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whumps-and-bumps · 2 months

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I know Valentines Day was last week but I was thinking about a sad little Whumpee feeling invisible anyway :)

(Emotional whump, mention of potential SA, platonic-OR-romantic Caretaker (take your pick), depression/self-hate vibes)

A Whumpee who dreads Valentines Day every year not because it's the anniversary of specific trauma, but because nothing ever happened to them.

They've spent their entire life watching their friends and family all get cards and presents, go on cute dates, have fun - even all their other friends seem to do something with each other, like a galentines day party or gifting each other joke cards, but year after year they themselves are totally forgotten. They try to get involved and give silly cards of their own; they give and give and give but nobody ever thinks to give them anything in return. It feels silly on the surface, but it still strikes a chord. There's nothing wrong with them, right? It's just bad luck? Maybe they just need better friends.

Then the main whump happens, they get held captive and are abused and beaten and broken and defiled, whatever the story is - and then finally they're rescued, or maybe they escape all on their own, and eventually life goes back to 'normal' again. Or as normal as it ever will be.

They wish they could say they didn't notice Valentines coming up the first year after they're free of Whumper, but it stays in the back of their mind, lingering. There's zero chance of anyone caring about them now. They have their new Caretaker, of course, but that's different - they're a burden to them. Caretaker is too kind to not look after them after everything they went through, and at the end of the day they deserve better than Whumpee. Caretaker deserves someone still whole.

Whumpee prepares silently for the day, they brace themselves for the depression and self-hatred they know will consume them, but for the sake of Caretaker they bottle it all up. It's just a normal day. It's stupid and silly. A commercial holiday that means nothing. Everything is fine. It's fucking Tuesday, nothing special.

Hope is so fucking hard to destroy, though, and they wake up still hoping there will be a card in the post. From anyone, their mum, an old friend - even spam would make them feel like they existed still - but there's nothing. Not even a pamphlet.

They spend the whole day shut away in their room, trying to distract themselves, and at least that's not unusual after what Whumper did to them so Caretaker won't notice. They tell themselves they shouldn't need outside validation to know they're worthy of love and affection. It's just so hard to believe, though. The first and only person that has ever loved them was Whumper, and look how that turned out. Clearly there is something wrong and unlovable about Whumpee. If only someone could have told them what was is so they could fix before they were taken and broken irrepairably.

That evening, Caretaker calls them downstairs for dinner as normal. Whumpee makes the effort because if they don't, Caretaker will definitely know something is wrong, and they really don't want to talk about it. The kitchen is well-lit, the food in the oven is nothing special, this isn't romantic - but then they see a little red envelope resting on their empty placemat, and a silly fake rose sat beside it.

Caretaker is nervous, almost afraid of Whumpee's reaction - they just wanted to do something nice for their friend, especially after what Whumper did to them. It's a silly little thing meant to make them smile on a day they know can be hard.

But Whumpee is just standing and staring at the envelope, terrified of it. Caretaker goes to say something but before they can, Whumpee starts to cry. They completely break down, months and months and years of bottled up feelings bubbling up and spilling over in an ugly mess.

Their legs give out and they kneel on the floor as they sob, trying to catch their breath. Caretaker thought of them. They remembered them. They're Whumpee's best friend, their greatest, closest, most wonderful friend they could ever have dreamed of and they love them so much it hurts to breathe.

How dare they, though? How dare they come into their life now, when they're all broken and used and ruined? Where were they before everything went wrong? Why couldn't they be loved like this when they still felt like they were allowed to be?

#whump #ideas #insp #my prompt #soft #whumblr #whump writing #valentines #valentines whump #i have a lot of very normal feelings

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cryptidwritings · 1 year

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How my Whumper OC's would celebrate Valentines day

Content: emotional manipulation, vampirism

❣️TANYA - thinks valentines day is stupid, but wouldn't exactly hate a tray of expensive chocolate.

💜PAULINA - wants the day to be full of surprises or she'll feel unappreciated.

🖤ISOLA - will drink her date under the table and fireman carry them back home and never let them forget it.

💚ADAIR - will completely forget, then surprise his s/o with an amazing gift the next day hoping he can smooth it over by saying valentines day is too generic and so making it the day after would be special. He will forget about it the next year, too.

💓LILLIAN - will shower her date with gifts, hyperfixate on their body language and freak out if she determines they dislike even one of them.

🤍SIMON - treat his date to a nice dinner and talk about how he expects to be paid back for the meal and the time he spent with them. Time is money, after all, and Simon's time makes him A LOT of money.

❤️WYETH - would invite his date over for dinner and a drink, wondering what brandy-saturated blood would taste like.

#valentines whump #whump ideas #whumper pov #theyre all scoundrels and do not deserve love #whump writing #whump community #cant believe i forgot about wyeth!!! thats been fixed #writeblr #originalfiction

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becomingvecna · 2 months

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whumpster-dumpster · 2 months

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Whumpee: Eat your heart out >:(

Cannibal Whumper: I'd rather eat yours >:)

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #dialogue prompt #happy valentine's day #cannibalism

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delicatewhumps · 2 months

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valentine’s whump prompt

caretaker and whumpee are dating, and caretaker has a big valentine’s thing planned. but whumpee gets severely injured or deathly sick.

they’re bedbound. clinging to consciousness. caretaker stays by their side.

how does caretaker celebrate valentine’s day with them?

does caretaker read whumpee love letters? feed them forkfuls of chocolate cake, or sips of wine?

does caretaker cuddle whumpee, rock them back and forth?

does caretaker sing to whumpee? brush hair back from their forehead and press kisses to their skin?

#whump #whumpblr #whumplr #mine #whump prompt #comfort #whump prompts #whump trope #valentine’s day

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aussiepineapple1st · 4 months

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Have some Valiveira and Chreon Angst/Whump.

#aussiepineapple1st #resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #angst #chris redfield #chreon #au #valiveira #jill valentine #carlos oliveira #blood #whump #character death #death

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letthewhumpbegin · 7 months

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The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones (2013)

#the mortal instruments #city of bones #mortal instruments city of bones #jace wayland #jace herondale #valentine #jamie campbell bower #jonathan rhys meyers #whump #fight #held at swordpoint #grabbed #beaten up #whump gifs #sarahsposts #ltwbmortalinstruments

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alvivaarts · 6 months

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Well... Wesker fed the beasties (for the first time in several days). I guess he thought they deserved something after being broken down into his lap dogs for a while. Even though uh- they won't be thrilled that they fought each other tooth and nail over it. While I may be procrastinating writing Simulation Swarm with midterms and travel, I hope this is a fun snippet! It'll be one of the least traumatizing things to happen in the entire arc! Anyway. Happy Halloween/Happy Spooky Season ya'll.

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the-forsaken-princess · 2 months

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"Roses are red, violets are blue. You know what else is red? The blood about to spill from you." Whumper hummed merrily as they twirled a knife between their fingers.

#happy valentine's day #it's past midnight so it's technically not but close enough #this prompt brought to you by me slicing my finger open on valentine's day #whump #whump community #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump request #writing #writing prompt #whump writing #promtps

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whumpty-dumpty-doo · 2 months

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Whumpers celebrating Valentine's Day

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#whump #whump meme #whump memes #valentine's day whump #whump community #meat #food #raw meat #meme #memes #deedoo original #not my content though #it's a repost #go like the original post!

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whumping-valentine · 2 days

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Whumpers who wear their royal Whumpee's crown!!! >>>>>

It's so beautiful I cannot believe I never thought of this before now 💕💕💕 MAJOR WHUMPERFLIES!!! 🦋🦋🦋

#my art #whump #whump blog #whump community #whumpblr #whump things #royal whumpee #royal whump #whump art #oc valentine #oc vittoria #valentori ship #whump tropes

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coggedcorset · 3 days

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"Death doesn't suit a turk."

Enjoy some self indulgent whump. Like i said, i like tseng, i also like vincent....i ship them but this is just some whump because of the whole temple of ancients part

Rebirth gave me good whumpiness lol

#my art #vincent valentine #tseng of the turks #final fantasy vii #ff7 rebirth #ff7 rebirth spoilers #whump #tw blood

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whump-is-love-whump-is-life · 2 months

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I know it’s late but I was thinking about Valentines day whump which led to chocolate—

Pouring melted chocolate into whumpee’s open wound

#no clue what it would do #but I assume it would hurt #or feel weird #whump #valentines day #valentines day whump #my posts #my whump #whump prompts

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adrift-in-thyme · 2 months

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Febuwhump Day 14: Blood-Stained Tiles (Legend/Fable)

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Note: Two quick things! First, this will be my last Febuwhump fic. I’m overwhelmed with life rn and am not in the right headspace to continue this challenge. However, I have extra fics and ideas left over from it that I’m planning to write up later on. So keep an eye out ;)

Second, thanks for @ladye-zelda and @skyward-floored for the idea to do a zelink fic and specially Ladye for suggesting that I write something for flying tiles (and for reminding me that today is Valentines XD). And now onto your regularly scheduled fic

CW for blood and injury, torture, and loss of a finger

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Fable walks forward with steadfast determination. Anger burns in her veins, strengthening the magic that twirls gracefully about her fingertips. Her boots clack proudly across the tiled floor, announcing her presence without fear.

Let them know she’s here. Let them come. She is more than ready to face whatever horrors see fit to leap from the darkness.

More than ready to do whatever is necessary to find Link.

It has only been a short time since she entered the dungeon with him and the hero who calls himself Twilight. Her informants had claimed a group of thieves were making their base there. And as her and Legend had both agreed that no run-of-the-mill thief would hide out in this abandoned maze of deadly rooms, they had decided having some backup wouldn’t hurt.

…or she had stated that some backup wouldn’t hurt. Link had seemed strangely perturbed to have the rancher accompanying them.

“We’d be fine just the two of us, you know,” he had mumbled after Twilight cheerily agreed to her polite request. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

But in the end he had acquiesced her wishes, even if it was with a slight — and rather adorable — pout.

Even having some aid, however, hadn’t been enough. The thieves that they had dealt with in the past were not quite the same caliber as the ones cloaked here. That much had become painfully clear when Link had led them into a room full of his most abhorred adversaries.

Flying floor tiles.

And, well, they had certainly flown. First at him, striking his shield despite Fable’s efforts to direct them elsewhere. And then, suddenly, without any rhyme or reason they had begun to drop.

Link had plummeted with a shout that was quickly silenced when his head connected sharply with another tile.

Try as she might, Fable has not been able to rid herself of the sight of his blood, sharp against the glowing white.

She shakes her head in another attempt now, as Twilight fits the last key into the large door. The door that leads to the place where bosses lurk, eager to devour their prey.

“Well, we certainly got here fast,” the rancher comments. The lock falls away, clattering to the floor. “Either these guys aren’t as thorough as we thought or…”

Fable drags in a shallow inhale. “Or they wanted us to come to them.”

The latter theory would certainly explain why when she and Twilight rushed out onto the tiles to try and save their friend, neither had fallen. The tiles had gone back to their usual state — bothersome and painful on contact, but not at all like the cracked ones designed to plunge you into the depths.

Something is going on here, and Fable has little enthusiasm for it.

The door is gliding up now, however, allowing them to step into gloom. And she has no choice but to square her shoulders and walk through.

There’s no backing down now, no matter what awaits her inside this cursed room. Not that that had ever been a choice in the first place.

Though, when the door slams shut behind her and Twilight and a collection of lanterns flicker on, she almost wishes that it was.

Rather than the gargantuan enemies Link had described to her, in the middle of the room a group of men and women stand. Some glare at her as she advances, the rancher close at her side. Others sneer. But their expressions have no effect on her.

The person kneeling amongst them, however, is a different story.

Fable gasps before she can stop herself.

“Oh, Link.”

Violet eyes meet hers, their usual sharpness dulled, pupils mismatched. A trail of blood streams down a small, angular face, stark against pale skin and blonde hair. A once pristine tunic is now dusty and torn.

They have bound him, both hand and foot, and fitted a gag between his pale lips. But he struggles against them anyway.

That fire of his hasn’t gone out, not yet. It won’t ever, if Fable has anything to do with it.

“Release him.” Her voice shatters the leering silence, the force of it belying the fear within. “Now.”

The cackles that meet her order are neither shocking nor welcome.

“Afraid we can’t do that,” one of the thieves says. He grins, showcasing a mouth of crooked teeth — some of which are missing.

(Fable would very much like to knock out a few more.)

“The Princess’ favorite little hero is too precious a treasure to just toss out.”

Another thief smirks. Something glints in his hand. Fable can feel Twilight grow even more tense.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t rough him up a bit.”

“Lay one finger on him and you’ll regret it,” Fable snaps, stepping forward. But the knife zips toward Link’s exposed neck and instantly, she goes still.

Twilight’s hand had rushed to clutch his sword. It falls now, back to lie at his side, balled into a fist.

“Try anything,” the grinning man hisses, “and he’s dead.”

Fury is boiling within her now, a surging mass of molten lava about to bubble over. Fable grits her teeth so fiercely she fears they will break.

“What do you want?”

“Simple.” That cursed smile grows wider. The knife presses closer. “We want free reign to do what we want. Without any royals or heroes intervening.”

Fable’s fingernails slice into the palm of her hand. Her magic calls out from within, begging to be set free.

“I cannot allow that.”

It is quiet for a beat. Then, the thief nods to one of his cohorts situated just behind Link.

“Well, ain’t that a pity.”

Everything happens so fast, Fable hardly realizes it. There is another glint of silver, the sound of ropes being split apart. Link’s hand is dragged forward, fingers splayed on the ground. His eyes widen as he tries vainly to break free.

The world slows for the slightest of seconds. The weapon comes down. Blood spurts.

Link’s scream is muffled. But it is sharp nonetheless, hitched at the end like a restrained sob.

Fable doesn’t doubt that it will remain in her mind forever.

“Every time you refuse,” the thief growls as she presses a hand to her mouth, fighting against the furious tears that press at the edges of her eyes. “We take off another digit. He won’t be much use to you without fingers, now will he?”

A low growl rumbles from Twilight. Anger radiates off of him. Fable swallows her own down.

They will have to strike and soon. She only needs to find a way to do so…

“Your Majesty.” The title is mocking and accompanied by a sweeping bow. “What is your decision? Will you grant us what we want or do you still need convincing?”

“Further convincing will not be necessary,” Fable grits out. Her gaze meets Link’s for a split second before she drags it back to his captors. “Set him free, and I will grant you what you desire.”

Twilight whirls, fury and fear dancing in his blue-gray irises.

“You’re just gonna give them what they want? With all due respect, Princess, they should be imprisoned for this, not given free reign!”

Crooked teeth glint in the dying light of weak lanterns.

“Seems someone still needs some convincing, after all.”

The knife shoots upward. Link’s face grows impossibly paler as he awaits its fall.

“No!” Twilight shouts, hand outstretched, panic in his voice. His body is taut, like a bowstring about to loose an arrow. “Don’t hurt him again!”

Fable steps forward and places a hand on Twilight’s shoulder. She can only hope some small reassurance is communicated through the movement. She certainly feels no reassurance herself at the moment.

“Return my knight to me, now. After we have healed him, we can discuss the terms of our…agreement.” She spits the word like the vile thing that it is. A deception dressed up in niceties.

The thief is silent for a moment, thinking. Then, he nods.

“Fine, then. But know if you don’t grant our demands, you’re never getting out of here. We’ve meddled with the magic just for that purpose.”

Self-satisfied chuckles drift throughout the group. Fable smirks, bitterly.

“Very well.”

Twilight glances at her and she meets his fiery gaze.

“Get ready,” she mouths, and his eyes grow large. Just as quickly, they narrow, determination in them. Ever so slightly, he inclines his head.

The thieves bind Link’s wrists again, ignoring his strangled whine as the ropes graze his injured hand. Then, they drag him over, a trail of dark blood weaving in their wake, and cast him at Fable’s feet.

In an instant, she is on her knees. With trembling fingers she undoes his restraints and frees him of the gag. He breathes a shaky sigh of relief as she hurls it away.

“I’m so sorry, Link,” she whispers.

Link offers her what she supposes is meant to be a reassuring grin. It is a flimsy attempt, however, with the blood draining from his hand and running down his forehead, the pallor of his face.

“Not your fault.”

Fable gives his uninjured hand a gentle squeeze. Then, she rises and squares her shoulders.

Magic zips through her veins and streaks outward, roaring about the space. It seeks the places where the spells have been rearranged and warped. The job is sloppily done — never would it have kept two experienced mages and a hero within its bounds — and easily fixed. In an instant, Fable feels the dungeon give a sigh of relief.

The pressure hanging in the dismal air drifts away.

The thieves don’t seem to notice the shift. But Twilight does. A grin lifts his lips, feral and sharp.

He and Fable exchange a glance, before she turns back to their opponents, head held high.

“We cannot grant you what you wish. But we will certainly give you what you deserve.”

Twilight leaps forward and draws his sword in one, smooth movement. Fable sends strands of magic zipping along in his wake. One by one, the thieves crumple, hardly knowing whether their fall was by weapon or sorcery.

They try to fight. Shouting curses and obscenities, they lunge. But their daggers and clubs are little match for the hero and princess. Even their sheer number cannot save them from the onslaught of magic and fierce fight.

And finally, there is but a single opponent remaining. The cursed one with the sadistic grin.

He is grinning no longer. His lips are pulled back in a snarl, eyes glinting as Twilight approaches.

Beside Fable, Link rises shakily, wavering on unsteady legs. It is only her quick hand that keeps him from falling.

“You,” the thief growls, even as the tip of Twilight’s sword presses toward his throat. Even as his companions lie scattered and limp. “You fools think you’ve outwitted us? Oh, you’ve got no idea the power we hold. We’ll bring you down. We’ll bring you all down!”

Scooping up a dagger fallen nearby, he lurches forward, aiming for Link.

Twilight and Fable are fast, but somehow Link is faster. Tightening his grip on Fable’s hand, he brings a booted foot up sharply. It connects with the thief’s chin. His head snaps back and he crumples.

Twilight turns, a slight smirk on his lips. “Nice one, vet.”

Link grins, even as he lists sideways, leaning against Fable’s shoulder. “Creeps can’t take one of my fingers without me getting at least one hit in.”

Fable winces as her gaze travels to the appendage still lying on the bloodied ground.

“I’m not the most knowledgeable on healing magic, but I believe I know enough to reattach it at least.”

“Our traveler can take care of the rest,” Twilight puts in.

“Well, that’s good news,” Link grits out, as the rancher helps him into a seated position. “I don’t have enough room for all my rings as it is.”

Fable’s lips quirk upward just slightly. Gently, she takes Link’s hand in both of her own.

“This may sting a bit,” she says, apologetically.

Link shrugs.

The spell she weaves is a simple one, though one she can easily compound upon, strengthen into something fit to remedy such a severe wound. The glow of it wisps outward from between their clasped fingers in soft clouds of purple.

Carefully, Twilight places the finger back into its rightful place. Link’s eyes flit to the side as Fable’s spell sews torn flesh together and melds broken bone. His pallor takes on a slight green hue.

“It will still be painful,” Fable tells him, when it is finished at last, “but that should hold until we can return to the castle.”

“The sooner, the better,” Twilight says, glaring into the shadows. “We never know what else could be waiting for us here.”

“I agree.”

Fable rises and Link with her. His trembling grip on her hand remains tight. A rush of relief speeds through her at the feel of it.

To think she had come so close to losing him again. Just as she had lost him on the furious seas, tossed about and driven to unknown shores. Far from home. Far from her. Lost in a dream too murky, too thick for her to reach him through.

The tears she has been restraining fight for freedom. Viciously, she shoves them back once more.

Walk forward, she tells herself. Escape this place and get your friends to safety. Then, you may feel the emotions within you. Then, you may break.

“Hey, Zelda?” Link’s voice is uncharacteristically subdued and lacks its usual sarcastic bite. She turns just in time to see him self-consciously rub the back of his neck.

“Thanks for coming for me. And for, you know,” — he huffs a humorless chuckle “— giving me back my finger.”

Fable smiles and it feels good to be able to do so again.

“Of course,” she murmurs, daring to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’ll always come for you. You know that.”

His cheeks flush a vibrant shade of fuchsia and he stumbles, tripping over his own feet.

Up ahead, Twilight chuckles. “No thanks for me, vet? I’m hurt.”

“Yeah, well, face it, rancher,” Link retorts, obviously still struggling to regain a more normal complexion, “you aren’t a beautiful princess.”

Twilight barks out a snort of laughter, and Fable feels her own face grow hot. Link’s words seem to hit him in the next moment, because suddenly he looks as though he wishes the ground would swallow him whole.

“Sweet Hylia,” he groans, “this is why I didn’t want you to come along!”

Twilight only laughs. And as they walk toward sunshine and safety, Link’s embarrassed spluttering follows them all the way.

#oh and happy valentines everyone!#thanks for reading!#febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 14 #blood tw #injury tw #loss of a finger #torture tw #linked universe #linkeduniverse fic #lu legend #lu fable #lu twilight #fable/legend #zelink #trin writes #whump #angst

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deckofaces · 1 year

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Love You Xoxo (Forever..)

A Valentine’s Day Prompt

Tw: Yandere whumper, being rendered unconscious, bat as a weapon

Hero dodged yet another one of Villain’s swings, they were using a bat of all things. “I can’t go back to your lair! You said you wanted to keep me there forever-! You know I can’t do that.”

Villain swung again, the crime stopper narrowly moved out of the way in time. “My lair is much safer than the outside world. I just want to be the one to take care of you. Care for you away from any threat. Do you understand?”

“No!” Hero shouted incredulously. “I have a family and my job! And- and a lover!”

“But I love you..” Villain whispered. “Only I can claim that role..”

Hero froze in place. “What?”

Villain spoke louder this time. “I love you more than your lover ever could. Only I can be the one to love you. I will love you forever and ever and always. You are my everything.”

Before Hero could say a word or protest to such a confession, the wooden baseball bat connected with their skull and the world went pitch black.

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suspensefulpen · 2 months

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Mine & Mine Only

TW: Stockholm Syndrome, Bad Caretaker, Discussions of Torture, Manipulation

Since I didn't do Febuwhump, I decided to write a special for Valentines Day for the amazing Whump Community. A very strange story for a very strange holiday. An insanely mad happy Valentines Day from me to all of you <3

Whumpee frowned in disgust at the calendar. February 14, Valentine’s Day. Ugh, they hated the very thought of it. Sometimes, they hated the month in general. This was the day Whumper so tirelessly prepared for, just for Caretaker. This was the day Whumpee suddenly didn’t exist anymore. This was the day Whumpee realized how much they actually hate Caretaker.

Ever since she came around, Whumper paid less and less attention to them. That was unless Caretaker gave them attention, Whumper would at the very least acknowledge them. But it wasn’t long before she stopped giving them attention too. Whumpee became irrelevant, almost like they were a ghost casually hanging around the house. No, they weren’t a ghost. They were sure the couple would be more likely to acknowledge them if they were.

It felt as if they were indirectly saying Whumpee didn’t matter anymore.

No, they were sure it was directly. Whumper used to leave them little gifts on Valentine’s Day as a reward. He even did it for other holidays. Whumpee hadn’t seen a gift with a name even remotely close to theirs written on it in six months. This was no mistake. This was a message. Even if Whumper gave them half baked apologies for forgetting about them, they still haven’t gotten a gift since. And it was all because of Caretaker.

Whumpee scoffed and walked away. Whatever. They were going to just ignore everyone else too. For the entirety of tomorrow and maybe even the rest of the month. They didn’t acknowledge Whumpee, so why should they acknowledge them?

“What’s wrong Darling?”

Whumpee instantly brightened when they heard Whumper’s voice behind them. They turned around only to find Whumper wasn’t even looking at them. He was on the phone, presumably talking to Caretaker.

“Are you sure? You sound upset.”

Whumpee grimaced as Whumper walked by them without glancing over. They stomped out of the kitchen with a huff to finish the rest of their chores.

When they got the mail, a package was placed on the porch. Curious, they picked up the box and shook it lightly. Whatever was inside had some weight to it and was sealed tight enough not to move around. It was addressed to Whumper, maybe they should ask what it is. Opening the mailbox, they shrieked when a large bouquet of roses popped out. They knew exactly who those were for.

Would Whumper get angry with them if they threw the flowers out? Who were they kidding, of course he would. He’d probably yell at them and beat them and…

Wait… If they threw the flowers away, they’d get yelled at by Whumper! And if they got yelled at, they’d get attention! Yes! That was a perfect idea!

Whumpee paused again. No, that wasn’t a good idea. How long would it be until he noticed the flowers were gone? Hours maybe? No. Whumpee didn’t want to wait that long. They wanted attention now.

They marched back into the house with the mail, making their way to Whumper’s office, holding their head high. He briefly acknowledged them when he pointed to the empty space on his desk. Without a second thought, Whumpee dropped the box on his desk. Whumper’s gaze instantly snapped away from the computer screen.

“Whumpee! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“What… What do you mean sir?” They asked dumbfoundedly.

“The box clearly says fragile. Why the hell would you drop it on my desk like that?”

It did? Whumpee glanced down at the box, now noting the red stamp. When did that get there? They didn’t respond, staring silently at Whumper. He stood from his chair, his hand connecting with Whumpee’s cheek in a swift motion. They were sure their face was bright red now. But that didn’t matter. They got attention! They kept their head turned, hiding their smile. It was quick to dissolve when they were thrown against the wall, the same hand going around their neck.

“Don’t start acting up because it’s almost Valentine’s Day Whumpee. You forget, I can still put you in your place. Just because I’m not paying attention to you doesn’t mean I won’t do it. I’ll put you back in the basement and leave you down there to starve. Is that what you want?”

What?! No! That’s not what they wanted! Whumpee rapidly shook their head, wheezing out their words. “No sir!”

“Then you better start acting like it.”

When Whumper let go of them, Whumpee almost felt sad at the loss of contact. The warmth from Whumper’s hand was gone and they wanted it back.

“Whumpee get out of my office. Now.”

They quickly scampered away.

Whumpee watched as Caretaker “helped” them tidy up. It felt more like she was trying to be in the way. She already was in every aspect of Whumpee’s life. She was just there. Taking up space. Existing. They frowned and glanced at the glass vase next to them. An idea instantly formed in their head.

They swiped at it, knocking it to the floor. The shattering sound almost made them feel satisfied. They needed that to happen to Caretaker and her relationship with Whumper. They wanted to see it up close and in person, falling at their feet just like the glass.

They picked up a shard, allowing it to pierce their hand. They dropped it and screamed in pain as Caretaker rushed over.

“Whumpee, what happened?” She gasped when she saw the blood.

“I don’t know! I’m sorry! It’s all my fault!” Whumpee cried, forced tears rolling freely.

“I’m sure it was an honest mistake. Step this way so I can clean that cut.” She ushered Whumpee to the couch before leaving to grab medical supplies. Whumper stood in the doorway, glaring at Whumpee. He only shook his head before rolling his eyes and walking away. Whumpee didn’t know what that meant, nor did they like that.

Caretaker came back and began patching up the wound. Whumpee glanced around before lowering their voice. “I hate you.”

Caretaker didn’t react. “The feeling is mutual.”

Whumpee stared at her in shock before frowning. “Clearly not if you care so much.”

She smiled and raised her gaze. “You really think I care about you, Whumpee? You really think you matter to me?” She laughed. “I only do this to make Whumper’s hobby more fun. He gets the satisfaction of breaking you like a brand new toy.”

They narrowed their eyes. “So you’re only here for his sake?”

“Why no, of course not. There’s always more.”

“Well I think you should leave. You have no place here and you don’t deserve Whumper.” Whumpee smirked. “Wait till I tell him how phony you are.”

“Me?!” Caretaker repeated. Her surprise was very obviously fake. She laughed. It quickly turned into a fit of giggles, leaving Whumpee beyond confused. She took a deep breath and smiled again. “You really think that’s going to work? Oh Whumpee, you’re a lot more hopeless and pathetic than I thought.” She leaned forward, lowering her voice. “Listen to me Whumpee, I have your precious Whumper wrapped around my finger. He’ll listen to anything I say, no matter what it is. He’s never going to give you what you want. Even if that is just his attention. You’ll never get it. Because Whumper is mine.”

“Well I had him first. He was mine before he was anybody’s.” Whumpee frowned.

Caretaker giggled again. It weirded them out. Why was she laughing? Whumpee was being serious. It wasn’t meant to be funny.

She exhaled, still smiling. “You really are pathetic, aren’t you? You really think Whumper cares about you? You are nothing but a toy. A plaything. A servant. A maid. That’s all you are and that’s all you’ll ever be. You don’t matter. If something ever were to happen to you, you’d just be replaced by someone else. You’re not as important as you think you are. Just because you were first doesn’t mean anything. You only keep him entertained. These feelings you have for him aren’t being reciprocated. Because he does not care about you.”

“And what makes you think…” Whumpee trailed off, confused when Caretaker grabbed their hands. They watched in silence as she brought them up to her neck. Panic rushed through their body as she used their hands to choke herself. Whumpee did their best to remove their hands. While they hated Caretaker, they wouldn’t hurt her this way.

Caretaker pushed Whumpee away and gasped loudly, standing from the couch. “Whumpee?! What’s wrong with you?!”

“I didn’t—”

Whumper instantly appeared in the doorway, a deep frown on his face. “What happened now?”

“They tried to choke me!” Caretaker cried.

“No I didn’t! She’s lying!”

Whumper grabbed Whumpee’s shirt, almost picking them up from the couch. “I’ve had enough of you lately.”

“Sir, I didn’t do anything! Honest!” Despite all of Whumpee’s earlier attempts at getting attention, this was not the kind of attention they wanted. Whumper looked way angrier than they’d ever seen him.

“No, don’t act like that now. You want my attention, right? Well now you have it.” He let go of Whumpee.

The last thing they saw was Whumper’s fist and the world went dark.

Whumper sat furious, frowning deeply with his hand propping up his head against the arm of the couch. Caretaker who was putting away her new present, noticed the look. She sighed and scooted closer before wrapping her arms around him. “You shouldn’t let them bother you.”

“I’m not. I’m just…pissed. I should force them to fix it.”

Caretaker glanced at the jewelry box she’d gotten. The mirror inside had been shattered, thanks to Whumpee dropping the box. Despite how calm she looked on the outside, she was furious as well. “We can always get another one.”

Whumper didn’t respond, still staring into space. A smile slowly grew on Caretaker’s face as a devious thought came to her. She tried her best not to laugh. That’s a perfect idea…

“I really should drag them back up here and make them fix it. Then strangle them until they’re unconscious, starve them–”

“Actually, I have a better idea…”

Whumper turned his head to meet gazes, his frown briefly faltering. “What’s that?”

“I think you should get a whole new plaything.” He raised a brow but didn’t interrupt. “Clearly, Whumpee has forgotten their training. Why don’t you just start fresh? A clean slate.”

Caretaker grinned widely as she watched the gears begin to turn in his head.

Whumpee perked up when they heard Whumper open the door to the basement. It was obvious that he was still angry with them. His stomping made it evident. Yet, instead of any kind of scold, Whumper began to unchain them.

What was going on? Were they going back upstairs? Did Whumper change his mind about punishing them? What was happening?

Whumper placed handcuffs on their wrists and Whumpee raised a brow. “What’s going on?”

He raised his gaze. “You’re leaving.” He pulled them up and began dragging them to the staircase.

“Leaving?! You’re getting rid of me?!” Whumpee tried their best to break free. Before they could think, they were thrown to the floor. Tears filled their eyes as they looked up at their captor.

“I’ve had enough of you Whumpee. Acting out just because you’re jealous of Caretaker and you want attention. Clearly you’ve forgotten your place in this house. You’re only a servant. A maid. Your job is not to beg for my attention, it’s to do what I asked you. But I see you can’t remember that. So since your memory is getting so bad, I’ll just have to get rid of you.”

Whumpee couldn’t believe the words they were hearing. There was no way Whumper meant anything he was saying. He couldn’t mean it. That wasn’t something he would say. Their gaze shifted to the doorway, catching Caretaker grinning smugly.

They frowned deeply. Of course they weren’t Whumper’s words.

They were hers.

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