Left for Dead

Contains: generic characters, collapsed building, mild blood, abandonment, trapped

The shriek of metal scraping, the deafening crash of concrete and wood, the dust billowing into the air seemed like it was never going to end. 

Then it did, and somehow, Whumpee was still awake.

Somehow, they were still alive.

Their entire body was alight with pain as if it was on fire. Tipping their head back, they opened their mouth to scream, but their throat was coated with blood and dust and all that came out was a fit of coughing that felt like it was ripping them in half. 

“Whumpee!” 

The voice echoed from somewhere above the rubble. Again, they tried to force out words, a scream, something. Anything to let their teammates know that they were still alive down there. 

“Teammate, we’ve got to go!” That was Leader, their voice just barely audible. 

“No, but…Whumpee! They’re in there, we’ve got to -”

“We can’t. I’m…I’m sorry, Teammate. There’s no way they could have survived that, and we have to get out of here. It’s not safe!”

No, please don’t…don’t leave me down here! I’m here, I’m alive, I can hear you!

“I can’t just leave them!”

There was a distant rumble, followed by more crashing. The impact vibrated the ground underneath Whumpee. 

“Teammate, please. It’s too late for Whumpee. Let me protect the rest of you.”

Whumpee strained to hear a reply, but was met with only deafening silence. 

They were trapped and alone. 

This is the next chapter of Querencia, following Whumptober Day 1!

Taglist: @darthsutrich , @inky-whump , @painful-pooch , @pigeonwhumps (thank you for beta reading!), @bookworm2107

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No. 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.” | Water Inhalation

Contains: dude whump, electrocution, water whump, Deaf whumpee, captivity, restraints, revenge, death mention, noncon drugging, needles, superpowers

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Quinn jolts awake in an unfamiliar room, still half-expecting to be in charge of steering an out-of-control vehicle. Instead, he finds himself in what looks like a warehouse, but definitely not the one they converted into their home. This one is dingy and in sore need of a good cleaning. The events of the evening come back to him in flashes - the park, the drive home…the spike strips in the road and his inability to avoid them or prevent the crash afterward. 

This was planned, whatever it is. And now he’s alone, without his team, and he can only hope they’re all alright.

He doesn’t remain alone for long. The trio that enters the room looks vaguely familiar, but with his head still swirling from unconsciousness he can’t quite place them. Besides, his thoughts are more caught on the fact that none of them are wearing masks or anything else to conceal their identities. Kidnappers without masks generally don’t plan to allow their victims to leave alive.

Whumptober 2022

NO. 14 - DIE A HERO OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME A VILLAIN

Desperate Measures | Failed Escape | “I’ll be right behind you”

Continued from here

Taglist: @painful-pooch

Contains: lady whump, mild blood, burns

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With enough pressure, and enough skirt fabric wrapped haphazardly around her torso, Kamaria is eventually able to get the bleeding to slow slightly. But it still hasn’t stopped, isn’t showing any signs of stopping anytime soon, and she knows she has to do something about it if she wants to live.

There are a variety of dry sticks lying around nearby, and a flint in her pouch. The tiny fire she manages to build won’t last her through the night, but she’ll have to worry about that later. Right now she only needs it to last long enough to heat up her knife.

She watches the flames lick around the edges of the blade as if in a trance, head swirling with hazy thoughts, trying not to think about what she’s going to do. There isn’t much else to think of, though. She can rehash the terrible mission that led her to this point, or she can dwell on how much trouble she’s going to be in when…if she returns. Neither of those are very appealing, either.

The blade is beginning to glow with heat. Kamaria reaches out and fingers the handle, turning it over, considering whether this is absolutely necessary even though she’s already decided it is.

Whumptober 2020 - Day 14

This is an excerpt from a full-length fic that I plan on writing someday, an AU that begins at the episode “The Black Paladins”. Shorter than most of the rest, but not too super short. Pay attention to the warnings and enjoy!

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Day 14 - Branding

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: restraints, implied torture, blood, gore, creepy/intimate whumper, burns, ambiguous ending

“So pathetic. I honestly don’t know what the High Priestess sees in you.”

Fingers trailed across his shredded, bloody back, and Keith keened, jerking in his restraints. The man behind him sneered. 

“I don’t know what he saw in you, either.” 

Bright magenta eyes veered into his vision, close, and he flinched back. The chains holding his arms high above his head brought him right back, though, right up to those wrong, wrong eyes. 

“He was pathetic, too. Weak. The High Priestess has made me so much stronger than your precious Shiro ever was.”

Keith’s throat was so raw from days of screaming that he wasn’t sure he could ever speak correctly again, but he somehow forced out the words, anyway. “You’re not even...half the man that Shiro was.”