#amow winter whumperland 2024

[serickswrites]

Comfort & Joy

Warnings: grief, death, mcd, referenced mcd

Caretaker hated this time of year. They hated everything about it: the joy, the gatherings, and most of all, they hated that it reminded them of Whumpee.

Whumpee loved the holiday season. They lived for this time of year. As soon as Caretaker would allow it, Whumpee would decorate the entire house and bask in the glory of the holiday. They loved everything about the season.

"I see you everywhere," Caretaker said to the dark and empty house. "How can I not? Every window display. Every house that's decorated. It all reminds me of you." Caretaker closed their eyes against the tears that were threatening to overwhelm them. "I....I don't mind thinking about you. But when I do.....when I do I always end up thinking about what happened."

Caretaker didn't want to think about what happened to Whumpee. Didn't want to think about when they didn't know what happened. Didn't want to think about finding Whumpee. Or what was left after Whumper had grown tired of them and disposed of their body. Caretaker didn't want to think about that. They couldn't.

"Whumpee, I can't do this. I can't live without you like this. I can't. YOu always said this time of year was full of miracles. So can you do one for me now? Can you please just come back. Can you come back healed and whole? Can you please, please just be alive again. I can't live without you, Whumpee."

Despite Caretaker's sobbing, despite their begging, the house remained cold and dark. As it had every day since Whumpee's body was recovered. As it would remain until Caretaker's grief was no longer all consuming.

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Winter Whumperland Day 6

Prompts: Post-Apocalyptic Winter, Amnesia

Rated: teen

Warnings: implied/referenced death

Relationships: Hiccup & Toothless, Hiccup & the Dragon Riders

Word Count: 1,797

Summary: Hiccup is hit in the head from a fall on Toothless. He comes to not remembering the world he’s in.

A/N: Actually trying to finish this challenge.

[serickswrites]

Up on the Housetop

Warnings: referenced torture, wounds, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee

Whumpee was exhausted. They had to be. Caretaker knew they had to be exhausted. Caretaker themself was exhausted, and so Whumpee had to be too.

But no matter how much Caretaker tried to coax Whumpee to rest, to sleep and recover, Whumpee wouldn't. They lay awake in the bed, moaning quietly. Their sweat soaked brow as feverishly hot and Caretaker began to worry that Whumpee was hurting themself further.

"Darling, you need to sleep. It's the only way your body is going to be able to heal everything from..." Caretaker let their voice trail off at seeing the terror fill Whumpee's eyes again.

"From Whumper. You can say it," Whumpee croaked. They stared at Caretaker with fever bright eyes. "I....I can't sleep."

"You can, darling. I'm here. You're safe. I'll watch over you. I promise. Please, please just let yourself rest. For me?"

Caretaker felt guilty as Whumpee nodded. They knew every time Whumpee shut their eyes they were reliving what Whumper did to them. But they needed to rest. It was the only way their body was going to heal. "It's ok. I'm here. You're safe. I'll watch over you," Caretaker repeated softly. They rubbed soothing circles on Whumpee's palm as they watched Whumpee slowly fall into a fitful sleep. "You'll be ok," Caretaker whispered again as they watched over Whumpee. Whumpee had to be ok. They just needed time.

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[serickswrites]

Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire

Warnings: captivity, restraints, gag, implied non con, creepy/intimate whumper

"Isn't this just lovely, sweets?" Whumper said as they gestured to the candles lit all around. "I wanted a romantic evening with you."

Whumpee growled around the gag in their mouth. Whumper had tied them to the head board hours ago and hadn't touched them since. They knew that was about to change.

"So fiery, I do love that about you, sweets. The fiery ones are always the best to break." Whumper slowly sauntered over to the bed. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you."

Whumpee tried to pull their wrists free as Whumper climbed up and began to caress them through their shirt. "Don't worry, sweets, we have all the time in the world. I want to enjoy this. I want to take my time. Why, we might not even been done before all these candles burn out. I do have a lot of stamina you know."

Whumpee growled again as they tried to jerk away. Whumper leaned over and nipped at the shell of Whumpee's ears. "Let's see if you are up to snuff, sweets. Let's see what you're made of," they whispered as their fingers caressed lower and lower.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut tight as Whumper's fingers moved. They didn't want to see the delight in Whumper's eyes. Whumper chuckled softly. "This is going to be fun, sweets."

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[serickswrites]

Under the Mistletoe

Warnings: threats, blackmail, referenced noncon, referenced videotaping

"Now, Whumpee, you're going to have to do as I say," Whumper said with a wicked grin.

"I don't have to do shit for you," Whumpee shot back. They glared at Whumper. There was absolutely nothing Whumper could do to make them agree to the proposal. It went against everything Whumpee stood for.

"Oh, but you do, Whumpee," Whumper smirked. They leaned back in the office chair. "You have so many nice things, it would be shame if everyone found out who you truly are."

"And who is that?" Whumpee hated that Whumper had come to their office. Hated everything about Whumper.

"My dirty, little slut."

Whumpee's mouth went dry. "You have no proof of what you did. I have no proof of what you did." Whumpee shuddered as they tried to prevent the memories from coming back.

"Oh, but I do, Whumpee. I do. You see, I wanted to remember our time together, so I took a little video. I love watching what I did to you. I love watching it over and over. And if you don't agree to this proposal, I will ensure everyone you know and love receives a copy of this video. And your life will be over, Whumpee."

Whumpee tried to speak twice before they could finally find their voice. "And when shall the terms of this proposal go into effect?"

"Immediately."

Whumpee shuddered. "Well, I see I have no choice, Whumper."

"And that's what I like about you, Whumpee, watching you squirm as you try to find a way out. No escaping this time," Whumper giggled. "I enjoyed fucking you in my bed. I'm enjoying fucking your life over now. Maybe I'll enjoy fucking you on this desk, too."

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[serickswrites]

Baby It's Cold Outside

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, escape, hypothermia

Whumpee ran as fast as their body would allow them. Between their injuries, pain, and the deep snow, they were making slow progress. But they had to get away. Once Whumper discovered they were gone they would be hunted. They couldn't be hunted. They couldn't go back.

Whumpee was so terribly cold. The cold in their bones was more painful than all of the torture Whumper put them through. At least it was warm with Whumper.

Whumpee shook their head. They couldn't think like that. They had to get home. They had to keep going. Running would keep them warm. They could do this.

And so Whumpee ran through the snow as fast as they could, their body no longer shivering. Perhaps it wasn't as cold as they thought.

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[serickswrites]

Cookies for Santa

Warnings: poisoning, unconsciousness, cardiac arrest, respiratory arrest, cpr, unclear character status

Team Leader walked into the kitchen of Base, surprised to see Smallest Teammate still up. "I thought everyone was asleep," Team Leader said as they stopped at the table where Smallest Teammate was heaping food from a take out box onto their plate.

"They are, but I'm starving." Smallest Teammate grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the bag on the table and began to eat.

"Didn't you all eat dinner?" Team Leader asked as they sat down. They had been gone most of the evening dealing with Organization's leadership and the repercussions of Whumper's escape from prison. While they were hungry, they were too exhausted and anxious to eat. But they knew they had to eat something or they would be useless for the rest of the team.

"Yeah, but, I'm still hungry. So I ordered some more food. Do you want some?"

Team Leader nodded and sniffed the box. "What did you order?"

"Noodles, tofu, and green beans. My usual." Smallest Teammate began to stuff food into their mouth with gusto. They made happy, little sounds as they chewed. "It's so good," they said with a mouthful of food, "try some."

Team Leader took a few green beans and took a bite. "Eugh, that's pretty bitter, Smallest Teammate. Is it usually that bitter?"

Smallest Teammate shrugged. "My mouth went numb a lot faster than normal. Maybe there's extra peppercorns in there."

Team Leader nodded and decided that perhaps a piece of dry toast was better. They didn't like the bitterness of the pepper corns, nor the numbness and tingling that came with them. "I'm making some tea, do you want any?"

Smallest Teammate shook their head and continued to eat. "Why were you gone so long?"

Team Leader sighed. "It was a long meeting. There was a lot to discuss. I don't know if we will have a good plan in the next few days or not. But we need to. Whumper can't be left to their own devices for long or we will be in deep trouble."

Team Leader's phone pinged from the other room. "I'll be right back," Team Leader said as they hurried out of the kitchen. It could be news on the plan to stop Whumper. Team Leader quickly read through all the notifications on their phone. None of them were important, but they needed to be sure.

"False alarm," they said softly as they walked back to the kitchen. "Anyway, we're still trying to figure out what to do. What do you think, Smallest Teammate?"

Smallest Teammate didn't respond. Thinking Smallest Teammate didn't hear them over the sounds of eating, Team Leader called out a little louder, "Smallest Teammate?"

But still Smallest Teammate didn't respond. Team Leader's mouth went dry as they crossed the threshold to the kitchen and could see Smallest Teammate on the floor, gasping for air.

"No!" Team Leader shouted as they hurried forward. Smallest Teammate had to be choking on something. Team Leader tried to pull Smallest Teammate to standing so they could do the heimlich, but Smallest Teammate was completely limp in their arms. "Hold on, I've got you. I've got you."

Smallest Teammate's head lolled on their neck as Team Leader quickly began the maneuver. But no matter how hard Team Leader pressed, Smallest Teammate's breathing didn't become easier. If anything it became more labored. "NNNNNNNNotttttttt ch-ch-ch-cho'nggggggg," Smallest Teammate gasped.

"What do you mean you're not choking?" Team Leader turned Smallest Teammate in their arms.

Smallest Teammate gasped for air, their mouth opening wide. Team Leader could see nothing obstructed their airway, or at least from what they could see. "F-F-F-Fooooood," Smallest Teammate managed to gasp out. "PPPPPPPPo--"

Smallest Teammate's words cut off as they struggled to breath. Poison. Poison had been the word they were trying to say, Team Leader was sure of it. "HELP!" Team Leader roared. They needed the rest of the team. "HELP!" They screeched as Smallest Teammate's eyes rolled into the back of their head.

Team Leader gently laid Smallest Teammate on their side and in the recovery position, hoping it would ease their breathing. "TEAMMATE ONE!" Team Leader shouted to the squad's medic. "GET YOUR ASS IN HERE PRONTO!

"Hold on, Smallest Teammate. Help is on the way," Team Leader murmured softly. "Smallest Teammate?" Smallest Teammate's loud gasps for air had stopped, their body completely still and the room suddenly silent.

"Smallest Teammate?" Team Leader said as they heard the sounds of the team hurrying towards them. Team Leader pressed their fingers to the pulse in Smallest Teammate's neck. "NO!" They shouted as they rolled Smallest Teammate on their back and began compressions. "You can't die, Smallest Teammate. You can't. Hold on!"

"What happened?" Teammate One said as they stopped in the doorway.

"Poison. I don't know what kind. But they've been poisoned. Hurry. They're not breathing, they're pulseless, and I don't know what to do other than CPR. Come on, Smallest Teammate, come on."

Team Leader never stopped their compressions as Teammate One began to order the rest of the team around. "Just keep doing that Team Leader, I'm figuring it out!"

Team Leader nodded. "Please, Smallest Teammate, just hold on. Hold on. Don't leave us yet. Come on, come on."

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Deck the Halls

Warnings: gore, body modification, blood, corpse desecration, character death, mcd, captivity, restraints, gag

"Caretaker, I think you'll like my latest decoration," Whumper cooed as they dragged a bound and gagged Caretaker from the basement. "I worked extra hard on it this year."

Caretaker struggled against Whumper. They had been trying to find a way to liberate Whumpee when Whumper found them. Whumper had been quick to tie Caretaker up and shove them through the door to the basement, leaving them alone in the dark. Caretaker had vowed that they would find a way out and get Whumpee to safety before beating the ever loving fuck out of Whumper.

"Come now, come now, really, it's absolutely splendid. You just have to see it!" Whumper continued to drag Caretaker along. "I would hate to have to smack you unconscious so that you miss the debut of my new decoration. I dare say it is the prize of my collection and will be for years to come."

Caretaker stopped struggling. They would be of no use to Whumpee if they were unconscious. They glanced around looking for Whumpee. They were certain that Whumper would have dragged Whumpee out first, but Whumpee was nowhere to be seen.

Whumper shoved Caretaker to their knees in front of a drape of cloth. Whatever was beneath the cloth was huge, nearly as tall as Caretaker was. "Behold, my latest and greatest decoration."

Caretaker gasped as Whumper ripped away the cloth, revealing what was beneath. Or who was beneath rather.

Whumpee stood on a small pedestal. Their eyes were closed, but their head remained upright. Blood had dried on the corner of their lips. They were dressed like a nutcracker, complete with wooden sword on their hip, and large hat tucked under one of their arms that had been carefully bent. Caretaker's mouth went dry as they realized it had been sewn to Whumpee's fingers. They stood completely still on the pedestal.

"Aren't they fantastic? Look, I can even make them walk with my latest modification." Whumper stepped onto the platform behind Whumpee and grabbed onto something. Whumpee's head didn't move as Whumper made their legs lift stiffly. Whumper marched Whumpee forward a few steps before twirling them around.

Caretaker began to sob as they saw the mechanism for what kept Whumpee upright and moving. Whumper had pierced Whumpee's body with a series of wooden dowels, each connecting to a main pole running the length of Whumpee's back. They realized that Whumpee was only upright and unmoving because of this. They realized as Whumper continued to speak that Whumpee was dead.

"I cried too when I first saw the completed project. Whumpee was simply to beautiful not to include them in my collection, don't you think?"

Whumpee was dead. Caretaker hadn't saved them. Caretaker hadn't saved them from anything but a terrible death. And a terrible thing after death. Whumper was going to find a way to preserve the body forever and keep them on display. This was all Caretaker's fault.

"I had to attach this main pole first and that proved trickiest because they wouldn't stop squirming and crying. The main anchor point here," Whumper pointed to the blood stain on the left side of Whumpee's upper back, "took care of that of course. I doubt they lived long after that pierced their heart, but I'll never know."

Caretaker stopped listening to Whumper as Whumper continued to prattle on and on about how they mutilated Whumpee's body. How they desecrated Whumpee's corpse. Whumpee was dead. Caretaker had failed and Whumpee was dead.

"I'm not sure how to get their mouth to open and close like a real nutcracker, but I'm sure you and I can work out how to do that in a matter of hours, what do you think?"

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[serickswrites]

Advent Calendar

Warnings: kidnapping, restraints, drugging, manipulation, implied torture, cruel whumper

"Caretaker," Whumper's voice was smooth as butter as Caretaker answered the phone.

"What do you want?" Caretaker spat out. They wanted nothing to do with Whumper. Wanted nothing more than to kick the crap out of Whumper and never see them again.

"Now, is that anyway to talk to little old me?"

"Yes, you're a piece of shit."

"Hmmmm," Whumper said sounding disappointed, "then I guess you don't care very much about Whumpee."

Caretaker's heart stopped. Whumpee. "What are you going to do to Whumpee?"

Whumper chuckled. "Got your attention, eh? Well, if you can tell me exactly what I want to hear in the next two minutes, I'll leave Whumpee alone."

"And what is it exactly that you want to hear?" Anything. Caretaker would say anything to save Whumpee.

"Oh, I think you know, Caretaker. You now have a minute and thirty seconds."

"Just tell me what you want to know and I'll tell you!"

"Ugh, fine, I'll say it. Since you seem to have forgotten what I want. I want you to tell me exactly where the money is, Caretaker. The money that should be rightfully mine. One minute now."

"It's with the rightful heir," Caretaker said quickly. "Now, leave Whumpee alone." Caretaker didn't care that Whumper knew that information. The rightful heir was safe. The money was safe. They had to make sure Whumpee would be safe, too.

"Excellent, excellent. See, Whumpee, I told you Caretaker would tell me."

Caretaker's mouth went dry. "What?"

"Check your email," Whumper said as Caretaker's phone pinged. "Go ahead, I'll wait."

Caretaker's heart was in their throat as they stared down at the image in their email. Whumpee was slumped over in a chair, bound at the wrists and ankles. Their eyes were hazy and Caretaker could see a pinprick on their neck. "What have you done to them?"

"I gave them a little of this, a little of that. You know, just some things to try and convince them to talk. But they didn't. So I knew you would. And now I get to punish them for their insolence."

"Whumper, wait! Whumper!" Caretaker screamed into the dead line. They had to find Whumpee. Whumper had kidnapped Whumpee and was likely going to torture Whumpee to death unless Caretaker stopped them. They had to find Whumpee now.

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[serickswrites]

All I Want for Christmas is You

Warnings: yandere, stalking, threats, creepy/intimate whumper

"There's a parcel for you, Whumpee," Caretaker said as they carried a bunch of packages through the door. "Did you order anything?"

Whumpee shook their head, unable to recall ordering anything. "Does it say who it's from?"

Caretaker set the box down and checked it over. "No. And that's weird, it doesn't have any postage on it either. Who would be dropping a box off for you in person but not stay to see you open it?"

Whumpee's mouth went dry. There was only one person who would do that. "Oh I'm sure they can see me open it," Whumpee said as they took the package with shaking hands.

"Whumpee?" Caretaker sounded concerned.

Whumpee wanted to reassure Caretaker that it was nothing. That there was nothing wrong. But they couldn't. There was only one person who always watched Whumpee, no matter what they did or where they went. They always had eyes on Whumpee. Whumpee swallowed and opened the box carefully.

They pulled out the note from the top of the tissue paper. They felt nauseous. For you to wear when I come to take you home. You've been wanting to come live with me for so long, our dream will be coming true very soon, my love.

Whumper didn't sign it. Whumper didn't need to sign it. Whumpee's heart was pounding as they lifted the tissue paper from the box, revealing a delicate, lacy outfit.

"Lingerie? Whumpee, you didn't tell me you were seeing someone!" Caretaker said with a smile. "Who's the lucky person?"

Whumpee felt faint. "Caretaker," Whumpee shut their eyes against the tears that were threatening to spill over, "there's something I've been needing to tell you about. And you're not going to like it. But I need you to listen very carefully."

At seeing how serious Whumpee was, Caretaker went very still. "Whumpee? What's wrong?"

Whumpee stared down at the note once more. "I think we need to call the police first. Please, hurry."

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Sugar Plums Dancing in Their Heads

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, temporary character death, nightmares, flashbacks, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Caretaker ran down the corridor. They couldn't be too late. Their exhausted body protested being pushed further, their lungs screaming for air. But they couldn't stop. They were so close. They had found Whumpee. Whumpee needed them.

Caretaker skidded to a halt at the end of the corridor, where it opened up to a great room. "NO!" They screeched as their brain finally made sense of what their eyes were seeing.

Whumpee hung limply in the chains keeping them suspended the air. Blood dripped from the deep cuts that littered their body. Their head hung low, obscuring their face from Caretaker's view.

"Whumpee, no! Say something! I'm here!" Caretaker shouted as they raced forward. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.

Whumpee didn't move. Didn't groan. Didn't so much as even breathe as Caretaker called to them. "Whumpee, please, say something," Caretaker said as they reached Whumpee.

Caretaker gasped as they could finally see Whumpee's face. Their eyes were closed, their features lax. Blood and saliva dripped from their mouth. "Whumpee, please. Please, you have to be ok. You have to be ok." Caretaker pressed two shaking fingers to Whumpee's throat.

"NOOOOOOO!" They screamed as there was no pulse beating beneath their finger tips. "PLEASE NOOOO!"

"Caretaker, Caretaker," a voice called gently, wrenching Caretaker out of their horror, "Caretaker you have to wake up."

Caretaker jolted awake. They blinked against the bright lights in the room. Where were they? Whumpee? "I didn't fall asleep."

"You were having a nightmare," Friend said with a gentle smile, "you fell asleep after we got home from visiting Whumpee. You were so exhausted, I thought it best to let you sleep."

Caretaker breathed a sigh of relief. It was a nightmare. It was only a nightmare. Whumpee was alive. Whumpee was alive and healing in the hospital. Whumpee wasn't dead. They had arrived in time. "Thanks for waking me."

Friend nodded. "How about we get you some nice chamomile tea and see if we can chase that dream out of your head."

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[serickswrites]

Frosty the Snowman

Warnings: explosion, head injury, blood, wounds, impalement, unconsciousness

"Look out!" Whumpee's words were nearly drowned out by the sounds of the explosion and the roar of the fire ripping through the building.

Caretaker didn't have time to react before they were shoved out of the way, the force of the explosion throwing them to the ground. They groaned as their head bounced off the wooden porch step. "Fuck," they moaned as they lay in the snow, taking stock of their injuries. Their head hurt, but overall, they felt relatively ok.

"Whumpee?" They called out weakly. With their head hurting this much and the light hurting their eyes, they knew that they needed an ambulance and Whumpee would need to call for one. They definitely had a concussion.

"Whumpee?" Caretaker tried again after a few moments of silence. Maybe their words got drowned out by the roar of the fire ripping through the remnants of Whumper's cottage. Whumper had been long gone by the time Whumpee and Caretaker had arrived. But they had rigged an explosion to go off the moment someone opened the door. "Whumpee?"

But still, Whumpee didn't reply. Caretaker rolled onto their side with a groan. The world spun around them quickly and they shut their eyes to fight off the nausea. Where was Whumpee and why weren't they answering Caretaker? "Whumpee!" Caretaker called a little louder. "This is no time to be running off. I need your help!"

Caretaker finally managed to sit up without another wave of nausea hitting them. They opened their eyes and looked around to see where Whumpee had run off to. Their mouth went dry as they saw Whumpee. Whumpee was sprawled on their back in the rapidly growing red snow. An icicle from the roof of the cottage had pierced their left side and stuck out from their torso like an exclamation point.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker crawled towards them. "Say something, Whumpee."

Whumpee had shoved them out of the way. Had shoved them out of the way from the falling icicle and had been impaled by the one that would have very likely killed Caretaker. This was their fault. "Whumpee!"

Caretaker ignored the bile creeping up their throat, reasoning that it was nausea from their head injury and not the fear that Whumpee had died in their stead. "Please, please, please," Caretaker whispered as they reached Whumpee.

Whumpee's chest rose and fell weakly, a soft wheeze sounding with each breath. "Hold on, Whumpee, hold on," Caretaker said as they palmed for their phone in their pocket. "Hold on," they repeated as they called 911. They knew they shouldn't remove the icicle, but beyond that, they didn't know what to do to keep Whumpee alive until EMS arrived.

"Please, just hold on for me, Whumpee, hold on."

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[serickswrites]

Got Run Over by a Reindeer

Warnings: broken bones, blood, injury

"No, please, no!" Whumpee cried as they tried to hobble along on their broken ankle. They had to get away from the creatures that stalked them. They regretted the late evening walk through the woods. They hoped they would continue to live to regret it.

It was a massive thing that walked on all fours, though it stood on two legs to attack Whumpee. It had sharp claws, fur, and fangs nearly as long as Whumpee's hand. They had never seen anything like it before. Whatever it was, it was strong, fast, and above all, cunning.

The cuts on Whumpee's back continued to freely bleed, but they didn't care. They couldn't stop to treat their wounds. They had to get out of there.

Brushes rustled behind them. "PLEASE!" Whumpee screamed as the massive creature jumped out from the bushes, its claws glinting in the moonlight.

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