#its getting late
The Merry Whump of May Day 18
“It’s Getting Late” - evilwriter37 - How to Train Your Dragon (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
Prompts:asphyxiated
Rated:teen
Warnings: graphic depictions of violence
Pairings:none
Word Count:687
Summary: Alvin the Treacherous has Hiccup held captive, and is getting desperate for his dragon training knowledge.
The Merry Whump of May Day 18
“It’s Getting Late” - evilwriter37 - How to Train Your Dragon (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
Prompts:asphyxiated
Rated:teen
Warnings: graphic depictions of violence
Pairings:none
Word Count:687
Summary: Alvin the Treacherous has Hiccup held captive, and is getting desperate for his dragon training knowledge.
Prompts used: Dialogue, Reading
Content Warnings: Conditioning implied, sleep deprevation implied, self harm
“And so Beowolf…”
Caretaker looked over their tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses to Whumpee, his eyes open and wide, still alert but looking nowhere in particular. Caretaker shifted in their armchair, their teeth running over their lip in thought.
“It’s getting late, Whumpee,” they said, closing the book they had been reading to him.
Whumpee’s gaze remained unbroken. “Please carry on,” he said, far away.
“You need sleep,” Caretaker explained, easing themself up from the old armchair and taking off their glasses. “You’ve done so well so far, learning not to clean all the time. And now you need rest.”
Whumpee’s head snapped to look at Caretaker. “No,” he whispered, his eyes passing beyond Caretaker.
Shaking their head, Caretaker continued to the bookshelf and placed the book between a book of Arthurian legend and The Hobbit. Their hand lingered in the air, their finger hovering over the spine. Caretaker sighed, their whole body moving with their lungs.
“Another then,” said Whumpee, desperation entering his voice.
“No, Whumpee,” insisted Caretaker, looking back at Whumpee on the edge of the bed. They shook their head and let their arm slip into their trouser pocket. There, their hand played with the house key. “You need sleep.”
“I don’t!” Whumpee suddenly yelled, his arms gripping the bed, shaking with sudden anger. His face was red and pained as he shook his head.
Surprised at Whumpee’s anger, Caretaker pressed the point of the key into their palm. The door was locked, locked like Whumper’s front door always was. Caretaker kept their lips pressed together so as not to let out a whimper of pain.
“You need sleep, Whumpee,” Caretaker repeated as they felt the key dig into their hand. Their hand didn’t move though.
“No, I don’t,” Whumpee whispered softly. “That’s laziness.”
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