(West Side Story)

Maria: Did you have to stab Nando??

Tony: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what he said.

Maria: What did he say?

Tony: “What are you gonna do, stab me?”

Maria:

jason, suffering from blood loss and getting stitched up by alfred in the cave’s medbay: worth it

“Don’t Forget Me”

Tw: Death of a character, Blood, Stabbing, Explicit Language, Abandonment, Anxiety, Manipulation, Captivity.

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Whumpee sat with their back to the cold brick wall behind them.

They couldn’t remember the time of day it would be right now, or even what time it was by the hour anymore.

The dreary, musty basement only ever saw the light of two dimly lit oil lamps that sat in the corners of the room opposite of each other, as the room was remodelled to have the windows bricked over, sealing Whumpee in there with little to no means of escaping their new forever home.

The flames steadily sat atop the cloth wick, Whumpee’s trembling breaths were the only thing to disturb the steady flame, occasionally causing it to flicker in the soft breeze.

There were no windows, only a single metal framed bed that a thin, worn-down mattress rested upon.

Whumpee let out a sigh while a softer feeling of abandonment crept into their heart, causing their expression to fall weary as their minds started to wander.

Why hadn’t Whumper returned to them yet? Had they done something wrong to displease Whumper? Has Whumper found themselves a new companion to keep them company?

These thoughts plagued Whumpee’s thoughts, unconsciously causing a few small tears to bead in the corner of their eyes as they sniffled softly.

“W-Whumper..” Whumpee whispered to themselves softly, pitifully craning their neck towards the door.

“Wh-whumper.. a-are you.. there?" 

 There was still silence in the room as Whumpee turned their body around so they were on their hands and knees, slowly pulling themselves towards the door.

a soft rattle of the chain that was wrapped around their ankle and anchored to the wall just by the bed echoed quietly in the room as Whumpee felt their body suddenly come to halt, only feet from the door.

"Whumper.. I-im still here.. did you forget about me..?” Whumpee’s voice was dry, their big water eyes gazed at the door, their arms reached out towards it, but they could only just faintly scratch the wooden door with their nails, just out of their reach.

“W-Whumper!?" 

Whumpee’s voice grew a bit louder as it echoed against the walls, hearing the desperate tone in their own voice.

"Whumper!!" 

"Whumper, I’m here! I’m still here!!" 

"WHUMPER!!!”

Their screams rang hallow throughout the room and halls now.

Whumpee’s voice cracked as they let out a incoherent wail, their eyes now flooded with hot tears, burning their now puffy reddened eyes. 

They hunched forward, wrapping their arms tightly around themselves, trying to give themselves any feelings of comfort and affection they could to calm themselves as their panic and feelings of loneliness grew deeper.

“I’m here, I’m here, I’m here..” Whumpee repeatedly whispered to themselves, their lips trembling as their teeth chattered from their anxious state.

But they soon found themselves laying on their side, knees tightly pulled to their chest as the only sounds that escaped were those of muffled sobbing and the occasional choked wail in hopes that Whumper would hear them.

Whumpee bit the inside of their lip hard. 

After a few moments, they could taste a soft metallic blood on their tongue, though they couldn’t tell because their senses had become numb to anything but the craved need for Whumper.

It’s all Whumpee wanted, was Whumper to hold them, praise them, and caress their hair softly while whispering in reassurance that everything would be okay.

They understood that Whumper’s punishments weren’t meant to hurt them, but only to teach them to be better.

But somehow, Whumpee had somehow ruined it. They didn’t understand how or why, but they had upset Whumper so greatly now that they had abandoned them.

Whumpee opened their eyes while sniffling. Though they didn’t move from the floor, they simply laid there, motionless, and broken. 

×××

Upstairs Whumper sat at their desk, idly smirking while watching Whumpee desperately plead for them. 

In a way, Whumper thought it was pathetic how needy they were despite their ‘tough’ demeanor.

'I suppose I should go comfort the little thing before it completely snaps.. We truly would not want that again.' 

Whumper lightly tapped the × at the top right of the screen while turning their monitor off, steadily arising from their seat as they walked calmly towards the hallway.

×××

After a few minutes, Whumpee heard a soft click come from the door, as if on cue, causing their body to suddenly jerk up, so they were sitting upright on their knees, wide-eyed, staring in an almost dog-like manner towards the entrance, impatiently waiting.

Whumper slowly pushed the door open while sliding the keys back into his pocket, looking down towards Whumpee with a more solemn expression, though it was not genuine.

“Whumpee..” They spoke softly while kneeling down, keeping their hand up to signal Whumpee to stay put, though their excitement almost made it nearly impossible. They did not want to do anything that could cause Whumper to leave them again.

“I apologise for being away longer than expected.. I truly am sorry.” They lowered their hands while extending their arms towards Whumpee.

Without hesitating, Whumpee sprung into Whumper’s arms, nuzzling their body as closely as they could against Whumper’s, resting their head under their chin while smiling ear to ear.

“I-i though you left me, forgot about me.. I did something bad.. I’m sorry, so sorry..” Whumpee spoke quickly, with faint hints of happiness, fear, and anxiety coating their words as they could barely form a coherent sentence.

“Shh, sh” Whumper hushed them softly while wrapping their arms securely around the smaller framed Whumpee while cuddling them closely, lightly resting their lips against the top of their head.

“I could never forget about you, Whumpee.. How foolish of you to think." 

"M'sorry..”

“Tch, I suppose I can understand why someone so naive could think that. But that’s why you have me to take care of you, and teach you how to be good." 

"Mhm~” Whumpee hummed softly in agreement, while wrapping their arms around Whumper’s neck. “M'thankful for Whumper.." 

Whumper smirked to themselves while lowering their arm around Whumpee’s waist, pulling them closer.

"Of course you are.." 

Whumpee let out a softer breath while opening their eyes, feeling a faint wave of relief.

"Whumper.." 

"Yes, Whumpee..?" 

Whumper shifted lightly, but stopped as they let out a short gasp, feeling a sudden sharp, pain in the back of their neck.

A warm liquid slowly trickled down their back as Whumpee pushed a rod they had broken off the bed frame and sharpened deeper into Whumper’s neck, twisting it lightly before pulling it out, hearing Whumper let out a pained scream before their grip loosened enough on Whumpee that they could push themselves free of their grip.

But they didn’t run, oh no.

Whumpee quickly knocked Whumper to the floor while climbing onto their lap, raising their hand to weild the rod high in the air before plunging it deep into Whumper’s chest, over and over, and over.

Whumper let out a blood curdling scream as they didn’t even have a chance to try and fight back to protect themselves as Whumpee continued to stab them relentlessly without hesitation.

Their blood splattered over the walls and pooled around Whumpers trembling, bloodied body as Whumpee panted heavily, now also coated in splatters of blood and small bits of flesh.

 They took a moment to stare at the bloodied mess in front of them before a sudden wave of nausea hit them. 

 Whumpee quickly got up from the body only to collapse on their knees, hunching over while emptying the little contents of their stomach that were there, heaving heavily while trembling. 

 It wasn’t that Whumpee was having regrets, no.

 Whumper deserved nothing more than a painfully slow death, and that’s exactly what they were getting.

 Whumpee could still hear the shallow, gurgled breaths of Whumper as they desperately tried to cling onto what little time they had left while Whumpee slowly moved back over, bit only to quickly retrieve the keys from his pocket, and for a bonus, their wallet.

 "Whumper..” Whumpee looked down at them in the same condescending way that Whumper would.

“Burn in hell.. I’ll see you again when I get there too, I promise." 

There was a coldness to Whumpee’s voice as they leaned down, unlocking the chain from their ankle, and the collar from their neck, dropping it to the ground while feeling a faint chill from their skin being so exposed.

Whumpee turned as they walked slowly towards the door, opening it while looking back at Whumper’s motionless body.

 'Rot here, piece of shit..' 

Whumpee angrily slammed the door closed while locking it, breaking the key off as they turned it, making sure that there was no way Whumper could escape this long needed fate.

As they made their way up the basement stairs to the main floor, Whumpee felt a mix of emotions, though the only one they wanted to focus on, was the feeling of freedom.

 {End}

Elinor’s lips are dripping blood on Apollo’s throat. Her nails scrape against his arms. Against the spread of her ribs, he presses the tip of his stake.

She smiles.

Under the silvered tip, her skin burns. Under her kiss, he freezes.

“Are you going to kill me, sweet thing?” Her teeth fit themselves around the pulse of his throat, and with a squelch, the stake breaks skin. “Do you know how?”

A staked vampire bursts into flames and turns to ash in his bare hands. A moth dies by the same flame that pulls it, desperate for things it cannot touch. The sun sits low in the sky and in the spilling of her hair. It almost looks red, like this, dripping blood and sunlight.

He pulls on it, until she looks at him, smiling still, her lipstick smeared. Softly, he drives the stake in deeper. Elinor doesn’t flinch.

“I will find a way”, he says into her laughter. “If it takes all my life.”

She has dimples. Her eyes crinkle when she smiles. Her chest rises with every breath she takes. Her blood runs warm over his fingers. When she kisses him, her hands tremble.

“You have less time than I do”, she says. “Better move quickly, hunter.”

Isn’t it funny, says the Theseus that is still alive in Apollo’s mind, that you are Apollon, the hunter? Where is your Artemis, bare and unafraid? Haven’t you always been, truly, a twin-less brother, looking for your mirror?

He drives the stake deeper into Oliver’s twin. When he feels it hitting her spine, he twists it. Slowly, like he was taught.

Elinor laughs. She wraps her legs around his hips. Her heels clatter to the floor, one after the other, and her skirt rides up. Her hair gathers against the wall, and her neck is bare. Apollo doesn’t reach for her.

He doesn’t.

“It’s time enough for me, darling”, he says. “Decades, Elinor.”

Her hair is silk under his fingers, a soft, cool thing that drapes itself, carelessly, around his palms. When he kisses her, she sighs. Her lips move under his, and her teeth drag against his tongue. She drapes her trembling hands around his throat.

And Apollo pulls out the stake. She sags against the wall, gasping into his mouth, her claws curling, her teeth razor-edge sharp and – Apollo, hunter that he is, pushes the stake back in.

Elinor moans. Her blood floods the little bathroom until the cream carpet is soaked so full that it looks red. Soon, it will be brown, and hard. Apollo’s hand is dripping into the wound on her stomach, his muscles pulled taut against his bones. He doesn’t move it.

He cannot.

“Sweet thing”, says Elinor, staked. “What makes you think that will ever be enough?”, asks Elinor, bleeding. She doesn’t burn. She doesn’t scream.

Apollo kisses her. She tastes of iron, and of blood, and when her hands drop onto his shoulders, he holds her against the wall until she draws that last breath.

Until she draws the first, sun-kissed.

Prompt #58

Take your immortal whumpee and stab them. Leave the knife there, imbedded in their flesh for days at a time while they try to heal around the metal, until it’s become a part of them.

Then, rip it out when it’s been there long enough to hurt more than just being stabbed. Let them sit there, trying to heal again, around what’s already been done incorrectly.

I know we love the angst <3333 Here’s my alternate scene of “if Sasha actually missed”

I want to draw actor with long hair lol

June 11th- Forced to watch

@summer-of-whump

Okay okay, I’m my defense I was camping. There was no service like, all day yesterday.

Cw: stabbing, threats, restraints, noncon touching, manhandling, forced to watch, death threats, knives, torture, gagging, hair pulling, uhhhhh bit more stabbing

Caretaker’s face twisted into a terrible fury as they let out a scream, their limbs thrashing against that which restrained them.

“WHUMPER- WHUMPER LET THEM GO I SWEAR TO GOD-” They yelled, tears of pure anger dripping down their jaw as they kicked and fought against the chains that kept them in place.

On the other side of the room, Whumper let out a frustrated sigh, their face twitching into a sneer as they roughly yanked the knife free from Whumpee’s thigh.

For a moment, a guttural scream drowned out Caretaker’s protests, before Whumpee broke down into sobs once again, curling in on themself on the cold floor.

“For god’s sake, shut them up already! I can’t fucking work like this!!” Whumper spat, throwing the bloodied dagger to the side.

Not a moment later, Caretaker’s yells were cut off as a guard shoved a dirty rag into their mouth, carelessly knotting around the back of their head, ripping out strands of their hair in the process.

Whumper rolled their eyes, their nostrils flaring as Caretaker continued to scream and thrash.

They stalked back across the room, grabbing the discarded knife from the floor before returning to Whumpee’s side. They grabbed a fistful of the later’s hair, forcing their head back as Whumper shoved the knife against Whumpee’s throat.

“Caretaker, shut the fuck up.” They growled, a bead of blood welling from where the knife dug into Whumpee’s neck. “I swear I’ll fucking slit their throat right now if I hear another fucking sound out of you-”

Caretaker’s eyes blew wide, a tear slipping down their flushed cheek as they quickly went quiet, clenching their jaw around the dirty rag. They could do nothing but twist their wrists against the chains that kept them bound to the chair, and watch as Whumpee sobbed and shrunk back from the blade.

“That’s much more like it,” Whumper spat, pulling the knife away from Whumpee’s neck.

Caretaker didn’t have a moment to relieve before Whumper thrust the blade into Whumpee’s shoulder.

June 5th- “Sing to me, please?”

I have a theory… time to test it

@summer-of-whump

Cw: possible death, murder, stabbing, angst, blood, crying, sad, feel like I’m missing something

A sob slipped from Hero’s lips as they clutched the limp form closer to their body, trembling fingers pressed tightly against their apprentice’s chest.

“Sidekick, st-stay with me-” Hero’s voice cracked, tears distorting their vision as warm, sticky blood soaked through the thick material of their gloves.

Below them, Sidekick let out a whimper, their clouded eyes unseeing as they gazed into the distance.

“Ple-please Sidekick, help- help is coming,” Hero promised, their other hand moving to clumsily push Sidekick’s bangs from their forehead. Stroking their hair, providing them with as much comfort as they could in these terrible moments.

Above them, thunder rolled across a dark sea of clouds as a bolt of lightning split the sky, for a moment illuminating the stain of scarlet that soaked the front of Sidekick’s uniform.

Somewhere in the far distance, a siren wailed.

“Come- cmon sidekick- please- please hold on,” Hero begged as tears streamed down their flushed cheeks, cutting pathways through the blood and grime. All of their own pain faded to the back of their mind, their bruised bones and tired muscles no longer meaning a thing.

Nothing meant a thing when their best friend was dying in their arms.

Sidekick’s breath hitched, the fog behind their eyes dissipating in a moment of clarity.

“He-hero-” They rasped, their pupils dilating as they focused on their mentor’s face.

“I- I’m here sidekick, I’m here,” Hero forced out, their voice cracking with emotion as they soothingly ran their fingers through Sidekick’s hair. They tried to stay strong. They had to stay strong. Sidekick needed them to be strong.

“Hh..h’ro…” Sidekick whimpered, squeezing their eyes shut as a tremor wracked their body. “t h’rts..”

“I know, sidekick, I- I know..”

Sidekick let out a shuddering breath, their eyes closing for a moment. When they reopened, they were noticing dimmer than before.

“H…ro..” Their voice was less than a whisper, so quiet Hero had to move their head closer to hear. “pl.. pl’se…. ss-sing t’ mm.. me?”

Hero’s eyes widened slightly, before they nodded, a terrible numbing ache spreading through their chest.

“Of- of course,” They cleared their throat, their hand leaving Sidekick’s hair for a moment to wipe the tears from their eyes. “Of course.”

Hero never was a big singer. The most they ever did was hum a tune in the shower, or tap their fingers along to a rhythm as they filled out paperwork. If sidekick had asked them at any other time, they would’ve given a hearty laugh and a shake of their head.

But now-

But now hero sang.

It wasn’t good, no, not at all. Their voice cracked and broke, the melody completely lost in their grating voice.

They didn’t stop singing as the ambulances finally arrived and Sidekick’s eyes drifted shut.

“Th..nk… y’h…”