Snippet #25

Cw: gore, body horror, graphic murder, murder, death (of a minor character), beaten to death, implied murder

Caught red handed.

Whumper laughed. A small, hysterical sound, as the crow bar slipped out of their hand, clattering to the asphalt below. God, this was what that meant?

The blood that coated their hands was warm and sticky, staining the front of their shirt. What was once white turned crimson.

Whumper wiped their hands on their pants, blood streaking the sides of their dark blue jeans. They had killed them.

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Anonymous asked:

28 + 34 👀👀

- July

28- Paraded

34- Exhaustion

Cw: humiliation, stoning, framed, implied murder (of an unknown character), restraints, manhandling

Whumpee could barely stay upright. Their legs felt like lead, each step was labored and heavy, their head sinking further against their chest with each angry shout from the crowd.

“TRAITOR!” A voice screamed, as a stone hit Whumpee’s leg, and they stumbled, before they were quickly yanked back upright by one of the guards escorting them through the streets. The chains around their wrists clacked against each other loudly, the sound echoing through the packed streets, seeming to overtake the voices of hundreds.

Whumpee’s face burned red with embarrassment as they were pushed along. Whenever they were going too slow for the guards’ likings, a rough shove would force them forwards. The stone streets cut into the soles of Whumpee’s bare feet, leaving a trail of bloody footprints behind them.

Whumpee blinked slowly, trying to clear their blurry vision, as they staggered forwards another step.

“Murderer!” Another voice cried, another stone sailing through the air, narrowly missing Whumpee’s head.

“It wasn’t me!” Whumpee wanted to cry, as the guards pushed them along. But their tongue sat limp in their mouth, every last bit of their energy going into staying upright.

“It wasn’t me.”

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The Prince of a Bloodstained Game Part 7- A World Without Pain

Hope you enjoy! Finally, some comfort for Harlow

Masterlist

Cw: Death of a minor character, implied murder, manhandling, mention of animal centered gore, slap, cursing, mild stripping (nothing spicy), whipping mention, stabbing mention, branding mention, torture mention, aftermath of torture, aftermath of branding, female caretaker, angst, but also some comfort

Leonidas let the door slam behind him. At the noise, the King looked up from the book he held.

“Son. You never visit anymore.” He rasped. The king’s skin was wrinkled, and his hair had long since turned grey, but his eyes shined with a childlike light.

“I’m sorry father, I’m rather busy nowadays.” The prince murmured, setting the tray he held on the nightstand near his father, before taking a seat by the door of the bed.

“Is this for me?” The king placed down his book, and picked up the cup of tea.

“It is. Fresh from the kitchens,” Leonidas mumbled.

“What have I told you about looking at people when you talk,” The old king chided. “No king looks at his feet and delivers speeches.”

“I’m sorry father,” Leonidas looked up, just to see his father take a sip of the tea, his face twisting into a grimace.

“It’s bitter,” Phineas coughed. “You know I hate bitter tea.”

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The Prince of a Bloodstained Game Part 6- War

At long last, I present part six. This one is definitely on the whumpier side, so be warned

Masterlist

Cw: Hand whump, stabbing, knife, pet names, creepy/intimate whumper, royal whumper, non-con touching, branding, mild concussion, mentioned whipping, cruel whumper, shackled, cursing, this one is all hurt/no comfort, but I promise there’s more comfort coming, lmk if I missed anything because I feel like I did

Harlow stumbled back a step as Leonidas pushed himself up out of his chair. The smirk he had at the beginning of the dinner was gone. Their heart nearly stopped as he picked up the steak knife that sat next to his plate, gripping it so tightly his knuckles went white.

They had known he had some obvious temper issues, easily angered and such, but this was the first time they had actually seen him mad. And they were scared.

Harlow backed up until their back hit the wall. They barely noticed the pain that came with it.