#tw bound

Commission for Evertide!

Man princesses never catch a break. Marlene especially. She was frolicking in the forest and then got snagged by a koopa. When did the Mushroom Kingdom go so wrong? Smh

Virgil and Remus loved eachother. That was a well known fact, and nothing was changing it, nothing.

But of course some people cant handle facts, a lesson Virgil himself had to learn the hard way.

"Good morning stormy," Remus flung the curtains open, bathing Virgil in much unwanted sunlight.

"Remusssss- what time is it?" said Virgil, rolling over and covering his head with his pillow.

"Eight in the morning! Breakfast!" Remus said, scooping Virgil into his arms and spinning off into the kitchen.

"That's to early!" Virgil groaned, burying his face in Remus' chest.

This was Virgil's least favorite of Remus' charades, and he did it every morning.

Virgil's favorite routine was his daily jogs. They reduced his anxiety and overall having time to just listen to music and move made him feel much better.

Or at least, it should have.

It wasnt often one woke up bound to the inside of a coffin with a gag over their mouth, but here he was in that exact situation. He couldnt see what was going on either, all he saw was shapes, ground, and sky.

"Bury him," came a voice, and Virgil noticed dirt hit the coffin lid, but not him. He didnt know what it was made of, but he could see everything going on.

He let out a scream, thrashing and trying to slam his head into the lid, trying to break it open.

And then it all went black, things started leaking into the coffin, Virgil's mind was racing, songs he'd once listened to on his walks now rang in his ears like prophecy.

He didnt know how long everything had been black, he assumed he was dead, that this was what it looked like, until he heard someone calling him, heard something pushing through the dirt and rocks.

"Oh stormy my darling my everything what happened? Who did this? Who hurt you my tornado?" Virgil wasnt underground anymore. He was in Remus' arms, the latter clutching him tightly as if he were a child in need of protecting. Virgil couldnt speak, he was shaking, shaking so violently it was like he was caught in an earthquake no one else could feel.

"My beautiful little stormcloud I'm so sorry, I should never have let you out on your own, I love you so much my darling I'm so sorry," Remus buried his head in the crook of Virgil's neck, sobbing violently.

Arriving home didnt do much to help, Virgil say on the couch buried under Remus' arm, chocolate milk in his hands, cold, light, different from the underground, but he couldnt get the ringing out of his head. Would he ever get it out of his head?

"How long was I down there?. . ."

"Nearly two hours. . . the authorities were surprised you were even alive. . . oh my stormcloud I'm so sorry," Remus ran a hand along Virgil's face.

"Its ok. . . it's not your fault,"

CWs - bound captive, gagged captive, blood, implied torture, codependent relationship

i'm a bit late, and more than a bit unedited for @whumpmasinjuly but! no time like the present

The man's grip on my arms tightened, and the stench of him burned my nose. He was stronger than I could ever hope to be. And I couldn’t reach her.

I sent pictures to her mind. Flowers blooming in the spring. A fox caring for its cub. I showed her how her hair shines in the sunlight. The glow of her face when she’s laughing. I couldn’t tell her I love her… But maybe she would understand.

Tears shone in her eyes, and I raged against my captor. Still I could not break free.

“Let her go,” she commanded. Her voice strong and unyielding. He did not listen.

“You know I can’t do that,” a voice called from across the room. “She’s a criminal. She’s plotted against me… This entire kingdom. You don’t honestly believe she actually cares for you, do you?”

“Take me instead… I can—I can help you. Just let her go.”

The king stepped forward into my line of sight, a wicked grin laced his features. “The seer… Offering herself to me? All for what… the pathetic life of this girl?”

The room was silent now as he made the last few steps towards her. And I couldn’t make a sound. I couldn’t tell her to stop this. I couldn’t tell her that I wasn’t worth it. I couldn’t tell her to leave me and be free. I couldn’t stop this.

Once the king reached her, he took her head in his hands. That same cruel wicked grin plastered on his face.

All of the work I got done today might have been life stuff instead of work stuff, but I deserve to write this anyway!

Continuation of this post. This got long and is basically all whump but I promise part 4 will have a caretaker?? Also thank you for your nice comments, people who made nice comments!! I’m super excited about it!!

tw: forced nudity, tw: noncon touch, tw: creepy whumper, tw: intimate whumper, tw: bound, tw: blood, tw: dizziness/lightheadedness, tw: claws, tw: torture (kind of? I feel like torture implies a different goal than is actually at play here but whatever. It still is, just a little off to the left. He doesn’t really want her to suffer. He just wants blood and screaming.) (No straight-up sexual content, but nameless whumper vampire continues to be a big ‘ol handsy creep.)

tag list: @waywardwhump @justwhumpitwhumpitgood @insanitywishes

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Lianna took half-steps backward as far as the rope would allow her, and the vampire’s lips quirked upward into a nasty grin as he continued walking steadily forward, still slow, his eyes roving one more time over her naked body and then locking onto her own until she couldn’t look away.

He closed the distance and then took another step, so close she could feel his breath on her forehead. She pulled instinctively backward, tugging at the ropes, and they stung, rubbing again at her mildly chafed wrists. She remembered not wanting her wrists to bleed in the same vague way she remembered what she’d been trying to accomplish in a dream for those first few minutes she was awake.

Her sour stomach twinged, and her head still felt clogged. She sniffled quietly and he chuckled, his voice dark and rumbling as he stepped forward again so far that their bodies pressed together, the fine cloth of his shirt surprisingly soft against her bare skin.

She pulled backward again, onto her tiptoes, her lungs gasping desperately for air, and wrenched at the ropes hard enough that they finally rubbed their way into her skin, tearing into her. After a brief flash of pain, she felt a hint of wetness there, soaking into the ropes. Blood. She was bleeding.

He raised his head and smelled the air, then reached a hand up and ran it along her arm, starting just above her armpit and dragging his grip slowly upward, over her upper arm, her elbow, her forearm. Her eyes started leaking tears again, but he ignored them, his eyes locked on her arm, and on his own hand wrapped almost completely around it.

As he reached her wrist, his grip relaxed, and he trailed just his fingers up to the edge of the rope, prodding at the binding itself. Suddenly, he grabbed her arm and pulled, hard, harder than she could have without completely hanging her weight on her bindings, and the rope dug in further. She gave a sharp, hoarse shout of surprise, and he responded only by twisting her forearm sharply, spinning her wrist inside its ropes as his other hand seized her other forearm and gave another hard tug.

She was bleeding in earnest now, a thin stream running from both wrists as the vampire pulled and twisted viciously at them. His grip was crushing and her chafed wrists stung fiercely, the rough surface layering scratch on scratch on scratch until the feeling went from uncomfortable surprise to throbbing pain. She breathed shallowly and raggedly, fear and pain and his nearness compressing her chest until her head began to feel light.

It was supposed to be a normal day. But of course, it seemed like for Thomas, the days were never normal.

"Something on your mind sunbeam?" Virgil ran a finger down the side of Thomas' face, he shuddered at the touch.

"Its nothing stormcloud, just, thinking," Thomas replied, staring wistfully out the window.

"About what?" Virgil sat across from him, setting down his coffee mug and tilting his head.

"Why do I even bother going out anymore? It seems like everytime I do I end up kidnapped or hurt in some other way," Thomas said.

Virgil's hands clenched, his eyebrows furrowed "Well, that's changing today," he said. He got out from his seat and walked behind Thomas' own. Thomas felt him push his hair away from his ears and attach something there.

"With these you can talk to me constantly, anywhere and everywhere, no more worrying," Virgil said as he sat back down.

This plan seemed to work perfectly, at least for a few months. Thomas had gotten used to Virgil's voice ringing in his ears constantly, relieved even.

But even the most well thought out plans were bound to fail sometimes.

Thomas found this out the hard way, walking down one of his favorite nature trails, singing happily with Virgil's accompaniment bouncing around in his head. Until, that is, the background music stopped suddenly.

"Virgil? Virgil you cut out- can you hear me? Virgil?" Thomas looked around him, he couldnt tell if there was anything there. He wished he'd looked closer, as his vision blurred, he wished he hadnt left his phone at home.

The place he woke up in was cold. He was used to that, used to the ropes and chains and whispers.

He hadnt had to deal with them in so long, he though he'd been safe, that Virgil had paid his debts. He should have known better than to get hopeful.

"I'll give you the money, just let him go," Thomas heard Virgil's voice, it was several halls down. He would've called for him but he knew it was no use.

He waited.

And waited.

And then he heard Virgil scream.

He felt hands grabbing at him from all sides, felt himself get shoved into a wall, head clashing against the hard concrete, his ears rung, he felt blood.

"THOMAS!" he fell to the floor, then he was in Virgil's arms.

The house was warm, safe, empty, Virgil was there, he was making tea, Thomas could sleep and he wouldnt have to worry about waking up somewhere he shouldn't.