#caretaker and whumpee

[a-living-canvas]

Wildflowers

Whumpee was laying on the couch. They were busy scrolling down through Pinterest. Their eyes flickered to the door for a moment, wondering who's the one that had been making noise outside their house since just now. 

Before they could do anything, Caretaker rushed out to the front and opened the door. They smiled at the delivery guy before signing their name on the paper and brought inside a large box to the living room. Whumpee eyes widen, that's—

"This is mine…!" Whumpee said firmly at Caretaker. They snatched the box away from Caretaker before they could open it and peered inside. Caretaker was slightly taken aback by Whumpee's sudden behaviour.

"You don't need to get so mad at me though…what did you buy anyway?" 

Caretaker asked, leaning closer to Whumpee. Whumpee tightened their hold on the box. "Nothing."

Caretaker chuckled, "It can't be nothing, Sweetheart—"

"I said, it's nothing…!" Whumpee insisted. They slowly made their way upstairs, leaving Caretaker wondering alone.

~

That night, Whumpee climbed on their bed along with the box. They took a deep breath before cutting open the box and pulled out the content inside. 

"Finally…!"

They beamed up, felt slightly relieved seeing the chains and the handcuff back after 2 months escaping from Whumper. These things give them comfort, no matter how weird that would sound to Caretaker.

Whumpee put the restraint on their body the same way Whumper would. They grazed lightly on their neck, missing the feeling of the collar around it. Maybe they should buy one too, at least they could choose the colour and design.

"Okay, ready to sleep…!"

Whumpee said as their hands neatly handcuffed with their body chained to the bed. They sighed softly as their lips curled up. They missed this feeling. 

"Whumpee…?"

Oh no, that's Caretaker. Knocking on their door. Should they pretend to be asleep? Would that make Caretaker give up and leave them alone? But, it's not nice to be lying to them like this…

"Yes…Caretaker?" 

Caretaker smiled hearing Whumpee's voice. "Can I enter your room?"

"Um…I don't know…!"

"...you don't know?"

Whumpee panicked. They couldn't even move right now and it would take time to undo all the restraint. Caretaker would be suspicious then.

"I…kind of naked, right now…" 

Whumpee laughed nervously. What a dumb reason. Caretaker must have seen right through them. Because who would be naked at a time like this?

"...Can you put on some clothes so we can talk for a moment?"

Ah, dammit. Whumpee sighed heavily. There's no way out of this. They waited for a moment before speaking again,

"Okay, I'm done."

Caretaker unlocked the door before gently pushing it open. Their eyes widen at the sight of Whumpee being chained up on the bed. Whumpee's face flushed red in embarrassment, how could they let anyone see them in this state?

"Oh, Whumpee…" Caretaker started, they were smirking as they sat at the edge of the bed. 

"I never knew you are into this?"

Whumpee's face turned even more red. "I-I'm not! Seriously!" They said, trying to convince Caretaker. They knew how ridiculous they looked like right now. 

Caretaker chuckled, pinching Whumpee's cheek lightly. "Then, what's with all these restraints, hm?" 

Whumpee looked down, fingers fidgeting with each other. "It just…feels more comfortable like this…you know? I just don't like that I could move freely when I sleep. I need something to hold me down…"

Caretaker's gaze softened, they stroked Whumpee's hair gently. 

"I-I know how messed up that sounds like! That Whumper still—"

"Shh…it's okay, Sweetheart. I understand, it's not your fault."

Whumpee's eyes widened in disbelief. "It's…not? You won't look down at me?"

Caretaker shook their head, they squeezed Whumpee's hands lightly. "I won't. It's not your fault that Whumper made you like this. In fact, I don't think you need these restraints at all."

Caretaker started undoing all the restraint on Whumpee's body. They put the chain and the handcuff back inside the box. Whumpee looked at them curiously.

But before they could ask, Caretaker pulled them into a tight hug. A very very tight hug that Whumpee couldn't even move even if they wanted to. Caretaker chuckled, "Is this tight enough for you? Would you go to sleep now?"

Whumpee smiled. They nodded as they returned the hug as tightly back to Caretaker. It feels so much more safer like this…

"I will go to sleep now…goodnight, Caretaker."

Caretaker smiled as they kissed the crown of Whumpee's head. 

"Goodnight, Whumpee."

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[mj-iza-writer]

"Alright my dear, it's time for bed", Caretaker smiled as they approached the couch where Whumpee was laying.

"But, um", Whumpee looked down at the book they were reading. They made a puzzled face at Caretaker.

"What do you want to say Whumpee? Go ahead", Caretaker encouraged. They were happy to see Whumpee communicate more often now.

"My book, I'm almost done", Whumpee held it up, "can I.... um may I?", asking for things was still a struggle for Whumpee though. It was a new concept for someone to actually care about what Whumpee wanted.

"Do you want a couple extra minutes to finish the book Whumpee?", Caretaker eyed the book curiously, "it does look like you have a few more pages."

"Ye-yes please", Whumpee relaxed. Fully thankful Caretaker had figured it out.

"Okay", Caretaker nodded, "thankyou for asking. I'll go get your bed turned down."

Whumpee made a frightened face, "please no. I'll finish reading tomorrow if you want me to. Please don't do that to my b..... wait, I'm sorry. I have no right asking that much.. please forgive", Whumpee struggled to catch their breath.

Caretaker knelt in front of Whumpee, "Shh, Whumpee what's going on?", they rubbed Whumpee's arm gently, "you can finish your book, I don't mind."

"Y-you said you'd tear down my bed, I was scared that you were mad at me. Then I realized I have no right to even have a bed. Please forgive It."

"Whumpee you misheard me. I'm going to turn down your bed", Caretaker watched Whumpee's face turn to a confused expression.

"Turning down a bed is the opposite of making a bed. You pull back the sheets, fluff up the pillows. Get any stuffies you might want. You get the bed cozy and ready for sleeping", Caretaker smiled, "you absolutely have a right to a bed. Where else would you sleep? The ceiling?"

"Master says a slave's place is on the floor, but they don't need sleep. It was lucky to be allowed to rest it's eyes", Whumpee looked down, "you're not going to tear down the bed?"

"No Whumpee", Caretaker extended their hand, "here, let me show you how to turn down a bed. You can read the rest of your book in the comfort of your bed."

Whumpee nodded as they took Caretaker's hand and followed them to the room.

Caretaker taught them the step by steps.

"Okay climb in, let's see if it is cozy", Caretaker lifted up the last sheet so Whumpee could crawl in.

Caretaker tucked them in and then pulled out a stuffed toy, "can't forget this."

Whumpee excitedly grabbed the stuffie and cuddled it close, "thankyou."

"You are very welcome", Caretaker stood and adjusted the light, "I'll come back and check on you in a few minutes, go ahead and finish the book. Maybe we can go to the library for another one if you'd like."

"Ok", Whumpee smiled, "thankyou so much Caretaker."

"You're welcome dear", Caretaker went to the door and grinned back at Whumpee.

Caretaker finished a few chores before checking on Whumpee again.

Whumpee was still sitting up, but was drooped over to the side.

Caretaker grinned as they slide the book from Whumpee's hands and set it aside. Careful to not lose their place.

They helped Whumpee lay down. Whispering reassuring words so not to startle them too much.

Whumpee squinted their eyes open for a second before nodding off again.

Caretaker continued to whisper while they pulled up the blanket and tucked in Whumpee's stuffed toy.

They turned off the light, then went to turn on Whumpee's nightlight.

Caretaker took in Whumpee's peaceful moans for a few minutes before pulling the door closed halfway.

Caretaker sat for a few minutes documenting the rest of the day before they to got ready for bed.

"Sweet dreams Whumpee", they made one final peak into the bedroom before heading to their room.

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[serickswrites]

You're Awake

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, unconsciousness, blood, blood loss, rescue, caretaker and whumpee

Whumpee clawed their way back to consciousness. They were exhausted. Days and days of torture at Whumper's hand had taken its toll on their body. Between the pain and blood loss, Whumpee had passed out while Whumper worked on them.

But now was time to wake up. They needed to be awake. Need to be alert enough to figure out a plan to get away. To escape. They had to wake up.

The dimly room was musty and freezing. Wherever Whumper had been keeping Whumpee, it hadn't been used in a long time. A scraping sound had Whumpee wrenching their eyes open.

"Oh good, you're awake," a familiar voice came from the far side of the room.

"C-C-Caretaker," Whumpee croaked. Their throat was raw from all their screaming over the last several days.

"I'm here, Whumpee, I'm here." Caretaker came into Whumpee's field of vision. They cupped Whumpee's cheek with their warm hand. Whumpee leaned into their soft, tender touch. "I am sorry it took me so long to get here."

"You're here," Whumpee said as they gave a sigh of relief. Caretaker was here. They were saved.

"Let's get you out of these cuffs."

"Whumper?" Whumpee dared to hope that Whumper was gone.

"Taken care of, love. Don't worry. They can't hurt you anymore."

Whumpee sighed. Whumper was gone. Caretaker was here. They were safe. Suddenly everything seemed lighter and softer. They began to close their eyes once more.

"Ah, ah, none of that, Whumpee. Keep your eyes open." Caretaker's voice was urgent. So urgent. But Whumpee couldn't bring themself to care.

"Mmmmm," was all they could manage.

"Shit. Whumpee. Whumpee! Love, look at me. Open your eyes. Where's all this blood from? Whumpee!"

Whumpee wanted to tell Caretaker where Whumper had sliced through layers and layers of skin. Wanted to tell Caretaker where they had been stabbed. Wanted to tell Caretaker about all their aches and pains. But they were so cold. And tired. And most of all, they were safe. Whumpee sank back into the darkness, knowing that Caretaker had them, and they would be safe. No matter what.

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[generic-whumperz]

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[whumped4whumplover]

Whump Idea

Months ago, Whumpee was taken. Caretaker was a wreck, spending the days scouring the streets in search of Whumpee and investigating at night, hoping to find some clue, even the most insignificant, about where they might be.

Caretaker and Whumpee had a special relationship, they always had. While Caretaker was an extroverted and popular person, full of friends and party invitations, Whumpee was extremely shy and reserved. They didn't like crowds, or loud noises, or talking for a long time. In fact, if it were up to them they wouldn’t have spoken to anyone at all. To anyone but Caretaker. And Caretaker was grateful for this, for the fact that, with them, Whumpee smiled and laughed, cried and vented, a completely different person from the one with that neutral expression and empty eyes which they were the rest of the time.

One day, finally, Caretaker manages to find Whumpee, and their heart skips a beat. Whumpee is covered in bruises and dried blood, thin in the most severe meaning of the word, it is as if Caretaker can count all their body’s bones, and their complexion is pale as that of a ghost, their lips of the same purple as the dark circles under their closed eyes.

If it haven’t been for the pulse they heard when they places their trembling fingers on their neck, Caretaker would have thought Whumpee was dead. But, as soon as the two’s skin makes contact, Whumpee's eyes suddenly open, and a strange expression forms on their face. At first Caretaker thought it was confusion, but then they realized: it was just pure terror.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's me, it’s Caretaker. It's going to be okay" Caretaker tries, but their words are uttered in vain, and Whumpee pushes their weak convulsing body against the wall, screaming hysterically and crying, no, sobbing desperately, as if danger was about to envelop them. But it doesn't make sense, Caretaker thinks, because they’re here now and they’re ready to take Whumpee to safety. There is nothing to be afraid of, Whumper is no longer here, there is only Caretaker. Yet, Whumpee's heart wrenching screams don't cease.

The torch falls from Caretaker's hands and they retreat, realization evident in their eyes.

Whumpee is reacting like this because they are afraid of Caretaker.

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[blackrosesandwhump]

Whump Prompt 115

Write something inspired by this concept:

Whumpee is turning into a monster and runs away from caretaker, afraid that they'll hurt or even kill caretaker if they stay around.

Caretaker searches desperately for whumpee, only to find them days later in the forest, huddled up bloody and feverish after their transformation.

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[gotta-whump-them-all]

June Whump Prompt (12/30)

Prompt #12 Panic

"Hey, hey whumpee. No need to panic, okay?" Caretaker placed a hand out in whumpee's direction which caused them to hiss and back up into the corner which didn't seem to even be possible, but whumpee managed to do so.

"Look, I just want to help you. I need to know what's wrong," They tried to come close to whumpee, but all that did was cause them to go into a more panicked state.

"Get the hell away from me!" Whumpee scurried back under a nearby table, as if it was a poor attempt of hiding away from caretaker.

Caretaker backed up away from whumpee and put their hands up in the air to signal that they were no harm to them. They sat down on the floor parallel from whumpee.

The two sat there for at least forty-five minutes, until whumpee's breaths became more steady and they calmed down overall.

Whumpee gave an angry look at caretaker as soon as they were calmed again. "What do you want?" They weren't happy with caretaker being there staring at them.

"I need to know what's wrong, why are you so scared?" Caretaker asked with a calm soothing tone.

"I'm not fucking scared!" Whumpee shrunk into themself when caretaker spoke.

Caretaker held their hands out to whumpee who extremely hesitantly took them. They swiftly picked up whumpee and held them in a warm embrace. "It's okay whumpee. It's okay,"

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[pigeonwhumps]

Battle

Taglist: @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump

Angstpril: alt prompt 1: troubled mind

Inspired by these two prompts by @hurtmyfavsthanks and an anon ask she received. I saw the more recent one and just wrote this straight up within a couple of hours, unable to resist it.

1k

CWs: living weapon, outcast whumpee, magical whumpee, low self-esteem, betrayal kinda, mentions of battle and casualties, mentioned past discrimination

Whumpee doesn't remember much of the battle.

It went by in a haze. They remember red, people falling, screams, unsure which side they were on. They remember the glee, the euphoria, of using their magic. The high of it all.

Now they're starting to come down from that high, and they can see the fear in people's eyes. The injuries, the casualties. Vaguely, they wonder who caused them. Was it them again?

Hands cup their face, gentle, calloused. The only ones that will ever touch them anymore.

Caretaker's.

"Hey. Look at me, now. Not the camp. Me." Whumpee looks up hesitantly, into their loving, warm eyes. One day they'll change. One day... one day they'll harden. Fear, hatred. From all the people they've hurt, on all sides. One day it'll be too much. They're afraid of the day they'll see that, of what will happen then.

But it hasn't happened yet.

Caretaker wipes their cheek softly. "It's okay. Come on, rest. Lay your head down. You're done for today. Close your eyes and rest."

Whumpee crawls into Caretaker's lap. They vaguely register being carried, head being lifted until it meets Caretaker's neck. Whumpee nuzzles into it.

"Shh. You did so well. You're doing so well, Whumpee. I'm proud of you."

Whumpee doesn't want to be. They want to grow flowers. But this is what their magic likes, this is what their king likes, this is what makes Caretaker say those words of praise in just that voice, so they can't stop.

(They ignore the small voice in their head that says that they have no idea what Caretaker's reaction to flowers would be. This is exhilarating, even if they feel an ever-growing bubble of shame at the endless, ruthless violence.)

Caretaker runs a hand through their hair, combing out the knots from the day's work, using a little water to clean the worst of the blood. Whumpee has been through this so many times that they know what to expect without even a glance. He won't hurt them with those eyes. They know his expression, his feelings, and they curl their arms and legs closer around him.

He's so warm.

"S'okay buddy. I'm here."

"Hmm."

Whumpee closes their eyes. It's so... so... they don't think they can sleep yet but they find themself drifting on the exhaustion the magical high always brings.

_

The next morning is... the next morning. As it always is with a new squad, it is very different to the first one.

And as it always is, Whumpee feels a sharp stab of hurt.

The soldiers know who they are, what they are. Have done since the very beginning .They've worked with Whumpee on the preparations, the journey here, for weeks. They know them. Sat around the campfire, shared meals, joked and talked and laughed. They'd been wished good luck yesterday morning, hair ruffled, smiles and reassurances in abundance. Soldier had even fixed their horse's saddle after the straps started to break. Now...

Now, they won't come within arms length of them. Soldier ladles out breakfast to the rest, leaving an empty bowl several feet from Whumpee, not looking them in the eye as he leaves them to fetch their own. He flinches along with several others as they approach the campfire, more whose hands jerk towards their swords. As if they're going to attack. As if they're so out of control that they'd attack their own side on purpose.

They reluctantly let go of Caretaker's hand so he can fetch their breakfast and the healing potion alone. At least he looks them in the eye. At least he sits with them, and talks, and touches them. Helps convince them to take the potion, even though it's bitter and rancid and no-one will improve it for the likes of them, and they won't need it once the adrenaline and euphoria of tomorrow's battle kicks in.

The kindness is only for now. It will change, sooner or later.

Nobody helps the pair of them take down their tent, or pack their saddlebags, and the Sergeant looks about to stop Whumpee from replacing the emergency set of daggers they carry in their boots at all times. A gift from Caretaker.

It's like they have the plague. Or the Devil's Touch, as their old villagers used to say.

They're pretty much alone in the clearing now, the rest of the squad staying as far away as they can without letting Whumpee out of their sight. Just in case they explode or something.

Without a word, Whumpee settles down on the ground beside the smoldering fire, Caretaker sitting on the log behind them. It's a sharply cold morning, dew dampening their breeches, but their leather armour keeps them surprisingly warm.

Caretaker braids their hair quickly and simply, just enough to keep it out of their face. Battlefields aren't the place for complicated hairstyles. Which is a shame, because Caretaker takes pride in that skill, and Whumpee delights in being allowed to display the results.

Whumpee dries their face with the cloth Caretaker hands them wordlessly. They need to get it together. It's not like it's the end of the world or anything. They try to summon the ease by which they sometimes prepare, the eagerness instead of dread that comes with a lot of battles.

It doesn't come. Today is a day for dread, then, and there's nothing they can do about it but pray for a miracle. And a break in the hatred and fear, the violence with which everyone rejects them.

They can't help thinking, though, that the amount of damage they've done, it's no wonder people want them locked away. They are a weapon, after all.

Yes. Definitely one of the bad days.

Caretaker's their handler. They try not to think about it but it's true. He's the only one who might see it, might offer them a brief reprieve. So they summon up all their courage.

"Please..."

Caretaker finishes the braid and kisses their temple. "I'm so sorry, Whumpee. I really am. But you need to do this. We need to do this. The kingdom needs you."

Whumpee nods. They don't blame Caretaker, not really. They need to win this war. And Whumpee needs to use their magic.

But gods do they wish they could stop.

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[thatgenderfluidmonstrosity]

Oh my gods- okay, so we all know of the trope, “Whumpee can’t sleep due to the traumatic nightmares and it gets so severe that Caretaker has to add some sort of thing to help them sleep or make them go to sleep into their drink”

BUT

What about “Whumpee can’t sleep due to the traumatic nightmares !but! They start getting hallucinations due to sleep deprivation and start SEEING what would be in their nightmares, so they:

Down a bottle of Ny-quill, Take a bottle of melatonin (so on and so forth)

Basically, Whumpee doing a fully 180 going from never wanting to sleep because they get visions of their trauma to forcing themselves into a sleep coma.

#whump #whumpee #caretaker and whumpee #caretaker #traumatized whumpee #whump things #whump prompt #whump stuff #trauma #induced sleep #whump community

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

Whump drabble - Sedative

Whumpee wakes up in a room full of beeping equipment and unfamiliar faces partially covered by masks. Terrified and confused, they begin to thrash around on the bed, desperately trying to rip out their IV. The faceless people begin yelling.

"Calm down!"

"Stop that, it's okay!"

They don't stop, and continue thrashing against the grip of the nurses trying to pin their arms to their side.

"Sedate them!"

A nurse approches holding a syringe.

"No!" Whumpee screams.

They bite the nearest nurse, who lets go of their grip on Whumpee, swearing.

"Hurry, do it now!"

And then, a new voice. "STOP!"

Caretaker pushes the nurses aside. "It's okay, you don't need that. I can calm them down."

The nurses, irritated, look at each other doubtfully.

"Just, let me at least try first." Caretaker says.

The syringe is put out of sight in a pocket of the nurses' scrubs - for now.

"Hey, Whumpee. It's me." Caretaker says softly as they approach.

Whumpee can hear the beeping of their heart rate, still just as fast.

"Remember me?" Caretaker asks. They sit on the edge of the bed, smiling softly. "I know it's scary. But you're okay, it's alright." They place a hand on Whumpee's shoulder.

And Whumpee screams. Their hands shoot out, shoving Caretaker backwards with enough force to send them tumbling to hospital machinery and equipment. Tools clatter to the floor.

Instantly, the nurses leap on Whumpee.

"NO! LET ME GO!!" They scream so hard their voice cracks.

"SEDATE THEM, NOW!" A nurse yells.

The syringe is coming closer and closer, but Whumpee isn't able to move out of the way. The nurses' grip is too tight, and they watch in terror as the syringe is driven straight into their thigh. They scream, one last, long and terrified animalistic scream as the contents are injected into the muscle. The syringe is pulled out, and the nurses, slowly and hesitantly let go of Whumpee. Whumpee pants and heaves, their vision blurring. They can just barely see Caretaker being helped to their feet by the nurses.

And then their eyes roll back in their head, and their head lolls to the side as the sedative pulls them into unconsciousness.

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[whumpberry-cookie]

In milk we trust

It was a really hard and long process to gain reserved Whumpee's trust. And Caretaker was so proud that they managed to get through to them.

But then Whumpee takes a big sip of coffee Caretaker prepared.

The milk turns out to be horribly spoiled. And Caretaker didn't realise.

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(C:) Oh gosh. Oh gosh, Whumpee, I'm so so sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that!

(W:) I know y-

(C:) I swear, I wouldn't! I'm so sorry I will make it up to you!

(W:) I know, Caretaker. Stop-

(C:) Whumpee, you have to believe me, I didn't mean it to happen, I-

(W:) CARETAKER!

(C:)....?

(W:) If you apologise one more time I'm going to chug the rest.

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[mj-iza-writer]

Caretaker stood on the porch, amused and curious as to what Whumpee was doing.

Whumpee was out laying in the grass, getting drenched by the rain. A giant smile on their face.

"Are you enjoying yourself?", Caretaker called from the porch where they remained nice and dry.

Whumpee looked up at Caretaker and happily nodded.

"Do you want me to stop sir?", Whumpee suddenly frowned and sat up, not knowing if this was allowed.

"No, no, you enjoy yourself. We can dry you off later", Caretaker sat on the porch chair, "I hope you don't mind. I am staying up here though."

Whumpee nodded and lay back down in the grass, the smile returning to their face.

"If there is any lightning and thunder, you will need to come up here for your own safety though, okay", Caretaker smiled.

"Yes Caretaker", Whumpee glanced up at the porch.

Sure enough, a lightning bolt danced across the sky, followed by thunder.

Whumpee got up and hurried to the porch, as Caretaker had asked.

"Wow you are soaked", Caretaker smiled.

"I-I'm sorry", Whumpee looked down.

Caretaker stood up, "not a problem at all, no need to apologize. We need to get you dried off though, after that, we can have some hot chocolate."

Caretaker followed Whumpee into the house. They sloshed all the way to the bathroom.

"You go in there and start getting dried, I'll get you some dry pajamas", Caretaker opened the door, "the towels are in the cabinet.

Whumpee peaked out of the bathroom after they were changed. They frowned when they saw their water trail.

"Oh no, I shouldn't have done this", they worried, "Caretaker has done so much for me, and in return I made a mess of their home "

They rushed to try to find something to clean up the water, finally they found paper towel.

They started trying to dry up the water, it wasn't working as well as they would have liked.

Whumpee started to panic, their body shook as they began to cry.

Caretaker rounded the corner carrying a mop and bucket.

They saw the shaking Whumpee, "Whumpee what happened?", they dropped the mop and bucket and rushed to them.

"I trie-tried to clean it up, I'm-m so sorry f-for this mess. I-I'll clean it up", Whumpee blubbered, "please forgive me", they started to gasp.

Caretaker fell to the floor and scooped Whumpee into a hug.

"Okay Whumpee can you hear me?", Caretaker whispered.

"Yes sir", Whumpee whispered through the sobs.

"You may be having a panic attack right now okay. We are going to ride this out together, I am right here with you", Caretaker whispered. "You are safe. You live here with me, and you are safe here. Whumper is no longer going to hurt you, you are safe from them", Caretaker continued, "no one is mad at you, you are allowed to make messes, you are allowed to do things that make you happy."

Whumpee whimpered, "I am?"

"Yes", Caretaker gave a small laugh, "this water is nothing, an easy clean up. I'm happy you were able to have fun out in the rain."

Whumpee quietly listened, their breathing had calmed some.

Caretaker looked down and smiled, "are you doing alright?"

"Y-yes sir", Whumpee answered still shaking a little, "do you mean it, you're not mad?"

"No, not at all, Whumpee. If you getting soaked by rain helps you and your recovery then that's what needs to happen", Caretaker frowned, "were you not allowed to play in the rain with Whumper?"

"No sir, they didn't allow me to go outside often", Whumpee leaned into Caretaker's hug, "they also didn't give hugs."

"You can have a hug anytime you want, all you have to do is ask", Caretaker gave a gentle squeeze, "are you okay to get up, I'll get this water cleaned up, and then some hot chocolate."

They both stood up, Whumpee frowned.

"Caretaker you got wet, I'm sorry."

Caretaker looked down, "it's okay, a little water never hurts, I'm afraid you got wet again as well", Caretaker grinned.

"May I help you clean this up", Whumpee eyed the mop, "I would be happy to help."

"Yes that's fine, afterwards we can get some dry clothes on, and make the hot chocolate", Caretaker walked towards the mop and bucket, "how does a movie sound?"

"Really we can watch a movie?", Whumpee looked at him excitedly.

"Yes we can, you can choose even", Caretaker started to mop.

Whumpee hurried to help. That hot chocolate sounded great to them, and the movie that they were allowed to choose.

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[serickswrites]

Rope

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced torture (unspecified), catatonia, blood, scrapes, hurt/aftermath

Whumpee sat in the passenger seat where Caretaker had placed them. Sat and hadn't moved. Hadn't spoken. Hadn't done anything but breathe. And stare at the raw rope burns on their wrists.

"Hey, hey, it's ok, Whumpee," Caretaker said as they rummaged through their trunk to find the first aid kit. "It's ok. We'll fix you up, good as new. I promise."

Caretaker tried to sound happy, to sound relieved, that they had Whumpee back. But they were afraid they had arrived too late. They had found Whumpee bound to a chair in Whumper's compound. Their collar was bloody and their wrists were raw and actively bleeding around the rope binding them. But Whumpee didn't say a word. Didn't look at Caretaker. Didn't look at anything but stare at the ground in front of them.

"I'm here, Whumpee. I've got you," Caretaker murmured as they freed Whumpee and dragged them from the room.

But Whumpee didn't say anything. They stared at their hand as Caretaker pulled them along. What had Whumper done? "It's ok, Whumpee. I've got you. You're ok." Caretaker said as they pushed Whumpee to sit in the backseat.

Maybe Whumpee still needed time. Maybe once Caretaker got them home they would realize they were safe. Maybe then they would realize they were free. Maybe then they would talk again. Caretaker repeated these thoughts over and over as they got behind the driver's wheel and drove home. Whumpee just needed time. It had to be that.

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[generic-whumperz]

Caretaker will never know peace again

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[ashintheairlikesnow]

Oh, oh, you know what I'd love to see some time? Kauri getting an electric shock from a domestic appliance or something. It doesn't need to be serious, we just know how much he hates getting shocked 👀

"You need a new toaster."

Jake looks up, rubbing a hand over his face, blinking where he sits on his bed in a pair of pajamas pants. Things are blurred and bleary, it's too early for this on one of the few days he doesn't have class. Still, though - he can't help but feel a little... happy, maybe, to hear Kauri's voice. "What...?"

"Your toaster's fucked up." Kauri has it in his hands, gripped white-knuckle tight. Jake reads in his appearance the story of his night - his hair is a mess of black curls, there's dark circles under the bright blue eyes, he's still wearing clothing he had on two days ago, the last time Jake saw him.

His shirt is on inside out. Whose cologne will be smell like if Jake gets close?

There's a twist of something odd and sharp in Jake's chest. "... Our toaster is fucked up?"

"Yeah. It... It's broken. It shocked me. When I plugged it in." Kauri dumps the toaster on the floor in Jake's room, and Jake winces as he watches ancient crumbs scatter everywhere as it tips on its side.

"... And you brought it up here because..."

"Because it's broken. You should get a new one. I wanted to tell you." Kauri's voice is short and sharp, Jake can see his eyes are a little too wide. He crosses his arms and Jake thinks it looks like he's hugging himself, trying not to be obvious about it. "It's a stupid toaster. It hurt me. It-... It shocked me, and-"

"Yeah. I'll handle it, I will. But, are you okay?"

"What?" Kauri looks... uncomfortable and surprised. "I'm fine."

"Yeah, but. You said it shocked you?" God, he's too tired to think. Jake leans into instinct instead. "Like electric shock?"

"Yeah. Just. A little one, but..."

Silence draws out between them. Jake rakes a hand back through his hair, and then pushes himself to his feet. If Kauri's eyes drop to Jake's bare chest down to his stomach and the waistband of his pants, Jake doesn't notice. Or he pretends not to, anyway. There's a Tshirt on the floor, and he pulls it on over his head. "Yeah, but... Still. Are you okay?"

"I'm not hurt-"

"That's not what I'm asking. Kaur, you used to be shocked, before. Even if you're not hurt..." He looks back down at Kauri. "That doesn't mean you're okay."

Kauri's smile fades for just a second - then it's back, but brittle this time. "I'm always okay."

"No, you're not. Kauri, I just wanted to know if you need to talk-"

"Absolutely the fuck not. I just came here to get some breakfast, not get trauma interrogations at six in the morning."

"I'm not interrogating you-"

"Then take 'i'm fine' for an answer for once."

Jake's mouth opens and then closes again.

Kauri's smile is small and vicious. "Like I said. Buy a new toaster."

"Kauri, just-"

Kauri disappears from the doorway and is halfway down the stairs before Jake can get out of his room.

"Kauri, wait-"

The front door closes and Kauri is gone.

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[blackrosesandwhump]

Whumpril Day 19: I Need You

CW: poison whump, sickness, fever whump

Your body is wracked with poison. You lie in a darkened room, delirious and sick, unable to lie still as the effects of whumper’s spell take hold and jerk you between shallow nightmares and fevered wakefulness. You can’t sense much beyond the dim light, terrible pain, and caretaker’s presence.

Caretaker bends over you and drapes a cool cloth over your forehead. For a moment, the cool sinks into your skin, and you feel a degree of relief. But whumper’s poison spell is too powerful and the relief is swallowed instantly. A whimper escapes you.

If only it would stop. If only the poison would stop.

And then, caretaker seems to disappear. Weakly, you manage to raise a desperate, shaking hand.

“Please...don’t leave me…I need you.” The words come out raspy. They don’t sound like your voice at all.

Caretaker appears again, smiling despite their furrowed concern. “I won’t leave you. Don’t worry. I’ll be right here as long as you need me.”

You slip back into a dream with caretaker’s reassurance echoing in your mind, and this time, the dream isn’t quite so bad.

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