Whumptober 2025
Series Metadata
Listing Series
Pages Navigation
-
Tags
Summary
“Mother, forgive thou.” The words sat heavy on his tongue as he laid the knife before the altar. “Grant my soul peace in eternal darkness. Allow me that mercy.”
Sharp stabs of pain would shoot through his lungs as he breathed the air of his own false sanctity. His lips stung with every word formed, as though they were due to bleed and yet no blood would fall. His legs remained stuck in the limbo of white-hot burning, as if lost in the moments before nerves would break and skin would melt away. His corporation remained sickeningly intact.
There was a certain ritual to it.
Whumptober Day 1 Prompts: Ceremony & Beg for Forgiveness
Series
- Part 1 of Whumptober 2025
-
Tags
Summary
Aziraphale paused for a moment before carrying out the motion and drawing a line through the 3 circles. “Well played.” He wiped his hand over the grid, erasing the lines in the dirt and returning it to its prior state. “Another game?”
“This is all on you lot,” Crowley grumbled. “Buncha God-crazed zealots - you should’a written the Bible clearer. No, I don’t want to play another game.”
“You seem aggrieved.”
Whumptober Day 2 Prompts: Prophecy & AP "I hate this job"
Series
- Part 2 of Whumptober 2025
-
Tags
Summary
Crowley tried not to get attached to the humans he spent all his time around. It was wrong, he thought, he had to think. A demon and humans being friends. But then there was Eve- yes he knew, haha funny and all that- but she was like him, she was scared of Hell but almost hated the church more than that. Now, Crowley would never admit that he was practically adopted by the woman, being offered dinner one cold winter night near the docks, then forced to stay the night when the rain turned to hail.
Day 3- Isolation, Found family, Candlelight.
Series
- Part 3 of Whumptober 2025
-
Tags
Summary
The whole ordeal had started a few months prior when he’d been called to Heaven for a disciplinary notice. Apparently one too many ‘frivolous miracles’ had raised the ire of Michael, who drew opposition to the idea of rewarding those already going to Heaven among Aziraphale’s admissible habit for indulgences.
...
Although the fainting had begun a while before, it wasn’t something disruptive enough to Aziraphale’s normal routine for him to pay it much mind. It became just another thing, along with tiredness and coldness, and the occasional clump of hair falling out. On some level, Aziraphale knew that it wasn’t just a human thing, and knew that it was probably attributable to the lack of food.Knowing something, of course, was wildly different to doing anything about it.
Whumptober Day 4 Prompt: Loss of Powers
Series
- Part 4 of Whumptober 2025
-
Haunted. by NorbertoMcFlirto
Fandoms: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde - Robert Louis Stevenson
05 Oct 2025
Tags
Summary
Dear Diary,
This morning I awoke, wracked with shakes and cold sweat. This was no infectious malady, this was the repercussions of my own mind. I am ashamed to admit the length of time I spent fearfully in my sheets, jumping at every minor creak or shadow around me; I did not move from this feverish vigilance until day broke and movement erupted beyond my curtained window.
Day 5- Phobia, Dream journal
Series
- Part 5 of Whumptober 2025
-
After it all, who's left? by NorbertoMcFlirto
Fandoms: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde - Robert Louis Stevenson
06 Oct 2025
Tags
Summary
Utterson was a quiet man. He wasn't one to speak up, not unless it was something he felt he could help with. He was so often content to offer a listening ear that no one thought to offer him one.
He wouldn't have taken it, the thought was almost comical, Utterson talking about the way he found himself struggling to get out of his bed for something as simple as a meal. He was rarely asleep, even as more and more of his days were spent in his room, laying emotionlessly on the supposed comfort of his bed.
Day 6- Alternate prompt: Suicide.
Series
- Part 6 of Whumptober 2025
-
Tags
Summary
“Fuck you!”
Crowley waved an empty bottle at the sky as he yelled, and any passer-by would’ve thought he was insane. They wouldn’t have necessarily been far off the mark, especially the more-religiously inclined who might’ve considered that the crazy man on the street was cursing at God for his poor hand in life.
In reality, Crowley couldn’t say if he was yelling towards Heaven or Alpha Centauri, or somewhere else entirely. The alcohol in his system didn’t allow for that kind of coherent thought, he just knew that the recipients certainly weren’t on Earth.
Whumptober Day 7 Prompts: Trapped with the Enemy & Pushed Beyond Breaking Point
Series
- Part 7 of Whumptober 2025
-
Tags
Summary
To be able to tarnish his corporation was a luxury humans didn’t seem to understand, and yet it was an essential one all the same. To keep him sane, to tear apart something meant to be divine surely would leave a tear on his soul that could mark him as distinct, as wrong, as un-demon.
...
It was an act of violent spite, each fibre of collagen a ‘fuck you’ to She who had created the whole. It was like adding patches to a jacket to personalise it; to make a patchwork person from scars and Hellfire and love, when all it was meant to be was evil.Whumptober Day 8 Prompt: Self-Inflicted Injury
Series
- Part 8 of Whumptober 2025
-
Touched. by NorbertoMcFlirto
Fandoms: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde - Robert Louis Stevenson
09 Oct 2025
Tags
Summary
It was a normal day for Jekyll. He awoke, coated in the consequences of Hyde’s outing the previous night, on the floor of his cabinet. This was typical, cleaning himself and changing out of the ill-fitting clothes was nearly his morning routine by now.
It had not been a typical night.
Day 9- Touch, Flashbacks.
Series
- Part 9 of Whumptober 2025
-
Tags
Summary
It developed into a paranoia of sorts.
Flinching at any form of touch, regardless of if it came from person or object. Glancing towards the exits in any small room, then any enclosed space, then anywhere at all. Initially, it was just odd to observe, but before long it was just outright unnerving. It was something thinly veiled, where all the sharp edges still poked out if you paid attention to where the fabric tore.
Crowley didn’t know how to fix it, and he hated his inability for either remedy or ignorance. Everytime he aimed for the latter, the small differences stood out like a blaring alarm, ringing around Crowley’s head until it drove him insane.
Whumptober Day 10 Prompts: Without Consent & Secrets
Series
- Part 10 of Whumptober 2025
-
To be known is to be abandoned. by NorbertoMcFlirto
Fandoms: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde - Robert Louis Stevenson
11 Oct 2025
Tags
Summary
Hands that were almost steady reached for the glass on the table. Blood dripped down his fingers, using them in its desperate race to heed gravity’s demands, leaving bright red trails; it smeared over the smooth surface of the glass as he tried to bring it to his mouth.
“Sir?” Mr Guest questioned, drawing the other man back to the room in which they sat, where he held a glass of wine in clean hands.
Day 11- Forced reveal, Laceration.
Series
- Part 11 of Whumptober 2025
-
Tags
Summary
Everytime he returned, Crowley noticed something different. It was small details, like the placement of a coffee table or an armchair being moved, but it was all those small little details that betrayed the sanctity of the location. It was books being sold, albeit not many, but far more than ever would’ve been before. Slowly, the place was becoming less and less of the bookshop Crowley remembered.
He would enter just to absorb the atmosphere, and then mourn all the ways in which the atmosphere was different. Gone was the gentle, homely warmth and it was replaced with an unnatural, holy cleanliness that seemed so wrong in the bookshop.
Whumptober Day 12 Prompt: Sacred Place
Series
- Part 12 of Whumptober 2025
-
Tags
Summary
Crowley heard a light thud on the ground behind him. It was an almost imperceptible sound, and to humans it surely wouldn’t have been audible over the sounds of birdsong. Luckily, he wasn’t a human. It was a sort of bird, he managed to quickly determine. That much was evident from the feathers and wings, although the latter didn’t seem to have been much help considering the creature had fallen.
...
Blue eyes met yellow ones, a cry for help emerged from somewhere within the ball of feathers and was almost immediately swallowed by the dense garden, and Crowley’s mind was made up.Whumptober Day 13, Alternate Prompt: "Oh. Oh."
Series
- Part 13 of Whumptober 2025
-
Inside by NorbertoMcFlirto
Fandoms: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde - Robert Louis Stevenson, Good Omens (TV)
14 Oct 2025
Tags
Summary
It itched. It hurt. His body was displaced around this intrusion; this intrusion that meant no amount of food was enough and exhaustion dragged at his every movement. Jekyll squirmed against the rushing current of the sea, letting himself be carried further from the place he had been aimlessly wandering towards. Biting yet more algae, the sense of satisfaction was fleeting and he found himself hungering for more and more as the nutrients were redirected from the tissues that pleaded for the energy.
Day 14- "In the end it's worthwhile."
Series
- Part 14 of Whumptober 2025
-
Tags
Summary
Knocking. Goddamned knocking. blasphemy. Crowley glowered up from his plants.
Opening the door with such force that it slammed into the inner wall of his flat, leaving a handle shaped dent, Crowley revealed the large cardboard box. With more than a moment’s hesitation, Crowley approached the box, letting his door swing close behind him.
Day 15- Body part in the mail, failed rescue attempt.
Series
- Part 15 of Whumptober 2025
-
Tags
Summary
It was out of sight, and yet Aziraphale couldn’t scrub the harsh imagery from his mind. It wasn’t an open wound, that much the angel could establish, and yet the pair of ragged lines running down Crowley’s back seemed angry, raw. As though it was still unhealed, marring the skin with scar tissue seemingly unwilling to mend, tearing gaps in the flesh with the absence of what was meant to be.
Whumptober Day 16 Prompts: Repressed Trauma & Permanent Marker
Series
- Part 16 of Whumptober 2025
-
Tags
Summary
Crowley had dreamed of redemption, of somehow crawling out of the pit towards the light, of receiving her forgiveness and being reinstated as an angel. He spent a long time there, broken prayers leaving his mouth and surely never reaching Heaven, before he gave up on the idea that he was redeemable.
This was an idea reinforced by almost every demon he met ; Lucifer, Beelzebub, Hester - from every low-level demon to all the high-level ones, that permeating confidence in such a simple conclusion. Of course Crowley believed it - it was just one fact in a growing list of new facts meant to patch the gaping hole left in his sense of self. He was a demon, he’d fallen from God’s grace, he was unforgivable and certainly irredeemable.
Whumptober Day 17 Prompt: Redemption
Series
- Part 17 of Whumptober 2025
-
Tags
Summary
“It’s just another war.” Crowley would say. “They murder a bunch of themselves in the name of something stupid every couple of decades.”
Then, just as he slipped out of the door with a ring of the bell, he’d mutter, “They’ll be fine.”
The memory was consistent. They knew exactly what would happen, they could almost spout the timings to the millisecond.
Day 18- Dystopia.
Series
- Part 18 of Whumptober 2025
-
Survived by NorbertoMcFlirto
Fandoms: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde - Robert Louis Stevenson
19 Oct 2025
Tags
Summary
Utterson stared up at the ceiling of Jekyll’s cabinet, eyes dry but emotions whirling. No one could know. No one could know.
Jekyll would be shocked when he returned to find the man on his floor, no doubt informed by Poole as to his location. But that wasn’t a problem yet, so Utterson let the thought slip from the obsessive grasp of his mind. The mind that circled around the bridge he had stood upon mere moments before, never escaping the pull of memory, never escaping the pull of freedom.
Day 19- Alternate prompt: Yearning.
Series
- Part 19 of Whumptober 2025
-
Tags
Summary
They got a whole, blissful moment before Crowley paused while raising his drink to his mouth.
“Something’s wrong,” he murmured, instinctually moving to get up. As he did so, a wave of dizziness washed over him so suddenly and sharply that the demon would’ve immediately toppled if it weren’t for the sudden presence of Aziraphale’s arms keeping him upright. His vision blurred, and he could vaguely feel the wall against his back as he fell against it.
Whumptober Day 20 Prompts: "That's new" & Fancy Event
Series
- Part 20 of Whumptober 2025