okay. Thank you Leader.”

Leader nodded. They glanced slyly at the phone. “Are you texting Lover?”

Rogue’s face went tulip red. She put a hand to her blushing cheek as if to hide it. “No,” she said a little too quickly. “That’s none of your business!” Leader laughed. Rogue threw a pillow at them which Leader caught and threw back.

“How long has it been now?”

“Almost a year.” Leader smiled.

“Have fun,” they said and were gone. Rogue smiled at the door, then back at her phone when she saw Lover had replied.

*~*~*~*~*

“Why isn’t Rogue coming?” Right Hand asked, folding their arms over their chest.

Leader smiled. “Because, she will be going out with Lover so it’s just the four of us for this mission.”

“What is love?! Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more,” Whumpee sang, and this time Rogue actually smiled and rolled her eyes instead of telling Whumpee to shut up.

“Whatever,” she grumbled, but couldn’t hide her smile very well.

*~*~*~*~*

Lover picked Rogue up from the base who was dressed in a flowing red gown, fancy enough for the dinner and the surprise that Lover had prepared afterwards for her. She thanked Medic for helping her with her hair and smiled at Leader as she left, waving back at her family, her team mates, as she let Lover lead her away.

Her newest member of her family.

Maybe.

If all went well.

Lover stopped outside the fanciest restaurant in the city. Rogue looked at him, eyes wide. Lover was rich, that was no shock to Rogue, he had taken after his father and worked in his father’s business. A legacy with a heart of gold. Truly unique.

“Lover…” she trailed off, unsure about the finery of this place. She was scared she would reveal herself to be too brutish, too muscled, too out for her depth, that it would be written all over her face and body.

Lover leaned over the gearbox and caught her chin between his fingers before pressing a tender kiss to her lips. “You deserve the best, Rogue,” he said kindly, his eyes shining. “You deserve better than the best, and I want to show you how much you mean to me tonight. Let me spoil you.”

Rogue blushed. She would have been happy with McDonald’s, but she nodded. Lover got out of the car and handed the keys to a valet before opening her door. Her phone buzzed in her bag but she ignored as she took his hand and followed him into the restaurant.

They laughed and drank and Rogue had to stifle a few moans of pleasure from how delicious the food was. Lover smiled his perfect smile over the table at Rogue and lifted his glass to her. “To many more years together, Rogue, you truly are something special. Probably the best person I’ve ever known.”

“Lover,” Rogue whispered bashful, hiding her face in her hands.

“You are so precious to me,” Lover whispered back. The love in his eyes was too much and too wonderful to be turned on her. “You are badass, and strong, and beautiful.”

“Lover,” she hissed, glancing around the restaurant to see if anyone heard. Lover grabbed her hand across the table, the heat of his hand going straight to her heart and shortening her breath.

“I love you,” Lover said. “And I want to show you how much after we finish this bottle.”

Rogue’s entire face went red. Her mind went to all the things Lover meant by that, her mind going to his delightful bed and his lips. As if he could read her mind, Lover smirked at her over the rim of his glass.

They got the check and went back to Lover’s car.

Lover drove smoothly, passing through the city that Rogue loved with all of her heart. The city she would happily give her life to defend. But Lover drove past the turn to his apartment. Rogue glanced at him in question and he smiled.

“We’re going to the Manor house tonight,” he told her with a twinkle in his eyes.

Rogue smirked at him. “Is that where my surprise is?”

“Now that would be telling,” Lover told her with a grin. Rogue sat back against the seat and hummed.

“So mysterious,” she murmured with a smile on her face. She could barely contain her curiosity, her excitement at how secret Lover had kept this surprise from her. It made a knot in her stomach that pulsed and pounded pleasantly as they drove from the city to the outskirts.

Millionaire’s Row as Right Hand called it once. Rogue couldn’t help but agree as they pulled along the road. It wasn’t just manors, it was full estates with gates and grounds and long stretches of road between each estate. They didn’t pass one for ten minutes as Lover pulled into the one at the end of a road.

Rogue couldn’t hold in her gasp as they drove another five minutes and finally Lover’s “Manor house” came into view. “What the fuck?” She whispered as they drove up the tree lined avenue and rounded a fountain to park in front of the steps leading up to the— “this is a castle,” Rogue said. “Not a house.”

Lover chuckled. “If you say so.”

Lover was around the car and opening Rogue’s door before she could fully comprehend his speed, the wine making her warm and fuzzy and honest. She smiled at Lover as he leaned down and kissed her again.

“God you’re so beautiful in red,” he muttered against her lips. Then he took her hand and they were giggling up the steps, running up them like teenagers. The moment Lover opened the door Rogue pushed him in and slammed him against the wall, leaning up to slam her mouth against his, lipstick be damned.

Lover laughed, kissed her back just as desperate. Just as passionate. When Rogue trailed her hands down his chest Lover grabbed her wrists with a frustrated smile.

“No, we can’t. You have to let me show you your surprise before we continue to dessert,” he said, biting her lip as he kissed her.

Rogue smiled up at him. “Okay, fine. Quickly.”

“So impatient,” Lover chastised as he took her hand and led her through the double doors into the ballroom.

“Holy—”

“I’ll give you a tour tomorrow,” he said as he turned left and went out a door and a hall that led to a set of steps. Rogue halted them at the top of the stairs. Lover glanced back at her, eyes gleaming.

“What?”

“Downstairs, in these heels?” Rogue shook her head and started to undo the straps, slipping them off and leaving them at the top of the steps as she followed him down.

“Are you taking me to a dungeon?” She joked as he led her down and down and down. Lover chuckled.

“It’s the old wine and food storage. They had to dig down into the earth to keep everything cool before fridges.”

Rogue smile lazily. “Wow, history. So sexy.”

“And here we are,” Lover announced as the stairs opened up into an expansive stone chamber. It was cold down here, which made sense from what Lover said. Noticing her chill, Lover took his suit jacket off and slung it around Rogue’s shoulders. She bundled into the warmth as he left her side. “Ready?” He asked.

Rogue blinked into the darkness then hissed as bright lights burned her eyes. She raised a hand to stop the glare and waited for her eyes to adjust. She only let her senses wander then as her eyes adjusted, she could smell it; blood.

It curdled the pleasant knot in her stomach from the drive here.

She lowered her hand and gasped.

Sitting across the room, chained to the ground with thick metal cuffs sat Whumpee. Blood soaked their hair and stained almost every inch of them. Rogue fell back a step, horror painting her features, sobering her up quickly.

“Wh- whu- Whumpee?” She asked with a gasp and then she was running. She sprinted from the exit to Whumpee who was slumped against the wall. “Whumpee?! WHUMPEE?!”

What the hell? What… what was going on?! Is this? Is— “Hey, Whumpee,” Rogue sniffled, checking Whumpee’s pulse on their throat immediately. She sobbed as she felt their heart beat under her fingers.

Rogue took in Whumpee’s black, swollen eye and blood caked mouth and chin. Rogue couldn’t stop crying. “L-Lo-lover, we need— we need to call the police, oh god.”

Oh god.

Oh god. She was going to be sick. And Whumpee wasn’t responding.

Lover was by her side in a second, taking her face in his hands. She sobbed, not caring about her makeup running as Lover leaned into kiss her. She recoiled, eyes wide and wild.

“L-Lover… I need, w-we need—”

“They’re fine, Rogue,” Lover said, pressing a kiss to her temple instead. Rogue couldn’t stop shaking. She frowned at Lover.

“N-no, they’re— oh god the blood.”

“I already had them checked over by a doctor. They’re okay. They’re just healing.”

Rogue nodded. Then blinked, weary eyes going back to Lover. To see his happy, love filled gaze fixed on her. “Surprise,” he whispered, leaning in and kissing Rogue’s neck.

Rogue stiffened beneath his lips. It was as if he had dunked her into an ice bath. “W-w-what?”

Lover booped her nose as he pulled back. “This is your surprise, silly,” he cooed. “I know how much Whumpee’s singing and incessant talking got under your skin, so I fixed them.”

Rogue froze under Lover’s touch that only repulsed her. Lover pulled back again and lifted Whumpee’s head to expose the black stitches across Whumpee’s neck like— like fucking Frankenstein’s monster.

“What— what did you do?” Rogue whispered, hands reaching to Whumpee’s neck.

“I hired a doctor to remove their vocal chords. I know how much you love them, but they would be better if they couldn’t annoy you everyday, right?”

Rogue froze in terror. “That’s how much I love you, Rogue,” Lover whispered, his breath hitting off the shell of her ear that would have sent tingles down her spine five minutes ago. Now only filled her blood with lead. “I don’t want anything to inconvenience you. You deserve better than petty annoyances.”

Oh god… oh god… she… she had to— she had to… she had to call Leader, but she didn’t— she glanced at Lover who stared at her with that adoration in his gaze.

“I know it’s a shock,” he said, bringing her into his chest. She let him. “But I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Rogue couldn’t take her eyes off of Whumpee… Whumpee would never sing again, never speak again if she didn’t get them to a healer straight away… oh god.

Whumpee…

She had to be strong for Whumpee.

“I— love it,” she whispered because that’s all she could manage even if the words tasted like ash in her mouth. “I love it,” she repeated turning in Lover’s arms and wrapping her arms around his neck. His eyes widened in happiness.

“Yeah?”

“Of course I do,” she said and kissed him, though it felt like kissing a statue now. As if she was kissing a corpse with how repulsed she was by him, his lips, his touch his words. She pulled back and put on her best performance. “How about we finish this upstairs? It’s so cold down here.”

And there was probably better reception upstairs.

“Of course,” Lover murmured and with strong arms he lifted the pair of them, a hand hooked under her knees and across her shoulders, cradling into him. She let out a startled laugh that sounded rotten and hollow to her ears. Lover didn’t seem to hear.

She looked at Whumpee over her shoulder and vowed she would fix them. That she would make Lover pay.

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Demonic Possession Emergency Surgery / Febuwhump Day 11

CW: Coma, fatal injury (mentioned), emergency surgery (briefly mentioned), implied/foreshadowed noncon surgery Word Count: 801 I was supposed to write a fight scene between Villain and Hero as an opening scene, but I didn't have enough ideas formed to go off on. Maybe I'll go back and edit the fight scene in—just maybe.

Sister kneeled beside Hero’s hospital bed, her hands clasped the thin bed sheets tightly, and the fabric creased around her fingers. Grief racked her body, and she held back the sob threatening to come up her throat. 

“You idiot,” She whispered. 

Hero was an idiot. He knew he couldn’t take on Villain. He knew. 

Yet here Hero was. 

A shadow of his former self, wrapped upon bandages upon bandages. The emergency surgery didn’t guarantee survival. A high chance of death was evermore prominent. Possibly, inevitable. 

Sister’s teeth gritted against each other, and she held back another sob. She wouldn't cry. Tears did nothing in a situation like this. Tears weren’t enough of a prayer to heal Hero. They wouldn’t bring Hero back from this coma.

And even if Hero survived, he’d need years of physical therapy to recover. The injuries had been too severe, too fatal.

His work as a hero was finished.

Sister's heart clenched, and she knew Hero would be devastated if when he woke up. His heart would break at the prospect of not continuing forth as a Hero. His whole life revolved around hero work. He'd devoted himself entirely to Superhero's cause for years, it'd absolutely shatter his heart, soul, and especially pride if he was replaced by Second Hero.

Which had already happened. Even Superhero had given up on Hero, having given up the number one spot to the second most powerful hero in the city. Technically, now the first. With Hero gone, at least.

A single salty tear escaped and slid down Sister’s cheek. Then a rush of tears slipped past her carefully placed defenses, and it all came pouring out. Her chest racked with sobs, and she had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep herself from wailing. 

Perhaps, God could hear her sorrow. Perhaps he could shine the sun onto the darkness swarming around her chest, perhaps he could ease the aching throbbing in her heart.

Sorrow turned into anger. She hated Villain. She hated that man with every fiber and being in her soul, she hated how easily Villain had tossed Hero aside and left him to die when the rubble had fallen over him, hated how she'd been snuggled up on the couch when the news of Hero's emergency surgery slew across the screen for all eyes to see, she hated-

A sudden pressure closed over her shoulder—a hand. She jolted and a whimper climbed up her throat before she could stop it. “It’s okay,” A gentle voice reassured her.

Sister shook her head and quickly wiped away her tears. She stood up and turned, the gloved hand slipped off her shoulder. 

A man stood in front of Sister. Tall, broad shoulders—a lab coat with the name tag: Myers slid into the chest pocket. 

He offered her a tissue and Sister took it, wiping at the mascara smudges underneath her eyes and across her cheeks. “Sorry,” She mumbled. 

“It’s fine. I understand this must feel terrible for you.”

Sister nodded, numbly. “It does.” 

She looked the man in his blue eyes—deep as the depths of the sea—and something spread throughout her chest.

“I…” Her voice cracked. “I always told him he’d get himself killed. He was always so…”

“Reckless?” The doctor—Doctor Myers—prompted. Sister nodded.

“Is he going to be okay?” Sister asked, terrified of the answer.

Doctor Myers hummed. “I think so.” He gave Sister a smile, and she couldn’t tell if he spoke truth or not. She guessed the later. 

“You should clear your head—get your mind off things,” he suggested. “I’ve seen many patients wither away at their loved one’s bedside. It’s not healthy, and it only makes things harder.”

“You think I should go for a walk...?" And the doctor nodded. "Where would I go?” She asked, misery coating her every syllable. 

The doctor shrugged. “The city?”

Sister mulled it over, and Doctor Myers continued. “I can walk you down the avenue. There’s a popular ice cream spot that could cool—” He paused, considering his words. “—could help clear the fuzz in your head.” 

Sister thought about it, before finally nodding. “I’d like that.”

“Would you?” The doctor inquired, with a raise of an eyebrow.

Sister nodded once. “I would.”

His hands clasped together and he smiled. “Wonderful.”

He gestured with his hand, and Sister walked in front of him. The doctor’s hand rested against the small of her back, and steered her out the room and down the hospital’s hallways.

“Chocolate or vanilla?” He asked, as they stepped into the hospital’s parking lot. He shrugged off his lab coat—revealing an undershirt underneath it—and slung the white material over his shoulder.

“Chocolate.” Sister answered. 

“Good choice,” and the edges of Doctor Myers Villain’s lips quirked up in a wry smile.

Something Sister didn't know. Something the doctors didn't know—yet. Hero needed a new heart.

And Sister was the perfect candidate for the transplant.

Because Villain wouldn't have Hero die on him. No, that'd be too easy. Too merciful.

Villain whistled, leading Sister down an alleyway.

Hero would wake up to a nice surprise.

And a freshly beating heart.

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Bleeding Out / Febuwhump Day 8

CW: body horror, amputation Word Count: 802 I think it could've used more editing, but oh well 🤷‍♀️ I couldn't find a way to end the excerpt more fluidly, lol, so it's a little rough on the edges Please ignore the fact that Hero is conscious even with such fatal injuries. Realism was not my friend in the process of writing this, so let's pretend Hero's superpower has regeneration properties to explain why he isn't incapacitated or unconscious-

“Hero!” Villain shouted. The warning came too late. Hero turned their head just as two shrapnels slammed into them and sent them sprawling off the rooftop and to the ground below.

The impact knocked the breath out of Hero, their spine arching in pain as they were momentarily propelled upward by the force. Their vision blurred at the edges—inviting a welcoming darkness that consumed them.

When Hero gained consciousness once more, the two shrapnels were still lodged in them. One ran through the left side of their ribs which pinned them to the ground, the other… 

Hero’s arms wavered as they tried—and failed—to pry the large slab off of them. The slab dug into their ribs, forcing them to cave underneath the weight pressing down on them. The weight of the block suddenly lifted, the pressure crushing Hero’s rib cage releasing. Villain quickly levitated the rubble above Hero and tossed it to the side, where it landed with a clunk. Hero took slow, light breaths, their ribs aching with every breath—more than ached, they throbbed. Miserably. 

Hero groaned, clutching their shattered ribs. Villain rushed to their side, “Hero! Oh…” Their eyes trailed down the bloody massacre that extended from Hero's ribs down to their leg. Villain's breath hitched, knowing this was bad.

Hero’s head tipped back, agony carved into every line in their face. 

“Breathe.” Villain ordered, and despite Hero seeing two of Villain at that moment, he could make out how pale Villain’s complexion had gotten.

Hero instinctively touched a hand to their sticky forehead, before retracting their hand to see it coated slick with blood. Hero looked at Villain’s beady, black eyes and forced a smile—though it came out more as a grimace.

The smile fell as they lifted their head to look at the phantom pain in their leg. A rush of nausea overwhelmed them. Oh, God… Their leg… It was…

“Hey,” Villain’s hands cupped Hero’s cheeks, and tilted their head up to meet their eyes. “Look at me, okay? I need… I need to make sure you’re still with me. Okay?” Villain tried keeping their voice steady—Hero could tell—but the high pitched wavers in their tone gave it away. They weren't calm. The opposite, actually—Panicked. Their expression so… morbidly uncharacteristic for the usually composed villain. 

“Oh, what’s that look?” Hero's tongue ran through the blood lining their teeth, the metallic taste sliding down their throat as they swallowed the anxiety swirling in their stomach. “Don’t tell me you’ll miss me.”

Villain fumbled in their backpack. “Don’t talk like that,” they hissed. “I’ll fix you.” They pulled out a first aid kit, and Hero’s smile became even more strained—downturning at the edges. 

“Real funny, Villain.” They said, and Villain glared.

“I’m trying to help!”

Hero let out an exasperated sigh that came out more of a shaky exhale. “Put that children’s kit away, Villain.” They closed their eyes and laid their head back against the rubble. “You know there’s no saving me. I’m done.”

“Keep your eyes open!” Villain snapped, and Hero cracked their eyes a little to see Villain pull out something from their kit—something clearly not the typical, standard medical material. 

More like an invention of sorts. 

Villain caught Hero’s skeptical eyes. “What? It has built in mechanisms that will stop the bleeding.” 

Hero held Villain’s eyes with their own—they deadpanned. “Look at my leg, Villain.” 

Villain glowered, glancing at Hero’s leg. 

“No,” Hero said, “look at my other leg.” 

Villain swallowed. They didn’t dare turn their head to see Hero’s detached leg eight feet away from Hero’s body. 

“Shut up and let me help you. You’ll be fine.” They reassured—more to themself or to Hero? Who knows.

They started up the device, the machine making a whirring sound. The claws that circled the end of the contraption vibrated. “Why are you trying to help me Villain? We’re enemies, or did you forget?” 

Villain’s expression pinched in irritation, as they pressed the invention's claws around Hero’s amputated thigh. Hero's heartbeat fastened in pace, beating rapidly against their chest.

“I didn’t… The bomb wasn’t supposed to go off that soon.” Villain mumbled.

Hero raised an eyebrow, grinding their teeth at the pressure on their thigh. “That doesn’t explain anything.” “I don’t want you to die,” Villain admitted, so quietly Hero almost didn't hear. “I don’t kill. I’m not a murderer.” 

Hero stared. 

Villain pressed a big red button on the device. “This is gonna hurt.” That's all the warning Hero got before a sharp jolt ran up their femur, lighting up the marrow of their bone.

A blood curdling scream tore out their throat before they could even think to stop it. It was a mercy when their vision leaked black, and they fell slump against the rubble. Their hand, which had unconsciously latched onto Villain's, fell limp. ---- Tags: @febuwhump @chaotic-orphan

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Alternate Timeline Self In Another Life / Febuwhump Day 7

CW: Death Word Count: 178 This is a short one guys—bitesized.

Hero laid limply on his back, the sun beating down onto his motionless form. Blood spilled out of his mouth, the warm liquid dripping down the sides of his jaw. His eyes, half-lidded and unfocused, stared up at the blinding sun above. His lips, bloody and raw, moved helplessly. 

“God…” He croaked out. “Please… I haven’t… I haven’t done what I need to do.” His eyelids drooped lower, his eyelashes almost touching. 

“No…” He begged.

He wasn’t finished. 

“I need… I didn’t…” His throat failed on him and more blood spluttered out his cracked lips, coating them a deep crimson.

God. He cried out in his mind. Please. I didn’t get the chance to say sorry to Villain. 

Please, God. He pleaded, as his vision darkened at the edges. Give me one last chance… Please.

Hero’s eyes shut, and his conscience left him. His soul dropped out of his body, down, down, down, claws sinking him further and further into darkness' embrace, away from the gaping light of warmth above.

Please. 

In another life— Let me see Villain. ---- Tags: @febuwhump @chaotic-orphan

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Holding Back Tears / Febuwhump Day 2

CW: implied-sui attempt, female whumpee Word Count: 784 I literally dislike this so much but I don't know how to fix it 😭 The writing just wouldn't flow-

Whumpee lifted her hand before knocking on the door twice. The door swung open after a few long seconds. Villain appeared, and shined a radiant smile down at Whumpee. “Oh, hello there sweetheart." Her eyes trailed to Whumpee's clothing. "Oh, my. Aren’t you hot in that turtle neck?” 

Whumpee shook her head. “No… Not at all, I’m only outside for a moment…” Whumpee held up the rope in her hands. “I, uh, I didn’t need… I brought it back.” Villain took the rope from her. “Oh, that was quick. Did it help pulley that box you were telling me about?” Whumpee nodded. “Yeah… Thank you for letting me borrow it… It helped. The box was really heavy.” There was no box.

“I’m glad.” Villain said, studying Whumpee’s shorter frame. “Do tell me if you ever need anything else. I’m stocked up on sugar if you ever need any, you know that right?” Villain spoke, lightly—clearly trying to joke with Whumpee.

Whumpee, in return, forced a small smile, not quite looking Villain in the eye—and Villain caught that. She knew the girl’s reserved nature caused her to avoid interactions with Villain, and, unfortunately, that timid quality of hers hadn’t changed over the years since Whumper and Whumpee's arrival as Villain’s across-the-street neighbors.

Whumpee fiddled with her hands, looking down at them. “Well, would you like to come in, Whumpee? I just took the blueberry muffins out of the oven, your favorite if I recall correctly?”

“Oh... I do… like blueberry muffins.” Whumpee said, glancing upwards. Her nostrils suddenly filled with the sweet aroma coming out of Villain’s home. 

“Come in, then,” Villain insisted, and Whumpee almost obliged. Almost. 

She glanced nervously behind her, back at her house across the street, and hesitated. Her eyes betrayed her hunger, but her mind thought better of it. She shook her head. 

What if Whumper found out she went into Villain's house? They'd surely get mad. And Whumpee knew an angry Whumper only led to more bruises... and more bruises led to more hiding to do. More clothes to cover themselves with, more isolation inside Whumper's stifling home.

“I… uh, I need to get back home.”

“It’ll only be for a second. In and out.”

Whumpee shook her head again, and Villain suppressed a sigh. Why was Whumpee always so guarded around her? No way the girl knew of her villainous affiliations. And Villain had never done anything even remotely dismantling over the years to be so persistently avoided.

The two stood in an awkward silence for a few moments. Until, Villain broke the silence. “Whumpee… Please know that you’re always welcome here. It’s always a pleasure to have you over. And if you want to come in, please go ahead and do so."

Before Whumpee knew it water built back behind her eyes, and she blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over. She shook her head, blinking rapidly.

“Are you sure?” Villain prodded, tone feather-light.

Whumpee’s lips twisted downward, but she simply nodded. 

“Okay…” Villain said, not wanting to push the girl. “Well… I’ll stop by later with some muffins, okay?” 

“Okay,” Whumpee said, quietly. 

“Thanks for returning the rope, sweetheart.” Villain said, and Whumpee mumbled a quiet yup before turning away from Villain.

She walked slow steps down the porch and down Villain’s sidewalk, freshly pressure-washed, with both sides decorated with rows of planted peonies and azalea flowers. Villain always kept her front yard very neat, grass always trimmed proportionately, every weed sought out and disposed of—a deep contrast to the lawn facing Villain’s house. 

Untamed weeds sprouting in multiple different places, long overgrown grass, and the sidewalk barely visible to the searching eyes of others. Whumpee crossed the road and into that lawn, her house, or, well, Whumper’s house. 

She tugged at the fabric covering her neck, scratching at the irritated skin. 

"Whumpee… Please know that you’re always welcome here."

Whumpee swallowed, her eyes watering again. She blinked them back, shaking her head quickly. Whumper hated it when she cried. 

She twisted the handle of Whumper’s house and pushed inside, into the foyer.

Hopefully, Villain would make good on her promise. Hopefully, she’d bring some muffins for Whumpee to eat. Hunger gnawed at Whumpee's stomach. When was the last time she'd eaten? She wasn't quite sure. If Whumpee was lucky, if Whumper was in a good mood, she’d let Whumpee eat a few of Villain's muffins. 

She doubted it, though.

Not after the stunt she pulled with the rope. 

Not with the remnants of its usage still evident around her neck. 

Not with the stool still tipped over in the bathroom.

She wiped her eyes. No. She wouldn’t be getting any muffins that day.

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@febuwhump

@chaotic-orphan You said something about tagging in your comment so I'm tagging you aha 😅 let me know if I misinterpreted though!

Also, sorry this one isn't my best work—the words just wouldn't flow ya know?

[pretentious-reindeer]

Vocal Cords / Febuwhump Day 1

CW: whipping, blood, loss of voice, female whumpee, female whumper (please tell me if there's anything else I need to tag!) Word Count: 2k

Deep eye bags sagged underneath Whumpee's eyes as she tinkered with the toaster on the cool marble surface. She stood over the dining room table, peering inside the machine. The darn thing refused to properly do its job:

Toast.

Well, it toasted, but it toasted too much.

After a week of Whumpee bringing Whumper bagels (she always brought Whumper breakfast every morning) that turned out burnt and black, Whumper finally put Whumpee up to the task of fixing the kitchen appliance. 

Whumpee’s conclusion laid on there being a problem with the timer. The toaster did its job, but Whumpee had noticed that it exceeded a considerable amount of time for a simple toasting. Whumper craved a precisely crispy bagel every morning, and she’d become grumpier and grumpier throughout the days without her bagels. 

With the timer decided upon as the problem, Whumpee set on tweaking the wires inside of the toaster. She wanted to figure out what was happening on the sensory side of things, first, before she moved onto actually moving the wires around. 

She felt like she was making headway, that is until a pair of polished black shoes made a slow entrance into the kitchen doorway. Whumpee didn’t need to look up to know who it was. She could smell his cologne from where she stood.

“Mornin’ Whumpee,” Villain yawned, stretching his arms over his head. 

Whumpee barely offered him the incline of her head as a response, and Villain frowned at the lack of reaction. 

“Bad mood?” He asked, casually—walking, with all the swagger in the world—as he opened up the cabinet and pulled out a glass.

He swung the fridge open, his eyes searching for the orange juice. He tsked under his breath. “Are we out of OJ already? I could’ve sworn…” He let out an aggravated sigh, before pulling out the milk instead.

“It’ll have to do,” he muttered, almost mournfully. He glanced at Whumpee as he poured the liquid into the glass. “How come you aren’t in a good mood today?” 

Whumpee shrugged, keeping her eyes focused on the contents of the microwave, and her hands steady with tweezers as she gently scooted one of the wires over to the side.

Villain’s lips pursed, turning into a pout. “Oh, come on. Did I do something? I have no idea what. I’ve only dropped by twice this week.”

Still no response and Villain’s prodding continued, “I can’t imagine how my two visits this week provoked you.”

Villain walked to the other side of the counter, near the doorway, and leaned onto the marble surface. His elbows propped up on the table as he lazily dangled his glass in one hand. “What’s the matter?” 

Whumpee heard the faint tap of the floorboard and made sure to keep her head down. 

“She can’t talk.” Whumper’s leaning form said from the doorway. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she lazily tilted her head back.

Villain turned his head towards her and smiled in greeting.

“Hello, Whumper. Is she not allowed to talk right now?” He asked, politely. Always polite with Whumper.

Villain might’ve not been Whumpee’s hope and savior in getting her out of Whumper’s claws, but he never expressed pleasure at her suffering—sometimes he’d even go out of his way to minimize it, sweet talking Whumper his specialty. 

Of course. Villain only dropped by a few times a week, he wasn’t always there to calm Whumper and her anger. 

Not last night, at least.

The basement’s jagged floor dug into Whumpee’s knees, as she cowered from the monstrosity in front of them. The whip brushed against the ground, and dread filled every bone in Whumpee's body. Bile clawed up her throat, and she had to force herself to swallow repeatedly to keep the nasty taste down.

Whumper rolled her shoulders, tilting her head up at the ceiling. “Mm… I really need to stretch my muscles out.” She murmured, as her eyes landed on Whumpee’s quivering form below her. “And aren’t you just the most considerately relieving option for me?”

Whumpee didn’t respond, and Whumper cracked the whip down beside her, almost striking her. She flinched, hard. “Y-Yes…” Whumpee hurriedly agreed. 

Whumper’s eyes narrowed, “I think this session will be particularly refreshing for me.” She said, matter-of-fact.

She placed the whip between her thighs, and picked up her noise-cancelling headphones from the singular square table in the corner. Slipping them on, she then fished her phone out of her jean pocket and picked out a song from her Spotify playlist. She held the volume button until Whumpee could hear the faint beat of The Neighborhood playing from the headphones. 

Despite Whumpee’s current, distasteful position, she still questioned Whumper’s music taste. She’d never expected Whumper to be the “Sweater Weather” and “Reflections” type. Actually, she’d never expected Whumper to torture her to the two songs. It almost felt... laughable, in a way. Unserious. Sadistic tendencies paired with indie-extravaganza? This whole situation all felt so wrong to Whumpee. All so horribly wrong.

When Whumper spoke, Whumpee could tell she couldn’t quite hear herself over the headphones by the way her voice pitched upwards, louder. Not yelling, but not her usual medium. “How about we see if I can hear your screams through my headphones, hm? Maybe I’ll stop if your begs are loud enough to reach my ears.” 

She snapped the whip, and smiled darkly—relishing in the way Whumpee jolted.

Whumpee’s stomach flipped with anticipation.  

She knew a long session awaited her. 

Whumpee’s fingers twitched as the unwanted memory forced its way into her mind.

“Oh, she can't physically talk at the moment. Lost her voice after last night."

Villain blinked, and Whumper's smile turned razor sharp. "She begged so beautifully. I wish you would’ve been there to hear her.” Whumper mused. “There were times I could actually hear her through the music.” Villain hesitated. “Music?” Whumpee felt the quick glance he shot at her. She averted her gaze though, perhaps to save herself the embarrassment of meeting his eyes. 

“Oh, yes.” Whumper said. “It was playing quite loudly in my ears. A little flair to our little session, you know?” 

Villain nodded, though the smile he shot her didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah… Flair and all that.”

Whumper smiled pleasantly in response, before her gaze landed on Whumpee. 

Whumpee could feel the heat of her gaze piercing into her very skull. She didn’t dare look up, she wasn’t sure she could with Whumper’s gaze on her like that.

“Whumpee,” Whumper addressed, and Whumpee froze. “Take off your shirt. I want you to show Villain your back.” 

Villain half-expected Whumpee to object—be it silently—but, to his utter surprise, the usually oh-so-defiant Whumpee turned so her back faced Villain and brought her hands into a downward X as both sides grabbed the hem of her hoodie. She hesitated—pausing. Whumper tapped her foot against the floor, impatient at Whumpee’s reluctance.

A memory flashed in Whumpee’s mind.

With the sharp crack of the whip against her skin, Wumpee’s vision leaked black at the edges. 

An icy wave of water poured down on her and she came up sputtering and coughing. Her arms pushed her back up on her knees. Had she passed out?

Her back stung. It stung so bad.

The water reopened the delicate wounds on her back and blood dripped down into the drain beneath her.

Whumper tossed the bucket to the side, the bang it made against the wall resulted in a flinch from Whumpee. It rolled to a standstill, now discarded to the side. 

Whumpee turned her head to find Whumper running her hands through the rough texture of the whip, folding it. Her dark eyes settled onto Whumpee’s trembling form. The music blasting through her headphones all too loud in Whumpee’s ringing ears. 

It felt like an anchor had just hooked around Whumpee’s stomach and was trying to pull Whumpee under, trying to drag her to a pit of despair.

Whumper wasn’t done yet.

Even though she’d passed out. Whumper always stopped after she passed out!

But… she wasn’t done.

How long would Whumper keep this up? What would happen when Whumpee didn’t have a voice to beg anymore?

With that dreadful thought in mind, Whumper spoke, her tone surprisingly even—leveled—not too high, not too low. “Shall we continue, then? You’ve only taken, maybe, fifteen lashes so far… If that." She pondered something for a moment. "Perhaps, you should count? Hm... I think you should. And be loud about it, okay? If I can’t hear you then I can’t know if you’ve counted correctly.”

The anchor pulled Whumpee’s stomach even lower, and Whumper continued speaking, "I barely heard you last round. And you know I like you vocal. So, try to be better for me. Alright, darling?”

Whumper smiled a cold smile down at Whumpee, her eyes glinting with something cruel and sadistic as she stared into Whumpee’s wide eyes. She took note of Whumpee's speechlessness, the way her lips parted halfway.

“Let’s start again.”

Whumpee’s mouth went dry, the anchor dropping her stomach impossibly lower. “Wait, wait, Whumper-” 

With a hard flick of her wrist, Whumper uncoiled the whip. “Whumper, please! D-Don’t- UGH!” The whip cracked against Whumpee's spine, and her back arched against the pain. Blood splattered on the floor and wall next to Whumpee. Her eyes watered as she focused on the built-in drain in front of her. Her blood would soon be flowing down its pipe. The thought made her stomach churn. “Count.” Whumper commanded, and Whumpee rushed to obey. 

“One!” 

But Whumper just whipped her again. “I can’t hear you, Whumpee. Again. Count.”

“Whumper, please-” She begged, but to no avail. Because as the whip snapped against her back once more, eliciting a strangled scream from Whumpee’s lips, she knew it was no use. 

Whumper couldn’t hear her. 

Whumpee blinked, the fresh memory fading. Her fingers twitched at the hem of her sweatshirt, her hand trembling in anticipation. She bit the inside of her cheek, before pulling her sweatshirt over her head—her criss-crossed arms coming up from their intersecting X-shape and vertically parallel over her head. 

She lowered her hands at her sides, hoodie held in one hand—letting it partially drape over the floor. Whumpee’s grip tightened on the hoodie when she heard the barely-audible gasp escape Villain’s lips.

Whumpee hadn’t gotten the honor of seeing the massacre done on her back, but she already knew it was bad. Flesh still torn and mangled—raw. She couldn’t even sit down in a chair, or put any pressure on her back without the risk of the tender wounds opening back up again. Her back throbbed constantly. If it weren’t for the painkillers pumping in her system at that moment, she could confidently say she wouldn’t be standing at that moment.

If she moved too much the wounds would reopen and bleed. After all, the only treatment Whumpee had done was standing with her back to the shower as the water poured down on her at the lowest possible setting. The blood had been endless, running down her body and into the drain. 

Villain cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. “I wonder… What Whumpee could have possibly done? To… deserve this.” 

Whumper shrugged. “I just felt like it.” 

Whumpee’s hand, holding her hoodie, twisted into a fist.

Whumper waved a dismissive hand at Villain’s silence. “Whumpee has a tendency for talking too much, wouldn’t you agree? And after my session with her, it’s a guarantee that her voice won’t be coming back anytime soon. So, honestly, just enjoy the silence while it lasts. It's a blessing, really.”

Villain forced a smile, keeping his voice light. “Right. Peace and quiet.”

“Right.” Whumper said, pleasantly. “Right, Whumpee?” She added, and Villain’s smile twitched. Whumpee just nodded in response.

That’s all she could do, right? 

The silence was deafening. 

“Well,” Whumper wiped at invisible dust on her pants. “I’m heading to the store. Is there anything you need, Villain?” 

“OJ, please.” He requested, politely. 

Whumper nodded, slipping her coat on and grabbing her purse from the dining room table—placed next to the broken toaster.

“Alright,” She grabbed her keys off the hook, “see you in twenty.” 

The click of the door sounded and for a long moment Villain and Whumpee just stood there. After a minute, though, Whumpee went to put her hoodie back on, lifting it over he head. Villain stopped her.

“Hey…" He started, surprisingly gently. He cleared his throat, "what if I bandage that up for you?” The offer was... unexpected.

On normal circumstances, Whumpee would’ve refused his help. But… She couldn’t bandage herself up. So, instead…

She nodded.

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@febuwhump

[pretentious-reindeer]

My Favorite Tropes of All Time

Hello and welcome to my introduction of my favorite tropes ever! 

Brief Whump List (If you don’t want to read my rambles aha-)

Superpower whump

Lady whump

Hero/Villain whump

Team whump

Whump

I’m totally not gonna keep adding onto this list as I discover more whump tropes 😀

Favorite Kind of Whumpees 🤍:

Female Whumpee (though, I totally don't mind male Whumpees, and all that- female Whumpees are just a preference)

Superpower Whumpees

Along with Whumpees who have superpowers, I love hero/vigilante/sidekick Whumpees as well.

I like Whumpees who either were willing to forgive until the end, or weren't willing to forgive until the end.

I also like comic-relief Whumpees

Defiant whumpees

Stubborn whumpees

Sarcastic whumpees

Lying whumpees; Whumpees who lie to save their own skin

Favorite Kind of Whumpers 🖤:

Whumpers that are impulsive- I lowkey just enjoy the random bursts of ideas that bubble up out of nowhere from a Whumper. They are just itching to test out a new method on Whumpee. Or, like, Whumper’s who are impulsive emotionally. Out of nowhere they just… explode 💥 

Also, like, Whumpers whose anger just makes them black out, and then they are looking down at their hands and see Whumpee’s blood…  mmm that’s a kiss on both cheeks! (I’d like this with switched roles as well! Whumpee’s anger making them black out, and doing something they regret)

Whumper with explosive sadism

But! At the same time, cold and calculating whumpers are sooo fun to read too-

Whumpers who have a personal vendetta against whumpee

Sarcastic whumpers

Lying whumpers; Whumpers who lie to give whumpee false hope

To be honest, I’m not very picky on Whumpers and their personalities. I’m not the biggest fan on weirdly intimate whumpers. But, other than that, everything else is good 👍

Favorite Kind of Tropes/Scenarios 💚:

SUPERPOWER WHUMP! ❤️

Or like Superhero whump 🌹

SUPERPOWERS! Fight scenes using SUPERPOWERS. The scenarios are endless! 

Whumpee trying to fight against Whumper but not being strong enough

Whumpee trying to fight against Whumper but not being strong enough.

Whumpee's power being used against them.

In contrast, Whumper using their own power against Whumpee

Whumper putting Whumpee in arranged fights/brawls with the supplemental usage of superpowers. 

Whumper forcing Whumpee (a hero/vigilante/sidekick) to commit acts only a villain would. 

Superpowers with side effects

A whumpee who doesn’t have superpowers but manifests them during a high-stake situation or the brink of death as a sorta survival awakening

Superpowers that make whumpee or whumper’s state of mind different (more insane, or more sadistic, or just… there’s something that’s released in their brain, adrenaline, a release of endorphins or dopamine… overstimulation, brain going into overdrive, hyper-sensitivity… blood lust, a state of euphoria…)

Whumpee who can’t control their superpower(s) [to the point they are a danger to society]

Restrained Whumpee wearing a power suppressant as Whumper dangles a loved one in front of them; bonus if Whumper kills said loved one using their power; double bonus if Whumper makes Whumpee beg for Lover’s life and still kills them; triple bonus if said Lover’s blood splatters on Whumpee’s face

Whumpee losing control over their power

Generally, any scenario with the usage of superpowers-

(Literally ANY superpower related trope in whump!)

(Super)hero / (Super)villain whump! 🦸

(kinda co-existent with superpower whump but with given-roles) 

Reformed hero / villain

Villain forcing Hero to be their sidekick

Villain and Hero having to team up to destroy a greater evil (Supervillain, maybe)

Literally any of the tropes listed in superpower whump but with these roles involved:

Superhero(s) or Hero(es)

Supervillain(s) or Villain(s)

Hero/Villain Sidekick(s)

Leader(s), Vigilante(s), Rogue(s), Teammate(s), Medic(s), Caretaker(s), etc… a hero/villain team whump in a way. 

With team whump in mind…

TEAM Whump!! ☎️

A Leader is forced to submit to Whumper (or a villain) on the condition for Whumper to spare their team.

Public displays of degradation towards Leader in front of the team. 

Power imbalances within the team.

A strong Whumpee or character begging Whumper not to kill their leader/captain.

A whole team getting captured

A team being held in the same room, but in different cages 

Whumper torturing Whumpee in front of the team

Whumper branding Whumpee in front of the team

Revenge Whump 

Or just prompts that could evoke a sense of vengeance to arise within Whumpee. 

Vengeance. I like tropes where Whumper hates Whumpee because Whumpee took something away from them [that Whumper loved].

Or! If a relative of Whumpee's is the one Whumper hates, and Whumper takes out their anger and vengeance onto Whumpee instead of their relative. 

Do you one better. Whumpee does something and feels guilty and regretful, and starts thinking they deserve the pain that's happening to them.

Or! Whumpee begging Whumper not to kill their lover. And… after all that begging, Whumper still ends up killing their lover. Or, perhaps, they torture Whumpee’s lover so bad that Whumpee ends up begging for Whumper to kill them.

Whumper taking everything away from Whumpee. Literally, everything away from them. All because Whumpee made them mad. 

Maybe, a reverse-scenario: Whumpee taking everything away from Whumper

Whumper holding a loved one of Whumpee hostage and making Whumpee work for them

Randoms

Meaning, it’s not a specific topic, but like maybe methods of whump. 

Whumpee begging Whumper not to kill their lover or a loved one. 

Impalement (not TOO descriptive though); Whumpee being impaled, but not on purpose—perhaps an environmental impalement. Or caused by an external factor, like an explosion.

Kicked while on the ground

Hair… Hair pulling, yanking Whumpee’s head back by their hair, cutting Whumpee’s hair, dyeing Whumpee’s hair

Forced to pick/choose… who dies, what weapon to be tortured with, their punishment… etc. 

Spy whumpee that gets captured / discovered

Flash-Fiction Randoms

These are just 1-3 words a piece, lol. No particular order. Written off the top of my head. 

[❗️just means I like the trope a lot, and ‼️ means I really really like the trope]

Starvation

Asphyxiation

Whipping

Bloodlust 

‼️Explosions

City Demolition

❗️Speechless

❗️Betrayal

Degradation

❗️Regression

Mind Control 

Brainwashing

Electrocution

Bad Caretaker

Inexperienced Caretaker

Caretaker turned Whumper

‼️Unconsciousness / Fainting

Ugly Crying

‼️Ugly Crying + Mascara

Sensory Deprivation

❗️Flinching

Forced to watch

Self-Sacrifice

Weapons

Branding

❗️Branding + Tattoos

Lying

Defiance

Revenge

Justice ⚖️

Conditioning / Training

Power imbalance

Recapture

‼️Losing control

Promises

‼️Unkept promises

[pretentious-reindeer]

Introduction

Hii! Please call me Niko :) I've been reading posts in the Whump community for over a year now. I've debated making a blog multiple times, and finally decided on getting around to it and giving it a try- I'm totally new to the writing aspect of the whump community, but am hoping to meet other people on here to share writing with! (And I really just want to make some writing friends, in general). And while I don’t have any writing posts yet, I plan on posting a few drabbles soon and participating in the February calendar event!

Some tropes that I like are:

Female Whumper / Whumpee

Hero x Villain Whump

Literally any superpower-involved trope ever!!

Power imbalances

Positions of authority (Leader, Superhero, etc...) being degraded 

Defiant whumpees

Recapture

Begging until the inevitable [pain]

& soooo many more, composed here -------> My Favorite Tropes of All Time

Anyway, just wanted to say hi!!