#angsty caretaking

[susiequaz12]

Whumptober 30

No. 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”

Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry | “Not much longer...”

Day 30! Continuing from Day 29. CW: immortal whumpee, vampire caretaker, blood, talk of past injuries, angsty caretaking, scars.

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The vampire and human had sat together in silence in the warmth of their cave until the sun began sinking below the horizon. The silence grew to be comfortable, neither needing anything to say to ease any tension, or to relieve any worries- because there was none. Nothing was spoken between the two of them as they rested until the darkness was peeking through the edge of the cave and the fire had simmered down to ashes.

Solomon first noticed when Lo began to shiver slightly, a chill coming over their body. He gently scooped them up, helping them to stand on their feet. 

“Lo- you’re still- still covered in blood.” 

“I know.” 

“Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up. We’ll rebuild the fire and get you nice and warm again.”

Lo nodded, taking a shaky step towards the edge of the cave. They immediately winced as it pulled on the healing wounds across their back. Their skin was tight with the scarring that hadn’t quite healed, the dried blood caking onto their skin. Stubbornly, Lo took another step and let out a groan, stumbling into the vampire. 

“Alright, come here-” Sol mumbled, reaching an arm around Lo’s shoulder. Before they could even protest, he scooped his other arm around the back of Lo’s knees, pulling them up in a bridal carry. 

Lo sighed, and buried their face in the vampire’s neck as he lifted them up into the air, stepping out into the dim light. The vampire carried them down towards the creek, looking back over his shoulder at the charred remains of the other vampire- nothing left but the remains of his clothes from the burning sun. 

Solomon sat down on a large stone next to the creek, helping Lo to sit up next to him. He stripped off his boots and shirt, rolling up his pants to the knee, and helped Lo undress as they winced at an attempt to lift the overshirt above their head. 

“When we get where we’re going our first step is getting you some knew clothes- you can’t keep borrowing mine.” 

“Oh why not? They’re comfy.” Lo mumbled, tossing the shirt into the water to soak out some of the caked-in blood. “And you haven’t told me yet where we’re going. Just over the mountain, that’s all I know.” 

“That’s it- over the mountain.” Sol scooped Lo up again in his arms, stepping into the water before Lo could ask anymore prying questions. 

Lo closed their eyes as the water rushed over their aching body. It wasn’t quite cold yet- still slightly warm from the sun. They moved slowly through the water, moving to lean against a pile of rocks, arms out in front of them, turning their back out to the open air. 

“How- how bad is it?” Lo whispered. 

“Not too bad- the wounds have mostly closed up, there was just- is just a lot of blood.” 

Sol sat down next to them on the rocks, dipping the old shirt into the water and rinsing it free of the blood. He then took it and gently wrung it out over Lo’s back, watching the water wash down over the scars and wounds- rivulets of red and dirt streaming down their skin. 

He repeated it a few more times as Lo rested their head on their arms, closing their eyes gently as Sol washed off as much blood as possible. Lo winced as he gently scrubbed at a few of the thicker patches of blood that had caked on. 

“Sorry- there’s- there’s a lot of it there-” 

“It’s alright.” Lo whispered, closing their eyes as the vampire continued. 

“I’ll try and be gentle.” 

Finally after a few minutes all the blood had been washed away, and Lo’s back was clean and fresh- save for the pale pink scars littering their back that hadn’t quite faded yet. 

Solomon wrung out the overshirt and tossed it on the rock with the rest of their clothes. “There- that should be all of it.”

“Thank you, Sol. Now what’s- what’s over-”

“We should get back to the cave- start the fire before it gets too cold, I don’t want you getting sick.”

“Solomon.” Lo grabbed him by the wrist, forcing him to turn around and actually look at them. “Solomon, what’s over the mountain? Where exactly are we going?” 

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[redd956]

Mini Whump Prompt 114

Whumpee's armor/gear saved them from a fatal wound, but despite their pleas a panicked Caretaker is not convinced.

"I'm okay- Really I'm okay." They try to convince between adrenaline labored breaths.

They were not expecting Caretaker to latch onto them with a squeezing hug.

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[heroes-villains-side-blog]

Let me care for you

Prompts used: 1 by @ideasforincorrectquotes, 2 by @seaside-writings 

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"I can take care of myself!" 

"Never doubted that. But now I will help you take care of yourself too."

That did it.

They were no longer trembling, no longer seething rage, no longer baring their teeth. 

Instead, they blinked. 

Despite containing nothing but anger a few seconds ago, their voice was now devoid of even a drop of it. "Wha-what?"

Hero didn't mind the change. "Kid," they treaded forward painstakingly slow, like they were in a valley of snakes, like one wrong move and they were done for. 

"Kid... Villain. I know you don't need me to take care of you. I know you can take care of yourself."

They toed closer, at a snail’s pace, hands facing outward as if surrendering. Or as a sign of peace. 

"I know you've been taking care of yourself as long as you can remember. I know you don't really need me to help you." 

Hero stopped about two thirds of the way through. There was still a safe distance between them, but neither made any attempt to reach out. 

"I know you don't need me to take care of you. But… I want to help take care of you." 

The villain sucked in a sharp breath. Their fists unclenched and their fingernails began scratching at the fabric of their way too worn-out shirt. 

They opened their mouth to speak. Then closed it. Then they did it again. And again.

Then they looked down. Eyes on the ground, shut so tight, their breathing was speeding up and getting louder by the second.

They scratched at their shirt with their thumb, managing a consistent pace for multiple minutes nonstop, while voicing everything that was going on in their mind. 

"You're – you're lying!" That initial anger and frustration was back. Their shoulders and fists started trembling again. "Why would you ever – YOU HATE ME, YOU'RE LYING! You're lying, you hate me, you're lying —" 

"— No, Villain —" 

"— Yes, you are! Yes, you are, yes, you are, YES, YOU ARE!" 

"Villain —" 

"— YOU ARE! YOU ARE! YOU'RE LYING!" 

Teardrops rolled off onto the stone plain below. Hero noticed the darkened stone before the tearful eyes they were coming from. They tried to console the child in front of them, but they were just met with more accusations, more tears, and more of Villain scratching at their shirt.

Until…

Villain let out a gasp. They found themself in a warmth they had never felt before. They tried to wriggle free but that just made the warmth get tighter and tighter around them.

They felt a soft touch at the back of their head, which then moved down as they felt their back being rubbed up and down.

Their breathing turned uneven as they tried to make sense of this odd trap. 

They tried to push away, to go back to the familiarity, away from this warmth. But whenever they did, they were pulled back in further. 

Warmth like a match on a cold winter's night. But a hundred times more. Warmth that embraced them all over, not just a few measly inches at a time. Warmth without the fear that it could go out any second and leave them in the dark and cold all by themself for the millionth time.

Warmth without dread. Without conditions. Without the fear of it going away any second. 

All of this made Villain feel so… 

They thrashed and thrashed, choosing to tire themself out instead of giving up, choosing to scratch and and punch and bite, but dampening Hero's shirt more and more. 

Hero's forearms ached the tighter they squeezed, and the villain had managed to get a few good scratches on their face and neck.

But they kept at it. 

They kept at it through the thrashing. They kept at it through the chill the wet tear stains gave them.

They kept at it. 

They kept at it because... Villain kept snuggling in closer and closer as their hands thrashed. Those tear stains were proof. 

Then Villain gave in once and for all. 

"I didn't-" they hiccuped, "I didn't ask- ask you to, so why? Why are you being so nice to me?" 

"Because... I want to. I want to take care of you. I want to be there for you. I want to love you… If you'll let me." 

"I- I didn't ask for your love," they sniffled.

"You didn't need to," Hero started buckling their knees. "You don't ask for love, kiddo. You just put your love out into the world, without request, without a guarantee you'll ever be loved back.

"Because that's what love is. Love is there to make the bad world brighter, to make the brightness softer, and make the soft things safer."

Hero pulled Villain in closer as they sat down. "Whether you ask to be loved or not. Whether you want to be loved or not. I will not stop loving you. 

"You don't need me to help you. You don't need me to care for you. You don't need me to be part of your life. 

"But I will be honored if you give me a chance to care for you, to help you, to love you.

"I want to be there for you, Villain. As long as you will let me."

And with that Villain gave the first and tightest hug of their life. 

Their fingernails dug in through cloth to skin. Their weak arms barely had strength to hold on for long. 

But Hero kept the hug going for both of them. 

They kept it going as Villain sobbed into their shoulder. 

They kept it going as Villain snuggled closer. 

And they kept it going even after Villain fell asleep to the sound of their heartbeat.

Fin 🧸💞

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Writing journey:

Kept coming back to it for a few days and editing as I thought of new words and saw repetitions. I think it worked well.

Also kept accidentally focusing on syllables in a sentence. Sometimes longer sentences worked, sometimes they didn't. I think that added oomph and emotion.

Wanted it to focus on warmth in brown eyes prompt so I could practice descriptions, but that didn't happen lol. Maybe next time.

Still unsure about sound of heartbeat. It was originally rhythm but neither seem to fit.

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[whumpasaurus101]

Sidekick Whumpee x Hero Whumper pt 10

okay lets ignore the fact that i havent updated this story for...LIKE A YEAR??? oh my days- ANYWHO GYUHJHKDJHD I'm back with my mojo LETS DO THIS WOOO

Cw: Blaming self / Guilt / past character death reference / its more ouchy hurt than pain HUIJDGHKDHJ

Previous / Masterlist

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Once Medic had convinced Villain to lie down for a few minutes, they made their way back into the room before freezing. Sidekick was curled into a ball, hugging their knees close to their chest as they rocked back and forward. Medic cursed under their breath, rushing to kneel by Sidekick’s side, “Heyhey Sidekick, look at me.” 

Sidekick sobbed out, shaking their head quickly, “‘s a-all my fault! Why the hell did you come after me!?!?!!?” They roared, “I was fine, I was able to put up with the pain-” They couldn't help the sobs that ripped from their throat, “And now someone died because of me!!!”

Medic looked at them, their eyebrows furrowed as they let out a sigh, “Oh Sidekick…” They gently pulled Sidekick close to them, “It's alright kid, I’ve got you, alright? Nothing is going to happen to you or us.” 

Sidekick sobbed, their fingers tangled in Medic’s shirt- their knuckles white. 

Medic softly shushed them, their hand running through the other’s hair, “Let’s get you to bed, just so your stitches don't get ruined or anything from being down here, okay? I’ll make us some food soon.” They gently brushed back a curl that was covering Sidekick’s eye, “You look exhausted.”

Sidekick gulped and nodded, sniffling as they wiped their face with their arm. 

Medic brought Sidekick to the guest room, they gave them a soft oversized hoodie -which Sidekick was very grateful for- before Sidekick relaxed into the bed. Just as Medic went to leave, they felt a gentle tug at their wrist. When they turned around, they saw Sidekick, looking up through their long eyelashes;

“Can.. can you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

Medic’s face softened and they nodded, “Of course, hun. They gently sat over the duvet, right beside Sidekick who’s eyes fluttered closed. Medic’s fingers carded through Sidekick’s hair, gently scratching their scalp. They felt the other relax under their touch, a smile on their face before they took out their phone. They texted Teammate, telling them the situation and asking for them to sort out the body. 

Once the message was sent, they let out a shaky breath before searching up to see if there were any nice hotels nearby.

Villain lay on their bed, heart aching. Their eyes were more or less glazed over, staring at the ceiling. They closed their eyes shut tight before opening them again. This is not what Henchman would like, Henchman told them to take care of Sidekick and that's what they had to do.

Just as they sat up, Meic entered the room; they both chuckled. “Hey,” Medic smiled. 

Villain shakily smiled back, “Hey.”

“So uhm, I figured it might be a nice change of scenery if we stayed a night or two at a hotel. Just the three of us.”

Villain’s eyes widened, “I-you- I mean, s-sure! But only if you let me pay.”

“Oh you're hilarious, cmonnnnn, let me treat you!!!” 

Villain chuckled, “Damn you, you know I can’t resist your puppy dog eyes.”

Medic giggled, smiling proudly, “Cmon, pack your stuff!!! I’ll get mine and Sidekick’s things in a bag.”

Villain nodded and Medic turned to leave.

“H-hey, Medic?”

Medic hummed, turning around to meet eyes with Villain who smiled, chewing on the inside of their own cheek before speaking, “Thank you, for…for everything.”

Medic smiled, walking over and hugging the villain, “Of course, it's the least I could do.” 

Villain shook their head, “It- it's not…it’s… well, it's more than anyone except for Henchman has done for me.”

Medic smiled a teary smile, cupping Villain’s cheek and pressing a gentle kiss to their forehead, “You deserve to be looked after, Villain. You get no credit for looking after this city, someone needs to look after you…”

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[fern-writes-whump]

"Will you STOP calling me that? I'm not you master. I'm just the idiot who decided to help you!"

#feeling angsty this morning hehe #whump #whump prompt #whump angst #whump trope #whumpee #caretaker #whump dialogue #all of my caretakers are always so patient and nice :) might be time for one with a shorter temper #fern whumps

[robbietheferal]

You haven’t been allowed to be human in a while, huh?(Part 2)

With the smell of warm soup and the cacti in front of their kitchen window, a very villainous plant might they add, Villain felt home. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that engulfed them in a tight hug and didn’t let go. It was comfortable, warm and almost sickly sweet. 

It didn’t feel right, but at the same time it did. The feeling was weird, something Villain hadn’t felt in a long time. They supposed while yes, their other friends in crime did offer a great sense of support ; Villain didn’t remember the last time they felt something like this.

What they felt with Hero was simply special. Something their deceased mother would often tell Villain they would find someday. On one special day, they would meet someone who warm up their cold world like the sun. One day, the walls they had created around their heart would break, and the ice cold heart would melt like strawberry ice cream on a hot Summer day.

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Villain, at this point was in their late twenties, almost thirty. They had given up around the time they had turned twenty. Given up on finding that special someone. They had felt as though they had been created this way, in a way meant for loneliness and despair. Because that was what the world had shaped them into; loss after loss, despair after despair and an un-ending cycle of pain.

Villain had wished they could say that it all changed with Hero coming into their life but that was not the case. Sure; Hero had extended their hand and support to Villain when the pair first fought, but Villain hadn’t taken it then. They had been too deep in the dark thoughts clouding their head, that they had been too blind seen the sun near them. 

It had taken a while of going back and fourth and Hero saving them from many attempts for Villain to start trusting Hero and themselves again. It had taken serious mental help and tons of reassurance, but Hero had been with Villain every stage of the tough and grueling process.

And despite them being on opposing ends, Villain did the same for Hero.

They had their loneliness and a dark past in common. Even though Hero seemed like someone who had tons of friends and support around them, that was far from the truth. Hero was alone. Nobody would come to their aid if they were the one in danger, nobody would lend a shoulder for them to cry on and nobody would truly care if something happened to them.

Hero had grown up as a possession of The Organisation, a tool to be used and then discarded. It had happened to many orphaned children who possessed powerful abilities and Hero was no exception. They lacked a family, all there was of their childhood was countless memories of abuse, pain  and fear. So when they finally debuted as a public figure, Hero knew it would not get any better. They were well aware that things were now worse, because now their actions would have serious consequences. Because now they were in the public eye, their every move being judged and analyzed. And despite all the eyes on them, they lacked close and intimate relationships.

That didn’t change when they met Villain. Despite being a freshly debuted hero at the time , Hero had faced against many villains. And they were certain that Villain would not be any different. 

And at their first encounter, that was in fact the case. A simple chase where Hero had to secure an important file Villain had stolen. Hero had been successful at getting back the file, but they also had a little scuffle with Villain. A scuffle where Hero noticed that Villain was in a similar mental state as them. A state where they were hopeless, lonely. So Hero did the only thing they knew.

They tried to save Villain.

They extended a hand.

A hand that Villain rudely rejected and ran away. But Hero hadn’t missed the shocked look behind Villain’s masked face. They could only see their mouth and the raise of their eyebrows, but Hero knew.

They knew that expression. One of potential hope. They had been wishing to be able to plaster expression on their face for their whole life. For someone to save them.

So when they got to knew Villain more and more, as they were assigned Villain’s case, they felt less ..alone. Less like they were on their own, less like nobody would catch them if they were to fall and less like a trapped bird in a pretty but restrictive cage. 

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Villain heard a light groan from the couch in the living room. Leaving the warm cup of soap in the kitchen they immediately rushed to where Hero had seemingly awoken from their slumber. Arriving to their side, Villain took Hero in for a minute. One might even say they were admiring them.

Hero really was a sight for sore eyes. Beautiful in a way only Villain would understand, they looked like a painting even whilst in pain. Not that Villain had thought about them blushing in pain or anything, that certainly was not the case.

Just as they pushed that thought aside, Hero opened their closed eyelids and tried to adjust to the light coming from the lamp on the living room table. Seeing Hero’s struggle to open their eyes, Villain went to close the light. Allowing only the street lights and the moon light the otherwise darkened room.

With their eyes now adjusted to the amount of light in the room, Hero blinked a few times before turning their glance to the awkward Villain at their side. For a few seconds it was quiet in the apartment, just two opposites staring at each other in a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

When the gears in their head stopped turning and they reached the conclusion that they were in Villain’s apartment, were in new clothes and that they were not tied up by any means settled in, Hero bolted.

Or at least, attempted to. Hero’s limbs were uncooperative and they had not taken their bandaged stomach, the lack of food and water in their system and how fucking tired they were into consideration when they attempted to run; so they could barely sit up before groaning in pain.

“Easy, easy easy easy... Oh my god, you’re more stupid than I assumed. Lay back down you utter bafoon!”

Taking a few rapid breaths and calming down, Hero decided to coordinate with Villain’s advice/outburst, they laid back down on the couch. They admitted defeat and let out a shaky sigh before glancing at Villain, who had one hand on their forehead and one holding onto Hero’s forearm. They seemed..concerned. 

“Your temperature went down.. but you’re still shaking. Hmm.”

“Uh.. Villain..?”

Villain halted their checkup on Hero and looked them in the eyes. They met a look of confusion. And it dawned on Villain as to why Hero looked so sheepish.

Hero had no clue where they were and how they got there. From Hero’s perspective, Villain had kidnapped them and was going to do god knew what to them. Even though that was the farthest thing from the truth, Villain knew from experience that there was no stop to Hero’s spiraling thoughts.

Letting out a sigh of their own, Villain began to explain.

“Do you remember what happened yesterday? Maybe glimpses of our fight last night?”

Trying to remember what could have happened that led them to the current situation, Hero racked their brain for an answer. Slowly but surely, through their hazy and tired mind, memories of last night flooded in. They remembered how they broke down in Villain’s arms and then.. darkness.

“Uhhh after I told you about..that. I don’t remember what happened after? D-did I pass out?”

“Yes. You told me about your.. thoughts and how The Organization- oh sorry. I-I didn’t know if you wanted me to mention that.”

Villain felt as if they were walking on eggshells. Hero was the only person Villain was so gentle with. The only person Villain would hold until they no longer could. Sure, Villain was dumb as hell when it came to social cues, but even they knew that Hero was in a fragile state right now. One bad word and they would try to bolt once again and considering their ribs, that probably was a bad idea. 

Having sat up properly now, Hero avoided Villain’s gaze. They looked down at their hands that were covered in bandages, some had little cartoon characters on them. Despite having never seen any children’s cartoons growing up, they would see some kids dressed up as those characters when they would visit children’s hospitals. They always thought it was cute.

“No it’s okay. I’ll leave, I bothered you enough.”

“Hero.”

Hero halted, looked up at Villain. A second passed. Instead of the usually assertive gaze Villain gave them when they ordered Hero to do something; Villain’s gaze was pleading. Pleading for Hero to not stand up, to take a rest and to stop. To stop with their self destructive behavior and to take care of themself for once.

Kneeling on Hero’s side even more and getting into their eye-level, Villain spoke.

“Please, for once instead of pushing yourself until you literally pass out in someone’s arms; talk to me. I-I promise I will listen but please stop.. this. You’re going to get yourself killed o-or.. You’ll kill yourself at this rate. You don’t deserve this pain, you’re worth so, so much more than this.”

Hero could only look into Villain’s eyes, near their breaking point. What Villain was saying was the opposite of everything Hero had heard growing up, that little voice in their head telling them that No, Villain was lying. Nobody would say something that nice about you.

Noticing that Hero was drifting away again, Villain attempted to get a hold of Hero’s face in the most gentle way possible. Only for Hero to jerk back violently and putting their arms in front of their face, expecting violence. 

A pause.

Another pause.

Hero dared to look through their arms that shielded them, and saw only the warmth of Villain’s entire being. Their eyes looking at Hero’s shaking figure with only the purest and kindest gaze, their posture relaxed and non-threatening.

Villain looked.. kind.

In a way they never had been. Yeah sure, they had been getting along until that point, but Hero had never seen Villain be so openly vulnerable and sweet. Despite what they had been taught from a young age, it seemed like they deserved to be treated by hands that didn’t mean to harm them.

“I am not going to hurt you.”

“H-How can I believe that.”

Hero had taken their arms away from their face now but were still avoiding Villain’s gaze, opting to stare intently at their hands instead. At Hero’s response, Villain paused. They realized what they were dealing with. Hero’s wounds weren’t just physical, they were also emotional. They had no idea what Hero had been through, they had a rough idea due to the many other hero-turned-criminals they knew. 

“I know people have hurt you. The Organization- they.. put you through so much, haven’t they..?”

“I-I can’t do this anymore Villain. W-what I told you about last night, it’s true. I can’t keep fighting, a-and just being under all this pressure-”

Their voice hitched, unshed tears appearing at their eyes; Hero was shaking like a leaf. Villain put their remaining braincells together and just let Hero vent out their frustrations.

“..a-and I want t-to.. die.”

As if Villain’s heart couldn’t break anymore than it already had been before, the sight of Hero, just being so vulnerable was all it took.

“Okay..”

“W-what..?”

“If you don’t want to do this anymore, let me save you.”

“Villain wh-what are you saying..? You can’t just take me away to some kind of paradise, are you cra-”

“Yes. Yes I might have a few screws loose but I swear to whatever is up there, nothing will hurt you again if you just say the word.”

Hero didn’t even think about it for moment. They didn’t even have the energy to do so.

“Save me.. Villain.”

Villain’s sunken face turned into one of utter glee and proudness. 

“Yes, my love.”

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[whatwhump]

Ex-Villain Whumpee: Pt. 4!

Hello lovely whump community! I apologize for how long this took me; I’m in school so it can be hard to find time to write sometimes. :) 

Anywho, thank you for all of the encouragement for this story! I’m excited to announce this will be an ongoing series! I’m not sure for how long, but what I anticipated as being only a few posts I think has potential to be a larger arc. I’m really excited to dive into these character’s relationship dynamics and plan to use all of my favorite whump tropes! I’ve got some pretty evil fun ideas in the works. ;) My goal is to update this story bi-weekly. 

This is by no means my best work because I’m just doing this for fun. I hope you don’t mind and still walk away with whumperflies! 

**For list of character names/roles as well as Parts 1-3, see the previous post here**

TW: whipping, torture, beating, self-harm reference, suicidal thoughts (of the passive ideation variety), severe self-esteem issues; bad caretaker

“I. Won’t. Break.” 

Despite their diminutive stature, Charlie towered over Alex as they writhed against restraints on the table of Eric Goodgrave's torture chamber interrogation room. 

Charlie stared down at their victim grimly. “You will. You have to,” they responded matter-of-factly. 

Both of them were sweating beneath the bright, hot lights. They were going on hour three of their little dance, now. Charlie still held the whip but it now dangled lifelessly beside them. They simply stared down their victim. Cool. Calm. Collected. 

Alex–lying on their stomach–strained their neck to glare back at them, practically seething with rage. The anger protected them; as long as they held on to the fury deep within, it helped distract them from the excruciating burning all across their bare back. Yes, inside that room and beyond, anger protected them from the brutal realities of life as a hero. 

Charlie began the interrogation in a suit with a buttoned-up white dress shirt. By now, though, they had abandoned the blazer and rolled up their sleeves. It struck Alex as a strange juxtaposition. Here they were, being torn apart by this…this psychopath, as if they had just arrived home from their 9 to 5 to find the dog had peed in the house and were slightly irritated.

“Tell me where the team is,” Charlie murmured, slowly raising the whip up off the ground in a warning. 

Alex wanted the suffering to stop more than anything; they’d already passed out–twice–and hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in at least two days. But not more than they wanted to keep their teammates safe. No, they cared about them too much. They would die for them, there was no doubt in their mind. Alex scowled; unfortunately, although they wished to spit right in Charlie’s stupid face as they had at the start of the session, their parched mouth could no longer produce any saliva. I think I might die here, they thought to themselves…

That’s when they saw it. How hadn’t they seen it before?! 

Charlie’s dress shirt had shifted just enough to reveal a tattoo on their collarbone—a tattoo of a sparrow…the symbol of the hero's resistance. Identical to the tattoo they had as well! 

A roguish smile crossed Alex’s battered face. 

“So…what’s it like to be a traitor?” Charlie’s brows furrowed in confusion. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“Your defection from the Hero’s League, silly!” Charlie’s face flashed with surprise momentarily before they returned to their stoic expression. 

“I think the blood loss is getting to you.” 

“Come on! Spill the tea!” cried Alex. Charlie tightened their grip on the whip and took a menacing step forward. 

“Ughhh–FINE, Mopey-Pants,” they said rolling their eyes. “Lucky for you I’m a good guesser. Hmmm….let’s see. You…stole documents with sensitive information?” 

Charlie sighed. “Stop this. Just spit it out already. There’s no other way you’re getting out of this.”

“Ok, not that one, then. Ummmm…failed a dangerous mission that resulted in the deaths of thousands?  Yikes, that’s definitely a big no-no! How about…unencrypted the hero’s security system? Staged a coup?”

Charlie was starting to get red in the face. Of course, this only provoked Alex to push further. 

“What about damaging top-secret technology?” 

“Alex–”

“Oooh oooh, I know! You shared your secret identity? Took an extra tray of tater-tots in the cafeteria?” 

“STOP,” Charlie exclaimed, adjusting their stance uncomfortably. They weren’t used to these things not going their way, of not having total control. The grin on Alex’s face spread even wider. 

“What about just sucking at doing your job, plain and simple?” 

“I will give you twenty more lashes if you don’t–”

“I’ve got it! You fell in love with a co-worker!” 

Alex opened their mouth once more to continue their diatribe but paused. It was slight, barely perceptible, but they saw it. Charlie’s eyes had widened a bit on that one… 

“Wait…seriously? Oh. My. GOD!! You actually–” Alex burst into laughter. But honestly, it wasn’t just to piss them off. It was genuinely ridiculous to them. (And the blood loss and malnutrition wasn’t helping either). 

“You have got to be kidding me! But I guess it’s kinda sweet; you had a little office crush!” Alex mocked, their eyes sparkling in pure, unbridled joy at the humiliation evident on Charlie’s face. 

“That’s–that’s not true,” Charlie stammered. “You’re just making shit up! Stop this nonsense because I swear I’ll–”

“You were actually so butt-hurt that after they broke your heart you became evil?” 

“Shut–”

“Your self-esteem is so fragile you actually became a villain! Like a coward! A self-pitying, coward!” 

Charlie was pissed now. Mortified and pissed. Their chest heaved as their breathing grew heavy and their nostrils flared. They couldn’t get a word in as Alex continued to denigrate them.

“What are you, an incel?! How absolutely–” 

“STOP–”

“PATHETIC!” Alex wheezed. They were howling with laughter now. So invested in the hilarity of the situation and having pulled one over on their abuser, Alex didn’t notice as Charlie…well…broke. 

“You were NEVER a true hero! You’re just a slimy, insecure, foolish bastard! Oh lord, whoever broke up with you dodged a HUGE bullet! Like what kinda idiot thinks you of all–” 

“SHUT UP!!!! SHUT UP!! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!! DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK OF THEM! DON’T YOU DARE INSULT THEM IN MY PRESENCE!” 

What happened next was a blur, for both hero and villain. Charlie whipped out the knife from their pocket and slashed it across Alex’s face. Then, they wrenched back the whip and slammed it against Alex’s back, over and over and over again. They were absolutely relentless, the entire time screaming, “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” 

Alex screamed as Charlie used more force than they had before. The lacerations already on their back deepened, scarlet red practically flooding off the sides of table. Charlie’s barrage just would not stop. Tears streamed out of Alex’s eyes as apologized profusely and begged for it to stop. Soon their vision grew blurry and they silently thanked God for the embrace of unconsciousness. But they knew this nightmare would still be here when they woke up. 

Before they completely lost touch, they managed to shriek…

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“I’LL TELL YOU!” 

Alex shot out of bed with a whimper. They ware disoriented at first, still babbling through sobs, before their eyes begin to adjust to the darkness. They are in the cell. Goodgrave’s cell. The small skylight above them emanates the soft, bluish glow of early morning hours. Dew drops dot the dirty glass and they become aware of just how cold the room is. The calmness felt eerie and unsettling after such a nightmare. 

Then they looked beside them. 

Seeing Charlie asleep in the bed brought back a tsunami of memories from the day prior. It generated a visceral reaction in them–making their stomach churn in knots and their heart pound even faster. Immediately they bolted off the bed, backing away until they were on the other side of the room. They sunk down to the floor and watched as their enemy remained asleep. 

Charlie had the blanket draped over them but it was thin and raggedy; no match for the icy, winter morning. They shivered and their teeth clattered slightly. They were still covered in blood and bruises from the night before and hugged the broken arm to their stomach. It bent at a disturbing angle and was an angry red color. But what Alex noticed the most was their pallid face. It was drawn down in frown. Grime and blood painted their cheeks. 

Without even thinking about it Alex’s finger softly ghosted along the scar across their face. They stood up and crossed the cell to the small mirror hanging above the dirty, old sink. They’d become used to it by now. Their mind spun in circles, overrun and overwhelmed. 

The prone figure behind them couldn’t hurt them now. Not just because they were asleep, or because they had become weak and sickly after their time with Eric, but because by the time Charlie was taken captive by the Hero’s Alliance eight months prior they were a shell of themselves. The stoic, fearsome interrogator they once knew was replaced by a nervous, obedient individual. Ripley said Charlie seemed genuinely repentant. To the point of self-disgust. Alex refused to believe this. (They did notice the way Charlie avoided looking at themselves in the mirror, and a couple times noticed the scars they tried to hide beneath long sleeves. They noticed it because Alex used to be like that, too. But Alex didn’t care…how could they?) 

“Alex.” 

Alex jumped, startled by the groggy voice, and spun around. Charlie was using their good arm to prop themselves up. They could only open one eye, the other nearly swollen shut and mottled with purple, black splotches. 

“Sorry,” Charlie whispered. They ducked their head as the tips of their ears reddened. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” Alex hummed in response. A moment of awkward silence elapsed. Alex focused on removing a piece of lint from their shirt and did their best to look completely unperterbed despite their recent dream.

 “Are you…um…are you okay?” Charlie asked. 

“I’m fine.” An awkward silence filled the space between them once more. Charlie tried to move from their position but quickly regretted it, hissing as their broken arm was jostled. Cautiously, Alex neared the bed. They shifted their weight as they watched their enemy struggle to sit up. 

Charlie appeared to still be in the throes of a fever. They let themselves fall back on the bed. Their eyes seemed glazed, lids half open and struggling to stay that way. Again, they tried to sit up but only managed to hurt themselves once more. They moaned as their arm burned and their head throbbed with a migraine. 

Alex hesitated momentarily, and then untied the sweatshirt from around their waist. “We need to do a make-shift cast for your arm. It will take some of the weight off it.” 

“Oh no, it’s fine. Really. You keep it. It’s cold in here. Thank you.” 

“No, you need it or it’ll get worse.” 

“I swear I’m fine. You need it, you–” 

Alex huffed stubbornly and began reaching for their enemy anyways. They were taken aback when Charlie flinched. 

“I’m not going to hurt you, you idiot,” Alex bit out, annoyed. I should be the one flinching, not you! They thought to themselves. Resentment bubbled up to the surface and Alex tried to focus on putting villain in a positon where they could make the cast to distract themselves from it. 

“Sorry. I’m really sorry. I don’t know why I did that. It was–yeah. I’m–” 

“Just stop talking, okay?” Alex barked. Charlie bit their lip and nodded ashamedly. 

Alex’s resentment manifested as roughly tending to the villain. Charlie did their best to not make a sound but when Alex harshly man-handled the broken arm into it’s place in the cast they winced and whimpered. 

“Stop whining. You’re the reason we’re in this mess. You should have left when I told you to!” 

“I know…I’m so sorry.” 

“If Team Lead had just listened to me in the first place…ugh. They’re way too nice to you. You don’t deserve their sympathy. Pff. You don’t deserve anything really.” 

“...I–nngghhh–agree,” mumbled Charlie weakly.

“Yeah right. I don’t believe you.” Alex grins as they glance over to see Charlie’s face; they wanted to watch their words hurt in real time. Instead, Alex didn’t feel the joy they expected. They could tell Charlie was holding back tears. One escaped and Charlie hastily wiped it away. 

Something felt wrong in the pit of Alex’s stomach. Their grin quickly dissipated. 

They had finished with the cast and were about to get up when they noticed just how much blood still covered Charlie’s neck and chest. They retrieved and wet a cloth like they had the night before. 

“Let’s clean this up a bit. I don’t like the smell of blood,” they rationalized. Charlie’s eyes were half-mast and they nodded woozily. While wiping their face Alex felt heat radiating off their nemesis’ forehead. 

Charlie swayed slightly and they steadied them. 

“You feeling nauseous?” Charlie shook their head. Alex shot them a look. 

“...A little. But it’s really not that bad. I’m fine.” 

“Here. Drink this. Then you need to lie down.” They took a cup of water they had filled at the sink and made Charlie take a few sips. Alex put their hand behind Charlie’s neck and slowly lowered them. Charlie hissed in pain once more. 

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll be quiet” they reassured. 

Within a few minutes Charlie’s eyes were closed. Alex decided to lay down again and try to get more rest if they could. It was quiet except for the slightly congested breathing coming from Charlie. 

Faintly came the sound of someone whistling. It grew closer and closer until footsteps echoed outside in the hall as well. Charlie’s eyes shot open and they strained to sit up, a look of horror on their face. 

“He’s coming.” 

“It’s probably the guard. Go back to sleep,” Alex warned. 

“NO. It’s...” 

Abruptly, keys rattle in the door and it swings open. Eric Goodgrave’s lanky frame waltzes in and a mischievous smile spreads across his face. 

“Oh goody, you’re both awake! Alex, my dear: may I ask you a personal question?”  

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Idea: Caretaker who was held captive with whumpee/forced to work under whumper helps whumpee escape. Whumper is furious about this, so they track down Caretaker and make them pay for their actions, then kill them as a warning to whumpee. Whumpee isn’t aware of what happened until they get the news that Caretaker was found dead in an alley, beaten and bruised, with the word “traitor” carved into their forehead.

#ideally this scenario would have multiple caretakers #but it doesn’t have to #if you wanna make it extra angsty #whump #whump idea #whump prompt #tw death

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A story told in 4 images 🌡️

Yuma develops an almost dangerously high fever almost collapsing outside the agency and returns to the base per Shinigami's recommendation.

Yakou proceeds to check him, sit him down and get him a blanket to keep him warm (his own bed's blanket) as well as a thermometer to read his temperature. Shinigami remains by her master's side the whole time, with slight concern.

Then he lays him down and tries to cool him off with ice, cold water and uses whatever medicine the agency had during his restless sleep.

The NDA likely cannot afford professional healthcare or a hospital visit, so Yakou's on his own here ;-; Though he doesn't really know what he's doing, he's trying his best. He felt responsible for him. He wouldn't let anything happen to him.

~

Don't worry, it works out in the end c:

After hours of hard work, the high fever breaks down to being only slight. The medicine and ice water worked.

Yakou's relief felt is so immeasurable he practically almost cries, and a very dazed Yuma wakes up with next to no memory of what happened, confused by his chief's exaggerated reaction.

Until he recalls it later and thanks him for tending to him.

💕💊

#whumpcode #master detective archives: rain code #yuma kokohead #yakou furio #shinigami rain code #my edits #pixeledits #rain code #mdarc #yakou fathero #not me using some of my old edits for this draft and making a few new ones #I had to make one of him on the verge of collapsing #made this one kinda dramatic and angsty XD #illness #fever #fever whump #illness whump #I could be making these ideas into fics #but nah I wanna make them real #can't draw so making edits is the next best thing lol #I need more parental yakou in my life #I likely won't make any more edits for a while after this #so enjoy this illness whump angst food :3 #whump edit #anime boys whump #sick whump #sicknario #hurt/comfort #caretaking #this is becoming my therapy lol

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drawing jason aggressively caring for tim is a want nay a need

#tim needs someone to remind him to take care of himself and who better than his angry big bro #the enemy to caretaker tag has changed my life when it comes to tim nd jason its FILLED with angsty goodness *chefs kiss* #its also made me hc that jason knows how to cook and does it amazingly bcs hes jason fucking todd #nd yeah... tims sweater PFF wonder wHos iT cOuld Be- #tim drake #jason todd #tim and jason #batfam #rin's sketches

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Thoughts on whumpee with an attitude,,? I feel like theres a lot of whumpees who need to be cared for and are whiny and stuff which is cool when done right but its fun to write/read ab whumpees w an attitude. Whumpees who like are fearful to some extent but aren’t super broken up ALL of the time. One that ends up more self confident in what they do/don’t want after whumper instead of only looking to caretaker for support/guidance to build them back up.

Like a whumpee who’s been drugged denying painkillers bc they actually can take the pain and don’t like the resurfacing memories + a caretaker thats overbearing

“I’m not taking that”

“You need to”

“Or else what? Are u going to shove it down my throat?? like whumper did?”

“I didn’t kn-“

“I don’t care?? Not taking those, I think I know my pain threshold by now thanks”

I kinda like caretakers realizing that they’re super condescending and that whumpee as a person has changed, like maybz they’re physically weak but enduring their torture made them mentally stronger despite everything

“You can’t lift that”

“You need to rest”

“You’re going to burn out, you slow down”

Vs

they literally can and do it to make a point while clearly aggravated

“I’ve stayed awake for far longer and YOU weren’t there, what I “need” is to be left alone.” (Nice angst if they feel guilty ab being a dick but don’t know how else to express caretaker is denying them autonomy/treating them like a child)

“I don’t need you telling me how my body works. But thanks for the bandages. [other younger character] is around if you want to play nurse.”

Idk im not a dialogue girly/good writer but when authors do this right its sm fun and very angsty. Cuz i’d personally be so insulted if i went thru weeks of torture for somebody to act like Idk wtf I got going on/im too stupid to not overexert myself 😭

Srry for the long ask omg you don’t have to answer if its too overwhelming

I do love Whumpees with an attitude, but to be quite honest, not towards Caretaker ^^" Mentally stronger doesn't mean headstrong. There's a fine line between attitude, confidence and being a dick. But, same goes for Caretaker; there's a line between worried and condescending. Me, I like those things in the middle. Whumpees who are self-sufficient but need some help and someone to call them out every now and then. (Or not and they collapse because angst >:3 )

#hm I have a trope list about condescending caretaker somewhere buried in my drafts... #or more like dismissing caretaker idk #but yeah attitude is funn when done right and angsty :))

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Whumptober 29

No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”

Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”

Day 29! Continuing Lo and Sol's time. This is right after yesterday's chapter from Day 28. CW: immortal whumpee, vampire caretaker, character death, burning, blood, stabbing, talk of death, and then some nice angsty fluff and caretaking.

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Solomon sat at the floor of the cave next to the fire. He had quickly checked the wound on his arm, wrapping it tight in some bandages. He had then checked the wounds across Lo’s back, they’d closed up, no longer seeping blood as they had began healing.

Roland had stabbed them over and over again- Solomon could still feel Lo’s weight on top of him as they were slaughtered- bleeding out to death on top of him as they’d sacrificed themselves for the vampire. 

After they’d cleaned the wounds, Solomon carefully pulled Lo onto his lap, wrapping them up in his arms next to the fire, slowly rocking them back and forth, stroking their hair and waiting for the life to flush back into their body. 

“I’m sorry- I’m so sorry-” he mumbled, planting a kiss into Lo’s soft curls. “I will never let anyone hurt you- I promise. Never again-”

Solomon let the tears fall from the weight of his failure. He let himself cry, holding the human in his arms as he began to hear the screams coming from outside. 

He knew the sun was high above the horizon now, shining brightly above the tree line as Roland screamed and begged. No doubt he was burning to a crisp as the sunlight singed his skin- charring his flesh, sending coursing pain through what little of his body that he could still feel. 

Solomon closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the human as their blood began to pump again throughout their veins. He carded fingers through their hair and planted another kiss on their forehead as Roland’s screams and cries slowly began to fade- dying down to soft whimpers before there was nothing left but the silence of the outside air. 

Marlowe’s body flinched, and Solomon held them a little tighter, careful to avoid the injuries on their back. Their breathing began to grow unsteady, a trembling in their limbs as they began to come back to the world of the living. 

Suddenly their body jolted backwards, nearly throwing themselves out of Solomon’s grasp. He quickly held onto them tighter as Lo began to shake with sobs, quick little breaths coming through their chest. 

“Shh- shh it’s alright Lo, I’ve got you-” Sol whispered. 

Eventually Lo’s eyes fluttered open slowly, seeing the vampire’s face above them. They stared for a moment, eyes scanning across his features before closing them once more.

“What- what happened?” Lo whispered. “What happened to me?”

“You’re alright- you’re back now, it’s okay-”

Lo curled in tighter as they glanced around the cave, eyes darting back and forth. “I- I don’t remember what- what happened.” They sighed.

“We- we were attacked-” Sol stated gently. “You, you sacrificed yourself to save me, and, and got hurt in the process. But it’s okay- he’s- he’s gone. He can’t hurt you anymore.” 

Marlowe shuffled gently in Solomon’s arms, wincing slightly as it jostled the injuries on their back. They nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer as the present slowly came back to them. 

“Lo, what- what happens when you die?” 

Lo glanced up at the vampire, bringing up a few gentle fingers to touch the side of his face, inspecting the bruises that littered the edges of his jaw. The dark purples and reds standing out against his pale skin. 

“He got you good-” Lo mumbled. They leaned forward, planting a soft kiss along the edge of his jaw, and the vampire froze. He gripped Lo’s hand in his shaking fingers as Lo planted another kiss across the bruises and Sol softly closed his eyes. 

“Lo- you’re- you’re delirious-” he mumbled. The human fell back into the vampire’s lap, nuzzling closer into them with a contended sigh. “Lo, what- what happens?”

“Hmm?” Lo mumbled

“When you die?”

“Oh-” their voice dropped, eyes falling back to some distant place somewhere. They took a deep breath before answering. “It- it depends on how I- how I die. If it’s quick and painless, then so is- so is coming back.”

Sol took in a quick breath, carding his hand through their hair again, Lo relishing in the gentle touch. “And if- if it’s not?” He asked.

“You mean if it’s traumatic? I sort of relive it all. The moment I die, over again, and the- the pain, until I heal and my body brings me back.” Solomon tensed and Lo reached out to grab his hand, gently pulling it to their lips. “It’s why it takes a minute sometimes, I- I’m not sure what’s real and what’s not- it takes my brain a minute to start working again.” 

Solomon let his hand rest against the side of Lo’s face, gently brushing away a strand of hair with his thumb. 

“Lo, do you- do you know what’s real right now?” 

Lo nodded, eyes glancing up at the vampire behind long eyelashes. “I know I’m being held in the arms of a really handsome vampire- who’s currently looking at me like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.” 

Sol let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “I think you’re still delirious, Lo-” 

Lo stared back up at the vampire, placing a soft hand against the side of his face- a rush of heat flowing through him at the way the human looked at him. “I don’t think I am-” they whispered. 

Lo gently pulled the vampire closer into them, feeling his breath gently on their face, before they closed the distance between them, feeling his lips against their own. 

The vampire tensed, his body locking up at the gentleness of the human- before he slowly relaxed into the kiss. He let his hand card through their hair and the human let out a sigh of content, softly pulling away and glancing back up at the vampire. 

“God quit- quit looking at me like that-” Solomon mumbled.

“Like what?” Lo whispered. 

“Like I’m- like I’m worth something.”

Lo turned his face back to theirs, brushing a thumb against the bruising on his jaw, pulling him in closer- their foreheads touching.

“But Sol- you are- to me you’re worth everything.” 

Sol fought back a stream of tears, unresisting as Lo pulled him in for another kiss. For the first time in a while, Sol let his guards down. He let all inhibitions loose and just relished in the softness of the human’s lips- the way their body pressed into his- the way their tongue slipped softly behind his lips, exploring his mouth as Lo deepened the kiss, and Sol let them. 

Sol held the human tighter, gripping his hand securely- but softly into their hair. Lo returned the favor, a gentle hand against the back of his neck as they continued, keeping the vampire pressed securely into them as they kissed.

Sol began to let his tears freely fall as the human kissed him. Because for the first time in a long time- Sol actually felt worth something.

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#whumptober2023 #no.29 #“what happened to me?” #ocs #whump writing #emotional whump #aftermath whump #angsty caretaking #character death #immortal whumpee #vampire caretaker #kissing tw #marlowe the immortal #does this count as whump? is there enough angst in here? #I might have to start making this story more whumpy again #theyre getting too soft lol

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Mini Whump Prompt 104

"What's your next command?", Living Weapon asked with their voice so hollow Caretaker couldn't turn to face them.

They've been asked this hundreds of times over, promising themselves that Living Weapon will get better. Now they're growing tired from each time. They don't know if they can keep this up anymore.

#whump #living weapon #caretaker #angst #angst prompt #whump prompt #living weapon whumpee #living weapon whump #whump ideas #whump prompts #whump stuff #whumpee #angsty prompt

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When Caretaker rescued Whumpee from captivity, they were absolutely filthy. Months worth of dirt and grime built against their skin, their hair so matted Caretaker wasn’t sure their newly bought bottle of conditioner would be enough to untangle it.

Naturally, their first instinct was to give Whumpee a bath.

So they carried Whumpee in from the car, and did a quick assessment of their wounds, determining which would need immediate attention and which could wait until later.

Now, Whumpee is drugged out of their mind. Maybe Whumper gave them something earlier to keep them in line, or maybe Caretaker slipped a little sedative into their water to help them relax. Whatever it was, Whumpee was out of it, and as they’re placed into the bath, they were just beginning to come to.

Their vision was much too blurred to make out details such as faces or locations, all they can register is the warm water soaking through their clothes and the hands touching them, carding through their hair and snagging against the knots.

Even as the fog clears from their mind, any bit of coherency is lost within vivid flashbacks of being forced underwater by a hand tangled in their hair, held there until they nearly blacked out, only to be wrenched above the surface and hit on the back until they were forced to cough up whatever they had inhaled, all while leaving Caretaker to deal with a screaming, thrashing mess of a person and dirty water splashing across their entire bathroom.

I promise I’ll post some actual writing either tomorrow or Wednesday

#this could either lead to some nice fluff #or some angsty bad caretaker shit #whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #its me coal #coal wrote something #captured whumpee #captivity whump #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #whump prompt #whump prompts #writing prompt #kidnapped whumpee #abused whumpee #tw torture #whump drabble #bad caretaker #whumper caretaker #tw drowning #tw abuse #water whump #tw trama #tw drugging #whump tropes #whump trope

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Whumpee looked up at Caretaker, blood on their face and a tremor in their voice.

“Am I going to die, Caretaker?”

Caretaker wanted to lie, say everything would be alright. Speak every comforting thing they could think of and promise Whumpee the life they’d never have.

“Caretaker?”

Caretaker looked down at Whumpee, traced their fingers down their cheek, took their bloody chin in hands and gently pressed their lips against Whumpee���s bruised forehead.

Whumpee made a soft sound and leaned into their touch, but Caretaker could still feel the question lingering in the air.

The words formed a lump in the back of their throat.

“Yes.” They whispered, with all the courage they could muster.

“Then at least I’m dying with you.” Whumpee smiled at them, their eyes flooding with tears. Or perhaps they were Caretaker’s.

Caretaker wiped their eyes and grabbed Whumpee’s cold cold hands, delicately kissing them, softly laying them down.

“Whumpee,” Caretaker whispered, even though they knew it was too late. “Whumpee, I love you.”

#whump #angst #tw: death #whumpee x caretaker #whump dialogue #angsty #whumpee #caretaker #whump thoughts #whump writing #small Drabble

[lhaagain]

The Ground of Mercy

Summary: There's more to Julienne than meets the eye, even if she doesn't necessarily understand that herself.

Starts in the 1930s and will run right through the series.

This work is a bit of an epic and is a gift for the legendary @linguini17

Part 1: The New Girl

Chapter 1 - A Long Labour

Evangelina came in the front door, hung up her cape and headed straight for the Clinical Room.

“Where is she?” she asked tersely when she did not find who she was expecting. Their latest arrival in Poplar wasn’t going to last six months if she was any judge and this tendency to vanish into the shadows at the slightest difficulty certainly didn’t help.

“Sister Julienne sorted her bag,” Ada said calmly. “And then I sent her up to her room. What on earth happened?”

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#call the midwife #ctm #fanfiction #fanfic #angsty goodness #AU #spiritual/supernatural elements #Caretaking #Friendship #So much more to come #Sister Julienne #Sister Evangelina