#what you ask

[unforgivenn]

I would love to see Whumpee!Andrey go through the misery of a high fever with all of his wounds hurting even more and the added illness taking a toll.

LESS GOOO MORE OF ANDREY BEING TORMENTEDDD!! Also I am so sorry for taking this long to answer it, this ask had been buried away deep down in the drafts box.

MASTERLIST

CW: suffering, torment, psychological manipulation, whumper turned whumpee, whumper is weird, fever

Andrey glared at the darkened ceiling, his vision blurring with every blink. He felt like shit.

Andrey was no stranger to pain, but this… this was something different. His entire body ached, the fever gnawing at his flesh like a rabid beast. Every breath felt like a flame igniting in his chest, scorching his lungs from the inside out. It was impossible to tell if it was the fever or his wounds that hurt more. The once-sharp sting of every cut and bruise had morphed into one big, dull, throbbing ache that pulsed in sync with the fever, each beat of his heart sending fresh waves of pain through his battered body.

This fever—this fucking insufferable, humiliating, degrading fever—was worse than any of it. Andrey had endured pain before, had faced down his tormentors with a sneer, had spat in their faces when they tried to break him. But now, as the fever tore through him, he felt like a child, weak and helpless. To be fucking taken care of. The illness had a way of magnifying the hurt, making every ache, every sting, every burn a hundred times worse.

Pathetic. The thought cut through the haze in his mind, sharper than any blade. How could he, Andrey, a man of such power and stature, be brought so low by something as simple as a fever? It was beneath him, this suffering, this vulnerability. He was meant to be strong, untouchable, not a trembling, feverish wreck clinging to the edge of sanity.

He tried to sit up, but his body betrayed him, trembling and weak. The fever had taken a toll, sapping his strength until even moving felt like an impossible task. Andrey gritted his teeth, fury bubbling up inside him. This was beneath him. He was Andrey Volkov, heir to an empire, not some common rat to be left to rot in his own misery. He was not like common people. He was not like... Noah.

But no matter how many times he repeated the same thing to himself over and over again, the truth remained. Andrey hissed through his teeth as he tried to shift again, the pain shooting through his limbs like a thousand knives being stabbed into his flesh.

Footsteps echoed in the hall outside his door, and Andrey’s breath caught in his throat. He forced himself to remain still, suppressing a shiver as the fever-induced chills wracked his body. He wouldn’t let them see him like this. He couldn't.

The door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside. Andrey didn't bother to turn his head. He knew who it was—one of his captors, come to revel in his misery. He could almost scoff at how predictable these bastards were.

"Still alive, I see," the voice was cold, detached, as if commenting on the weather rather than Andrey's suffering. Andrey could almost mistake the voice as disappointment. "Impressive. I thought the fever might do you in."

Andrey's lips curled into a sneer, though the effort cost him the increasing dull pain of his headache. "It'll take more than a fever to kill me," he rasped.

A low chuckle followed, the sound grated against Andrey’s already raw nerves. “Is that so? But you look like you're having the tiiimeee of your liiifee!!”

Andrey remained silent, biting back the retort that lingered on his tongue. His throat burned, his mouth dry and parched. He couldn’t afford to waste his energy on empty threats, not when he was barely holding himself together.

Andrey wanted to spit at them, to hurl curses and threats, but all that came out was a weak, broken sound, more of a whimper than anything else. He hated it, hated himself for the betrayal of his own body, for the way his voice failed him when he needed it most.

“What’s the matter, your highness?” they mocked, their voice dripping with condescension. “Not so tough now, are you?”

The man taunted, reaching out to press a hand against Andrey’s fevered forehead. The touch was cold, too cold, sending a shiver down Andrey’s spine. He flinched, unable to control the involuntary reaction.

“Don’t touch me,” Andrey spat, venom lacing his words. But the effort left him breathless, his vision spinning as the fever surged again.

The man only laughed, withdrawing his hand with a smirk. “So defiant. But look at you now—weak, helpless. Oh how the mighty have fallen..”

“Does it hurt?” they asked, their voice soft, almost tender, but Andrey knew better. There was no kindness in that tone, only cruel amusement.

He closed his eyes, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing his pain. He would not answer, would not acknowledge their taunts. He was above them, better than them. Even now, at the end, he would not bow.

His vision blurred again, and Andrey felt the darkness creeping in at the edges. The fever was winning, dragging him down into a pit of agony and despair. He couldn’t fight it. He couldn’t fight any of it.

“Just give in, Andrey,” the man whispered tilting his head to the side with wide open eyes, his quiet voice dripping with false sympathy. “You’re not strong enough to resist. You never were.”

Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up- Andrey’s eyes fluttered shut, his body going limp as the fever took hold completely. Everything was way too loud. Shut up shut up shut up The last thing he heard was the sound of his captor’s laughter, echoing in his ears. He looked up, his head swaying side to side. He spat on the man's face, before falling down unconscious.

He would survive this. He would rise again. And when he did, he would make them all pay.

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