#Cold whumper

[chaotic-orphan]

June of Doom, day Twenty-three:

How many fingers am I holding up: poison // rash // double cross

General warning: this is a little dark so please heed the warnings

CW: betrayal, double cross, poison, heavy emotional Whump, death, forced submission, supervillain whumper, lady Whump, emotional whump, knife mentioned, death (explicit), blood, team whump, plans going wrong, cruel whumper, intimate Whumpers, multiple whumpers, venom, immobilisation, multiple whumpees, unable to move, loss of trust

*~*~*~*~*

Leader stared at Villain with her arms folded across her chest, an eyebrow cocked at Hero as he explained the reason for Villain being there.

“So you see…” said Hero, wringing his hands together in front him, “without Villain, we wouldn’t’ve made so much headway on the case so quickly.”

“You’re telling me you told this arsehole everything about the case?” Medic demanded hotly, stepping towards the pair across from them, but Leader shot a hand out, wrapping it around their arm. Medic looked down at Leader’s hand, then stepped back again.

Hero looked ashamed. No, Hero looked like some lost puppy getting scolded, but Leader didn’t force a smile onto her face trying to put him at ease. He made his bed, now he has to lie in it.

“This was classified information, Hero,” said Leader, eyes drifting to the Villain leaning against the wall beside him. Villain looked so out of place in the Heroes base. Too dark, too brooding, too sad.

“I know,” said Hero, apologetically. “But Villain knows Supervillain so I thought—“

“You thought you’d get all of us in trouble and let us be vulnerable to attack—“ Leader said, and Hero shook his head, protesting no but Leader continued all the same as if there was no interruption. “—from the first source who said they’d help you? That’s naive, Hero. Even for you.”

Hero stepped forward, pleading, “Villain hates Supervillain, okay? They don’t want to work under them but they have to because if they don’t Supervillain will go after everyone they care about!”

“Which now includes you,” said Charming, piping up for the first time since Hero arrived with Villain in tow. Charming was sitting against the table, hands in their trouser pockets, casual and cool.

Hero’s eyes went from Leader’s to Charming’s then back again, and they let out a resigned sigh. “Yes… look, Villain’s risking their neck for even helping me this far. And more importantly—“

“I’m in Supervillain’s inner circle,” said Villain, pushing off the wall and standing tall, taller than Hero, expression neutral. “I know what they’re planning, and I know it’s going down in three days. Do you want to keep arguing about my involvement or do you want to save the city?”

A silence fell following Villain’s monologue. A silence broken by Charming who shrugged, glancing back at Leader.

“I trust Hero,” said Charming, glancing back at Villain. “I trust his judgement.”

Medic scoffed, throwing their hands up, “you can’t be serious!”

Charming’s eyes went to Leader’s in reply, waiting to see who’s side she’d take. Leader just looked at Villain, tilted her head to the side and asked: “why do you want to stop Supervillain? If you’re in his inner circle, surely he trusts you.”

Villain let out a humourless chuckle, saying, “Supervillain doesn’t trust anyone. I’m just double crossing him before he has the chance to do it to me.”

Leader let out a huff of breath through her nose, then turned to the map table of the city. “Tell us everything you know, Villain.”

The rest of the team joined Leader at the map table, Medic letting out a huff before begrudgingly joining beside Charming at the opposite side. Villain pointed to the docks, warehouse thirty six.

“Supervillain said he’s importing Viper Venom on the 11.30 ship from Eastport.”

“There’s Vipers in Eastport?” Charming asked, raising their eyebrows across the table at Villain who shook their head.

“Not actual Viper Venom, it’s—“

“A paralytic drug,” said Leader.

Villain nodded. “Exactly.”

“How do you know about it Leader?” Hero asked.

Leader worried her bottom lip between her teeth and said absently, “Detective told me about it. It’s been popping up in a lot of recent heists. Guards and Officers alike paralysed with this drug while they’re robbed blind. I didn’t know Supervillain was connected to all this though.”

“He is,” said Villain, “I’m sure of it. He was real smug when he was telling us too, gloating about how long he kept us in the dark.”

“But if Supervillain gets his hands on more Viper Venom, then what’s to stop him from taking control of the city?” Medic asked.

The questioned lingered stale in the air, hanging heavy for a moment before Hero said, “nothing.”

“I’ll call detective. Have them make sure the docks aren’t being patrolled that night, we want to catch Supervillain in the act or this isn’t going to work,” said Leader, eyes snapping to Villain’s. “Will you be there to get the shipment?”

“Yes, a couple of us will be… including Supervillain.”

“Good. I need you to put on the show of your life.”

Villain nodded. “I can do that.”

“Good. Charming and I will be the first ones in to make the arrest with Medic and Hero coming around the back. I’ll tell detective to keep their men out of the docks that night so there will be no further casualties. Supervillain won’t get away this time, alright?”

A chorus of Yes ma’am, and Leader smiled. Finally. Finally they had the drop on Supervillain. It felt… intoxicating. Just the thought of putting that maniac behind bars.

*~*~*~*~*

The shipment was in the warehouse. Supervillain, Villain and another of Supervillain’s generals were inside. Leader had ordered Villain to take out the other general when they ran in and Villain agreed much to Hero’s protest.

So when Leader and Charming rounded the corner, Leader screaming for Supervillain to put his hands up, Villain attacked. They went straight for the Other Villain’s wrist which was reaching down to draw their gun from it’s holster.

Villain snapped their wrist back and flipped Other Villain over their shoulder, twisting their wrist harshly until there was a crack then the cry of agony. Villain picked Other Villain’s gun up from the ground, clicking the magazine free and thumbing out every bullet. They kept eye contact with Supervillain the entire time bullets pinged to the concrete floor.

Other Villain tried to attack again, pawing uselessly at Villain’s leg. Villain shook them off, then dropped their knee to Other Villain’s chest and pistol whipped them across the temple. Other Villain went silent, and Villain got to their feet, coming to stand beside Leader.

“Betrayed by my favourite pet,” said Supervillain with a grim smile. “I do love a double-cross. I suppose I should be proud that I at least taught you to be ruthless.”

“I’m not yours anymore,” said Villain, keeping their tone neutral. Supervillain’s eyes went to Leader’s then back to Villain’s.

“No. It seems you’re someone else’s dog now.”

Leader stepped forward, hands raised threateningly towards Supervillain. A glove of blue fire engulfed her arms, ready to let loose in an instant.

“On your knees,” Leader hissed. Supervillain obeyed, much to Leader’s surprise.

It must have showed on her face because he put his hands out in front of him with that same coy smile. “I’m not ready to die, Leader, and I won’t give you a reason to kill me. You heroes have rules, no?”

Leader lowered her hands, fire still burning around her fists. She nodded to Charming, who said: “with pleasure,” and cuffed Supervillain with power dampeners. The simple white cuffs glowed a faint blue around Supervillain’s wrist to show they were activated.

Only then did Leader call, “it’s clear,” to Hero and Medic who followed them in from across the warehouse. Hero’s eyes were on Villain who just smiled at them.

Leader didn’t notice because they were walking towards the new crate in the lot, grabbing a crowbar that was strewn on the ground and prying the wooden crate open. Charming was beside her and they both peered down to see… an empty crate.

“No,” Leader said, their heart dropping as she ran to the other crate. Hero and Villain went to the open crate and looked down.

“Wait, what?” Hero asked. Villain turned back to Supervillain who was grinning on their knees a little away from the group. They hadn’t moved. Another creak and a groan from wood being forced open and a snap and a clang and Leader said: “no. No. No! Where is it?!”

“Where’s what?” Supervillain asked. That smug little shit. Villain had crossed the distance and grabbed them by the collar of their shirt, shaking them.

“Where’s the viper venom?!” Villain demanded. Supervillain’s eyes shined cruelly up at Villain.

He tilted his head as he said, “you really thought I didn’t know about your little mutiny, Villain? I’m impressed you had the balls to go through with it, but I’m sure I can forgive you. Given time. Your hero friend on the other hand… well…”

“Leader?” Hero asked and Villain turned around again to face the group. Leader’s hands were shaking, her fire sputtering and coughing before being snuffed out with a hiss, as if water was poured on her.

“What?” Leader asked, breathless before she fell to her knees and stiffened unnaturally. Paralysed. Villain’s eyes went to the crowbar and yelled to Hero in warning: “the crowbar! Don’t touch it. It could have been poisoned.”

“I didn’t poison the crowbar,” said Supervillain a smile in his voice. Villain felt their hands shaking next and they looked up in horror to see Hero fighting gravity but being forced to their knees, their legs buckling beneath them.

Villain stepped forward, trying to reach them and fell to one knee with a grunt. They pushed up on their hands and knees, reaching out to Hero before their limbs failed them too and they fell to the ground, their hand still reaching for Hero.

“I did,” said Charming and Villain’s blood ran cold. They tried to move their arms. Their legs, anything, but they couldn’t… couldn’t… their body was shaking with the effort to fight. Fight! “Not just the crowbar. The crates too. Had to be thorough.”

“Charming?!” Leader cried, her voice shaking in disbelief.

Villain felt hands on them and suddenly they were righted, no longed kissing the concrete and placed against a crate. They saw Leader was righted as well.

“Don’t want you all to miss the show,” said Charming with his handsome smile. Charming walked over to Supervillain and undid the power dampeners around his wrists freeing him while the team watched in horror as Charming helped Supervillain to his feet.

Villain saw Medic poke their head around a crate beside Leader, eyes widening but keeping their face neutral. Leader seemed to realise as well, while Hero drew Charming’s attention to him.

“You… you’re the viper? But… but… how?! You have the gift of persuasion not poison. Why? You’re part of us. You’re part of the good guys, you—“

Charming just chuckled. “I have the powers of a snake, Hero. Charming, beautiful and deadly. I just kept my other gift a secret from you all.”

“This whole time you were the Viper,” said Leader, breathless. “There is no venom is there? It’s just you. Your power. You’re Supervillain’s mole.”

“So quick on the uptake, Leader,” Supervillain praised, shows clacking through the warehouse as he approached Leader and crouched down in front of her. He grabbed a lock of stray hair and put it behind her ear while she sat there, useless and unable to stop him. “You were a worthy adversary I must say. Turning my general against me.”

“Looks like you did the same,” Leader spat.

Supervillain let out a dark chuckle. “I guess we both had the same idea. The only difference is that I would never underestimate you… but no matter. You’ll all learn soon enough to trouble of crossing me.”

That’s when Medic pounced. They ran out, going for Supervillain. One touch. That’s all they needed. One touch to render Supervillain useless and free everyone.

A spray of blood hit Leader’s face and they gasped, trying to turn their head away but they couldn’t. Their head stayed staring at Medic as they reached up to their throat, clawing at the deep open gash. Gasping on nothing and choking on their own blood.

“MEDIC!” Hero howled, a shrill gut wrenching sound as Medic fell to their knees beside Charming who held Leader’s dagger in his hand. Soaked in blood. Medic’s blood. Leader wanted to reach out, to hug them, to hold them, but they couldn’t and Medic watched with wide eyes begging for Leader to help them.

I can heal from nearly anything, Medic had told her when they joined the team.

Nearly everything? Leader asked. Medic nodded.

Anything immediate or a quick death, I don’t think my powers could kick in in time. But pretty much anything else.

Leader pleaded for them to be wrong at that moment. They could still do it. They could still survive this. Charming grabbed Medic’s chin, tilting their head up and drove their dagger to the hilt through Medic’s eye. There was a hideous popping sound, followed by another splatter of blood as Charming drew the dagger back viciously and let Medic drop to the concrete as if they had never shared a meal together.

“Heal from that,” said Charming darkly and Leader’s entire world froze. Medic’s body hit the concrete with a lifeless thud, blood pooling from their body and reaching Leader’s fingers. Their hands covered with the sticky substance of Medic’s blood.

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Hero wailed. “I’M GOING TO STRIP THE FLESH FROM YOUR BONES!”

Charming ignored Hero and turned to look down at Leader who’s eyes were still trained on Medic’s lifeless form, willing them to get up. To move. To save it was a bad prank and to… to…

Tears poured thick over Leader’s cheeks, sniffing back snots and forcing her body to move. To hold Medic. To do something! Something!

Charming crouched down too beside Leader, taking her chin in his hand and forcing her to look at him. Except it wasn’t Charming. This evil, emotionless thing wasn’t charming. It was the Viper. Supervillain’s second in command that stared through familiar eyes at Leader and mercilessly wiped the dagger on Leader’s shirt.

“I’m going to kill you,” Leader whispered, no. Leader promised. Vowed. Her body shaking, trembling and cold and still unmoving. Not a single nerve listening to her brain’s commands. “I’m going to kill you,” she said again, her lip trembling.

Charming grinned and said, “no. You won’t. You won’t get the chance, but I’ll let you try. You’re coming back with us anyways, can’t risk you running to you little detective and spilling the beans.”

Charming stood them, dropping Leader’s chin. Supervillain was the one who touched her next without her permission, his index and middle finger going to Leader’s wrist holding her pulse point gently.

She felt her brain go foggy, her mind muddling. Thoughts rolling and turning over each other into one big messy blur.

Before she lost consciousness she saw Charming standing a little away from her with a smile, his hand raised, asking: “hey leader,” Charming said, voice too far away, the world swirling in Leader’s eyes. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Then the darkness swallowed her and Leader passed out in the hands of her enemies.

[whumpy-bi]

Bingo: Non-Con Drugging

From @a-crumb-of-whump’s interrogation bingo card!

Warnings: restraints, non consensual drugging, cursing, captivity, mentions of electrocution, needles

Words: 498

Whumpee had been alone for a while now, nearly managing to fall asleep in the silence despite being strapped to a metal table. The soldiers had finally left some time ago, after what seemed like hours and hours of the same cycle—they would ask her a question, wait for an answer, and begin using the chair’s systems to electrocute her for minutes on end before they’d ask again.

She’d kept herself quiet the entire time, gritting her teeth and grunting through the pain. She kept an echo in her head, repeating it nonstop. Don’t let them see it hurts, don’t give in. Once you let them in, they’ll never stop.

Whumpee winced as the door opened again, reluctantly opening her eyes as a newcomer approached the table. Based on his uniform, she guessed he was a higher ranking officer.

The officer stared down at her briefly, looking through the recorded logs on the side of the table. He spoke aloud, presumably to the cameras in the room that had been rolling throughout the interrogation.

“This is Whumper, giving an initial report. Whumpee has refused to comply with any questioning thus far, showing clear defiance and resistance to routine questioning…”

Whumpee finally spoke up, rolling her eyes. “‘Questioning’, right, it was torture—“

Whumper continued on, as if he didn’t hear her. “I have been given express permission to advance the techniques for this prisoner…good, that’s good.”

Whumpee found herself tugging at her restraints automatically. “What—what does that mean? What are you doing?”

Whumper finally seemed to hear her, pressing some buttons on the console. He answered matter-of-factly, clearly very unbothered. “Just trying a new method of persuasion, that’s all. Unless…you’d be willing to answer our questions now?”

“Fuck off.”

“Right, as expected…” He pulled a switch, and a robotic arm extended from the console. Whumpee’s eyes went wide as she spotted a syringe attached to it, immediately beginning to squirm as it came closer.

“I’d advise you not to move, miss. It’ll hurt more.”

Despite her fury and terror, Whumpee froze, and held still as the robotic arm injected whatever it was into her system.

“What did you just do…?” Despite her best efforts, Whumpee’s voice cracked as she looked up at her new interrogator.

The smug bastard was smirking. He addressed the recording once more. “Administered interrogation drug number one, expected to take effect in a few seconds…” His smirk grew as he looked down at her. “Feel anything?”

The drug hit Whumpee in a moment, making her entire body feel loose and heavy. Her eyes glazed over a bit, her mouth clumsily opening and closing a few times. Whumper leaned in closer, seeming to inspect her eyes for something. “Good…there it is.”

He clapped his hands together, the sound vaguely startling Whumpee. She noticed that everything began to feel…more distinct, more abrasive. Even the air around her felt like too much.

Whumper’s voice cut through her ears like a knife.

“Let’s talk about Caretaker, then, shall we?”

[otherworldly-whump]

Returning Home

Whumpee finally escapes. Or were they let go? They honestly aren't sure which. All they know is that they finally got everything they wanted, they're free. But something is wrong. It turns out whumper might have been right. The world is just a bit too big for them. It's scary, dangerous... overwhelming. Whumper was right when they warned them outside was actually less safe. Less comfortable. Less kind. Suddenly whumpee isn't sure they want to be free. Maybe whumper is keeping them safe after-all. Before they know it they find themselves back where they'd just escaped, on their knees in front of whumper. Words pour out of their mouth, begging and sharing and emotional dumping, and just pleading, pleading whumper to take them back in, where it's calm and quiet and there's simple rules, with simple results. They'll do anything. They're so so so sorry they left. They're sorry they didn't listen It had just gotten too much, it hurt too much, and they just wanted to stop hurting. They didn't mean to leave, they didn't mean to put themself in danger. They just couldn't handle all the feelings anymore. Please all they're asking for is a little more kindness and they'll stay forever. They'll do anything, anything, whumper wants.

Whumper watches them, cold, expressionless, for almost half an hour. They listen to whumpee plead and sob and cry until their throat is sore and their mouth is dry. And then slowly, they nod. "Welcome home whumpee dear. Of course we can be more gentle, if you finally understand your place. I only ever was correcting you to keep you safe like I told you. If you're finally willing to learn better, it's wonderful to have you home."

That night, for the first time in a long time, whumpee didn't sleep on a floor. They fell asleep on whumper's bed, curled up to their chest, shivering as their touch starved body and affection starved brain curls up tight and close. Not caring that this is the monster that had been torturing them for months. This was their proper owner now afterall. They hadn't been lying. They had been keeping whumpee safe. And the arms around them felt too good. A soft bed. An arm tucked around protectively. A belly full of Chinese takeout. Whumpee doesn't know if they escaped, or were let go. All they know is they're home finally now. They drift to sleep in Whumper's arms. Safe.

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

Hero had noticed that Villain seemed a little distracted during their fight—not bantering as much as usual, fighting back halfheartedly. Still, they had expected Villain to dodge their attack in time. But when Hero sent out another blast of their ice powers, it hit Villain square in the chest, knocking them into the wall behind them. 

Hero gasped as they watched Villain crumple to the ground, clutching at their chest. “Oh my god.” 

Villain groaned, staring down at the ice spreading across the front of their suit. “Fuck. You got me good, huh?” they forced out. The laugh that followed was on the verge of hysterical. 

“God, Villain, I’m so sorry,” Hero said, rushing to them. They knelt down in front of Villain, pushing their shaking hands out of the way so Hero could inspect the damage. Ice had pierced through their suit, seeping into Villain’s chest. Thanks to their own fire powers, it most likely wouldn’t be fatal—Villain's body heat had already begun counteracting the ice. But it looked like it hurt. 

Villain’s eyes were distant when they looked up at Hero, and their lips were tinged blue. “My fault,” they said, teeth chattering. “Should’ve been paying attention.” 

Hero shook their head. “No, no it’s not your fault. Shit, I'm sorry, I knew you were having an off day and I still…” 

Villain wrapped their arms around themself as shivers wracked their body. “S-so cold. And tired.” 

“You have to stay awake,” Hero instructed, though it came out as more of a plea. “Keep your eyes open, okay?” 

The ice was beginning to melt away already, but the effects would probably last longer. “You’ve g-got your chance to t-turn me in now,” Villain said, forcing themself to keep their eyes on Hero. 

Hero sighed, pushing Villain’s hair back. “Not gonna happen. I’m taking you home where you can have some hot soup and lots of blankets, and then rest. And maybe when you’re feeling better, you can tell me what had you so distracted today.” 

“Why?” Villain asked incredulously. 

“I did this. Now I'm going to fix it.” Hero didn’t tell them about the guilt and the looming fear that always followed them. The constant underlying threat of their powers being too strong. Or that they might lose control, like they had today. One of their worst fears had just come true and it was only by luck, or maybe a miracle, that Hero had hit the one person who couldn’t be killed by their ice powers. 

“If you w-wanted me to c-come home with you, you c-could've just asked,” Villain joked. 

Hero couldn’t help but smile—at least Villain was with it enough to still tease them. “Don’t fool yourself. Once you’re all better, we go back to being enemies.” 

“Yeah. Obviously.” Hero pretended not to notice the way Villain’s smile faltered. “You’d have t-to take me to dinner f-first, anyways. I’m not that easy.” 

“Well,” Hero said, “I can at least make you chicken noodle soup, so hopefully that counts for something. Now, come on, let’s see if you can stand…” 

[jordanstrophe]

Can you do some sort of Christmas themed whump? I don’t have any ideas beyond that, im just in the holiday and whumping spirit and you’re my favorite whump writer

Christmas cookies and hot cocoa in exchange ☕️🍪☕️🍪

(aaAAA thank you very much! I'll be honest, I don't have the greatest idea for this one either; but when in doubt, ･ﾟ✧Hypothermia?･ﾟ✧

(To any writers who want to chime in with their own ideas to do a bit more justice, please feel welcome to)

Cw: hypothermia, chained, whumper having to play the caretaker card

Whumper awoke to a blissful morning. They poured themselves a cup of coffee and flung open the curtains. They were blinded by pure white; it seemed to have snowed.

Whumper felt a chill of realization trickle down their spine.

As punishment for the night before, they chained whumpee in the backyard. It was brutally cold at the time, but they hardly expected a blizzard.

"Oh no oh no oh no-" Whumper fluttered, wrangling their coat expecting a corpse to be in their backyard. Whumpee was nowhere to be seen and the fresh snow looked untouched; but whumpee couldn't have gone far with the chain tethering them to the tree.

They dug around and found the chain deep within the snow. They tugged it until they found whumpee's arm and yanked them to the surface. They were unresponsive, whumper took their glove off and felt for a pulse. It was there, barely; they were soaked and slowly breathing. (Much to their relief. They would rather not wrack up their charge from kidnapping to murder)

Whumper's hands shook as they tried to unlock the chain. It stayed frozen and jammed shut as they threw the chain down and unlocked from the base of the tree instead. They picked whumpee up and carried them inside, dragging the chain along with them.

They laid them on the couch and hurried to get a fire going. They wrapped whumpee in a dry coat and held them in their lap. "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry, I'll never make that mistake again, please be okay." Whumper whispered, combing their hand through whumpee's drenched hair.

After awhile, whumpee stirred. They squirmed around a bit in whumper's arms, but didn't have the energy to lift their head off their shoulder. "Shhh, sh sh don't move, it's okay." Whumper shushed, squeezing them tighter.

"... C-caretaker?" Whumpee mumbled. Whumper's heart dropped and they felt a flood of guilt.

"I'm afraid not." Whumper sighed. Whumpee suddenly started struggling trying to get out of their arms as whumper panicked.

"Okay! Okay it's me. It's caretaker, please stop moving." Whumper clutched them softer. Whumpee stopped struggling, seemingly trying to process everything, before fully relaxing their head back against whumper's shoulder.

Whumpee must be thoroughly confused to think they of all people, were caretaker.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

If you celebrate the winter holidays , maybe uriah wrapped up in ribbon on someone’s doorstep , as a gift?

If you don’t celebrate them , maybe Uriah left in the snow?

2pm vs 2am

[cyberwhumper]

The freezing water hitting fevered skin feels excruciating. He screams, tries his best to protect his body from the cold but with his wrists zip-tied together there is only so much that could possibly be done. His body is completely soaked, and the shivers set in fast.

Baxter shows no interest in letting go of the hose.

The excuse is always the same. We gotta keep that wound clean so you don't die on me. Bullshit. That sadistic smile plastered on his face says otherwise, he enjoys every second of tormenting his captive he can get. Pointing the stream straight into the broken ankle gets another set of agonizing screams out of Whiskey, blood and grime easily washed away down the drain until it was possible to see where the bolt went straight through bruised skin into the shattered bones beneath.

How many days has it been at this point? Time is a confusing mess and the only thing that remains constant is the daily hose-down with freezing water. Even the beatings seem to be completely random. He stopped counting at three, when the infection started to set in and staying awake was becoming progressively more difficult.

Baxter will eventually get bored. He'll leave, and the cold is all that will remain. Seeping whatever was left of his strength, making it so the next beating might as well be the last. He shudders at the thought. If he stays captive for who knows how long now, it wouldn't be a matter of whether they'd kill him or not, but when.

Baxter will eventually get bored.

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[letitbehurt]

Whumpee has nearly healed from their time in captivity. They’ve put in so much work to reverse the damage Whumper caused. They’re learning to live with the lasting scars.

Then they see Whumper in public.

[honeycollectswhump]

for the bingo card: human furniture?

-🪷

thank you for sending this ask!! and i hope you don't mind my late reply :)) it was so fun to write <3

the bingo card was made by @gentlelittlehorrors (i hope you enjoy what i did with your prompt)

[masterlist]

CW: dehumanisation, pet whump, burns

“Up!”

It’s the first thing Ashtray hears, the first thing he understands, while laying down under the table, letting the noise of conversations pleasantly wash over him. 

Up means he is needed, Up means he is going to be used and Ashtray is eager to be used. Recognizing a word makes his nerves tingle with happiness. Ashtray rarely gets talked to –of course–, and it's even rarer that he understands.

He gets on his hands and knees, crawling closer to the soft velvet voice of his beloved Mistress. From his point of view, Ashtray can only see her silky smooth dress, a slit revealing her elegantly crossed legs. 

Careful of the leash binding him to the table, he takes his place, kneeling right beside his Mistress. Only like this, he is allowed to look at her, Ashtray has learned. He turns his head towards her, waiting for another cue amidst the pleasant waves of her voice.

Ashtray knows few words, short hints like Up and Down, Good Boy and Punishment, Hands and Back and Tongue, but he is very proud of his collection. It makes him a Good Boy, he thinks, that he has learned to recognise the otherwise strange sounds. Ashtray strives to serve his Mistress, in the way he was made for, and in any way at all. 

“Hand out.” his Mistress says, and Ashtray is thankful he is such an attentive Good Boy to filter out the right words. He tries his best to copy her poise, even though it is so unnatural for a simple thing like him. 

Mistress didn’t say which hand or maybe Ashtray doesn’t know the word yet. He can only guess what the most logical answer would be and sitting at her left side, he has an idea. Everything should always be elegant, so as graceful as possible he lifts his right hand to rest on her thigh, just like she trained him to. 

He can feel the cigarette getting closer, even without seeing it directly, can feel it burning and sizzling against his skin. Despite this, Ashtray doesn’t flinch, just like expected of a Good Boy. His eyes never leave his Mistress’ face, drowning in the pleased smile she gifts him. 

Other owners wouldn’t smile at their Ashtray like that, but his Mistress does. She is gentle, and loving, and so beautiful that Ashtray knows he’d let her hold his hands in a fire just to gain another smile. 

Twisting the cigarette into his skin, his Mistress makes sure it truly is put out. Ashtray marvels at how responsible she is, even as it leaves an angry red crater that will surely leave a mark in the field of raised, almost perfectly round scars that coat his hands. 

After fulfilling his purpose, Ashtray lifts his hand back down again, barely conscious of the way his skin seems to be lit on fire. This is what he was made for anyway. He resumes his position next to his Mistress, both hands in front of his knees, still and Good, bathing in her presence until she will inevitably send him under the table, only to come out when he is needed. Maybe then, she will call him a Good Boy again and Ashtray wants to be a Good Boy so badly. 

If he continues to be a Good Boy, his Mistress will even provide Ashtray with cream so that the fresh wound won’t get infected. Another thing other owners wouldn’t do for their possessions.

Ashtray is so lucky to belong to such a kind Mistress.

[chaotic-orphan]

The stranger, pt.2

EEEK okay this is very late, but this is for @mmm-yes-potato for requesting a part two for my favourite villain so far this is for you!

Part 1 here

I hope it’s worth the wait!

Enjoy!

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When the stranger had brought Vigilante back to their house, Vigilante had hoped they’d just knock them out, but the stranger didn’t.

They didn’t lay a finger on Vigilante. Just told to follow them and stay silent, no stopping anyone on the way there either. No way to alert anyone to help. Just follow along like a puppy.

So when they finally stopped in front of a house Vigilante was painfully awake. All they could do when the Stranger invited them in was glare at them with all the hate they could muster.

The stranger dipped their head, that infuriating smile on their lips as they said, “Please, come in Vigilante. I insist.”

That familiar feeling settled over Vigilante’s mind and they wanted to scream as their foot lifted against their will and they stepped inside the Stranger’s house.

The minute Vigilante crossed the threshold they had obeyed the command and the fog lifted. The moment it did, Vigilante lunged at the Stranger and caught them around the waist and the pair went rolling.

Vigilante got on top of the stranger and started wailing on them. Fist crunching nose, jaw, cheek anything it could reach, trying to knock the bastard out but they still smiled up at Vigilante. The stranger reached both hands to Vigilante’s jacket collar and bucked their hips, rolling until they were on top.

Vigilante let out a frustrated huff through their nose and threw their fist up at the Stranger but they caught their wrist with quiet, firm confidence and it was as if a vice had clamped down on Vigilante’s wrist. Vigilante tried to yank it back but it didn’t budge and the stranger just kept smiling.

“Fuck you!” Vigilante spat, clicking their thumb and index finger on their free hand and a flame grew in the palm of their hand before engulfing it and reaching over to grab the Stranger’s hand keeping theirs captive.

“Ah, ah, vigilante. No powers.”

The flame extinguished just as they grabbed the Stranger’s hand and Vigilante wanted to cry. The stranger grabbed their other wrist and quickly pinned their wrists above their head and waited patiently for Vigilante to accept their fate and stop struggling.

“LET ME GO YOU PRICK!” Vigilante screamed, but the stranger just shushed him.

“I see you’re going to be as difficult as possible,” the stranger said with a soft lilt to their voice.

“That’s kinda what happens when you kidnap people.”

“I could take your memories,” the stranger mused, taking pleasure in watch the realisation dawn on Vigilante’s face. “But then you wouldn’t be as fun. No, I got something else in mind, dear wannabe hero. Something far better.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The stranger didn’t do anything to Vigilante for the last three days. They had however set some ground rules: no leaving the house without the stranger’s permission, no burning down the house, no use of vigilante’s powers on the stranger or any of the strangers guests ever - that one vigilante had nearly laughed at. They couldn’t use a power even if they tried, they were borderline useless without another powered individual near them to leech off, and the last person they had touched before the stranger was some half powered loser trying and failing to rob their local pharmacy.

Vigilante scoffed, they were the half powered loser. At least the fire guy had his own source of power. But the stranger didn’t know that Vigilante was borderline powerless, even more so now against the stranger. Which is why it was so weird that other than those rules the Stranger basically let vigilante free around the house. They let them eat when they wanted, which was anytime the stranger wasn’t in the kitchen, and sleep where they wanted. That one Vigilante hadn’t trusted them on so they slept in the living room on the couch closest to the door if they needed to run.

“Seriously?” the stranger had asked when they saw vigilante asleep sitting up. “There’s a perfectly good guest room on the second floor.”

“Yeah, which is exactly where you want me to sleep, isn’t that it?”

“I just think it’d be more comfortable,” the stranger shrugged, casually leaning against the door frame. “I mean, you’re going to be here for a long, long time, Vigilante. You could at least be comfortable here, I’m not a monster.”

“You ordered a child to kill themselves in front of their parent. Tell me again your not a monster.”

“That’s different,” the stranger said waving the comment away. “That was to make a point. Wouldn’t you say the many lives the mayor has taken from innocents justices a life being taken from him?”

“They were six,” Vigilante said through gritted teeth.

The stranger tilted their head, “So? What does age have to do with how much value is attached to a life?”

Vigilante stood at that. Said so cool and callously as if discussing the weather or a hypothetical child the stranger had tried to murder.

“How many children has the mayor’s corruption killed, Vigilante? Hmm?”

“That’s different than him killing the children himself.”

“If he did maybe I’d respect him more,” the stranger said with a dark look in their eyes and an edge in their voice. The stranger pushed off the doorframe after stunning Vigilante into silence. “He gets to hide behind policy, and the greater good and can get away with murdering hundreds, and you look at me and tell me I’m the monster for attempting to murder one? What makes him different than me? What makes his child’s life worth more than the parents in the Dregs, hmm? Tell me.”

Vigilante looked into the stranger’s eyes, dark and deep and shining with some kind of divine retribution that made them think that what they were saying wasn’t crazy.

“I’m not here to debate philosophy,” the Vigilante said eventually, voice measured. “Murder is murder. It stains your soul. His karma will come around eventually.”

The stranger smiled a small smile, then it grew wider, showing teeth and they started to laugh. Vigilante watched as the crazy person threw their head back with a riotous kind of laughter as of Vigilante had said the funniest thing in the world.

After they stopped they wiped their eyes and said: “That’s a good one, has a nice ring to it.”

The stranger stuck their hand out then, that dazzling model worthy smile on their lips. “Nice to meet you vigilante, I’m Karma.”

After that the stranger tried to get Vigilante to go upstairs but vigilante refused so the stranger brought down pillows and a duvet for them and left them to it. Vigilante couldn’t get the look on the stranger’s face out of their mind as they spoke of the mayor and their child, even when they closed their eyes it was there, haunting them until they fell asleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

On the fourth day, Vigilante woke up before the stranger Karma, and slipped into the kitchen to make some coffee before they woke up.

“It’s still weird having you in my house,” and Vigilante jumped at the voice, knife in hand and turned in a second to see a sleepy Karma in their pyjamas in front of them. Karma smiled a lazy smile. “Your reflexes are good, not great. You didn’t even notice me in the room.”

“Shut up. It’s early,” vigilante grumbled.

“You should have a shower. I’ll wash your suit. You haven’t gotten changed since you’ve been here.”

“I’m not taking off my mask.”

“I didn’t ask you to, just your clothes so I can wash them. You’ll get them back but I don’t want you stinking up my house.”

“Marvellous. How about you let me go then?”

Karma smiled at them. “Nice try.”

Vigilante turned back to look at the kettle then, waiting for it to boil. On the one hand they felt disgusting and wanted a shower so bad, on the other… well, they still wanted to shower. The stranger hadn’t made them do anything they didn’t want to, and in a strange way, Vigilante knew they wouldn’t.

But then why were they keeping them here? Against their will? Why go through the fuss of it?

“Fine. I’ll have a shower.”

“Good. There’s clothes in my wardrobe you can borrow.”

Vigilante nodded, made their coffee and went to the stairs. They paused at the first step, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but then shook their head and climbed the stairs.

The water was warm and Vigilante scrubbed their skin raw and was down a few minutes later, hair wet and sticking to their mask. The stranger was still in the kitchen, sitting at their counter eating breakfast all very domestic.

“Here, take your mask off. Use this instead.”

“No.”

“I won’t look, Vigilante. I promise you. I don’t care who you are. It doesn’t bother me. Just so I can clean your mask too, come on.”

Vigilante looked down at the mask Karma had slipped over to them. It covered their face, yeah, but what else would it do? Vigilante remembers the villain who strapped bombs behind masks that terrorised the city for weeks.

“No,” the vigilante said. “I already cleaned mine. I didn’t want it dirty after I had a shower so I’m okay. Thank you.”

“Wow. I didn’t know you could be so mannerly,” Karma mused and took the mask back.

“Well I’m not usually this friendly with kidnappers. But you have been reasonable so far.”

“Mmm,” the stranger hummed, eyes bright. “So far. Speaking of… I have a small meeting today. You’re coming with me.”

“I don’t—“

“Ah. That wasn’t a request, vigilante. You’re coming with me, and you will be on your best behaviour, won’t you?” Karma asked, smiling as if they hadn’t just compelled them to do exactly that.

“I fucking hate you.”

“Mmm, not yet.”

When the stra— Karma, left the house Vigilante tried to stay behind. They really did, and they managed it for a time. Then the pain set in, as if an invisible rope was tethered between Karma and them and tugging sharply, strangling their waist and they cried out and was forced to follow. The closer they got to Karma who was waiting in their car, the lesser the pain became and they hated the smug, patient smile that was on Karma’s stupid face the entire time.

“What? You don’t want to blindfold me or something?”

“What’s the point when I can just tell you to forget and you will?”

Vigilante huffed in their seat and said nothing the rest of the drive that brought them through the city and out towards the docks. In the city, Vigilante rolled down their window and was about to scream for help when Karma told them to be quiet and Vigilante obeyed. Tears of frustration forming behind their eyes making them want to scream at the stranger.

They got to the old cannery and the stranger stepped out and said: “come along,” like Vigilante was a dog and Vigilante again, obeyed, like a dog.

“This is all very supervillain-esque,” vigilante told Karma and Karma laughed.

“The highest praise coming from you,” Karma replied easily. They walked from the cannery through the docks before they met a group of people nearer the pier.

“Ah, there they are. I was wondering if you’d show up at all, old friend,” a man in his late fifties said, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He looked like the villain from the old professor Layton games, tall and stalky with a big moustache and black hair.

“Not to fret, I was just dealing with the problem we kept encountering on our sacrifices surviving.”

The older man looked to vigilante, eyes shrewd despite his slightly haggard appearance. “This the problem then?”

“Yes. Our little hero. Well,” Karma said turning to face Vigilante. “Our little wannabe hero. I intercepted them right before they told the actual Heroes about a little pattern they had noticed.”

“Did you now? And the hero?”

“Oblivious as all heroes are.”

“Fuck you,” Vigilante spat and Karma smiled. The older man let out a shocked laugh.

“Quite the mouth on ya kid, let me guess, you grew up in the dregs, hmm?”

“Let me guess, you’re a dickhead too?”

“Mouthy and unflinching even in the situation you’re in,” the older man mused. He took a long drag of his cigar and exhaled a lungful of smoke, looking at Karma then. “Just your type.”

“I know,” the stranger said. “But we’re here for business, so shall we?”

“Right, yes. Well first off is DeVines, she caught one of her rookies growing a conscience and running to tell a hero about it.”

A woman stepped out of the crowd, tall and blonde her face obscured by her black and white domino mask and behind her she dragged a shaking boy behind with his hands cuffed behind him.

Vigilante made to step forward, but Karma was faster. “Stay,” they said without looking at vigilante and their feet stuck to the floor.

The boys face had been beaten to a pulp, all purple bruises and little scratches. They couldn’t see out of one eye but Vigilante realised with horror that they recognised that stupid haircut, even with all the blood and dirt matting it. At the moment the boy recognised Vigilante too and stepped towards them.

“You- you! You’re a h-h-hero,” they stammered, voice raw and broken. The vigilante’s heart plummeted to their stomach and they went to reach out but Karma grabbed their wrist and held it down. “Please- p- please. I don’t wanna die. They’re going to kill me. I thought they were my family. They said they were going to hurt me if I didn’t please help me.”

“He’s just a kid,” Vigilante said, almost pleadingly to Karma who didn’t look at them.

“Just a kid who crossed the wrong people,” the woman said, her voice low and coloured with a sadistic glee that she had rooted out a traitor to their cause. “What do you wanna do with them boss?”

The question was directed at Karma who regarded the kid for a moment. They looked at Vigilante then and went to stand in front of them. Vigilante looked away from their eyes, they knew exactly what the stranger was going to say and they couldn’t. They couldn’t hurt a civilian. Even one who wasn’t entirely good.

Karma grabbed Vigilante’s chin and forced their head up to look Karma in the eyes. Vigilante saw a second of that swirling abyss and shut their eyes. “No. No. No. I won’t listen.”

“Open your pretty eyes, Vigilante,” and Vigilante did. Karma was smiling, they had them now. “You won’t move a muscle during the rest of this meeting. You can scream, and cry and beg me to stop, but I won’t. Understand? I won’t take your voice, however, same rules — no yelling for police, or heroes or help, because it’s not coming, understand?”

Vigilante was shaking, their bottom lip quivering as the command took hold, the dense fog settling over their mind scrabbling all thoughts except that one.

Obey.

As Karma stepped away from Vigilante and walked over to the rookie villain with a conscience.

Obey.

As the stranger told someone to release the fire boy’s cuffs.

Obey.

As the stranger blocked a desperate punch from fire boy, caught their wrist, twisted it, bending their arm back until it snapped like a twig. The boy screamed, trying desperately to pull their useless arm back to them pleading mercy.

“KARMA STOP!” Vigilante cried, voice desperate and far too high. Karma looked over their shoulder at vigilante, a vicious smile on their face. Vigilante would have taken a step back at that smile. That crazed sadistic smile, but their limbs wouldn’t move. The more they tried to break free, the more the fog descended and their mind turned on them.

Obey.

“Hero please-“ the boy mewled after their hand caught fire and tried to burn Karma. Vigilante begged again. For a life they weren’t above begging. This wasn’t murder, this was torture. “Karma please let him go. Please. Stop. Don’t kill him, please! PLEASE! PLEASE!”

Karma punched the boy, extinguishing his flame, knuckles cracking against his cheek then kicked the boy to the ground where he tried to scramble back but was surrounded by Karma’s fucking sycophants.

Karma turned to Vigilante, blood on their knuckles and cheek, which they wiped away smearing the blood over their cheekbone just under their eye. Vigilante wanted to run. They wanted to get sick. Their entire body shook with the terror flooding through their veins.

This is the person that kills children, Vigilante reminded themselves. The image of Karma imprinted on their mind’s eye, and they forced themself never to forget who this person was.

Sadistic and cruel.

A monster.

Obey.

Karma walked up to them then, pressing a bloody hand to Vigilante’s exposed jaw, tilting their head up to look at Karma in the eyes.

“When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?” They said, voice thick with dark pleasure and amusement that Vigilante wasn’t privy to.

They pulled their hand, sticky with fire boy’s blood, off Vigilante’s face and turned to their crowd of devoted followers.

Vigilante tried to memorise their faces too.

“I’ve decided to have mercy, my friend here swaying me to be a better person.”

There was a chorus of boos, but the frightened boy’s eyes went to Vigilante then and he was shaking and crying, and said thank you over and over and over again.

“So, rookie. Look at me,” and Vigilante could tell there was compulsion in his words. “You’re going to forget this. You’re going to forget how you broke your arm. It was a work accident is what you’ll tell the doctors and nurses in Central Hospital, isn’t that right?”

“Ye-ye-yes, sir.”

“Good. Then, once they’ve healed you…” Karma looked over their shoulder to vigilante and it froze vigilante to the spot. This wasn’t the sadist karma looking at them anymore. It was the calculated stranger from the roof who was brutal in an unfeeling kind of way and wormed their web of words through Vigilante’s ears until they lost their freedom.

“COVER YOUR EARS! DON’T LISTEN TO HIM! SING OVER HI-“

“Vigilante, silence.”

Vigilante wanted to scream. Their eyes filled with helpless tears as the boy started backing away with one good hand on the ground, and started singing and screaming until the stranger told them to shut up.

“Once they’ve healed you, I want you to walk to the Mayor’s office. Ask for an audience and make it convincing.”

Vigilante screamed, but not a sound came from their lips. “And when you get into the mayor’s office I want you to take this gun—“

Karma held up a hand and DeVines gave him a hand pistol. “And I want you to blow your brains out in front of him. If you can’t get an audience, then you blow your brains out at the reception desk in city hall, you understand?”

“Yes sir,” the boy said, crying now. Snot running down past his lips.

“You understand why you’re being punished now, right?”

“Ye-yes sir.”

“Good. Tell me Why?”

“I betrayed you sir.”

“The heroes can’t help you.”

“No, no sir,” the boy sniffled. Karma looked back at Vigilante and the boy followed his eye.

“Are you happy I didn’t kill him now?” *~*~*~*~*

continued here

[redd956]

Winter/Snowy Whump Ideas

Whumpee’s joints and scars ache terribly during strong storms, but especially when it’s snowing

Whumpee is haunted by their past, several wintery reminders bring their thoughts back, and sometimes too long in the cold leads to their worst attacks

Whumper enjoys the thrill of slick roads, dangerous temperatures, and strong winds. They don’t care one bit that Whumpee feels otherwise.

Pulled muscles from working outdoors in the snow

Falling into a cold water and also being unable to swim

Whumpee slips and falls upon ice, also opening up an old/healing wound

Caretaker goes out into the cold one morning, and doesn’t return

Whumper goes out into the cold one morning and doesn’t return :D

Whumpee has the perfect chance to escape Whumper’s grasp, but they would also have to traverse through dangerous snowy terrain

Whumpee going straight from intense heats, to the freezing temps of the outdoors, and falling into a shock

Buried alive underneath the snow

Whumpee is frantically running away from a Whumper, who is currently hunting them down. The only problem is Whumpee is not used to cold weather at all, and Whumper is geared up with huskies/malamutes, heavy gear, snow shoes, and a snowmobile. Time for a chase.

Whumper and Whumpee needing to hunker down together because a winter storm is too much

[whumpshaped]

tw hypnosis, vampire whumper, some environmental whump ig

It was uncharacteristically cold for a November morning, and Whumpee cursed themself for not bringing gloves. Even on the short trip to the store, their hands were already freezing, and they couldn’t imagine what it’d be like on the way back, when they couldn’t even put them in their pockets.

On top of all that, the store was still closed. Just great. It should’ve opened ten minutes ago, which wasn’t egregious, but it was enough to make Whumpee groan in frustration at having to wait outside.

They pulled out their phone and tried to unlock it, but it was a lost cause with their stiff fingers. They messed up their password several times in quick succession, and they decided to just leave it alone. That message wasn’t that important to send. Whatever.

“Oh, dear.”

Whumpee looked up, phone halfway slipped back into their pocket already. A person they didn’t recognise was walking right up to them, gently taking their hands before they could’ve hidden them again. The odd and way too forward action was enough to shock them into not saying a word, letting the stranger rub their skin to warm it up a little.

“It’s very cold out. You shouldn’t walk around without gloves.”

They tried to respond, but it was becoming apparent that maybe it wasn’t only the surprise that made it difficult. They couldn’t think of the words, too distracted by the feeling of cold hands against their own, and the soothing back and forth motion. “I… huh?”

The stranger smiled, careful and practised. “Gloves, dear. You should wear gloves. But it’s alright now, I can help keep you warm while you wait. That’d be nice, right?”

Whumpee felt themself nodding without even thinking about it. They weren’t thinking about anything anymore, really. Why were they standing here in the first place? They had been angry about something, but they couldn’t remember what. It was lucky that they happened to be standing here. Lucky that the stranger had found them.

“All of you seems so cold… It’s really quite concerning.” The stranger reached for the zipper on their coat and pulled it down a little, loosening their scarf to reach underneath it. “Even here… Goodness, you’re freezing…”

Their hands felt delightfully warm now… Their hands that the stranger had warmed up… It was only natural that they let them slowly untangle the scarf too, so they’d have access to the skin underneath and be able to warm that up as well. It felt like they wouldn’t ever feel any warmth again, unless it was through this mysterious person’s touch.

“Let me help,” they murmured, leaning in. Whumpee could feel their warm breath against their neck and they closed their eyes, content to let the stranger do whatever they saw fit.

[whumpy-wyrms]

Blood Runs Cold #1: You’re All Mine

masterlist | next

content: death, gore, dead bodies, blood drinking, cannibalism, cold whump, claustrophobia, nonsexual nudity, begging, manhandling, invasion of privacy, drugging, defiant immortal whumpee, creepy possessive vampire whumper

NEW SERIES!! very excited about this :D i explained a bit about it here if you wanna read that, but you don’t have to!

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It was just another normal night at the morgue for Silas. There must’ve been an accident earlier, leaving two humans dead and transported straight to his doorstep, lifeless and completely at his mercy.

Two humans. One male, one female, both seemingly in their early 20s with no obvious signs of death. Their clothes and possessions were tossed to the side, discarded and unneeded. Silas began his work, filling the air with the sounds of pens on clipboards and scalpels on skin. His work was meticulous, practiced, quick. The causes of death was something he had never cared to ponder over; just an observation, just another thing to write down in the reports.

No, there was something else about this work that captivated Silas, something that was only reinforced by these two humans. The work was morbid, dark, disturbing. He wasn’t in it for the money, or for some strange fascination he had with the human body, no. He was in it for the blood, and these humans would provide him with more than enough.

Two perfect humans. They had been delivered by the hospital, but there was nobody here to claim them, to name them. These bodies were without a family, without anyone to identify them, or plan a burial for them. These bodies had been abandoned by their own kind. And that’d only meant they were free for the taking.

Two corpses: flesh, guts, bones and all. Nobody would come looking for these poor souls. They were all for him.

Just like every time he had finished the proper paperwork and preparations, Silas dug into his new meal. In ravaging hunger, the vampire teared through the flesh of the corpses, savoring every moment. His glowing red eyes turned to slits, wild and monstrous as he fed, losing every sense of humanity he had left. Nothing about this was clean, tidy, proper. Silas was a vampire– a monster– and he would feast like one.

As he sucked both of the corpses dry of their sweet blood, he couldn’t help but savor the shorter one’s taste. It was delicious. It was divine. He couldn’t imagine what it would've tasted like when they were alive. But it was too late now, he supposed.

Silas picked up the smaller human’s body, brushing his hand over the other’s cold, unmoving face. The thing’s eyes were wide and lifeless, but full of color in this dull place. Silas stared for a moment, noticing something unique about this human; that one eye was green, the other blue. What fascinating, yet helpless creatures, they never ceased to surprise him. He laid the bloody body in one of the mortuary freezers, gently shutting their eyelids closed, and did the same with the other.

Silas licked his lips, relishing the last of his free meal. Sure, the blood of all the corpses that came here was always stale, old, dead. But it was far safer than hunting for humans in town and risking getting killed by the vampire hunters that lurked in the shadows. Of course, Silas couldn’t always hold back his yearn for fresh blood or the thrill of the hunt, but the corpses here held him off and kept him safe.

Silas, well fed for the night, went to sleep as the sun rose over his graveyard.

. . .

Aspen woke to dead silence. And cold. His limbs felt frozen, numb, hard to even move from their position. He was so cold that he felt like it was a miracle he was even alive.

The next thing Aspen noticed was that he was laying flat on a hard surface, which was also ice cold to the touch. He blinked his eyes, but found nothing but complete darkness all around him. Trying to sit up, Aspen bumped his head on a surface only inches above him.

Aspen’s heart started racing. He felt around with his arms, and realized his entire body was completely enclosed, metal walls surrounding every side of him. He was trapped.

“H-hey!” Aspen called out, his voice feeling strained with disuse, but loud and echoey in the quiet air. “Help! L-Let me out! Is anybody there? Hello?” Aspen’s pleads were met with nothing but an eerie silence.

Tears pricked in Aspen’s eyes when he realized nobody was coming to help. His chest heaved rapidly, breath hitching in his throat. He needed to get out of here. Aspen panicky kicked and scratched against his cold prison, but nothing budged. His heartbeat quickened when he realized he wasn’t wearing any clothes.

He was covered in nothing but a thin white sheet that was draped over his head and ran all the way down to his ankles. It did nothing to drown out the chill, so all he had left was to weep in despair. “Let me out! Anybody! Lyle! Please!” Aspen continued to kick and struggle, but it was no use.

Nobody answered his calls. Nobody answered his pleads for help. Aspen was all alone.

. . .

Silas woke to blood-curdling screaming. And living in a morgue that was always filled with lifeless, decaying corpses, this was a bad sign. Silas made sure nothing ever made any noises in this place because he preferred the dead silence. Nobody else was even supposed to be here.

Silas slowly climbed out of his coffin, covering his ears from that annoying, incessant screaming. He pointed his nose upward and sniffed through the air. Human.

Well, whatever poor soul that had happened to wander into this place after hours was fair game to him. It was the vampire’s dinner, now. Silas licked his lips and began making his way down the stairs.

Once he reached the main floor, Silas could hear the human’s rapid heart, beating through his ears. He could practically smell their fear, but they were nowhere to be seen. Surveying his surroundings, Silas realized the banging and scratching was coming from one of the freezer cabinets, the ones that stored corpses.

But whatever was in there was alive.

Well, that wasn’t right. The two humans from last night were long dead, and Silas had made sure to bleed them both dry. There was no possible way for another human to get in here without alerting him, especially since those freezers were locked shut.

Silas walked through the room, his footsteps echoing off the walls. The vampire couldn’t help but smile; the soft whimpering and cries for help sounded like music to his ears, he almost wanted to leave the human locked in there for a little while longer. It wasn’t often he had live prey.

Silas plucked his keys from the wall, and walked lazily to the freezers. The human’s helpless little noises came to a stop, as if whoever was in there noticed there was someone else in the room and was waiting patiently to be let out. Now standing right outside his little accidental captive, Silas recognised their scent as a corpse from the night prior.

Silas was a few hundred years old. He’d seen the undead– he was the undead– something like this wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibilities. But he’d usually be able to tell if someone was a supernatural creature like him. They looked human, smelled human, tasted human, but may have just cheated death itself. Something strange was happening here, and Silas was thrilled to get to the bottom of it.

He clicked the key in place, unlocking the freezer and hearing the human’s heartbeat speed up in anticipation. Silas quickly pulled out the drawer with a whoosh, the sudden motion causing the human to shriek in surprise, falling out of the shelf and landing roughly on the floor.

Silas tilted his head, intrigued. This was the human from last night, without a doubt. But their body was completely intact, to the looks of it. Their heart was still pumping, blood flowing through their body and eyes filled with more life than Silas had ever seen. His little snack really had come back from the dead.

“Agh! H-hey…” The human stammered, holding the white sheet tightly over their body. They looked around the room with a wary expression, eyes wide and alert. Using the wall for support, they stumbled up on shaking legs and slowly started backing away from Silas. “Wh-what’s going on? Where am I? Who are you?” The human asked in their soft, shaky voice.

Silas ignored their questions and started slowly creeping towards them. The human’s breath hitched and they scurried away in fear, sheet dragging behind them. Despite it being mid-day, the room was completely dark; windows covered in thick curtains to keep out the sunlight, but Silas could see everything just fine. The human ran blindly through the room until seemingly tripping over their own feet.

Silas smiled as his captive gasped in pain, landing roughly on the cold floor. He flicked on the light, and watched their wandering eyes land on a small piece of paper attached to their foot. They ripped it off, looking it over in their hands confusingly. It was a tag. Silas could almost see the gears turning in the poor thing’s little head as their eyes went wide in horrified realization.

Once the human had noticed Silas stalking towards them, it was too late; they were already cornered. They pulled the sheet tighter over their body and curled up in a trembling ball.

Silas loomed over his prey, taking in their shivering form, and they looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes. “What’s a little thing like you doing in a place like this?” Silas teased, face filled with mock sympathy, already knowing the answer.

The human cowered under the vampire’s predatory gaze. “I– I don’t… I just woke up in there…” They whispered. “What’s going on? Wh-Where are my clothes? It’s– It’s freezing in here.”

Silas smiled and crouched down in front of them, making his prey squirm under his stare. “Aww, you don’t remember? I ripped you to shreds last night.” Silas hummed, smiling menacingly. “I tore your body inside out. You should not be alive right now.”

“What–”

Faster than the human could comprehend, Silas ripped the sheet away, needing to get a look at their body. To his surprise, they were completely healed. No wounds, dried blood, or scar in sight. It was as if they had never been dead in the first place.

“Hey!” The human exclaimed, horrified, and yanked that flimsy thing back– as if that would keep them safe. “What the fuck?!”

Silas smirked. “Feisty one, aren't you?”

“What– just stop! Tell me what’s going on!” The human looked around the room in a panic, seemingly searching for something– or someone. “And where’s– where’s Lyle?”

“Who?”

“My friend.” They seethed, but their anger couldn’t hide their fear. “S-Something happened. I don’t… Just– tell me why I’m here! I wanna go home. Tell me what’s happening!”

The human let out a gasp as they felt a sudden sharp sting on their cheek. Silas had slapped them. “Shut up.”

The human brought their hand to their cheek, fresh tears forming in their eyes. “B-But–”

Silas wrenched his fist in the other’s hair, yanking their head back. “You want me to tell you what happened? You died, human,” The vampire hissed. “You’re in a morgue. You were brought here yesterday by the hospital. Nobody identified you, nobody claimed your body, nobody came to pay respects. So I drained your blood like I do to every corpse.”

Silas smiled and poked his captive in the stomach playfully. “As well as take a bit more than what I normally do. It was the most delicious blood I've ever tasted, and it smells even better now that you’re alive. I can’t imagine what it tastes like now.”

“Wait, y-you… You’re a–”

“Yes. I’m a vampire. Took you long enough.” Silas grinned, showing his fangs. “And you wanna know what? I can hear your little heart racing, human. I know how terrified you are of me right now, and that fear is intoxicating.”

“You– You’re lying. This isn’t real, I didn’t die. Just leave m-me alone.”

“Oh, human, but that’s where you’re wrong.” Silas said in a sickeningly sweet voice. “This is as real as it can be. You came back from the dead, and I am going to savor every moment of draining the life back out of you.”

Silas crawled closer, gaze turning predatory and deadly. Despite being locked in a cold freezer all day and night, the little thing’s heart was still pumping warm blood through their veins. All for him. Silas couldn’t wait to get another taste.

His prey scrambled backwards, wincing as they backed themself against the wall. “St-Stay away from me.”

“You’re in no position to make demands, little one. I can do whatever I want with you. You’re all mine.” Then, the vampire pounced, eyes wild and animalistic. Silas dug his nails into the human’s back, holding them close and making them scream in agony. With his other hand, he gripped onto their hair and wretched their pale neck to the side.

Being this close to a live human, it was hard to resist the warmth that radiated off of them. Silas’ usual prey was cold, dead corpses, and he’d never had enough time to relish in the warmth of the human body while hunting outside. But this? This was a real treat. And hearing the little thing’s heart flutter in terror was always the best part of the hunt.

His human struggled against Silas’ grip, kicking and scratching in a futile attempt to get away. That only made this feast more thrilling. Silas clamped his fangs into their neck, tearing into their flesh as if they were nothing but a piece of meat made to be eaten.

His prey screamed in excruciating pain, pushing their weak arms against Silas’ body, fighting with everything they had. Which, unfortunately, wasn’t even close to enough. Silas yanked his hand from their back, licking the blood from his fingers and using that hand to muffle the human’s screams.

Silas bit down again, sucking more blood from the human’s veins. They were sobbing into his hand, salty tears running down their chin. This only made Silas squeeze harder, his nails breaking their skin and drawing more blood.

He couldn’t take it anymore, it was time to dig in. Silas pushed the human flat on their back and crawled over them. He clawed into their chest cavity with superhuman strength, tearing through flesh and muscle and bones until he got to the heart. Silas paid no mind to the human’s sputtering breath as he reached into the viscera and pulled out their beating heart. He slowly squeezed the life out of it, watching the light fade from the human’s wide eyes, and took a bite.

After a while, Silas stood, panting, and wiped the blood from his face with his equally bloody sleeve. He laughed softly to himself, it had been a long time since he’d experienced a feeding that exhilarating. He needed more.

Silas left the corpse slumped against the wall as he fetched the little thing’s belongings, the sound of blood splashing under his boots echoing through the room. Only a couple things arrived with them the day prior; their phone, wallet, glasses, and of course the clothes on their back. Silas grabbed their phone and walked back to the corpse. He held their head up with their hair, and unlocked their phone using face ID. Silas smiled; he was in. This human was making this so easy for him.

Silas had usually never cared about the bodies that were transported here, and the lives that they had lived. They were nothing but food to him. But this was a special case. Silas wanted to learn as much information about this human as possible, and what better way to start than their name?

Aspen. Aspen Marlow. Cute.

Looking through Aspen’s phone, Silas found no new messages or calls, nobody checking in to see if they were okay despite being gone for well over two days now. In fact, the poor thing only seemed to have one close friend; a girl named Lyle Berkley. Neither of their names supposedly reflected the names on their legal documents, but that didn’t matter. Looking through Aspen’s photos, Silas found that the two of them did everything together.

They were inseparable, even up until their mysterious deaths, the two of them never left each other’s sides. It was obvious now that Lyle had been the other body transported here with Aspen. But unlike Aspen, she had never woken up.

Silas sauntered over to Lyle’s body, but before he even arrived, he could tell just from the smell that she was still dead. Ah, no matter. Silas only needed the one human anyway. He locked the taller corpse away in a freezer and went back to the main attraction.

Silas sat and observed Aspen’s corpse for hours, watching in morbid curiosity as their body began to heal itself. The blood eventually dried over his wounds, and the flesh mended itself back together. It took all day, but when all the scars but one faded, the human looked good as new.

Aspen was still dead, though. Silas picked up the body and moved it away from the puddle of blood. He retrieved their clothes— a green dinosaur hoodie and baggy blue jeans— and put them on Aspen.

Then, Silas continued scrolling through their phone, waiting for his little human to wake up.

. . .

After only a few more hours, the human began to stir. Silas dropped everything he was doing and kneeled beside Aspen, staring at the boy intently. His heart had started beating, slowly and faintly at first, hardly noticeable. But now, the little thing’s heart was racing.

Aspen turned over in his sleep, groaning in pain and mumbling to himself. Silas scoffed and roughly shook the human awake, watching him blink up at him with those weird eyes of his.

Aspen immediately flinched back, eyes going wide in the terror Silas loved. “Y-You! Get away from me!”

Silas only inched closer, the maniacal look on his face filling Aspen with dread. The vampire was giddy with excitement. “You’re awake. You’re alive!”

“Y-yeah, I am! So- so just leave me alone! Please! I don’t know what you want from me!” Aspen had barely been awake for a minute and he already wished he could disappear. His head ached, his memories felt foggy and far away. Thinking back, all he could recall was pain and agony. And…

Death. He had died.

Aspen blinked. His death hurt to think about, so he didn’t. He’d also rather ignore the vampire’s ecstatic expression and blood red eyes piercing into him.

Looking past the vampire, Aspen realized he was still in the same room, just stuffed in a different corner. He was thankful to have his clothes back, though. Aspen pulled his hoodie strings tight, relishing in the small comfort it gave him. Though, nothing could beat the cold.

“Aspen,” Silas hummed. “You’re not going to just ignore me and expect to get away with it.”

“Huh?” Aspen mumbled into his hoodie. “How do you even know my name?”

The vampire chuckled deeply. “I know everything about you, Aspen.”

Aspen looked up. “What? H-How?”

Silas smiled mischievously and pulled out Aspen’s phone from his pocket. “I’ve seen what you post on social media, human. And I have your wallet.” Silas’ smile widened as Aspen’s face warped in horror. “Aspen Marlow. Age twenty, born and raised here in Toronto Canada. You were born July 25–”

“Hey!” Aspen exclaimed with a shaky voice, sitting up. “That’s private! Give it back! It’s mine!” Silas stood, towering over him.

“--And you died yesterday, October first. You’re supposed to be dead, Aspen,” The vampire said in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Dead people don’t have possessions.”

“Please just give it–” Aspen tried to grab his phone, and Silas swiped his hand away, lazily walking around behind him. Aspen turned, glaring at the vampire in a fiery anger. Silas looked the human up and down in consideration. “Still have some spark left in you, do you now?”

“I– Just give me back my stuff!”

Silas tapped Aspen’s phone with his nails, and continued talking in his smooth tone. “Your entire life’s in this thing, huh? Seems so. I know all about you now. All your darkest secrets, all your deepest desires. Your hobbies, your dreams, what you love, what you hate.” Silas smirked wickedly. “Your nightmares, your weaknesses, your fears…”

Aspen’s voice wobbled. “Hey–”

“You wanna know what else I know, Aspen? You’re a nobody. A complete fucking nobody. Nobody’s looking for you. Nobody cares that you’re dead. I’m surprised you managed to have such a close friendship with, ah, who was it? Lyle? I feel bad for her for–”

“Stop!” Aspen shouted, attempting to push Silas to the ground. The vampire didn’t even budge.

Silas blinked. “Wow. Okay. Here you go.” Silas held out the human’s phone in his hand lazily. As Aspen reached out for it, the vampire swiftly snapped the thing in half before Aspen could grab it, dropping the pieces to the ground.

“Hey!” Aspen cried. Silas smirked as the human dropped to his knees, picking up the remains of his phone. “No! Why did you do that?!” The human babbled incomprehensible nonsense about his friend, looking up at Silas with tears in his eyes as the vampire circled him. It was pathetic.

Silas sighed and knelt down, cupping the human’s face in his hands. “Calm down. Everything’s going to be fine.”

“What– what happened to Lyle? Where is she? What did you do to her?”

“Nothing,” Silas cooed, patting Aspen’s cheek. “I have no idea who you’re talking about. Don’t worry about her.”

“Just let me go. What do you even w-want with me?”

Silas grinned. “Don’t you see, Aspen? I finally have a solution to all of my problems. You can’t die! No matter how much blood I take, you’ll just keep coming back and giving me more.”

Aspen’s face fell in despair. “N-No. You can’t.”

“I won’t have to drink the disgusting blood from the corpses anymore, or hunt and risk being killed by those incessant hunters. I have an infinite source of the most fresh, tastiest blood I’ve ever had right in the palm of my hands. Nobody will be coming to look for you because you’re dead, Aspen. I will never let you go.”

“No, p-please,” Aspen cried. “You can’t do this. I wanna go home.”

“Shhh,” Silas cooed. “You’re mine. This is your home now.” Silas chuckled deeply, voice getting darker. “And you’ll learn to like it here.”

Silas grabbed the human’s wrist and yanked him forward. Aspen whimpered, feeling a deep sense of dread in his stomach. Silas considered him a moment, and gently sunk his teeth into his veins. But this feeding felt different to Aspen. His neck started to feel numb where he had been bitten, and that feeling slowly spread to the rest of his body. After a moment, Aspen slumped forward against Silas’ body, mumbling broken pleas under his breath.

“Wh… what’s happening to me?” Aspen whimpered, eyelids drooping. He pushed weakly against the vampire, but he was far too cold and sleepy to fight back.

“Don’t struggle, Aspen. Let me enjoy this.”

“P-please…”

“You like it, don’t you? I told you you would. Just relax, Aspen. Let the venom do its work.”

Aspen struggled to keep his eyes open, blinking rapidly through tears. He shivered against the vampire’s cold body. Then, the poor thing finally succumbed to the venom, all the fight left in him completely drained. His head slowly lolled to the side as he lost consciousness. Silas continued drinking, basking in his sweet blood, until he felt Aspen’s little heart beating no more.

Silas smiled, licked the wound closed, and ruffled the corpse’s hair. He had almost never used venom on his prey, but playing with his food was all part of the fun.

Silas hauled Aspen over his shoulder and walked across the room. He wrenched the door to the basement open, and shoved the corpse inside. The thing toppled down the stairs like a stack of bricks, blood painting its path. The corpse landed on the concrete floor, pale and lifeless.

The vampire shut the door. The sound of a lock clicking shut echoed through the room, and Silas once again trapped Aspen somewhere cold and dark, all alone.

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hope everyone likes the first chapter!! i have sooo much planned for this series so stay tuned :) i don’t mind being sent requests about what you wanna see with these characters either!

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[chokedraven]

Was thinking about it and- what about a demon whumpee? A demon whumpee that somehow gets above, to the earth, suddenly and not of their own free will and just trying to survive there?

Imagine them their whole life living in hell, the hot place, and when they appear on earth, they constantly feel cold here (especially in some countries of the north), which they have to get used to?

What if they were used to know that good is bad in their twisted morality — and now, with kind people surrounding them, they feel just... lost and defensive. Not able to trust anyone.

Maybe whumpee will join bad people, bad relationship because they will feel that these are right, are normal, because they are like most in hell. Maybe they will tolerate pain in their presence, because it's just right, isn't it?

Their life used to be hell, surrounded by bad, by wrong, and they grew up believing it's right. Will there be people here to see through the demonic origin and find a suffering soul in need of salvation?

[mj-iza-writer]

Brought to you by the fact it is 6° flippin Fahrenheit and my behind is frozen. For those who use Celsius that should be -14.444°C. I couldn't imagine being outside for a long period of time. -MJ

Whumpee jumped when they heard Whumper storming through the house and yelling at Caretaker who followed behind complaining about something.

Whumper was the head of the house, Caretaker and Whumpee were held captive there. There was certain rules they had to follow.

One of those was not to make Whumper mad.

Whumpee learned a long time ago to be seen not heard, Caretaker still had some learning.

Whumpee sat quietly on the couch and watched them storm by.

'Caretaker you're going to get us in trouble', Whumpee looked down, hoping to stay out of Whumper's radar.

"You", Whumper suddenly yelled.

Whumpee shuddered as they looked up, "ye-yes master."

Whumper stormed over and grabbed Whumpee's arm and yanked them off the couch.

"Since Caretaker won't stop talking I'll make them beg", Whumper dragged Whumpee behind them, "I'll punish them, by punishing you."

"Mas-master please don't, I'm a good Whumpee", Whumpee cried, "please."

"Don't involve them, this is between you and me", Caretaker tried to pull Whumpee away.

"Let go of them, I'll break an arm, I don't care who's", Whumper led them to the front door.

"Mas-master, please it's cold", Whumpee blubbered, realizing what was happening, "can I... can I at least get a coat?"

"No", Whumper opened the front door, threw Whumpee out into a snow bank, then slammed the door.

Caretaker rushed to open the door.

Whumper slammed the door again, almost getting Caretaker's fingers.

"Don't you fucken dare, it's your fault they are our there. Now beg", Whumper yelled.

Caretaker swallowed a knot in their throat.

"Whumper it's bellow freezing out there", Caretaker reminded, "they didn't do anything. Punish me."

"I am punishing you. By doing this you have to beg me. When they come back in, seeking warmth and love, they won't want it from you. You'll get double humbled", Whumper grinned, "I know how much that bothers you."

Caretaker made a frustrated face.

Frantic knocks came to the door.

"I can almost hear their teeth chattering", Whumper looked out the window, "they look cold. Do you have something to say to me Caretaker?"

"Please let them in, I'm sorry for upsetting you. I should have kept quiet", Caretaker tried their best to be sincere, though every inch of them wanted to lash out and choke Whumper.

Whumper eyed Caretaker, "hmm your getting better with your apologies. I can still tell you want to kill me though", Whumper started to walk away from the door.

"Wait, what about Whumpee?", Caretaker frowned.

"Try again in a few minutes, listen to their desperate knocks if you need motivation", Whumper started toward the living room, but stopped when they heard Caretaker fall to the floor.

"Please let Whumpee in, I'm begging of you, they could easily get frostbite or hypothermia. They just had a shower", Caretaker pleaded, "please."

"Oh geesh, I forgot they had a shower", Whumper snickered, "I like the falling to the ground", Whumper made their way to the door, "that was a nice touch."

Whumper opened the door, "come on, Caretaker dropped to the floor to beg for you."

Whumpee slowly came in and gave them both a dirty look.

They shivered as Whumper pulled at their hair.

"Your hair is frozen, wipe that look off your face, go find something warm to cuddle with", Whumper pointed, "and no I'm not turning up the heat."

Whumpee hurried into the house to find something warm.

"Why are you just sitting there Caretaker, I hurt Whumpee", Whumper chuckled, "you have a job to do. I hope they don't hate you too much."

Caretaker quickly got up, "c-can I make them a hot chocolate or something warm."

"I'll allow it", Whumper walked toward the living room, "have fun."

I just found it it will be -15°f tonight. -26.111°C. It's too cold. -MJ

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[unforgivenn]

Hai a request for the ask game of mess with my OCS one no. 64 if you want for Noah :D

LEFT OUT IN THE COLD

FROM THIS ASK GAME

Shackled by Royalty Masterlist

CW: extreme cold exposure, hypothermia, distress, vulnerability, pet whump, dominant whumper, fear of death

The chill of the night air cut through Noah's skin like a blade as Andrey dragged him outside, the bitter cold biting into his flesh with merciless ferocity. Noah's breath formed clouds of mist in the frigid air, his body trembling uncontrollably as he fought against the icy grip of the winter night.

Noah stopped himself from spitting out curses that were burning on the top of his tongue. Andrey had already been in a pretty bad mood today and Noah definitely had no plans of worsening whatever situation Andrey had in mind for him.

Andrey's grip on Noah's arm was like a vice, his fingers digging into Noah's flesh with a cruel intensity as he dragged him further into the darkness. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the desolate landscape as Andrey led Noah deeper into the heart of the chilling night.

Noah's teeth chattered with every step, his body wracked with shivers as he struggled to keep pace with Andrey's relentless stride. The cold seemed to seep into his very bones, a relentless torment that threatened to consume him whole.

As they reached a clearing, Andrey finally released his hold on Noah, the sudden absence of his touch sending a shiver down Noah's spine. He stumbled backwards, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he surveyed his surroundings.

What the fuck did this sadist want to do with him today?

Andrey stayed quiet for a few seconds before he spoke, his voice gloomy and low that cut through the silence like a knife, sending a chill down Noah's spine.

"This is where you'll learn your place, Noah," he spat, his words laced with venomous contempt. "Out here in the cold, where no one will hear your screams."

The prince signed to his guards as they moved closer to Noah, rope in hand. Fucking robots. Bet they can't do shit on their own.

Noah breathed unevenly, unsure if it was because of the undenying cold or the fear radiating inside him.

One of the guards jumped up on Noah wrestling him to get his hands behind his back.

Andrey couldn't help but smile a bit as he saw Noah struggling to escape their grip crying out. Just like a baby bird struggling to fly. Cute.

Noah surprisingly did put up quite a fight with the guards as the Kozlov prince simply watched his pet being tied up to a willow tree.

Noah's heart hammered in his chest as Andrey turned and walked away, leaving him alone in the darkness. Panic clawed at his chest as he realized the gravity of his situation. Alone, exposed, at the mercy of the unforgiving elements.

"W-WAIT! NO! D-DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!!"

No response. Not that he was expecting one anyways.

With every passing moment, the cold seemed to sink deeper into Noah's bones, a relentless torment that threatened to break him apart. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying in vain to shield himself from the biting wind.

Alone. Vulnerable. Exposed.

Noah's breaths came out in ragged gasps, each exhale a visible cloud in the icy air. He wanted to hug himself to get some sense of warmth only if his hands weren't tied behind him, forcing him to stand in a painful position with his shoulders stretched uncomfortably.

The cold had already seeped into his bones, chilling him to the core.He glanced around the clearing, the shadows dancing in the moonlight like specters of his worst nightmares. The willow tree loomed over him like a silent sentinel, its branches swaying in the frigid breeze. Noah could feel the icy tendrils of fear creeping up his spine, sending shivers down his already trembling frame.

"P-Please.. G-Get me out of here.." He chittered, his lips turning blue in a fraction of minutes.

The hours stretched on, each minute feeling like an eternity as Noah battled against the biting cold. His teeth chattered uncontrollably, his body racked with violent tremors that seemed to shake him to his very core.

He tried to move, to find some semblance of warmth or comfort, but the ropes binding him to the tree held him in place like chains of ice. He was trapped, helpless, at the mercy of the elements.

Desperation clawed at Noah's chest, a primal instinct urging him to fight against the darkness that threatened to consume him. But with each passing moment, the cold seemed to grow more oppressive, suffocating him with its icy embrace.

"ANDREY! A-ANYONE!? I-I'M SORRY!" He felt something in him break when he apologized like he was submitting himself to Andrey. But what else could he do? He would die if he was left out here in only a thin t-shirt and shorts.

Surely, Andrey couldn't let him die right??

There was no response to his shouting, much to his dismay. Noah felt hot tears trickling down his cheeks before he broke down in sobs and cries. He wanted.. no he needed someone to get him out of here.

As the night wore on, Noah's mind began to blur with exhaustion, his thoughts becoming a jumbled mess of fear and despair. He clung to the hope that somehow, someway, he would survive until morning, but with each passing moment, that hope seemed to fade like a distant memory.

Noah's struggles against the cold grew weaker and weaker. His limbs felt heavy, as if weighed down by invisible chains, and his thoughts became sluggish and muddled, lost in the haze of exhaustion and fear.

The relentless chill seeped deeper into his bones, numbing his senses and clouding his mind with a thick fog of confusion. He could no longer feel his fingers or toes, and every breath he took felt like a struggle against an invisible force, as if the very air around him had turned to ice.

Noah's teeth continued to chatter uncontrollably, the sound a constant reminder of his body's desperate fight against the freezing temperatures. But despite his best efforts, the cold seemed to have taken hold of him, wrapping him in its icy embrace with a merciless grip.

He tried to call out for help once again, to scream into the darkness for someone, anyone, to come to his rescue. A small part of him actually wished for Andrey to come and get him inside.Maybe if he would be good, he could even get something hot to soothe his nerves.

But his voice came out as little more than a weak whisper, lost amidst the howling wind and the rustling of leaves.

Noah's eyelids grew heavy, his vision blurring with each passing moment. He felt himself slipping further and further into the cold embrace of unconsciousness, his thoughts fading into darkness like the dying embers of a fire.

And then, finally, mercifully, Noah succumbed to the cold. The cold wrapped around him like a shroud, swallowing him whole in its frozen embrace.

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