#whumptember day 24

[iwritewhump]

"You have to promise I'll come back" + returning home + muffled screams

day 24 of @whumptember

658 words

warnings: young whumpee (implied), betrayal, recapture, physical overpowering

part two | part three

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“Villain?” Hero asks, lowering her head to his level. He stares at her, eyes fuzzy. His eyebrows knit together and Hero repeats herself, “Will you be able to do this?” 

He nods, “Yeah, I-I can do that. Just, um, promise I’ll come back?” 

Hero scans his face, forcing a smile, “Of course you’ll come back, if I thought anything would happen to you, I wouldn’t let you go.” she puts her hands on his shoulders and pulls him into a hug, “Nothing’s going to happen. You have my word.” 

He rests his chin in the crook of her neck and closes his eyes, reveling in her comfort. She pats his back and pulls away. Sniffling, she bumps his forehead with her fist and stands up. “You ready?” 

He nods and takes the hand she offers, squeezing it tightly as they walk out of Hero’s base and to the car. The ride is silent, Hero steals quick looks at him, making sure he wasn’t just doing this for her. He had to want to do this, not just feel obligated. God, she hopes this is the right choice. 

The car stops in front of Supervillain’s lair. Hero glances at Villain, and smiles when he looks at her. “We can go back,” she offers. “Right now. We could leave and go back. But as soon as we get out of the car, there’s no turning around.” 

She’s begging him, begging him to let her save him. To let them turn away and for her to take care of him until she dies. But he won’t let her. Because he doesn’t know. 

He shakes his head and steps out of the car, “We can do this. Then, we can go back. It’ll be alright, we can watch cartoons all night and sleep in.” 

She clears her throat and ruffles his hair, “And we can make cookies for breakfast.” 

“Lunch,” he corrects. “I’m not waking up before noon.” 

She bites her cheek and takes a step forward, “Lunch it is.” 

They walk into the lair, Villain getting closer to her by the step until he’s all but clinging to her. She wraps an arm around his shoulder and presses a kiss to his temple, hoping to keep him calm. 

“Ah,” Supervillain says, descending the staircase. “You brought him.” 

Villain tenses under her, trying to hide under her arm. He whispers, “What’s he talking about?” 

Hero stares ahead and ignores him, “Where do we go?” 

Villain tries to pull away from her, “What are you doing? This was supposed-you promised! Hero, please.” he digs his heels into the ground. “Don’t do this. You promised me.” 

She wraps her other arm around him and hugs him tightly. With a breaking voice she says, “I’m so sorry, Villain. This is the only way to stop him.” 

Supervillain comes up behind him and takes him from her, a small smile on his face. “You did the right thing. He’s all I wanted.” He holds Villain close against him, a hand digging into his shoulder to keep him still. “You’ve saved your city, congratulations.” 

“Wait!” she says, running up to Villain. She cups his cheek and bites the inside of her lip, “I’m so sorry, Villain.” 

He stares at her, tears forming in his eyes. “You’re sorry?” he spits. “You fucking promised me. You promised I wouldn’t end up here again. You looked at me, in the fucking eyes and promised I’d be ok. You said-”

Supervillain cuts him off with a hand over his mouth. “That’s enough.” Villain struggles under his hand, still screaming at her. The tears fall down his cheeks and his face turns red. “You should go, Hero. It’s not going to get any better. You know how he is.” 

She glances at him again, heart aching at the sight of his small frame under Supervillain’s hand. She runs out of the lair, forcing herself to look ahead. It was the only way.

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Fuffy blanket for Jay, please? 🥺

Eden

Whumptember day 24. Muffled screams

TW: nightmares, trauma, mild self harm, biting, bruises, creepy/intimate whumper, carewhumper, pet whumpees, multiple whumpees

Note: This is set a while before Jay's death, obviously.

Christopher woke up to the sound of screaming. This wasn't unusual in the summer, when the woods were full of screech owls who loved to give him a show. But in the middle of winter, when all the birds had flown south, the sound filled him with dread.

He got out of bed, folding his blankets neatly out of habit, and walked to the bedroom where Ezra and Jay's slept. As he knocked lightly on the door, the sound of screaming quickly muffled itself.

The door creaked as it opened, and Christopher saw that Ezra was still fast asleep. And no wonder, with how exhausting of a day he had been through. Jay's sat up next to him, biting down on their own arm to keep from making noise.

Not wanting stress Ezra by waking him, Christopher gently helped Jay stand up from the bed. They followed him back to his own room, guided by his hand around their own. Their trembling nearly caused them to fall at multiple points, so Christopher was careful to walk slowly.

Jay sat down on Christopher's bed, trying to act submissive even as they stifled their sobs by biting down on their arm as hard as they possibly could.

"That's enough of that," Christopher scolded. "You're hurting yourself."

Jay dropped both their hands to their lap, crying harder than ever. The nasty bruises on their arm were dark red, struck through with deep lines of purple.

"I- I'm s- I'm sorry," they wailed. "I'm s- so sorry."

Christopher squeezed Jay in a tight hug. "Breathe. Take deep breaths. You're going to be fine. I am not mad at you."

"I had a stupid nightmare and- and... I don't know." Jay shivered, and rubbed their arms. "I'm sorry I woke you up, sir. I'm so so sorry."

Christopher wrapped his blanket around Jay's shoulders. They clung to it, as though the fluffy material might offer them protection from more than just the cold.

"You have nothing to apologize for," Christopher said. "I only wanted to make sure you were alright."

"Yes sir."

"I love you. I hope you know that."

"I-" Jay choked back their tears. "I love you. I really really do.

"Why don't you sleep in here tonight? I'm a light sleeper, so I'll wake you up if you have another nightmare. And I'll be right here if anything happens."

"Thank you, sir." Jay wiped the tears from their eyes. "Thank you. I'll try to be better."

Christopher knew he had to talk Jay out of their need to be "good", considering that Colt's standards of morality and reasonable conduct had been... questionable, to say the least.

But for the time being, getting them cozy in bed to ward off sleep deprivation was very important. He knew full well that emotional conditioning took a very long time to do or undo.

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Whumptember day 24

“You have to promise I’ll come back” Muffled screams | Returning home | Uncommon restraints

Content warning: brief mention of death and gun violence.

Whumpee watched as Medic and Caretaker prepared the ritual. They didn’t pretend to understand the details. The candles, the stranger symbols etched into the ground, the even stranger book Medic was carefully reading over–it was all over Whumpee’s head, and honestly trying to understand it would only make it worse.

They glanced down at the belts wrapped firmly around their limbs, binding them to the chair.It wasn’t the perfect solution, but it was the best they had on short notice. If they had the time to find better restraints, Whumpee wouldn't be doing this in the first place. Whumpee tested them, making sure they would hold. They shuddered at the feeling of leather pressing into their skin, the sensation painfully familiar.

“So, I’ll go over this with you once more,” Medic’s voice trembled slightly as they spoke, anxiety cutting through their usually stoic demeanor. “We’re going to summon Whumper’s spirit into your body. Once we do, we’ll get the information we need to find Leader, then we’ll remove them from your body. If we can’t get them to talk within fifteen minutes, we exorcize them regardless,” They looked up from the book in their hands, eyebrows creased in worry. “The process shouldn’t hurt you at all.”

The fact that they’d said shouldn’t rather than won’t didn’t comfort Whumpee, but they nodded nonetheless. “Got it. Ghost in, ghost out. Super simple.”

Caretaker stood just behind Medic, hands wringing anxiously together. Their expression only grew more worried as Medic finished their explanation. “If you don’t want to do this, we can find another way. You don’t have to do this,” They blurted out, voice almost a whine.

“I’m sure,” it was a blatant lie, but they didn’t have any other options. As far as they knew, Leader was stuck in some secret cell somewhere, slowly starving to death. If they didn’t do this, they’d have no chance of finding Leader in time. There was only one way to find the hideout, and that was by talking to the only person who knew where it was.

That person was Whumper, and as of two days and a bullet to the chest ago, they were dead.

“It–it doesn’t have to be Whumpee, does it?” Caretaker asked, turning to Medic. “After what Whumper did to them, is it really safe to–?”

Medic nodded. “I understand your concern, but they’re our best chance,” Their voice was softer than Whumpee had ever heard it. “The summoning is more likely to work if the spirit has a…history with the vessel. Whumpee has had the most contact with Whumper.

It was a strange way to say that Whumpee had spent months tortured by Whumper, but the point was clear. Caretaker fell silent, eyes downcast. After a long moment, Medic turned to stare at Whumpee. “Are you ready?”

No. They weren’t ready to let the bastard who’d tortured them, who’d nearly killed them, puppet their body around. Whumpee gave a shaky nod nonetheless.“Just…you have to promise me I’ll come back. Just promise me that, yeah?”

“I promise,” determination hardened Medic’s voice, and behind them Caretaker nodded along. Whumpee tried to share that confidence.

Whumpee forced themselves to breathe evenly as their teammates finished the preparations. They watched as Medic skimmed through the book again, their expression grim.When they next spoke, it was in a language that Whumpee could barely recognize as human. It hurt just to hear it.

The flickering of candles was the only warning Whumpee had before they were plunged into an unnatural darkness. Their surroundings vanished as they fell, body going numb as they were dragged somewhere within their mind. They tried to gasp on reflex, but found that they couldn’t reach their body anymore.

The last thing Whumpee felt was their expression, completely out of their control, twisting into a cruel grin.

[whumpy-writings]

Some more Travis and Blair? I have no idea what could happen to the two of them, but I just love when whumpees thinks their caretaker (reluctant or not) is a new whumper

Of Vampires and Men Masterlist

Whumtember 2022 Day 24: Reluctant goodbye

CW: Poisoning mention, vampires, slavery, left behind, military setting

Travis winced as he sipped his soup. It had been two weeks since he had been poisoned but he was still dealing with pounding headaches and a distinct distrust of all liquids. The Torins had taken the fort and Travis could hear them bustling around outside, preparing to encroach further into Lucian territory. Apparently the Torins were winning the war. 

 A knock sounded on the door and Travis lifted his head as Micah entered the room.

"How are you feeling today?" Micah asked.

"Better," Travis said. He was so jealous of Micah: the vampire had only needed a few days of rest before he had completely recovered from the poisoning. Travis, on the other hand, still felt incredibly weak.

Micah sat down on the bed across from Travis' and folded his hands in his lap. He seemed nervous.

"Travis... we need to talk about what is going to happen to you," Micah said.

Travis' stomach dropped. "W-what do you mean? Aren't I staying with you and the rest of the unit?"

Micah looked down at his hands. "The unit is being disbanded. The men are being sent home, honorably discharged for their service."

Travis' heart skipped a beat.

"You, on the other hand, are considered to be captured property," Micah said. His nose wrinkled at that term. "Legally, you belong to the Torin army."

"What does that mean?" Travis asked.

"That means that you can't come with me or any of the other men."

"That's not fair!" Travis yelled. Tears were burning at his eyes and he tried to blink them back. "We've been through so much, they can't just take me."

"Yes they can," Micah said quietly. "Believe me, I've argued with my superiors about this. I've begged them to let me keep you. But they said that the army needs as many humans as it can get, and that means that they need you."

"I don't want to be alone," Travis said, his voice breaking on the last word. The tears he had been trying to hold back began streaming down his cheeks. He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes as he sobbed. He didn't react when he felt the mattress bow next to him. Then Micah pulled Travis into his arms.

"I'm so, so sorry Travis," Micah said.

"I'm going to miss you," Travis said with a sniffle.

"I'm going to miss you too. We all are." Micah paused. "You saved our lives Travis. We wouldn't be alive if not for you." Travis closed his eyes. The vampires wouldn't have survived without his blood. He shouldn't have thought he would ever be treated as anything more than a blood bag.

"When do you leave?" Travis asked.

"Now," Micah said. "We were just told last night that we were being discharged. The rest of the men are outside. They were hoping to come in, to say goodbye to you?"

Travis nodded, and Micah released the hug. Travis tried unsuccessfully to wipe away his tears. Gods, he was a mess. Micah got to his feet and opened the door. Travis' heart almost broke as the vampires who he had spent the last couple months with entered the room. All their goodbyes, their expressions of thanks, blurred together as Travis embraced each of them in turn. Then they were gone.

It was just Travis and Micah left.

"I've talked with Blair. You'll be staying with them from now on. They keep humans for use in the army's medical program. They can explain more about it than I can, but suffice to say they will make sure that you are safe and well-cared for."

Travis liked Blair, they were kind and gentle. But he liked Micah and the rest of the men more.

"Please don't leave me," he whispered. Then he threw his arms around Micah and gave him the tightest hug he could. "Please don't go."

"I'll try to come visit," Micah said gently. Then he extricated himself from Travis' hug. "Goodbye, Travis," he said with a catch in his throat, clearly trying to hold back his own tears.

Travis stared at the door that closed behind Micah. His soup sat on the nightstand, cold and forgotten. Travis didn't even try to stop the tears now.

He had lost everyone he had ever known when the Lucians had taken him from his village. He had just been starting to build up a circle of people around him, albeit people who were vampires, when the Torins had taken over the fort and forced his friends to leave And now he was alone again.

Travis didn't know how long he sat there, staring at the door. Then a light tap at the door and Blair entered the room. His new owner, for all intents and purposes. Travis unconsciously shrank back from the vampire.

"Hi Travis," Blair said gently. "How're you holding up?"

Travis didn't respond, instead picking at a loose thread on his blanket.

"I'm scared," he said finally. It was the truth.

Blair approached Travis' bed and reached out to lay their hand on top of his. Their skin was cool and dry, but not unpleasantly so.

"It's okay to be scared," they said quietly. "But I promise that you'll have a good life with me and the rest of the medical humans."

"But it's not my choice," Travis said. "It's not my choice," he repeated quietly.

He expected to feel anger when he said those words. Anger that the vampires had taken away everything from him. Anger that he didn't get a say in what happened to his body. But instead of anger, he just felt resigned.

"But I'm just a blood bag to you, aren't I?" Travis raised his head and met Blair's eyes.

They looked back at him with a furrowed brow and shook their head. "No Travis, you're so much more than that." And before Travis could react, Blair was kissing him. And Travis was kissing the vampire back.

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Whumptember 2023 Masterlist

Since I'm mostly posting my fics on Ao3 now and only really cross-posting them here for BTHB, I've decided that a masterlist with links to my Ao3 works would be simpler for Whumptember 2023 (partly because I actually understand Ao3's tagging and warning system, which are crucial to the event). Also, since I'm combining Whumptember prompts with the remaining prompts from my BTHB card, I'll still post the fics fulfilling BTHB on Tumblr, but all of the remaining Whumptember fics will just be linked on this masterlist.

Here is a link to my Whumptember 2023 series on Ao3 that has more info about how I'm tackling this writing challenge. Links to individual fics are under the cut and will be updated as I post. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Day 1: The Hubris of Our Forefathers

Day 2*: Like an Answered Prayer ch. 1

Day 3*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 1

Day 4: Blood of My Blood ch. 1

Day 5: One Foot In

Day 6: Blood of My Blood ch. 2

Day 7*: Blood of My Blood ch. 3

Day 8*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 2

Day 9*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 3

Day 10*: Like an Answered Prayer ch. 2

Day 11*: Lavender Tea

Day 12*: Home and Bodies

Day 13*: Talking Ghosts

Day 14*: To Steal and Steel a Heart

Day 15*: Absence and Adhesion

Day 16*: When the Caught Fly Spins a Web of Its Own

Day 17: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 4

Day 18*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 5

Day 19: How to Play a Pair of Kings

Day 20: Empty Isn't Nothing

Day 21*: Like an Answered Prayer ch. 3

Day 22*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 6

Day 23*: Quicksand

Day 24: Living Metamorphosis

Day 25: Like an Answered Prayer ch. 4

Day 26*: Bury Us Together

Day 27*: Fading Visions of Grandeur

Day 28*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 7

Day 29*: We Were Out of Time

Day 30: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 8

*Days demarcated with an asterisk also fulfill my BTHB card prompts and can be found on Tumblr and Ao3

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[iwritewhump]

whumptember day 23 and 24

title: haunting

prompts: “stop coming back”, returning to the battle field (altprompts 1 and 6)

warnings: bleeding out from a slit throat

characters: villain, hero (technically)

393 words

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Villain walked out of the door onto the building’s roof. Her eyes were clouded with tears as she walked around the top of the building. She looked over the city and took a deep breath. 

“Hiya, Villain.” someone said behind her. 

She spun around, hand reaching for her throwing stars. “Who’s there?” 

She knew. 

There was nobody behind her. Or next to her. Or on the roof at all. 

She shook her head, trying to clear it and her hand moved back to her side. 

“You are imagining it, you know,” the voice says again. “I’m not actually here. You know that.” 

She walked away from the edge of the roof and exhaled shakily. The roof was still empty, just like she knew it would be. She was alone. She was always alone. She liked being alone. Didn’t she? 

Yes. 

Being alone was good. And safe. 

It didn’t matter that when she fought Hero she felt more alive than she had her entire life. That was a normal thing. Wasn’t it? 

“Wrong,” the voice chided. “You were so alone that you looked forward to fighting me.” 

“No.” she said. She wrung her hands together and shook her head. Hero was the one who started all the fighting. He was the one who was lonely. He was the one who looked forward to their fights. Right? 

“Then why do you keep coming back here?” he asks. 

The air turns cold and Villain wraps her arms around herself. “This is the best vantage point in the city.” 

“Wrong again,” he sings. “You keep coming back because this is where it all ended.” 

“You’re wrong.” She turns around again and looks at the ground where it’s still stained red from Hero’s blood. 

If she closes her eyes, she can still see him lying on the ground, blood spurting from his throat. He choked on his blood, it bubbled out of his mouth and spilled onto his chin. He stared at her as his breathing became more and more erratic. They both knew he was dying and she relished in the moment. This meant she won. 

“If I’m wrong, then stop coming back.” Hero says. “There’s another building just two blocks-why am I telling you? You know it already.” 

She stares at the bloodstain. “You’re wrong.” 

“Then prove it.” Hero spits. 

The next night, Villain comes back.