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bleedingintogold · 1 year

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A leader who is cold and aloof.

He doesn't join the team when they attempt to bond, sticking to only training them and giving orders. He won't even eat with them at the same table, let alone initiate conversation outside what is necessary. The team don't push, out of respect and borderline fear for him. They believe that he’d sacrfice any of them without a second thought if he had to. They trust him to lead them, but they don’t trust that he’d keep them safe.

The leader is scary. He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't even look angry when he's reprimanding any of them. His voice is a monotone to a point where they wouldn't be surprised if he was actually a humanoid android. Until one day, the youngest screws up badly, almost costing the entire team their lives. Fortunately, the leader manages to save them, getting them all back to safety.

When he is sure that they are secure, he explodes at the youngest. His fingers bunch into fists, drawing blood from his own palms as his fingernails scrape at the skin. They wonder if he was about to punch the youngest across the face. The Leader's words are harsh but true, making his junior look at the ground shamefully. One of the other teammates decides that everyone has had enough for today, physically pulling Leader away.

The teammate feels something wet drop onto his hand. That's when they realize none of them had actually been looking at Leader's face. His face didn't read anger, as much as it read fear. His eyes were wet with tears that had yet to fall.

Leader realizes that he's crying, quickly pulling away from his team to retreat to his room after telling the second in command to make sure everyone is patched up.

In his room, he can't help but glance at the frame on his bedside. A younger version of himself stands in the centre of a group of five, all of them with their arms around each other, proud of the new stripe the youngest wears on his shoulder. The same youngest that got them all killed.

The youngest member who was now a leader himself, so close to losing his team again.

Leader hadn't been angry at the youngest, who had tried their best. He had looked down at them, and seen himself. Naive, immature and guilty of killing the people who had loved him.

He cares about his team. Of course he does. But he doesn’t think he’d be strong enough if he were to lose people he loved again.

#leader whump #Leader whumpee #team dynamics #whump community #whump tropes #whumpblr #tw death mention #youngest to leader

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dex1o · 6 months

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some lineart of my main genshin team sleeping that i dont know if i'll finish or not. colouring is hard leave me alone

#maybe ill come back to it one day #but for now i just wanted to get it out there #cause im proud of it okay #kaeya alberich #kaeya #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #fischl #bennett #genshin impact #team dynamics #ragbros

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whump-in-the-closet · 8 months

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Multiple Whumpees stuck in the same place together, divided by their different ways of handling the Whumper’s torture

The ones who react with stoic indifference are constantly on edge with the rebellious ones.

The tension cuts deeper than any knife wound, and the two groups drop so far as to mock the other. Pointing out their scars and how quickly they screamed. Getting into late night blurry eyes brawls.

Burning comments about how the stoic ones “don’t have it as bad” “haven’t been really hurt.” “don’t know what real pain is”

It doesn’t matter if the “stoics” stumble into a corner of their cell and stare at the opposite wall, at the ceiling, saying nothing. Doesn’t matter if their hands twitch like they’re still feeling leftover electric pain.

There is of course, retaliation.

“You’re all so stupid. You think sarcasm will save you?” “you’re always the first to scream” “you broke so quickly, we could hear it from down the hall.”

They turn a blind eye to how the “rebellious” ones will beg for one of their own companions to be given a brief reprieve. How their screams are interrupted by savage curses. How they stare Whumper down, even when forced to kneel.

#guess who’s phone is about to die #woohoo #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump community #whump ideas #whump scenario #whump tropes #defiant whumpee #stoic whumpee #cw captivity #cw implied torture #team dynamics

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whumperofworlds · 1 year

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We all like Whumpees who are sick/overworked, now get ready for:

Whumpees who KNEW they were sick/overworked and tried to tell their Team Leader, but Leader brushed it off and told them to go back to work.

Perhaps the team was short staffed, and Team Leader needed Whumpee badly. Or maybe the team had an important mission, and they need all the manpower for it, therefore Whumpee couldn't afford to take even one day off for rest.

It wasn't until Whumpee collapsed in the middle of a mission due to being pushed too far. And they needed to be rushed to the infirmary/sick bay.

Cue guilt from Team Leader. If they at least gave Whumpee a day off instead of pushing them that hard...

#whump #my whump stuff #whumpee #team leader #team dynamics #collapse #sick whumpee #overworked #overworked whumpee #guilt

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chaotic-orphan · 8 months

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Defiant Leader x Confident Villain: part 2

Read part one here:

This was basically finished in my drafts so enjoy (it was not proof read so caution to those who read here)

I just love some strained arms over the head Whump, best way to keep your Whumpee’s on their toes ahehehehe anyways~

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Leader didn’t wake up to their alarm. That was the first sign that they should be more alert than they were, but they woke up groggy, the world moving too slow, their eyelids far too heavy. They were swaying forward, balanced on their toes. Their eyes shot open as they faltered, their feet slipping. The jangle of chains going taut had them cursing as they tried to get their feet back on the ground, getting the strain off their shoulders for just a second.

Leader got their toes onto the floor just barely, enough to take their weight off their arms and they were able to breathe again properly. Leader looked down at their feet and found their socks and shoes taken off. Not only that but Leader’s jacket was gone too, leaving them in their under shirt and combats.

Leader looked up next, seeing their hands no longer cuffed together but instead locked in heavy duty iron manacles. Leader couldn’t help the scoff at their manacles because of course Villain had fucking manacles to chain them up with.

Leader shook their head sharply, shaking the foggy sleep from their mind and said to themselves: “okay, Leader. Okay.”

Leader pulled down their hands as much as they could, trying to grasp the chain holding them up but the manacles were so thick Leader could barely touch the chains with a finger.

“Motherf— come on!” Leader huffed with an exasperated sigh. Okay. They can break their thumb. It was fine. They still had time. Leader sucked in a steadying breath and yanked down as hard as they could on the manacles. All it did was hurt Leader’s wrist, the manacles wrapped so tight around Leader’s skin that all they successfully did was bruise their wrists more.

“Fucking— FUCK!” Leader yelped, their foot slipping again and leaving them struggling, hanging by their wrists until they managed to get a grip on the cold wooden floor.

“I thought I heard your charming voice,” said Villain behind them and Leader froze in their chains. The halting rattle was the only sound in the room for a moment, followed by Leader’s soft exhale. A hand pressed itself between Leader’s shoulder blades and Leader suppressed the shiver that followed, forcing themselves to stay still. Show no fear.

That’s what Villain wanted, for Leader to react.

“You know,” Villain said, their hand moving around Leader as their boots clacked against the concrete floor. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long that I don’t know what to do with it. With you.”

“I do. You can let me go, it solves both our prob— fuck!” Leader gasped as Villain shoved them and their feet lost grip on the ground. Their wrists caught in the manacles and their body slumped as they tried to get purchase on the ground again.

Villain was laughing as Leader finally got their bearings, coming around to the front of Leader with their smirking grin. A bag of snack peanuts in their hand that they were eating out of.

Dry roasted.

The easy laugh, the peanuts, the familiarity of Villain being so at ease and comfortable — it made their heart lurch in their chest, their hands tightening into fists above them.

“You’re a fucking arsehole, Villain.”

“I know,” Villain smirked, popping a peanut into their mouth. Then they looked at Leader and back to the peanuts. “You want some?”

“No,” Leader said, looking at the wall behind Villain instead.

Villain hummed thoughtfully. “You never used to say no,” they mused. “You’d always take one when I offered.”

“That was a long time ago, Villain. Things are different now. You made them different.”

“Maybe,” Villain shrugged and Leader’s eyes cut to Villain’s.

“No. No maybe,” Leader said, furious, going to take a threatening step forward then remembering their current predicament as the chains rattled.

Villain whistled, looking up at the manacles and the chains then brought their gaze back down to Leader who decided to just lean forward instead, getting their face close to Villain’s.

“You had us! You had a family and you threw it all away, for what?! Because Supervillain stroked your ego?!”

“That’s an old wound, Leader. Has it been eating you this entire time?” Villain asked with their same mocking lilt. Eyes burning into Leader’s, uncaring and wild. They stepped closer to Leader, filling the empty space between them and said: “have you considered that maybe I just wanted to kick you off your high horse?”

“Villain—“

Villain swiped Leader’s legs from under them again, face impassive as they watched Leader grunt and yell under the strain on their body. When Leader was just about to get their feet under them again Villain kicked their thighs and Leader swung back with a sharp cry. Villain halted their momentum, grabbing Leader’s hair and yanking them up. Leader just barely got their feet on the ground when Villain pulled harder on their hair.

“You and Medic and Rogue, all so perfect. All exactly what the Hero commission wanted you to be. All loyal dogs willing to avoid helping the people who needed it most over the missions you were assigned,” Villain hissed, taking pleasure in the shocked pain on Leader’s face. “Why would I stay?”

“Because you were one of us,” Leader said softly. “Because we were family.”

Villain didn’t even miss a beat. Hard eyes staring into Leader’s.

“And how many good people were you willing to sacrifice for the sake of our family?” Villain let go of Leader then and stepped back, allowing Leader to get their footing again.

“I’d sacrifice the world,” Leader replied and Villain’s eyes widened a fraction at the frank honesty. “I don’t care for it. The number one rule of our job was always that you can’t save everyone.”

“Yet you keep trying to save me,” Villain said, a lopsided smile on their face.

“No,” said Leader. “I don’t. I gave up on you when you gave up on us.”

Villain’s smile fell. The lightheartedness in their face fell and their expression turned cold. It broke every fibre of Leader’s being to see their words hurt Villain, but they were supposed to, because then Villain would get angry.

Anger Leader could use. Direct. Take advantage of.

Villain ran a hand through his hair and Leader sucked in a sharp breath as Villain let out a soft laugh. Then they pounced.

A second before Leader had taken their weight on their wrists, gritting their teeth as they swung their legs up and kicked Villain back against the wall: one foot landing on their chest, the other kicking Villain in the face before going up up up. They let out a cry of pain as they swung themselves up all their weight unbearable on their wrists until they found purchase again high above Villain’s head on the wall.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Villain hissed from below and Leader desperately grabbed the chains holding their wrists together and pulled with all their might. To their surprise the chains came loose. Not just the chains. The entire pulley holding them and Leader was without tension as they were dragged back to the floor by their wrists, taking the brunt of it on their shoulder and gasping as the air was stolen from their lungs.

Villain stomped a boot clad foot onto Leader’s chest and leaned down, putting all their weight behind it. A grin on their bloody face and the pulley that Leader hadn’t noticed until now in their hand.

“You some spider monkey now?” Villain laughed, touching the blood slowly trickling from their nose with two fingers and pulling them away to look at it. They laughed again and let out a breathy: “fuck,” followed by another laugh.

Leader swiped at Villain’s other leg but Villain sang in warning: “ah-ah-ah. Leader. You slippery little hostage, hmm? So bold.”

Villain plopped down on Leader’s chest, both knees digging into Leader’s ribs and Leader gasped, letting out a harsh cry of pain. Villain put one knee on either side of Leader’s torso then, leering down at them with a grin.

“I see why you like being on top now. There’s something powerful about it. Very sexy.”

Leader looked away from Villain, so Villain yanked on the opposite end of the rope attached to Leader’s manacles. Leader’s arms shot up over their head and half pulled them up under Villain so they were forced to look at Villain. Villain’s body trapping them, pinning their lower body to the floor while yanking the pulley to stretch their arms above their head, Leader felt like they were going to be ripped apart.

“Say Sorry.”

Leader said nothing. So Villain pulled harder and Leader let out a startled cry.

“Say Sorry, Leader.”

“Mmmm!” Leader cried through gritted teeth. “Fuck you!”

“Don’t give me ideas,” Villain chuckled darkly. Their free hand went to Leader’s chest and Leader swallowed, trying to look anywhere but at the Villain. Villain’s fingers crawled up Leader’s chest, neck, before two lithe, graceful fingers grabbed Leader’s jaw and turned them to look Villain in the eyes. “Tell me, Leader… and be honest, there’s nobody here to judge you, least of all me, but which of us was your favourite, hmm?”

The question stumped Leader. The words flowing through their ears, worming their way into the brain and emptying it with the speed and devastation of a rippling tornado.

“You can’t ask me that,” Leader said, confidence they didn’t feel colouring their voice. “That’s like asking a parent to pick a favourite child.”

“And yet, every parent has a favourite child,” Villain said, eyes probing. “Go on. You can tell me. It was me, wasn’t it? The lost sheep. The rebel.”

Leader just stared at Villain. Villain’s lips pulled into a pout.

“Don’t tell me it was that wet towel Medic, or Rogue,” then Villain snorted, as if the thought of Rogue being Leader’s favourite was unthinkable. “I mean we all love Rogue but let’s be serious—“

Leader jerked in their manacles, forcing their body up to get in Villain’s face, anger wiring every muscle in their body.

“You should know better than anyone to not bad mouth my team behind my back, Villain. Let alone to my face. That’s the only warning you’re getting,” Leader said, their voice a quiet simmering of rage. The look of familiar fear flashing across Villain’s face was enough to satisfy Leader’s anger.

Villain hadn’t forgotten everything so it seems.

They still knew how far to push Leader, and when to concede. Even in chains and deep in enemy territory, Villain still feared Leader to a certain extent. It wouldn’t last forever, and Leader knew they wouldn’t be able to pull this card in front of other Villain’s but for now it was enough.

It meant the Villain Leader remembered was still in there somewhere.

It meant the Villain Leader remembered, their Villain, could still be saved.

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ziptiesnfries · 7 months

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favorite tropes: when there's a Traitor amongst the team but the whole team is being so nice to them that they feel incredibly guilty about the fact that they're about to betray them, and they want to take it back but it's too late! once the team finds out, they'll never trust the Traitor again!

#ziptalks #team whump #team dynamics #favorite tropes #it's just sooo goooood

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whump-or-whatever · 1 year

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Just imagining Team Leader whumpee who has had a particularly bad day and Team knows it, so some of the Team Members go over to their place to check in on them. They knock and there’s no answer so they try the door and it’s open. They walk in and find Team Leader just blasting music and getting cross-faded, absolutely out of it. And that’s when Team realizes just how much of an effect things have on Team Leader.

#whump #whump prompt #whump idea #whump scenario #whump tropes #team whump #team leader whump #team leader whumpee #alcohol #alcohol abuse whump #drug whump #team dynamics #team leader

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beatific-bruising · 1 year

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a cheerful, naive hero, the youngest and newest in their team full of old grizzled veterans, that ends up playing scout for almost all of their missions. they're the ones who sniff out every enemy, trip every trap, and map out every lair before the rest of the team even goes in. sure they'd rather hang back with their superiors, or have someone scout with them, or even be told "good job!" when all's said and done... and they're often the only one that gets seriously hurt even on successful missions, but hey! they get patched up at the end so it's all good, right?

it's on a mission like any other that it goes wrong. maybe it was a simple mistake, a miscalculation of the supervillain's defenses. maybe it was a hazing attempt that went sideways. maybe the vets got tired of a newbie in their space and did it deliberately. but the result is the same: communications get cut, and hero is stranded in the enemy base

but hey, it's all good, right? even though the henchmen torture them for information, even though they throw them in a cold damp cell, even though they "forget" to feed them for days on end, it's fine, right?

even if supervillain comes around to interrogate hero themself. even if they get an eyeful of all of hero's scars that can't all be from missions gone wrong. even if supervillain starts administrating first aid and making sure hero eats, with a more and more pitying look as the days pass.

the team's coming back. they'll mount a rescue any day now...

...right?

#this is my first post plz no bully #let me know if i need to tag this as anything else #beatific.docx #beatific.file #whump #hero whumpee #villain caretaker #whump community #whump scenario #hero x villain #team whump #team dynamics #heroes and villains

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holybananaoafshoe · 6 months

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✨️Team Dynamics✨️

Welcome to the series no one asked for, but you'll get it anyway.

Tired™ Cyro Dads:

Kaeya, Wriothesley, Klee, Freminet

1/8

They met when one of Klee’s bombs accidentally went off somewhere in Fontaine. Klee hadn’t meant for it to go off, it just happened by accident, and she feels really bad.

Think of the scene where Abledo is frantically looking for Klee and explosions go off behind him and he whips around and starts booking it--that’s what Kaeya had to do in Fontaine because how did she already sneak off?!?!?

(maybe he shouldn’t teach Klee how to break out of her room when she’s grounded anymore…)

Wrio was tasked with finding their asses, who knew Fontaine had such strict laws? (not Klee)

Honestly, it wasn’t that hard to find them, Kaeya, being the responsible™ older brother and kinght, was already headed towards the Grand Courts of Fontaine with Klee to hopefully talk their way out of being thrown in jail.

If that couldn’t happen, he could at least take the heat for Klee and pray to Barbatos that Jean can get him out in a timely fashion.

Give him a little credit, bro likes chaos, but he's here on knight business, and it wouldn't be a good look to run off after the spark knight blew something up

Plus, he's trying to set a good example for Klee

Poor Klee is scared and crying outside of the courts. Kaeya is trying his best to calm her down, but Fontaine’s courts are just so scary and intimidating.

That’s how Wrio finds them.

He calms Klee down with promises of sweets (he knows Neuvillette has some in his office somewhere), but is ice cold to Kaeya because he’s like 90% sure a child wouldn’t have a bomb.

Boy Oh Boy is he surprised when he brings them to an informal hearing with Nuvellette and hears the child does have bombs--so many bombs

(Archons help him. He understands how the child got a pyro vision now, but how is she the strongest knight of Favonius?? What do you mean her mom gave her the bomb’s formula?? Maybe he was a little too harsh on the older knight…)

Cue a whole explanation later and Klee’s tearful apology.

Wrio and Neuvillette couldn’t find it in themselves to press charges against a child--or the adult who was clearly trying to take the blame--so Wrio became their escort to make sure they didn’t get into trouble for the rest of their stay.

He apologizes to Kaeya and Kaeya’s like “nah it’s okay it happens a lot”

He throws in a sly jab at how he wouldn’t mind being locked up if Wrio was the one bringing him in

He did not expect the man to dryly tell him he’d have to invite him for a cup of tea first before breaking the law, if that’s how things are gonna go

I like to think they both have the same humor, Kaeya is more sly and closed off while Wrio has a dry/sarcastic air about him, while being pretty open about what’s on his mind.

Their whole dynamic is sly remarks and witty comebacks between each other (while occasionally doubling up on messing with someone, much to Neuvillette’s displeasure), while having respect for the other

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 3 months

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Whump Prompt #1342

Submitted by @red-river-potato01 - thanks!

Character A is the black sheep of the team and isn't very well-liked by most of the others. Because of this they often lash out at the others since all they ever get is negative feedback. When the rookie Character B joins, A assumes they'll be like the others, especially when the team warns B about them. Yet to their surprise, B ignores all that and is nice to A. A isn't sure what to think, but they soon become very protective of B, enough so that they put themselves in harm's way for them...

#whump #writing #prompts #angst #protective whumpee #ideas #injury #team dynamics #self sacrifice #arguments #miscommunication

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cpt-winters · 10 months

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Forced to Choose

"Open your mouth."

Leader's only response was to tighten his jaw muscles further.

"I won't ask again."

Leader's gaze shifted from the teammate kneeling opposite him to the gun levelled at his head. He stared at the barrel for several seconds before complying, though not without glaring up at Whumper.

Appearing menacing as Whumper slid the gun into his mouth was a lost effort, but there was no chance in hell he was giving Whumper the satisfaction of his full submission. But there was no disillusion of who held the power here.

"I'll make this simple." Gravel crunched under Whumper's boot as he stepped behind Leader, shifting his attention to the other captive.

"Tell me where the base is...or I blow his brains out."

Leader forced his face to stay neutral, not wanting Youngest to see him crumble. Nonetheless, he failed to suppress a shudder, his breath hitching as the cold metal bit into his skin, scraping against the roof of his mouth.

"Please don't...don't make me choose," Youngest pleaded, a tear glinting in their eyes as the gun cocked with a distinctive click.

Wanting to reassure Youngest it was okay, Leader gave as much of a nod as he could manage, already knowing what decision they'd have to make.

#whump #leader whump #team whump #team dynamics #whump scenario #intimidation whump #power dynamics #defiant whumpee #forced to watch #interrogation whump #military whump #team leader whump #forced to choose #forced to kneel #threats of violence #hostage whump

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bleedingintogold · 4 months

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A leader whose strength has always been his team. He never had people that he felt so connected to before, people who he trusted would always have his six, who he could be vulnerable around, who would never leave him behind.

Until they do.

He can only watch as eyes that once looked at him with belief, with a gaze that told him that they were always on his side, turned to disgust. When hands that once stitched his wounds and massaged sore muscles are the same ones that hold the whip to hurt him, fists that beat him and draw blood. Arms that had once hugged him when he needed warmth are the same pair that hold him still as he's branded as a traitor for something that he had never done.

It had been so easy for them to turn on him, as if all those years together spent by the fire, bonding over food and banter meant nothing.

The leader who they had once loved like a brother lays in the basement cellars, starved and cold and sick. He stopped eating, only ever partially conscious when they torture him for information that he does not have. They keep him there while the wounds they inflicted fester and slowly kill him, all hoping that he'll at least survive to see the day that his proper punishment is dealt.

But then the real traitor steps up out of guilt, after seeing what had been done to the man that had been falsely accused. After they had seen a good man treated as though he was worth less than the dirt on the bottom of his team's boots when all he ever did in his life was for his people.

The leader, broken and dying on a hospital bed, lives just a few moments long enough to hear the apologies of his team, his brothers and sisters. Cries that beg him to pull through as though they hadn't been the very ones who put him here.

Still, he forgives them.

Taking a few more weak breaths as the world that has always failed him finally gives him mercy.

#team dynamics #leader whumpee #whump community #whumpblr #leader whump #whumpee #whump prompt #whump tropes #whump #betrayal

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whump-in-the-closet · 3 months

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“You’ll regret this.”

Two guards dragged Leader into a small study. Soft rain hit the window, streaking down in droplets.

Behind the desk, Whumper sat with an air of success, leather boots on his desk. He folded his hands and allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. "Ah, he's come to join his companion."

Leader snarled and lunged against the guards. His lip was broken and his nose was bleeding. "Where are they? What have you done with them?" His words were thick with crimson.

Whumper raised a hand--rings flashing in the lamplight-- and one guard hit Leader with the butt of their gun.

Leader winced but remained standing.

They kicked him in the back of his knees and forced him to the ground. Leader held his head as high as he could, blood trickling down his chin and dripping to the floor, refusing to break eye contact with Whumper.

Whumper yanked his boots off his desk and stood. He walked around his desk, slowly, leisurely, like he had all the time in the world.

"You want to try that again?" Whumper drawled, his accent faintly Southern.

Leader tilted his head back and spat a mouthful of blood in Whumper's face. "Where is Whumpee?"

Whumper pulled a handkerchief out of his jacket pocket and wiped away the blood carefully, dabbing at his mustache. He folded the cloth back up and placed it on the desk. Then he slapped Leader across the mouth.

The rings dug deep.

Leader saw bright pinpricks of light and reeled. The next thing he knew, Whumper had grabbed him by his jaw and pulled him close. With a soft rasp, Whumper said, "You're the one at my mercy, boy. Ask politely or keep your mouth shut."

Leader suppressed the urge to bite Whumper's nose. He took a shuddering breath, forcing some resemblance of calm he certainly didn't feel. With a twitch and barely hidden sarcasm, he spat the words out. "Pretty please with a cherry on top, will you tell me where Whumpee is?"

Whumper let go of Leader. He smiled down at him, ignoring Leader's sarcasm. "I'm not a cruel man. I won't just tell you where Whumpee is, I'll show you."

Leader's expression twisted-- not a single emotion disguised but plain to see. Fear. Panic. Worry. Hatred.

Whumper nodded to the guards and they hauled Leader to his feet. Half-dragging him, they followed Whumper down a flight of stairs. And then down another. Whumper unlocked a gated entrance with two flickering lamps beside it.

Leader paled. No. Surely Whumpee wasn't down here-- Surely--

But Whumper, seeing how Leader froze, took hold of the front of his already-torn shirt and hauled him towards the bars of a cell. Whumper pushed him up against it, forcing him to look inside.

"They're even alive," said Whumper. "At least, they were, last time I checked."

Leader's heart jumped from his chest to his throat and stayed there. He thought he just might throw it up.

There was a shape in the back of the small, disgusting cell.

"Whumpee?" he whispered.

Please no.

The shape stirred and two points of light peered up at him.

Oh.

Oh god.

"Whumpee!" Leader gasped.

They had a thin blanket over their shoulders and clutched it close, their arms red with welts. On their right hand, they were missing their index and middle finger.

They stared, from Leader to Whumper, then shrank back against the wall, breaths ragged. They were already pleading softly, "Sorry, I'm s-sorry, I told you everything I-- I told you everything."

Whumper stood uncomfortably close to Leader. Leaning close, he whispered, "Your Whumpee betrayed you for the price of their three remaining fingers. But turns out, I didn't even have to find you. You came to me. Loyalty like yours is remarkable, boy."

Leader never took his eyes off Whumpee and tried to smile at them, "Hey, hey, it's me. It's okay. You'll...It'll be okay." To Whumper, he spat a curse. Then, slowly, with precision, "You'll regret this. I want you to know that."

Whumper only shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. You're in no position to make threats." He slapped Leader again, lightly. He waved for his guards to take Leader away. "Put him in the one next to Whumpee's."

They dragged the cursing Leader into the cell. The last thing he heard was Whumper's scratchy voice. "I want him to hear Whumpee's screams and know there ain't a thing he can do to help."

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #troy talks #whump scenario #team dynamics #leader whump #team whump #well these guys developed personalities really fast #this was fun thansk for the ask #cw torture #cw amputation #also leader is referred to as 'boy' but he's in his twenties #or early thirties

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