#whumptember day 17

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Whumptember day 17

“You don’t deserve this.” Sensory overload | Feeling like someone’s watching | Bad luck

“Now, before we begin, I want you to know that you don’t deserve this.”

Whumper flipped their chair backwards, taking a lazy step over to face Whumpee, arms resting against the chair’s back. They took a moment to savor the pretty thing in their basement, bound and gagged, face full of terror and confusion. They were adorable, absolutely perfect.

Whumper allowed the silence to linger for a moment, enjoying the sight of Whumpee squirming underneath their gaze, before they spoke. “This isn’t for revenge for anything in particular, nor are you a hostage in some larger scheme. I don’t need you specifically, and you did nothing to earn what’s going to happen to you,” Their voice was an amused purr, calm and confident in contrast to the muffled whimpers leaving Whumpee. “You simply caught my eye, nothing more.”

Whumpee didn’t attempt to speak through their gag. They only shook, eyes filling with tears.

“Do you know what that means?” Whumper leaned forward in their seat, a grin spitting across their face as Whumpee flinched. \Whumpee fruitlessly attempted to back away, pulling against the ropes binding them to their chair. The sight only made Whumper’s grin widen. “That means that there is nothing you can say to change this. You can try, I encourage it even, but there’s nothing you could offer me to make me stop.” 

Whumper stood from their seat, circling around their prisoner until they stood behind them. They draped their arms around Whumpee’s shoulders, pressing their blade gently into Whumpee’s stomach. They felt their captive shutter, panicked breaths stopping as they stilled. Whumper leaned forward until their lips brushed against Whumpee’s ear. 

“You have nothing to offer me, because I've already got everything I could ever want."

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptember 2023, Day 17

“Can you come pick me up?”

Sensory overload | Feeling like someone’s watching | Bad luck

The Bee's Whumptember Masterlist 

~860 words

CW: panic attack/meltdown, alcohol, noncon drugging, kidnapping, implied future torture

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“AUGH, sorry! Bad luck, man!”

Agent looked down at the bright red spill running down their sparkly golden shirt.  Then at the person who spilled it on them. The smell was awful, the scent of… alcohol? Burning their nostrils.

“Uh!… it’s alright!”

The music around the club pounded into their ears, exacerbating the headache already spiking through their head. Why didn’t they listen about wearing the earplugs?

“SORRY?”

“It’s okay!”

It was not okay. Agent was already swaying dizzily from hours of lights flashing in their face and sounds and dancing and energy. And now this. They wanted to crawl up into a little ball and die.

But they had a job to do. They could pass out later.

The person leaned in and pulled Agent closer, their breath tickling the shell of Agent’s ear. No, no, stop, too much.

“CAN I DO SOMETHING TO HELP?!” Agent could feel their eardrums buzzing painfully. Too much too much. 

“NO! No, no, it’s fine! I promise! Was leaving soon anyway!”

“OH! CAN I AT LEAST BUY YOU A DRINK THEN?! TO SAY SORRY! ALSO BECAUSE YOU’RE CUTE!!” The person was fully leaning on Agent’s shoulder now, and the smell of alcohol permeating from them managed to overpower even the pungent mess on Agent’s shirt. Agent’s elbows retracted as far into their sides as they could physically go, fingers clutching at their thighs. Too, too, too way too much.

“NO, THANK YOU, I’M TAKEN!”

“OH! OKAY, JUST HAD TO SHOOT MY SHOT! BYEEEEEE~!!”

The person danced away as if they hadn’t just compromised the entire mission. And left Agent trembling in their skin. Another spotlight blasted them straight in the face.

“Agent!” A voice crackled in through the small device hidden in their ear, and Agent flinched, getting halfway to the fetal position and clutching at their hair before they managed to stop themself. “Target just entered the club. You know the drill, standard tradeoff interception, get the drive, easy peasy.”

“Comm, can you come pick me up?!” They whipped around, suddenly feeling eyes watching them wherever they went. The only person they recognized at all was the person who just spilled their drink on them, still dancing loosely halfway across the club. And why was the floor tilting?

“...Did– Did you just ask me to pick you up? This isn't junior prom, agent. This is a very time-sensitive field assignment.”

“I– I– I– S-someone spilled something on my shirt, and it burns but it’s cold and wet, and– and all the lights and the sound and the touching and I think someone’s onto me, I’m paranoid, there’s no way I’ll be believable, I can’t do this. Can someone else do the interception, please Comm?”

“... Look, Agent, I would, but you’re the only–”

Agent fumbled their balance and tipped forward, right into the back of yet another person. They turned around angrily, only to melt into a confused worry when they saw the ghost-white complexion and glazed-over eyes of Agent half doubled over before them. They grabbed Agent by the shoulders and straightened them up. nononoNONONO TOUCH BAD TOO LOUD TOO MUCH STOPSTOPSTOP.

“YOU OKAY, MAN?”

Agent flinched violently away from them, only to be grabbed once more by someone behind them. They wouldn’t let go. Agents squeezed their eyes shut as tight as possible and caved in on themself. A hand came up to their ear and expertly pulled out the comm, but they couldn’t breathe, their brain was full of angry bees, everything please stop.

There was some indiscernible shouting over their shoulder, something to the tune of “SORRY, I GOT ‘EM, THEY’RE MY FRIEND!” and “OH OKAY, STAY SAFE!” before Agent was being led through the crowd of people, pressed up against someone whose fingers dug into their arm. Nononono stop touch notouchNOTOUCH–

That wasn’t right. They–... They didn’t have any backup on this mission… 

They wrenched their head up just enough so that their eyes could focus on whoever it was that was quickly leading them to a quieter, unpopulated space, and they saw… the ass who spilled the drink on them. 

They smiled. Then pressed Agent’s wet shirt up over their mouth and forced them to breathe in something that was so much stronger than alcohol. Their fuzzy head lolled into the crook of their aggressor's shoulder. They couldn’t stop walking.

“Sorry, agent.” The person whispered in their ear. “But I have interests that need that handoff not to happen, and some fetters at home with your name on them. So just come along before your friends realize what’s up.”

Agent finally managed to put up a struggle, elbowing their aggressor in the ribs and trying to dive away. 

They ended up face-up on the concrete, the person’s unamused face blotting out the stars. They pulled Agent's shirt up over their nose again. Agent swatted at them clumsily, but it didn't even seem to phase them. It burned, it burned, they couldn’t think, they couldn’t breathe their body was buzzing everything was buzzing and they still had a mission to finish but they were ABOUT TO DIE LITERALLY DIE ACTUALLY GET TORTURED AND DIE WHERE WAS COMM PLEASE HELP THEY COULDN’T DO ANYTHING ONLY DIE ONLY BUZZ ONLY BUZZ ONLY BURN COMM HELP HELP–

Then nothing.

@whumptember

[iwritewhump]

"Can you come pick me up?" + sensory overload

day 17 of @whumptember

616 words

warnings: captive whumpee, failed escape, manipulation

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Whumpee stumbles out of the house, shielding her eyes from the blinding light. She murmurs weakly and leans against the house. The warmth from the ground seeps into her and gives her life she didn't think she could have again and she stands up. 

The driveway goes on forever, little stones bite into the skin of her feet and it takes everything in her to not turn around and beg Whumper for forgiveness. But, she continues on. Past the end of the driveway, out of the unending cul-de-sac and into one of the busier parts of town. 

Whumper had taken her here, once. They went to the farmers market to buy ingredients for dinner. It was calm and inviting. Nothing like it was now. 

Now, there are no brightly colored stands set up on the street, blocking the cars from racing to their destinations. There were no sweet smelling cookies or brownies, just car fumes that burnt the inside of her nose and made her want to throw up. The kind vendors, offering her samples of whatever they brought to sell, were replaced with angry people in a hurry. They push her around, mumbling that she’s in their way. 

“Hey,” Someone stops in front of her and puts their heavy hands on her shoulders, “Are you alright?” 

She stares at him and nods, “Yeah…I’m…I’m alright. Thank you.” 

He nods and offers his hand to her. Without thinking, she takes it and follows him wherever he’s heading. 

He stops them at a food truck and pays for two sandwiches, offering them both to Whumpee and taking the one she doesn’t take. 

“Thank you,” She says, taking a bite of the sandwich. 

He smiles warmly, “It’s no problem. First time in the city?” 

“No,” she says, folding the paper back over the sandwich. “I’ve been here once before with my…with Whumper.” 

He hums contentedly and smiles, “Do you need to call them? This…Whumper of yours?” 

A flicker of fear crosses over her face, but he doesn’t seem to notice. She forces a smile and nods, “I think that’s a good idea. Can I borrow your phone?” 

He already has it ready when she asks. She dials the number and waits for Whumper to pick up. 

“That was fast,” they say. “Did you call me to tell me that you’ll be gone forever and so I should just find someone else?” he says mockingly. 

“Can you come pick me up?” she almost cries. “It’s a lot different here than I remember.” 

“Oh, you poor thing. I’ll be right there.” They coo. The line dies and Whumpee hands the phone back. 

“They on their way?” he asks. 

She nods, “Yeah, they’re leaving now.” 

He smiles and crumples the paper from his sandwich into a ball. “Well, I wish I could wait with you, but I’m already late to a meeting with my boss. Will you be alright waiting by yourself?” 

She nods and bites her cheek, “Yeah, they’ll be here soon, so I’ll be ok. Thank you. For everything.” 

He chuckles and shakes her hand, “Anytime.” 

She tries to watch him walk away, but he’s instantly lost in the crowd of people. With nothing else to do, Whumpee looks around her, her shoulders raised and tense. 

A hand grabs onto her arm and jerks her back, she yelps and pulls away, arms covering her face and chest. 

Whumper chuckles and wraps an arm around her shoulders, “This is why I keep you inside, I know how scary it is out here.” 

She relaxes under him and wraps an arm around his waist, “I’m sorry for running away.” 

“Shhh, I know you are. It’s alright, I forgive you. Let’s go home.” 

[frantic-fuck]

Snakelet - Masterpost

Synopsis: After 20-odd years of hoping and praying to escape his captor, Ziri finally gets his wish. Soon enough, he wants nothing more but to return to her.

Chapters and Characters below the cut:

Chapters

Like Flicking a Switch (Whumptember Day 11 - "One last favor, then I'll leave you alone", knife, sacrificing themself)

A Burden Shared, More Withheld (Whumptember Day 2 - "I can't do this alone", dried blood)

Chapter 1 (AoW Day 1 - Risk)

Chapter 2 (AoW Day 2 - Cry for Help)

Chapter 3 (AoW Day 7 - Promise, Guilt)

Chapter 4 (AoW Day 17 - Stress Position) (Augusnippets Day 7 - Drowning)

Chapter 5 (AoW Day 27 - Proof) (Augusnippets Day 4 - Vivisection)

Chapter 5 (cont'd) (Augusnippets Day 8 - Protective Caretaker, Found Family)

Chapter 6 (AoW Day 9 - Caged) (Augusnippets Day 9 - Overheating)

Chapter 7 (Augusnippets Day 10 - Begging for Mercy) (AoW Day 12 - Anger)

Chapter 8 (Augusnippets Day 16 - Humiliation)

Chapter 9 (Randowhump Birthday Prompt 4 and 14 - Wings and Hallucinations)

Characters

Ziri Kai (aka Koios Pan)

Pronouns: he/him

Species: winged snampire (snake vampire) satyr

Role: Whumpee; captive of Janessa, and later Nerium

Zop

Pronouns: they/them

Species: sea elf and lightning drake fusion

Role: Caretaker; Ziri's siblings trapped with him to keep him happy-ish and obedient

Janessa Vurbone

Pronouns: she/her

Species: human

Role: Whumper, later Carewhumper; extremely possessive of Ziri, but at least she has standards.

Nerium

Pronouns: they/them

Species: pixie

Role: Whumper; kidnaps Ziri from Janessa, they and their friends don't have quite the same standards

Ol' Moldy

Pronouns: she/her

Species: green hag

Role: Whumper; tried and failed to kidnap Ziri as a kid and just so happens to be one of Nerium's "friends" now

[bluegreenamber]

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

[iwritewhump]

whumptember days 15, 16, and 17

title: revenge

prompts: “i’ve been watching you for some time now,” stalker whumper, “i’m going to hurt everyone you care about,” crying, “i know what you did,” being followed

warnings: drugging, slight descriptions of a corpse, drinking (i think that’s it, but please let me know if i missed any!)

characters: villain, whumper

a/n: i think it’s a little rushed at the end, but i was very tired and knew i had to finish writing quickly, so if it stops making as much sense, that’s why

1180 words

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Villain watched as Sidekick danced across the floor with Hero. It would be easy to imagine them as flying, their feet barely touched the floor. She was smiling wider than she ever had when she lived with him and he was truly happy for her. Despite her betrayal. 

He sighed and looked away, not wanting her to catch his eye and his cover to be blown. As much as he yearned to get up and take her hand, he wouldn’t. He had to stay hidden-for now at least. 

He needed a drink. 

He stayed along the edge of the room, avoiding making eye contact with anyone who he passed. The bartender was quick with his drink and Villain was grateful for it. There were too many people around. Someone bumped him and he turned to apologize, but they were gone. He took the drink back to his table and drank it quickly, not noticing that it tasted a little…off. 

The night was almost over, less and less people danced to the music, but Sidekick never tired. He’d bet that she would dance until they kicked her out. His head was fuzzy and he was tired, so it was time to call it a night. 

He stumbled out the door, ignoring the bartender when asked if he was alright to get home on his own, and into the cold. His breath clouded and he watched the vapor disappear into the air. Someone bumped into him again and this time, he caught them before they disappeared. He grabbed their shoulder. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled. 

The stranger smiled, “Not your fault.” he pulled his shoulder away from Villain and started walking away, then after a few steps he stopped and turned around. “Hey, are you alright? You don’t look too hot.” 

Villain sputtered, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just had too much to drink.” 

The stranger nodded. “Need a ride? I can probably drop you off at your place.” 

Villain shook his head. Even with his head swimming, he knew it wasn’t a good idea. “I’m good to walk, thanks.” 

The stranger walked up to him and took his arm, “It’s really no problem.” 

He dragged Villain behind him to a blue truck. Villain felt like his head was full of cotton. The stranger helped him into the passenger seat and closed the door before getting into the driver’s seat. He slammed the door loudly and locked the truck. Villain looked at the latch and noticed that it had been cut shorter than it should be. There was no way for him to unlock the door. 

He protested weakly when the stranger reached across his chest and pulled the seatbelt down. It clicked into place and the stranger pulled something out of Villain’s pocket. It was his wallet. The stranger flipped through his wallet and pulled out his license before putting the wallet back in Villain’s pocket. 

“Alrighty, let’s get you home.” he said cheerily. The truck sputtered for a moment, but started without too much trouble and Villain couldn’t stop his eyes from closing. 

When Villain woke up, the sun was filtering in through the blinds. That wasn’t right, all his blinds were light blocking. He was suddenly very awake. Something was pressing on his chest and legs, keeping him from moving and he realized he was tied to something. It wasn’t something hard, so he would almost bet it was a bed or couch, which didn’t put his mind at ease. He struggled against the restraints before someone stood above him. The bottom half of their face was covered with a cloth and they wore gloves. 

“Took you long enough to wake up.” they said. 

Villain said something, but his voice was muffled by some sort of gag in his mouth. 

The stranger frowned. “You mean you don’t remember me? You ruined my life.” they circled Villain. “So it’s only right that I ruin yours in return. Isn’t it?”

“You see,” they said, “I’ve been watching you for some time now and I can confidently say that I know almost everything about you. I know how you like your coffee, what meds you take at night, that you can’t stand to see Sidekick with Hero.” 

Villain tensed. The stranger chuckled. “Thought that’d get your attention. I know exactly who you are, Villain. I know what you’ve done and you won’t get away with it.” 

Villain writhed under the ropes and the stranger rolled their eyes. “The only way you’re getting out of here is when I let you go. Trust me, I’ve tied lots of people up and they never get out on their own. Just sit tight and wait while I hurt everyone you care about.” 

The stranger patted Villain’s cheek and walked away from him. A door opened, then closed and Villain was alone. 

For the next two hours, Villain struggled against the ropes. The stranger was right, there was no way he was getting free on his own. The gag made it nearly impossible to make any noise, and Villain was so, so tired. Maybe if he just took a quick nap, he’d be able to escape when he woke up…

The door opened and the stranger walked into their house. Villain was snoring softly and they scoffed. They kicked the mattress and Villain woke up with a start. He looked around wildly until he saw the stranger. 

“I’m back,” they said in a singsong voice. “Look at what I did.” 

They held their phone over Villain’s face and Villain shouted around the gag. It was a picture of Sidekick. Her face was covered in blood and her shirt was ripped. Villain thrashed against the ropes, shouting what can only be assumed as curses at the stranger. They clicked their phone off and held Villain’s chest down. 

“There, there, Villain. You need to calm down, right now.” they spat. Villain fought against them and they sighed. “I didn’t want to do this, but I still have to get you home before anyone finds her.” 

They grabbed something next to them and Villain felt a prick in his shoulder. His vision clouded and his limbs were heavy. Tears slid down his face as his strength quickly left him. His eyes closed and he felt the ropes being loosened. But there was nothing he could do. 

He didn’t know how long he’d been unconscious before he woke up again, but he was back home and there was no sign of the stranger. 

The door was kicked in and people filed inside, Villain tried to sit up, wanting to be able to fight back if he needed to, but his muscles wouldn’t listen to him. 

“Villain. This is for Sidekick.” someone said to him. He was lifted off the ground and something-handcuffs?- wrapped around his wrists. He tried to protest, but he couldn’t get the words out. 

Someone dragged him out of his house and threw him in the trunk of a car and slammed the hood down. Before he could figure out what was happening, the car was bouncing along some dirt road.