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Febuwhump Day 25: (ALT Prompt 3) Alternate Universe

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Febuwhump Day 26: Time travel

The sooner you get it over with, the better.

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@chiswhumpcorner as promised 8)

Codename K: Kev masterlist (<- yall check it out its peak. theres living weapon whump. and art. its so good i promise its so so so so so cool)

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Febuwhump Day 25: Bound and Gagged

pairings: gen

summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order

a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump

a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!

Masterlist | Taglist

Private Messages, The Grid (Unserious)

Private Messages, Max and y/n

Private Messages, the Grid (Unserious)

Private Messages, the Grid (Unserious) [1 Day Later]

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[b0amagination]

“Passing out before we’ve started? You know I have plenty of ways to prevent that.”

Febuwhump 2026 | Day 25 | Medical Restraints

Febuwhump tag list: @chaotic-orphan @whumpinthepot @ziptiesnfries

[serickswrites]

Grab the Little One

Warnings: gun, gunshot, gunshot wound, blood, begging, gag, restraints, unconsciousness

Team Leader had to get Smallest Teammate to a safe place before they could confront Whumper and their goons. Whumper wanted Smallest Teammate and Team Leader couldn't let Whumper get them. They would protect Smallest Teammate at all cost.

They hadn't accounted for Whumper's team having night vision goggles. The first bullet ripped through their left shoulder while the other lodged itself in their gut. They didn't even have the breath to scream as they collapsed to the ground. They barely felt their blood beginning to pool around them.

Team Leader could hear Smallest Teammate begging them to get up. Begging them to breathe. Begging them to move. And begging Whumper's goons to leave them alone.

"Grab the little one," a voice said coldly.

"And the other?"

Team Leader knew they were the other. Knew they were the other and that they should be afraid. But all they cared about was Smallest Teammate. If their death saved Smallest Teammate, they would happily give their life.

"We don't need the other. You know what to do."

"Please! Please, don't hurt them! Please!" Smallest Teammate begged.

"Shut that one up first."

"Stop! STOP! I SAID ST--" Smallest Teammate's words were cut off suddenly. Team Leader knew that someone must have gagged Smallest Teammate from their angry breaths. Knew that Smallest Teammate had to be bound and gagged from the sounds of a struggle.

They had to get up. They had to help Smallest Teammate. They had to get Smallest Teammate out of there. With an agonizing cry, Team Leader tried to roll to their side, their world whiting out with pain. They blinked, trying to clear their vision, trying to fight from being dragged into oblivion.

Smallest Teammate's face was pinched with worry as they struggled between two people. Their arms were bound behind their back and a rough gag was stuffed in their mouth. But still they struggled. Team Leader had to get up.

The next time they tried to move, their world went completely white. They could not breathe through this pain. They could not fight through this pain. And as oblivion claimed them, they could only hope that the rest of the team would arrive in time to save Smallest Teammate. That was all that mattered.

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Febuwhump Day 25: Medical Restraints

@pigeons-paintbrush asked: maybe 25? with either big strong raph or little happy mikey, you choose

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After such a long, excruciating monotony of monitors beeping around him, Raph almost jumped at the whoosh of the laboratory door. Somehow he contained it to a miniscule twitch; it could be excused as any natural twitch when sleeping. Blood-crusted, swollen fingers dug ever so slightly into the mittens he’d earned last shift, clawing at the nurse’s eyes.

Slow, even breaths. Keep playin’ possum. Bide your time. Every inhale rattled the locks of the “safety vest”, stiflingly tight to keep him strapped as flat on the bed as his shell allowed.

“You are certain the subject is unconscious?” A stilted, detached voice, presumably the head honcho overseeing this Terran test facility.

“If not unconscious, entirely exhausted from its earlier struggle,” the doctor assured. Sucker. “It has remained still the last forty vreens. We have scanned it twice without acknowledgement or resistance.”

“What have you gleaned from this?”

Footsteps. Close. Closer.

“This appears to be an anomaly among the other Earth creatures we have obtained. Observe its—”

The instant foreign fingers brushed his scales, Raph whiplashed his head around and chomped down with all his might. The disgustingly bitter burst of ooze across his tongue and the doctor’s warbling shrieks put a whole new meaning to bloodcurdling.

Alarms shrieked even higher. Nurses swarmed, thrashing him in a frantic tug-of-war that chafed raw wrists and ankles bloody in their restraints, until at last an icy-hot probe pierced his neck.

The resulting yelp loosened his bite force. He would have snapped at them again if not for the heady haze already tingling through him, relaxing him against his will. Heavy eyelids fluttered.

“I won’ stop…I’ll get out. Mmm…m-make ya…pay,” he slurred, just before his dripping jaw went slack and gloved hands hastily crammed it into the confines of a muzzle.

[gods-mistaken-existence]

febuwhump 2026 #025

medical restraints- febuwhump 2026 prompt list @febuwhump

warnings⚠️: this plate of whump contains- medical whump, restraints, metal wiring restraints.

---restraint prompts

"subject reacted aggressively towards the equipment, may need restraints." but they are in pain and were brought to the hospital by caretaker after saving them from whumper.

"tighten it a little bit more, don't want to get clawed at." but the restrains are already painfully tight, and the whumpee is a hated criminal/villain

"subject managed to break previous restrains, metal wiring was all we had on hands" But its a hero who was recently framed and all of society refuses to believe they aren't guilty,

[janetm74fics]

Too Many...

Febuwhump Day 25: Medical Restraints

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The world had gone to hell. That’s what it felt like.

Rescue after rescue after rescue…

Virgil slid down the wall and gripped his hair, pulling out tufts of it as he yanked again and again.

And then he’d done the unforgiveable. And his sister was fighting for her life because of his mistake.

His mistake. He was no longer worthy to be a Thunderbird.

He couldn’t work out when he’d last slept more than an hour, when he’d eaten a proper meal…when he’d last seen his family outside of rescues. When he’d consumed more than coffee…

More hair floated down to join the rest and Virgil began to rock backwards and forwards.

Hands were on his arms, gentle but strong, pulling his arms slowly but firmly down. Other hands were patting his face with something dry.

And then the strongest arms he’d ever felt folded him into a hug and words were whispered into his ear.

‘It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault.’

It was the worst thing to say despite being so well intended.

With a roar Virgil broke free from them all, and with wild eyes he ran from the room, the monsters chasing at his heels.

Scott watched his brother flee and put a restraining hand on Gordon’s arm. He nodded and Gordon’s eyes widened. With a sigh and a nod Gordon followed after the others while Scott took a detour.

They caught Virgil in the hangars. While the others corralled Virgil into a corner Scott took aim…and shot his brother.

…

Virgil awoke on one of the infirmary beds. His hands secured to the sides with the medical restraints they usually used on Scott. he blinked and tried to clear his head and rattled the cuffs.

His brothers were in various positions around him, mostly asleep, except for Scott who looked worse than them all.

‘Sc-Scott?’ ‘Virgil!’ ‘What happened?’ ‘Too many rescues, too little sleep, not enough food and in your case, dear brother, way too much caffeine.’ ‘What did I do?’ ‘Thankfully nothing more than pull your own hair out.’ ‘Scott?’ ‘Yeah?’ ‘Are you alright?’ ‘No. I – I had to shoot you.’ ‘I’m so sorry.’ ‘I know. Not your fault. Get some sleep, Virgil.’ ‘You too.’ ‘Now I know you’re ok…’ ‘Can you do one thing for me first?’ ‘Sure!’ ‘Uncuff me and give me a hug.’

With a chuckle Scott unlocked him and Virgil pulled his brother onto the bed and into a tight hug.