#@febuwhump

[crimsonlyinglilly]

ALT 7: last words

also for day 28 of Febuwhump.

@febuwhump

DAY 28 was short and this did start as that but the words were cut so it didn’t fit anymore.

Date around 1882

Klaus finds and loses Elijah again.( this is the event that haunts Klaus at the end of Day 22.)

—---

He had left New Orleans for a break, he could trust Marcel to keep order.

He was planning on releasing Rebekah soon, as now it would be clear to her Marcel wasn’t worth her concern since he had chosen Klaus and she would have learnt her lesson.

Besides Finn’s silent and not so silent judgement was starting to get to him and letting Rebekah out instead of Kol, would get him to back off a little at least.

Kol was better in the box where still he didn’t know they had lost Elijah.

He had learned to appreciate Sage at least now, she was excellent at keeping Finn occupied and away.

Finding his brother’s newest life was an unexpected but treasured surprise.

Until it was a nightmare.

He had met him days before and happened to bump into him in the park, Elijah hadn’t known him but the child was quick to warm up to him, it was a tiny glimpse at the person his brother had been before their parent’s betrayal.

Elijah had always been friendly and charming, it had just grown colder after they had changed.

Even so Elijah being so carefree and open made him want to scream, it would have been so easy to pick him up and run.

Klaus likely wouldn’t even feel the weight.

But he hadn’t, it would have frightened the boy and the idea of Elijah being scared of him made him ill.

So instead he had watched as the people who had been watching him closely the moment he had gotten close to the boy called out.

Elijah!

Klaus made a note of the strangeness of the name following him a third life now, but had been distracted by the warm little hand that had grabbed his and shook, bidding him goodbye with a sunny smil.e

He let himself be amused at the idea of his brother’s manners also following him though his lives. 

 He had watched him run up to his new mother, as he was picked up by a new loving father. He had ended up following them, watching for any sign of unhappiness from Elijah as he plotted a way to get the family to move to New Orleans where he could keep watch over him, make sure he was protected and wanted for nothing until they found the missing piece of Elijah's soul and could return him to who he was.

Rebekah and Finn would be pleased and likely stay to watch over him as well, he could even release Kol, his brother’s memories as a witch could be useful in finding the piece of Elijah that had been stolen.

That never happens.

On the third day of trailing them, he sees but is too far to do anything as Elijah is dislodged from his parent’s hands in a busy crowd and stumbles from the path.

Right into the road and the path of a cantering horse and its cart.

Klaus will never forget the sight. The horse and cart not slowing down at all and the ten year old vanishing under it.

Klaus is there within seconds of the cart clearing him, as much as he wants to tear the driver apart, leaving Elijah was unthinkable.

He’s terrifyingly small and fragile as he pulls the body to him, he knows it’s too late he’s seen and been part of enough death to know what the body can survive but he wasn’t letting him die alone.

Even knowing that the words escape him.

“Nononono- brother.” he bites his wrist and pushes it to Elijah’s mouth. “Don’t leave me, i’ve only just found you.” he tells him as the boy swallows some of his blood.

A child vampire isn’t done, it’s cruel and most of them are put down quickly as they can’t control their hunger but Elijah’s here in his hands he just needs a little time.

Elijah smiles up at him when he withdraws his arm and the recognition is those eyes that makes this far more painful. He’s not just comforting a dying child that looks like Elijah, he’s losing Elijah all over again.

Lips part to speak but there are no last words for Klaus as blood stains them with each breath he struggles to draw. He can hear his ribs crack as every breath forces lungs to push against them, the sound was going to haunt him.

“‘Lijah” the name escapes him sounding far too small and weak for him, like the tiny child he once was long ago.

An all too small hand stretches and Klaus doesn’t want to think about how much it must hurt or if the pain had already left him.

But before Klaus can move to catch the hand it falls limp.

The heartbeat stops, and its silence is louder than all the shouts around him.

“Come back.” He pleads, waiting for his blood to do its task, Elijah young and different was fine until Klaus fixed it, he just wanted his brother back.

‘not again’ he thought as the image before his eyes flickered, one small bloodied dark haired boy replaced another and he thought he had Henrik in his arms again, then it changed to the familiar sight of older Elijah still and empty in the coffin. 

“Please ‘lijah.”

He had been decades late when he found the last life of Elijah’s but this was worst, finding him and losing him anyway.

Left with the feelings of him warm and alive and then dying in his arms instead of a painting and a grave.

Elijah doesn’t wake and his new parents manage to break out of their frozen horror to force themselves through the crowd, and fall upon them.

“My boy”

“My baby”

They cry and Klaus wants to tear them apart, Elijah was his, they had no idea the loss he was.

But the open sobs and grief that etched itself onto their very being stopped him.

He bites it back and lets the pair pull the broken child from his arms. It’s harder to stand and step back than it should be.

He wasn’t going to kill Elijah's new family, they got to keep their lives because they had loved him, they would remember him.

He thinks of the woman, one of Elijah’s nieces from his first life after he had lost him, he had brought the sketchbooks from her just to find any and every find stretch of Elijah, brought her a family mausoleum, just so he knew Elijah body, temporary and lesser that it was, rested as it belong.

He’d do the same this time.

None of it mattered when he got Elijah back, he promised himself.

He waits for days watching in the faint hope Elijah would wake, he doesn’t so Klaus ends his 'break' standing on the edge of the graveyard as a small coffin is lowered into the ground.

He doesn’t mention any of it to Finn or Rebekah when he undagger her, doesn’t tell Kol when he shows him the stretch book when he undaggers him much later.

He keeps the happy boy to himself with the memory of a little broken body in his arms.

When he wakes from nightmares he can pretend for a short moment it was only one brother who died like that.

(when Zach looks for photos of Elijah from that life he finds nothing, Klaus had brought them all and hoarded them away, hidden and protected by magic next to the child’s crane he had taken from Elijah’s first coffin after they lost him.

The sketchbook and painting are similarly protected by magic, while the stretch book is also hidden. The painting hangs, clear view, in The Abattoir, Marcel ensured it was magically protected after the Mikaesons fled, with instructions that all his vampires learn it and if any of the see someone who looks like it they are to tell him and make sure he isn’t harmed or endangered.

It partly works as Elijah is recognised when he does return to New Orleans.)

[febuwhump]

FEBUWHUMP 2024 PROMPT LIST

this year's prompts were chosen through a suggestion poll (in which we recevied 2,281 prompts) and a subsequent vote, where over 1,000 people voted for their favourites. the top 29 make up the core prompts, and a mixture of the next most popular - and this blog's personal favourites - have become the alternates

i’m so excited to see what you all create with these prompts, and hope they’re inspiring enough to trigger a whole month’s worth of creativity for you! if you have any questions, please check out the blog's faq before sending an ask, or check out the previously asked questions on the blog!

please note: this year, notifying the blog of completionist status will happen through a google form that will be released closer to the end of febuwhump.

full write-up of prompts and rules under the cut:

FEBUWHUMP 2024 PROMPTS:

DAY 1: helpless

DAY 2: solitary confinement

DAY 3: "bite down on this"

DAY 4: obedience

DAY 5: rope burns

DAY 6: "you lied to me"

DAY 7: suffering in silence

DAY 8: "why won't it stop?"

DAY 9: bees

DAY 10: killing in self defence

DAY 11: time loop

DAY 12: semi-conscious

DAY 13: "you weren't supposed to get hurt"

DAY 14: blood-stained tiles

DAY 15: "who did this to you?"

DAY 16: came back wrong

DAY 17: hostage situation

DAY 18: too weak to move

DAY 19: "please don't"

DAY 20: truth serum

DAY 21: unresponsive

DAY 22: "you weren't meant to be there"

DAY 23: presumed dead

DAY 24: "i'm doing this because i care about you"

DAY 25: waterboarding

DAY 26: "help them"

DAY 27: left for dead

DAY 28: "no... not like this"

DAY 29: not allowed to die

ALTERNATE PROMPTS:

is there a specific day’s prompt you don’t want to fill? here are ten alternatives you can switch them out for!

ALT 1: human shield

ALT 2: "i love you"

ALT 3: found footage

ALT 4: human weapon

ALT 5: cpr

ALT 6: immortality

ALT 7: last words

ALT 8: killing game

ALT 9: lightning strike

ALT 10: last man standing

RULES:

SOFT RULES:

prompts should be answered in the form of whump

creators can produce whatever kind of media they want

you don’t have to complete all the prompts! you can create however much you want to

you can use the prompts after the event ends and can complete them in tandem with any other event

you can post on any platform you want, however this blog will only be sharing those posted on tumblr

if you want to be featured on the hall of fame then you have until the 3rd of March to inform this blog that you completed all the days

if you have questions consult the faq before asking

HARD RULES: (specifically for being featured on the blog)

when uploading febuwhump content to tumblr, please use the tags:

febuwhump (i’ll also be checking febuwhump2024)

the relevant day’s tag e.g. febuwhumpday1, febuwhumpday2…

nsfw (if relevant)

and any trigger warnings that may be important!

you can also tag the blog, @febuwhump

i cannot guarantee your work will be archived on the blog because I have no idea how many participants there will be. a random selection of works tagged in accordance to the rules above will be reblogged every day of february.

[cupcakeslushie]

Febuwhump Day 17: Hostage Situation

The first faces Donnie sees in days, when that wretched helmet finally comes off, belong to his brothers. But before the relief can really take hold, he registers the words playing through the speakers…..

“—just too much trouble to come for you. You understand, right Donnie? You got yourself captured. You can get yourself out.”

“I have to say, the quiet has been nice! Much easier to relax without you around.”

“Who knows, maybe you’ll fit in better with the Purple Dragons! They can get more use out of you than we ever could!”

Part 1 || Part 2 || Next

[nell0-0]

AHHHH! He lost his EYE in the war! AHHHH!

I am perfectly normal about your last comic. I swear. Very normal. Just...not at all sobbing and emotional over it. You should know that. Definitely. ;_;

It's so good and so sad!

Yep ;u;

Glad you liked it tho!

Take the broken mask drawing as symbolism (?). A piece of him is now forever a part of Mask, and there's no taking that back.

There are many protrayals of Fierce Deity out there, but I like to think he ain't necessarily mean (quite the contrary), just a bit out of touch with how hylians work and feel. Fierce Deity deemed some things necessary for Mask's survival and well being, and not necessarily all of them were free of consequences. It was done with good intentions tho. If only he bothered to explain/tell Mask that...

Tormenting Twilight a bit is fun sometimes too ksksks

> Context about the ask HERE

> Twili Twilight looks HERE

> Continuation of this HERE

[la-sera]

I Read too much LU Febuwhump

So, can I draw a whump?

This just happens to match the Febuwhump 2024 prompt day 19: Please don't.

Characters: Legend and Hyrule.

WARNING

TW blood, knife, human sacrifice

I'm

warning

you

Just consider this a nightmare.

Why I like making Hyrule apologize and Legend cry..?

[maesonc-artistic-adventures]

Doodlin

[linecrosser]

Febwhump 2024 - Day 11 - "I love you" (Alt prompt No.2)

Words wispered after a near-death-experience

[frosteaart]

febuwhump day2: solitary confinement - leo trapped in the prison dimension

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[kabie-whump]

♡ Febuwhump Day 18: Too Weak to Move ♡

@febuwhump

Content: Intimate whumper, hand feeding, captivity, hair pulling

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

"I'm back~" Whumper sings as they enter Whumpee's cell, a tray of simple food in hand. "Time to eat."

Whumpee says nothing, but Whumper pays it no mind.

"Brought you good stuff today, dearest. You were so well behaved yesterday I figured you deserve it. Real fruit and everything."

Still nothing as Whumper sits cross-legged on the floor in front of Whumpee. Whumpee is slumped against a wall, chin tucked to their chest, barely noticable shivers wracking their bruised body.

"What, nothing to say? Giving me the silent treatment?"

Silence from Whumpee save for quiet shuddering breaths.

"Rude."

Whumper moves in close, grabbing Whumpee's hair and yanking their head back. They stare at Whumper with half lidded eyes, a faint whimper escaping their throat, but otherwise they don't move a muscle.

"Oh. Did I play too rough yesterday? Do you need me to feed you?”

Whumpee still says nothing, but Whumper can see the flash of distain in their tired eyes. Oh, they hate that idea. Perfect.

"Don't worry, love, I'll take good care of you. Now open up."

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

[strawberry-whump]

@febuwhump altprompt #7 - last words | Doctor Who s01e13 The Parting of the Ways | @whumpbot-brian

writ. Russell T Davies | dir. Joe Ahearne

Christopher Eccleston as the Ninth Doctor | Billie Piper as Rose Tyler

[crimsonlyinglilly]

DAY 26: "help them"

Day 26 of Febuwhump.

@febuwhump

More from Familiar faces, this was meant to be Kol’s pov of the new human Elijah and his terrible tastes in people, instead Finn’s thoughts in the aftermath of his first waking from the box and a brief appearance of little Marcellus claimed Day 26. 

—

Finn had been awake for a few days mostly being avoided by his sibling-remaining siblings, while he relearnt the world, the language he had picked up from the waking nightmare of the box at least but the courtesy and manners had changed so much over his lost centuries.

Rebekah was at least trying to help him settle into the new world he woke into.

He wanted to rage that the lost but his rage had failed as he had seen the look Klaus’s eyes, a yawning grief had hit him when Klaus had explained, when he had looked in the other coffin, Elijah’s still empty body, no dagger to keep him down there was no need for it after all.

He hadn’t expected the hug from Rebekah when she came home to find him, he was never one of her preferred brothers. Still he held her back as she clung to him and ignored that fact he knew she wanted someone else.

It was fair since he had always wished for someone else.

She had insisted on getting him ready for the current era and Finn let himself be dragged away. He had listened to her quick review on everything that had happened since he was first daggered, leaving out much of the centuries directly after their attack by the Five.

Seven centuries, did he even know Elijah after all those years, even as he let Rebekah pick his clothes he watched her to see how much she had changed and did the same with Klaus from a distance.

They hadn’t changed as much as he thought, he found, they were clearly mired in grief, what had happened to Elijah was the closest thing to true death that could harm them besides Father and his weapon. It was sudden, unexpected and had hit them as hard as Henrik’s had eight centuries before.

Still he wanted to see what he had missed from Elijah’s life, Kol was daggered but could be revived with ease, just as soon as Klaus allowed it but Elijah was lost until they managed to find his human life and bring together with the other shard of his soul to return them to his body and complete it.

Klaus had had witches try to find it using his body to no luck so it was likely to take them years if not lifetimes to find wherever their brother had been reborn. So Finn had decided to find a sign of what Elijah had been like before this a had happened by looking through the house he had lived, the place that had become a home.

He avoided the Elijah’s bedroom ever since Klaus had moved the coffin there and the room he was told was Elijah’s office was locked he was planning to ask Klaus for the key later but had chosen to try the rest of the house, there was a library but for all Finn had learned English from his time in the box his ability to read had not been helped.

He opened a door to find a collection of instruments and what he assumed were music books when a young voice called out to him.

“You can’t go in there.” he turned around and then was forced to look down, the child Klaus was raising stared back, the boy Klaus had daggered their youngest brother to protect.

That one was of the few conversations Klaus had decided to have with him since he had undaggered him.

“Why not?” he asked raising an eyebrow, the boy was fearless considering he must know what Finn was and it hadn’t been a year since Kol had apparently terrorised him

“It’s Mr. Elijah’s.” The answer was clear but so was the pain in the child’s voice, Finn was torn between looking in the room and questioning the child more. He had wondered about the child, taking in and raising a child seemed more something Elijah would do, since he had already been becoming a father to Tatia’s son while the last Finn had known Klaus was still scarred by the discovery that he was not Mikael’s blood.

“I’m sorry, I didn't get your name?” he asks the child, he could look into the room later, the child was here now.

“Marcellus,” the boy offered his hand to him, “Klaus gave it to me.” he added proudly.

Finn took it and let the child drag it up and down, manners were more important to one brother than the other he thought.

“Were you close to Elijah?” he asked, not surprised as the boy teared up

“He was teaching me.” Marcellus admitted miserably.

“Before he was-” he paused, unsure how Klaus had explained the situation to a child, “before he fell ill.”

“Before your other brother arrived and his lady friend died.” the child corrected, “then he stopped, Klaus said he would start again after he moved on but-”

“He didn’t get a chance.” he finished.

Kol’s return had caused Klaus to worry about the boy but Rebekah had told him Kol was brought over here in the box so what had caused him to release Kol and how did it involve this woman Elijah had let himself get close too.

Finn was going to have to talk to Rebekah if someone was aware of the issues between them it had always been her, and as the only other one who has been awake she would know about the woman.

“Are you going to help them?” Marcellus asked, suddenly breaking him from his thoughts.

“Help them?” he parroted back

“Find Mr Elijah.” The child looked up at him with clear hope that had Finn aching, if the boy wasn’t turned it was likely they wouldn’t find Elijah until long after he died, even if Klaus did turn the boy, it could be centuries, how much would he remember the man and a half filled promise after that time.

Finn was saved from answering by a shout from below them.

“Marcel!”

“I’m here.” Marcel shouted, not even jumping as Klaus appeared behind him. “I found Mr. Finn going into Elijah’s music room.”

“What are you doing?” Klaus narrowed his eyes as he spoke.

“I wanted to get to know him.” he confessed his hand on the door letting Klaus know which him, he was talking about.

“Alright then,” his brother nodded once before turning hsi attention to the boy, “Marcel.” Finn ignored the strange feeling the sight caused as the boy hung on every word and Klaus was beaming at the child, he had never had much interest in children himself but he knew his siblings hadn’t felt the same. “ We'll get you set up with your workbooks and then I'll watch over Finn to make sure he doesn’t damage anything of Elijah.”

He watched them leave before he took a breath and entered the room.

—-

Part of him is disappointed in himself for expecting the room to suddenly give him the version of his brother he lost, instead he stared at dozens of books he couldn’t read and a mixture of wood, strung and metal instruments he didn’t recognize. 

“He knew how to play all of these?” he asked after a few minutes just staring at them all as he heard the floor crack behind him.

“He’s likely the reason half of these made it to New Orleans to begin with, it was a hobby of his, something to pass the time.” Klaus explained.

Elijah used to prefer dance, he remembered, when they were alive, Finn would stand at the side line or in a hidden corner with Sage and he’d alway be able to find Elijah in a crowd of dancers, be it their siblings or their neighbours, ignoring Father’s warning about getting too close to the wolves.

In the last years it was always with Tatia, or teaching her son to, his attention so focused on them that the rest of the world could have burned and he wouldn’t have cared, Finn had been happy that Elijah had found something like he had with Sage. That he could be a father without triggering her return.

That was meant to have been his brother’s future, instead it was centuries watching his siblings and a room full of instruments.

He supposes playing the music kept others away but still let his brother feel the rhythm.

Elijah had made friends easily, believed in the best of everyone and wore his heart on his sleeve. He didn’t see any problem with raising a child that wasn’t his, because blood had never concerned Elijah.

That was taken from him, Finn had noticed soon after they were changed, after he returned to learn Tatia was dead along with mother. Elijah was distant with everyone besides their family, he viewed all with suspicion. 

In the Martel court Finn had watched during the balls they held, while Rebekah and Klaus danced, Elijah stayed away sitting on the sidelines, he stepped back from interested ladies and men, shutting them down politely but clearly.

He had expected Elijah to return himself as he grew used to the new hunger and learned control, instead the cool, polite but distant man had become all there was.

His brothers were more similar than they believe he thinks as he watches Klaus run a hand carefully across an open book, scribbles to Finn but notes half finished to Klaus, still waiting as if Elijah was just about to return to finish it.

Elijah and Kol had struggled with control over their new thirst the most out of their family but while Elijah fought for every piece of his control Kol revelled in it to ignore what he had lost.

Klaus and Elijah hid their weaknesses behind a front, Klaus’s rage and Elijah’s cool manners.

He doesn’t wonder if he and Elijah shared anything, that was long past and it would likely be a long time before he got a chance to find out again.

[febuwhump]

FEBUWHUMP 2023 IS HERE!

the prompts this year were chosen through a suggestion poll and subsequent vote, where over 350 people voted for their favourites. the top 28 make up the core prompts, and a mixture of the next most popular and this blog’s personal favourites have become the alternatives!

i’m so excited to see what you all create with these prompts, and hope they’re inspiring enough to trigger a whole month’s worth of creativity for you! if you have any questions, make sure to check out the blog’s FAQ, or check out the previously asked questions on the blog before sending one of your own!

please note: this year, notifying the blog of completionist status will happen through a google form that will be released closer to the end of febuwhump.

full write-up of prompts and rules under the cut:

FEBUWHUMP 2023 PROMPTS:

DAY 1: touchstarved

DAY 2: flinching

DAY 3: muzzled

DAY 4: knife to the throat

DAY 5: "that's gonna scar"

DAY 6: secrets revealed

DAY 7: made to watch

DAY 8: panic

DAY 9: voice loss

DAY 10: difficulty breathing

DAY 11: fever

DAY 12: "can you hear me?"

DAY 13: forced to hurt a loved one

DAY 14: captivity

DAY 15: self-sacrifice

DAY 16: semi-conscious

DAY 17: silent tears

DAY 18: can't stay awake

DAY 19: "you deserve this"

DAY 20: knife wound

DAY 21: shackled

DAY 22: can't scream

DAY 23: "you'll have to go through me"

DAY 24: bloody clothes

DAY 25: assumed dead

DAY 26: forced to choose

DAY 27: survivor's guilt

DAY 28: "you're safe now"

SWITCH-OUT PROMPTS:

is there a specific day’s prompt you don’t want to fill? here are ten alternatives you can switch them out for!

ALT 1: rope burns

ALT 2: caged

ALT 3: soft words

ALT 4: experimentation

ALT 5: time loop

ALT 6: limp

ALT 7: immortality

ALT 8: found footage

ALT 9: natural disaster

ALT 10: inferno

RULES:

SOFT RULES:

prompts should be answered in the form of whump

creators can produce whatever kind of media they want

you don’t have to complete all the prompts! you can create however much you want to

you can use the prompts after the event ends

you can post on any platform you want, however this blog will only be sharing those posted on tumblr

if you want to be featured on the hall of fame then you have until the 3rd of March to inform this blog that you completed all the days

HARD RULES: (specifically for being featured on the blog)

when uploading febuwhump content to tumblr, please use the tags:

febuwhump (i’ll also be checking febuwhump2023)

the relevant day’s tag e.g. febuwhumpday1, febuwhumpday2…

nsfw (if relevant)

and any trigger warnings that may be important!

you can also tag the blog, @febuwhump

i cannot guarantee your work will be archived on the blog because I have no idea how many participants there will be. a random selection of works tagged in accordance to the rules above will be reblogged every day of february.

[cupcakeslushie]

Febuwhump Day 9: Bees “Human” Weapon

“Weapon? I have a whole arsenal now!”

I figured I would continue this prompt! Next

Poor Jace is off camera peeing his pants. Like Kendra wasn’t scary enough before she brainwashed a 3-D printer for any weapon imaginable.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Febuwhump - Day 19

Pairing: Dean x reader

Prompt: "Please don't."

Warnings: language, angst, fight

________

Dean didn’t say a word while you packed. He didn’t say a word as you carried one and then two duffel bags out to your car. He didn’t even say a word when you picked up the last bag and headed for the garage.

“Please don’t.” You stopped momentarily in the hallway before continuing forward. “Y/N. You’re really going to leave just like that?”

“You told me to go so I’m gone.” Footsteps followed behind you, Dean grabbing your arm and stopping you. You turned your head over your shoulder, Dean’s head tilted. “You did this. Not me.”

“I know,” he said, his grip loosening. He swallowed, pausing a beat. “I’m not a good boyfriend. I am a dick on hunts. I know how I am and I hate it. I hate being afraid so I get scared and I don’t want anyone to know I am so I get mad. I’m so tired of being mad, Y/N.”

You looked down, his hand sliding down to find yours, interlacing your fingers. 

“Please give me one more chance. It’s not fair for me to learn to change with you. You deserve a better version of me. Give me a chance to get there. But I understand if you can’t do that.”

You still stared at your hands, closing your eyes with a sigh. “You can’t shut me out Dean. Not this time. Understand?”

“Understood.”

“Good. Now help me bring this stuff inside.”

_______

[nartothelar]

wound

- febuwhump - day 5: “that’s gonna scar”

- ingo’s main priority was defusing the situation and not causing panic

- nothing vital was hit

- ingo was gifted 3 baskets of fruit and numerous cards from passengers at GS and the depot agents

[linkiscool333]

@la-sera @across-violet-skies

Link on ao3 should work, here is @hyah-lian beautiful work if not.