#werewolf whump

[redd956]

May I request werewolf related whump prompts? I enjoy the stuff you post.

Of course!

Werewolf Whump Prompts

CW:

Caretaker needed to be told repeatedly, no matter what whumpee says or how hurt they'll sound on the other end of the door, not to open it until the full moon has set. The death screams echoing down the halls called to Caretaker. Caretaker shuffled towards the desperate begging, and animalistic snarling, and found their hands on the doorknob.

Whumpee keeled over suddenly, planting roughly in the dirt. Caretaker tried to run over only to be cut of by screams of pain. They could do nothing but watch in horror as whumpee became something they didn't know, but were warned about.

The nights spent transformed out of control and running around were awful alone. The days after where every fiber of their body is sore are equally terrible.

Whumpee didn't know Caretaker was a werewolf. Their whumper was one too. One night, injured and in need of Caretaker's help, they ignore the warning signs and barge into a transformed Caretaker.

Big buff werewolf whumper? Big buff werewolf caretaker? Big buff werewolf whumpee? The answer should be yes.

A large wounded wolf limped it's way into Caretaker's backyard before collapsing. In the low light of morning, Caretaker awoke to see an unconscious Whumpee in their backyard.

"Caretaker?", The blood soaked wolf before them trembled while speaking, the disbelief in their voice rousing the bitten Caretaker. "I didn't mean too..."

#werewolf whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #werewolf whump #whump #whump prompts #whump prompt #whump prompt list

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Teen Wolf 6x13 | Scott Impaled

#whump #whumpee #whump scenario #whump scene #whump prompt #whump tropes #supernatural whumpee #werewolf whump #werewolf whumpee #teen wolf whump #scott mccall whump #team leader whump #impaled #stabbed whump #pain #blood #injured whumpee #injury treatment #whump noises #grunting #wincing #whump video #whump community

[whump-heart]

Werewolf whump.

A collar strung around their neck, lined with silver to keep them in line. A cage with a dog bed, just for them.

Tamed from a savage wolf to an obedient puppy.

More of that, please.

#feel free to add onto this #I need to think about this #as much as humanly possible #whump #werewolf whumpee #werewolf whump #whump community #whump stuff #whump things #whumpblr #whump scenario #dehumanization whump #dehumanization #whump prompt

[cuteangsty]

Whump prompt #5

A Human weapon whumpee was trained to kill/ kidnap people with a face reference. So when he is rescued, they avoid looking at anyone, always turning his back and not wanting anyone to approach them. They have been looking at that list o faces for so long, killed so many of those... Sometimes they still sees those faces in other people's bodies. They are trying to get in control of themselves, but they are afraid they might see an "enemy face" and trigger them to attack.

Bonus if whumper is a supernatural creature

Like a wolf, a vampire or a doppleganger

Werewolf whumpee in this situation would be trying their hardest to never transform, or hold the transformation in a more harmless stage

They would also probably avoid eating meat, it reminds them of the bodies they ate.

Vampire whumpee begs to be blindfolded before feeding from someone.

Both enticed and extremely repulsed by the smell of blood. They seem to almost puke but then start to salivate over it.

Doppleganger whumpee starts to shift into different people (his past victims) by accident whenever triggered.

I can also imagine this working for robot whumpee

They have a specific word/ sentence/ alarm/ switch/ button that trigger them.

They can only be brought back to normal with a password/switch/ button.

Face recognition failing

Probably asked for face recognition to be deactivated entirely, so whenever they look someone in the eye, they don't know who they are, they see them and maybe able k vaguely describe their features, but cannot tell who they are or if they have ever met.

(tho they might have other ways of figuring it out, like through their voice/ clothes/ digitals/ etc...) (Or no...)

Yes this was based on 🍌 🐟

#whumplr #whumpee #mine #whump #whumper #whump prompt #caretaker #whump conditioning #human weapon #psycological whump #robot whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #non human whump #non human whumpee #vampire whumpee #werewolf whumpee #vampire whump #werewolf whump #doppleganger #doppleganger whumpee #doppleganger whump

[cultivating-whimpers]

{Non-Consensual Kiss, Creepy Whumper}

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Whumper with lip piercings wearing silver jewelry while kissing their monster Whumpee.

#my cultivation #vampire whumpee #werewolf whumpee #vampire whump #werewolf whump #whumpblr #my prompt #noncon whump #whump #whump inspiration #whump prompt #whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #noncon kiss #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #sadistic whumper

[clickerflight]

Clove: Part 12 - Why?

Masterlist

Part 11

I love my boys, of course of course, but also have you seen Margie and Josh? IDK what this side plot is doing, but I am invested personally.

Content: Werewolf whumpee, vampire caretaker, so much fluff, so much panic, mentions of a child who is chronically ill

............................................

Everything smelled like Ephraim. Hyrum hummed softly, nestling farther under whatever was draped over him. He felt content and safe. Protected. 

Faintly, he caught the scent of Ephraim’s blood and his eyes flew open as he scrambled up to see what was wrong. Ephraim was sleeping in the bed next to him, and he woke up as Hyrum started checking him for where he could smell blood. There was dried blood on his shirt on the floor so Hyrum pulled the shirt Ephraim was wearing back and forth, trying to see whatever damage there was as much as his addled brain could manage. 

Ephraim reached out, taking Hyrum’s arms, making him whine. 

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Ephraim asked. 

“Blood,” Hyrum said, struggling to get free, to make sure the vampire was okay. “There’s blood.”

“Ah,” Ephraim said. He sat up, letting Hyrum go and lifted his shirt. There was a pale scar across his chest and Ephraim said, “I’m okay, see? There was a dangerous man at the cottage and he hurt me when we were fighting, but I’m okay.”

Hyrum brushed a finger over it, to make sure Ephraim was telling the truth, but true enough the wound was sealed and all that was left was the scar. 

“Oh,” Hyrum said softly.

Ephraim dropped the shirt and held his arms open, letting Hyrum plough into him. Ephraim held him for a while, soothing all of the spiraling little fears that had taken up residence in his brain the night before. Still, there was a quiet terror he couldn’t quite shake. He had gotten a tiny taste of what it would be like to lose what he had here and it had been devastating. The real thing would surely destroy him entirely. 

He tried to shake the fear. Just because there was a bad man at the cottage, it didn’t mean that it was necessarily Jack. Who knows how many bad men there were in the woods. Hyrum knew that Jack had friends so it stood to reason there were even more than that. In fact, at one point he’d been convinced that all humans were like Jack.

Still, curious and apprehensive at the same time, Hyrum twisted, grabbing one of Ephraim’s hands and closed his eyes, smelling it deeply. 

His hackles rose as his deepest fear was confirmed and he froze. 

Ephraim pulled him into a tighter hug as the werewolf began to hyperventilate, tried to pull closer to Ephraim, tried to crawl into his very chest so he could hide forever. 

“Goldenrod, hey,” Ephraim’s soft voice said urgently. “I know you’re scared. I know, I know. Stay with me, sweetheart.”

Hyrum made a conscious effort to calm down, pressing his ear against Ephraim’s chest and listening to Ephraim’s very slow heartbeat. Ephraim ran a soothing hand up and down Hyrum’s back, a touch the boy couldn’t have even imagined just a month ago. 

Hyrum quickly came to a realization, one that he had shied away from before because it couldn’t possibly be true, but now….

“You’re not going to let him take me,” he whispered in awe, twisting his head to look up at Ephraim, only really seeing the bottom of his chin. 

“No, I’m not going to let him take you,” Ephraim said gently. “And the next time he comes to cause trouble, I’ll…. I’ll kill him. And then he’ll never get to take you.”

Hyrum relaxed into Ephraim’s arms as Ephraim pressed a kiss to his head. 

“Thank you,” Hyrum breathed. 

“Of course, Goldenrod,” and Hyrum was too ecstatic and relaxed to hear the gentle and complicated sort of sadness in Ephraim’s voice. 

…………………………………….

Margie was exhausted. She had spent nearly all day working on the cottage and she had only cleared the front room. There hadn’t been any traps or curses in the kitchen or the storage room, but both of the bedrooms were hexed to the high heavens. 

Josh helped support her as she grumbled, unable to do anything else even with Josh’s help. They’d have to come back in the morning. Not for the first time, Margie realized she needed an actual apprentice, someone to take over for her when she was too weak to do this anymore. Most of the time she pushed the thought off to deal with when she was ‘actually old’ in her mind, but now, exhausted, feet aching underneath her and feeling sick to her stomach, Margie allowed the thought to actually stay this time and make a nest in her mind. Maybe she didn’t feel ‘actually old’, but she recognized that she was. 

She was faintly miffed with herself that she needed to be so run down to be able to accept thoughts like that, but here she was. 

She ran the people of the village through her mind, trying to think of who would work best for this sort of job. Someone who was careful and fairly neat in their actions. It would be useful if they had some knowledge in distilling and brewing, even if it wasn't specifically experience with potions. Lots of free time on their hands to learn this sort of thing and an ability to sort out magic by feel. Not likely to be bowled over by other people’s opinions. 

Just as she was starting to run the adults of the village through her mind, she realized the answer was right in front of her. Or, rather, right beside her helping her walk. She inwardly groaned. Still, there were worse people to work with and Josh met all the requirements. Well, most of them. While his business with wine and alcohol meant he had knowledge in brewing and distilling and gave him the winter’s off because of the money made during the summers and he wouldn’t have to tend to the grape vines he kept, he had three children he helped his wife look after so free time might not be as free as she liked, but he was the best option, especially after seeing him work alongside her in the cottage. 

“Josh,” Margie said in a croaking voice.

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever considered becoming the village’s magic man?”

Josh’s stunned silence lasted only a moment before he said, “Can’t say I have. Why?”

Margie grumbled a little before saying, “You were very helpful in there, and I can’t keep this up forever, you know.”

“Are you asking me to become your apprentice?” he asked, a wry smile on his sun tanned face. 

“If you have to know, yes.”

Josh thought about it for a moment before he said, “I think I could? I’ll have to talk it over with Anna first, of course.”

“Of course,” Margie grumbled. “Maybe I could teach her too. You could split the load between the two of you. She’s already proved herself useful when it comes to herbs and remedies and the like.”

Josh sighed. “Yeah. I guess that sort of happens when you have a child like Dimitri.”

Margie nodded. Dimitri was a weak, though resilient sort. He was almost always sick but still plowed on through life like he was going to live it to the fullest, no matter if it shortened his lifespan. It seemed to make his parents happy, though. The village often watched him carefully, wondering if this was going to be his last winter. 

Margie certainly remembered his birth and his first winter. Anna had nearly died giving birth to the child and he practically lived in Margie’s little hovel during that first winter with endless bouts of croup and any passing cold that decided to drop in for a visit. 

“I’ll walk you to your house and then I’ll let Ephraim know he can’t go back today,” Josh said matter of factly, and Margie bristled. 

“I can tell him myself.”

“Oh, no, old bird,” Josh said easily and Margie nearly cursed him out. He had been growing to be just as brazen as his wife. “You’ll go home and rest. Orders from the possible future magic man.”

Margie huffed. “Insufferable. Completely insufferable.”

“Your knees will thank me,” Josh promised. 

And Margie hated that he was right.

……………………………….

Guntar was kind enough to let Ephraim and Hyrum stay in his house while he was out working, and Ephraim was glad for it. He didn’t much feel like leaving the bed, and Hyrum certainly wasn’t up to it. 

As the two laid curled together, dozing off in intervals, there was a knock on the door which made Hyrum whimper, grabbing hold of Ephraim. 

Ephraim stroked his head, listening as a familiar voice called, “Ephraim!?”

Ephraim placed his hands over Hyrum’s sensitive ears and called back, “In here! Come in!”

The door opened and Josh shuffled in, eventually poking his head in. 

“Oh, sorry,” he said, surprised when he saw the two. 

“It’s fine,” Ephraim said. “Goldenrod and I had a bit of a scare, so we decided to just rest for today.”

“So I heard last night. Well, not that I actually heard it. Embarrassed to say I slept through the whole event,” Josh said. “Anyways, I went up with Margie to try and sort out your cottage. It’s a mess up there. The spells were laid pretty thick. We did what we could but the bedrooms are still hexed and trapped. We’ll be going up again tomorrow to see if we can finish…. Well, that’s if Margie can make the trip back up the hill. Her knees have been giving her some trouble, see?”

“Oh, thank you, Josh,” Ephraim said kindly, pulling up the blanket to hide Hyrum a little better. “I know you probably have things to do, but would you be able to drop by the butcher’s shop and ask Guntar if we can stay here another night or if we should find other accommodations?”

“Absolutely,” Josh said with a warm smile. Ephraim deeply appreciated that Josh didn’t pry as to why Ephraim couldn’t do it himself. He didn’t want to draw attention to Hyrum when he was so scared. “I’ll be back in a bit, then.”

“Thank you,” Ephraim said softly and Josh nodded, heading back out to do as he was asked. 

Ephraim stroked Hyrum’s head under the covers, laying his own head back down on the pillow, contemplating the situation. It sounded like he and Hyrum wouldn’t be able to go back to the house for a while, which left him in a rather sticky situation. He wasn’t certain how well Hyrum would do when it came to being around other people. As far as the vampire could tell, the werewolf was terrified of everyone who wasn’t Ephraim. 

And even after Josh and Margie got the spells cleared up, Ephraim would have to find someone to try and clear out Jack’s scent or at least cover it, or go do it himself, though he wasn’t sure how well Hyrum would take it. He supposed he would just have to see how Hyrum reacted after he had a couple of days to process everything. Who knew, Hyrum had proved to be rather resilient, if a bit hesitant. He could grow to like people after finding that they wouldn’t hurt him. After all, he had grown quite attached to Ephraim pretty quickly, so there was a good chance that all would be well. 

“Ephraim?”

Hyrum had shifted, poking his head out of the blankets, his ears flicking up once freed from the covers. 

“Yes, Goldenrod?”

“Who was that?”

Ephraim smiled. “That’s Josh. He’s a friend of mine. He’s married to Anna. You met her when Morticai was in town, remember?”

Hyrum nodded. “So he’s…. Like you?”

“I’m not sure I understand your question, dear.”

“He’s not going to h-hurt me? Or tell Jack?”

“Oh, no. Not at all.”

“Oh…. I just thought that humans were…..” Hyrum searched for the words for a moment before continuing with, “I thought they all knew Jack and that they’d help him.”

“No. People who would help Jack are pretty few and far between, really. The people in the village are my friends, mostly… maybe not Harry or Katrina. They’ve never really warmed up to me, but that’s alright.”

Hyrum mulled those words over carefully, his ears flicking slightly back and forth as he did so. “So…. what does Josh want then? Jack wanted to make me a weapon-” Doubtful, Ephraim thought to himself, “-And you want to keep me safe and M-Margie wants to heal people? Then what would Josh want?”

“He probably wants to take care of his family,” Ephraim replied. “You know, making sure his children grow up strong and are happy and have happy lives of their own.”

“Oh.” 

Ephraim supposed the idea would sound quite foreign to Hyrum, so he just let the werewolf process that information for a moment. 

After a few long minutes, during which Ephraim started to drift off again, Hyrum patted his chest to get his attention again. Ephraim gave it willingly, opening his eyes. 

“So… most people don’t want to make weapons, do they?” Hyrum asked. He sounded like he was coming to that conclusion himself and just wanted to make sure he was on the right track. 

“No, they don’t,” Ephraim assured him, though that seemed to leave Hyrum more confused. 

“Then, why would Jack want to make me a weapon?”

Ephraim had expected this question, though perhaps not this early. He thought it over for a moment. He could see no rhyme or reason to what Jack had done, and he certainly wasn’t trying to make any sort of weapon. Hyrum had turned up on the verge of death, for crying out loud. 

“Hyrum… I’m not sure he was trying to make you into a weapon. I really have no idea what he was doing, but I think he was just hurting you for the sake of it. I’m so sorry I don’t have an explanation, but what he did was not okay, and it was not normal, and I’m here to protect you now.”

Hyrum stared at him, and Ephraim wasn’t sure the werewolf really comprehended him. Hyrum looked down, distressed as he gently kneaded his stomach, trying to wrap his mind around it. 

“But….. Why!?”

Ephraim just held him closer while Hyrum whimpered softly, kneading his stomach harder. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into Hyrum’s hair. “I’m so so sorry. It’ll be alright. I’ve got you now. He’s not going to come anywhere near you.”

Ephraim’s heart could only break as Hyrum shuddered under his arms, hiding his face in his hands.

Part 13

Clove Taglist: @wolfeyedwitch @the-blind-one-speaks @whumpsday @extrabitterbrain @inkkswhumpandstuff @honeycollectswhump @whump-blog-reblogs @pigeonwhumps

#whump #whump series #clove #werewolf whump #vampire caretaker #fluff #chronically ill child #mentioned #our boi is gonna have to start coming to terms with what happened to him #and especially #the fact that Jack did all this to him #for no conciveable reason #I mean #there is a reason #but that's spoilers

[the-three-whumpeteers]

A werewolf whumpee that just recently turned- they’re not used to their new body, and they’re even less used to being hunted down. The whumpee tries their best to tell those hunting them down that they’re not going to hurt anyone- but this moment of weakness is taken advantage of, and the whumpee is injured. Bleeding and in pain, the whumpee is forced to retreat, not knowing what’s going to happen next.

#whump #aramis stabs someone #not whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump prompts #injuries #werewolf whump #werewolf whumpee

[whumpsday]

Happy almost-Halloween! Have some vampire & other monster whump!

with halloween only 2 weeks away, i figured i’d recommend some monstrous whump series to get people in the mood! mostly vampires, but also some werewolves and demons. check these out! (* = contains 18+ content)

Vampires:

A New Beginning by @a-crumb-of-whump

Bad Blood by @whumpycries

Cat and Mouse by @t0rture-me

Ceran and his faerie by @hurtthemgently

Fang Factory (Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) by @loor-101 and @thoughtsonhurtandcomfort

Fearless by @quietly-by-myself

Fun Swamp Vacation and The Purring Vampire Story by @thecyrulik

Goldie + Pollen + Hyde by @whump-only

Kane & Jim by meeee :)

Magnanimous Moonrise & Savage Sunset by @not-a-space-alien *

Marius & Oskar by @spiralofwhump

Of Vampires and Men by @whumpy-writings *

Presents by @cupcakes-and-pain

Pup’s Story by @lost-in-labradorite-halls

Salem & Drew (vampire whump) by @whump-me-all-night-long

Self-Sharpened Fangs by @redwhump

Shattered by @oddsconvert

The Heart and the Hunger by @wolfeyedwitch *

Vampire Carlo and Bloodbag Carlo by @deluxewhump

Vampire Col by @whumpzone

Werewolves:

Kas/Alec by @whumpwritings *

The Dark Side of the Sun by @quietly-by-myself

The Monster of Lindborough by @secretwhumplair

Demons:

Daero by @thoughtsonhurtandcomfort

Deal with the Devil by @whumpshaped *

Demon’s Haven by @whumpwillow

Tenebrae Tenebrarum by @blood-is-compulsory *

Multiple:

Emil’s story (and others) by @obsessedwithegos 

Through Blood and Flame by @gottawhump

feel free to comment adding your own series!

#vampire whumpee #vampire whumper #vampire caretaker #werewolf whumpee #werewolf caretaker #vampire whump #werewolf whump #demon whumpee #demon whumper #demon caretaker #demon whump #werewolf whumper

[the-scrapegoat]

Here we have the Wolf and the Blacksmith from "The monster of Lindborough"! I absolutely adore this story and have reread it multiple times, along side other stories by @secretwhumplair <3 i hope yall enjoy, its a surprisingly wholesome whump story in my opinion, but I highly recommend you check it out yourself!

#werewolf whump #goatboy draws #tw restraints #whump #never know how to tag stuff

[dragyouthroughthewhump]

Thinking about living weapons. My poor werewolf being used not just as a hunting dog, but an assassin, a weapon, a guard dog. Just has to follow his orders.

#whump prompt #whump ideas #whump thoughts #nonhuman whumpee #werewolf whump

[iamhumannotamonster]

Werewolf whumpee being used as an attack dog against other monsters.

What if there were groups of monster hunters who trained werewolves to track and fight other creatures? In a world were inhuman creatures exist, it would be seen as a viable solution to protect the people.

Captured at the first sign of being infected. Oh? A loved one was bitten by a wolf during the full moon? Their options are to be the hunter´s pet for the rest of their life or be killed.

Wouldn´t it be fucked up if two werewolves were friends (or relatives) and one of them gets captured, the next time they see each other the captured one has a crazy look in their eyes, they have been tasked with killing the other.

plenty of option for the werewolf to be both whumper and whumpee, depending wether they are interacting with another creature or a hunter.

idk much to think about

#werewolf whump #werewolf whumpee #Non-human whumpee #whump scenario #whump prompt #lady whump #because that´s what im thinking about rn #my post

[pigeonwhumps]

Hunting Night

Sam and Lucan masterlist

Whump Girl Summer day 5: hunted for sport | traditions

@whumpawoman

Taglist: @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @onlybadendings @whumpofdory @haro-whumps @flowersarefreetherapy @enigmawritesstuff @quietly-by-myself

Kara and Edith are hunted as part of a centuries-old tradition.

3.5k

CWs: non-human whumpee, use of silver on a vampire and werewolf, slavery, hunting for sport, bounty hunting, mentioned murder, hate crime, discrimination, dehumanisation, burning, taunting, bound, broken bones, painful transformation, whumpee thinks caretaker is new whumper, caretaker turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, implied past rape, mentioned panic attack, branding, grief, vigil mention, scared whumpee, expectation/fear of punishment, sadistic whumpers, gore, drinking blood

She should've known better.

That's all Kara can think as the bus grinds to a halt yet again. She should've known better. Tonight's Hunting Night, and everyone knows you don't go out on Hunting Night. Even humans don't, if they can help it, because it's so easy to pretend that, well, you attacked them because you thought they were a glamoured faerie or an untransformed werewolf and it wasn't your fault, really, and although Hunting Night is illegal the police don't care enough to even give cautions. No non-human would ever report an attack anyway.

They should never have gone out. Certainly not in the late afternoon. But the fridge broke, and Edith's blood apparently tastes bad (she won't say so, but the look on her face was proof enough), and she went so long without anything at all that Kara never wants her to make do with sour blood. Kara's food is going off too, she won't be able to eat it all before it's rotten. And on top of all that, Edith seems to believe it's her fault, somehow.

So they had to go and buy UHT mini blood cartons, and ice, and something for Kara to make Edith feel better, and Edith panicked because they were selling blood cartons laced with silver for punishing your vampire (her reading skills are still very rusty, Kara's going to kill whoever fed her them in the past), and then some people's treatment of Edith had reminded Kara of her own slavery and she'd had a panic attack, and everyone was staring and they'd almost left half the shopping behind in their rush to leave before someone called the cops.

And now they're stuck in a traffic jam. They're unlikely to make it back before moonrise, which is when the hunt starts despite being well before sunset, and this year's Hunting Night falls on a full moon.

She checks her watch. 19:00. Definitely won't make it back.

She presses the button, waiting anxiously for the bus to stop.

"We gotta get off an' walk, baby," she mutters to Edith, standing in front of her – slaves aren't allowed to sit in seats on buses if even one passenger objects and she hates it. "Moonrise."

Edith's eyes widen and she follows Kara off the bus when it finally stops, full rucksack on her shoulders.

Kara takes her hand and hurries along the pavement, taking a quick turn into an alley she knows far too well.

"Okay. Right. It ain't far, that bus takes the long way round, but we might not make it 'ome in time. If anyone attacks, Edie, run like 'ell. Ya got it? I can defend meself, jus' get outta 'ere."

"Yes, Mistress Kara."

Kara... isn't sure Edith will leave, actually, but if she pushes she'll get cowering or begging or freezing that they don't have time for, so she just nods.

"Good."

They're close when Edith does actually freeze, glancing up at the sky. Kara feels the heart palpitations she always gets when her body's partway between one form and another, at the start of her transformation, body chemicals shifting. She drops Edith's hand and backs away slightly, gritting her teeth.

Her bones and muscles crack as they break and reform, and at first it's not too bad, it's a bit like stretching, but then it gets stronger and stronger until she can't do anything but let out an ear-splitting scream. Halfway through, the scream turns into a howl, as her snout lengthens, vision changing.

She pants as she feels the aftershocks of the change, slowing down but still there. Edith is frozen entirely, eyes wide.

Vampires really don't smell good.

Kara's instincts are more animalistic like this, but as she's got older, she can recognise people, control herself a bit. When she was fifteen she may well have attacked Edith. Or perhaps not – the vampire is definitely in her pack.

Someone laughs from the end of the alleyway, and she shrinks into the shadows, Edith following.

"You might be hiding but I know you're down there! We heard you change! Come out, come out, little werewolf."

Kara sees them. There's five, and they smell like sweat and cheap aftershave and silver. And there's bloodlust in there too, excitement, the thrill of the hunt.

In a fluid motion, she grabs Edith, swings the vampire onto her back, and bounds the other way down the alley. She just runs, with no regard to where she's going. She has to get away.

She skids to a halt as the smell of silver hits her nose, so much of it, and more humans too. She hears a *thud* and hopes that Edith's okay. She emits a low growl and backs away, keeping an eye on the three heavily-beweaponed humans, low to the ground with ears pinned flat to her head.

Then there's laughter behind her, humans she somehow missed, and she yelps as her tail is pulled, spinning to see the five humans from the other alley.

"You were right about blockading these alleys. Two already. Tonight's gonna be a good night, I can feel it in my bones."

Kara snarls, lip curling so they can see her teeth. An instinctive movement that shows one of her greatest weaknesses to the hunters. What seems to be their ringleader guffaws.

"Oh, this is gonna be easy. It's no fun, it can't even fight back."

"Still adding it to the tally though. We've got ourselves a stray werewolf. How many points is that again?"

Edith steps between her and the humans with a growl. "Stay away from her."

Two humans grab Edith as she swings a punch, pulling her off to the side and throwing her rucksack and ear defenders into a skip. She struggles desperately, more than Kara's ever seen. More than she thought possible from Edith. But despite the vampire's strength, she doesn't manage to get away before silver ropes are wound around her arms, binding them together. Then four of the humans can hold her still.

"Guard-class vampire," reports one, looking at her bracelet. "Dunno whose it is though. Kara... Evans."

"Who cares? Must be a runaway. We need to mark these two for proof it was us."

"Might be safer to just mark the bodies."

"Now, where's the fun in that?"

Kara tries to rise slightly, in preparation for another escape attempt, but before she can even process it her skin's burning. Her snout's first, and then her body and she tried to shake it off, scratch it but that just burns her pads, it doesn't come off and she howls in agony. She can't hear or feel anything else beyond the burning that's everywhere, all-encompassing, completely overwhelming. It's so much and she can't stop it.

_

Edith watches, horrified, as the diluted silver hits Mistress Kara. She howls and immediately tries to get it off, scratching at her fur and turning endlessly.

She won't manage it. It'll burn and burn and eventually burn through skin and flesh and bone if it's left on long enough, that liquid sticks, and then her arms and legs will dissolve, and they'll taunt her, place blood where she could reach it if she had arms, if she could stand. And, well, if she only managed to control herself better, this wouldn't be happening. She might even be allowed some of that blood. A few licks off the basement floor would be enough, please, she's not sure she can keep going.

She hears an animalistic whine and jolts. She's not there, she's in the present, with the hunters, and that's just as dangerous.

Her arms are burning from the rope but it's not about her. Mistress Kara is being hurt and the hunters are going to kill them both and there's nothing she can do about it.

The hunters' laughter is raucous without any ear protection, but she can't do anything to help and she isn't about to show them that it hurts. She knows what humans do when she shows weakness.

"It's not going anywhere now. Time for the marking. Hold the vampire's face."

Edith's head is grabbed by multiple hands, all over, suffocating, sweaty hands and too much contact as a circular silver thing that looks like a branding iron is positioned above her cheek. She's been branded before, but she can't get away as the silver stamp comes down on her cheek.

The pain takes her breath away, she can't even scream as the silver's pressed in and held until it's nearly burned through her cheek.

"Stinks."

"Yeah, well, get used to it or go home, there's gonna be a lot tonight. Now for the werewolf. Paint it. It is an animal, after all."

A can's chucked across and some of the humans guffaw as one of them starts to spray.

"Should tag their ears as well. We're slaughtering them like livestock apparently, after all. Isn't that what those activists say?"

"Those idiots should be hunted too. Their views are too backward to let them live."

Amanda. They're talking about Amanda and others like her. That's the final straw for Edith. The hunters have slackened their grip and she focuses, ripping her arms free. She grabs the nearest hunter and sinks her fangs into his neck.

Oh, she hasn't had blood directly from a human in so long. Shame it's tainted by bitter alcohol but it's so warm, warm and pumping. She doesn't have time to drink the full hunter, instead turning to the next.

She's quick enough that they don't start screaming and fighting until she's on her third hunter.

It all becomes a bit of a blur after that. She comes out of a daze, stomach full of warm human blood, injured a little possibly, when the remaining hunters are all dead on the ground.

Good.

She's surprised she managed it actually, she thought she was trained better. But Mistress Kara was in danger.

Edith approaches Mistress Kara, careful not to touch any silver on the way. She's still pawing at the diluted silver, and Edith touches her snout cautiously. She shouldn't touch her owner in this way but she has to. The silver burns as she attempts to brush some off.

"Mistress Kara? Are you here?"

Mistress Kara yips at her, still pawing at her snout. The hunters didn't manage to get much spray paint on her before Edith killed her, that's good. About the only good thing, aside from them not being dead.

"We need to go home. Can you lead the way? This vampire does not know it."

Mistress Kara stops pawing herself and stares at Edith, and Edith repeats herself calmly. After a few minutes she seems to understand.

Well, almost.

She sniffs the air, and limps her way over to a large skip. Edith follows.

Oh. She didn't realise where Mistress Kara's belongings had gone. She thought the hunters had taken them or maybe she just hadn't thought at all. She pulls them out, swinging the backpack over her shoulders, holding her ear defenders in one hand.

They're not too bad. A bit smelly, and damp, but they'll be okay.

"Thank you, Mistress Kara."

Mistress Kara yips again, pressing her snout up against Edith's palm, and starts limping down the road.

Mistress Kara was right earlier, it isn't far, and Molly comes bounding up when Edith unlocks the door. She strokes the dog's head and drops the backpack in the hallway, grateful at least that they didn't bring Molly. Molly isn't hurt.

"Hello Molly. Mistress Kara, Edith is going to wash your fur, if that is acceptable, and then comb it out. It should get the silver out. Edith has done it on hair before, but not fur." Edith pauses momentarily. "Edith does not know how much you understand in this form, but please be lenient on this vampire. Edith understands this vampire needs to be punished for pretending she has agency but it is an emergency."

Mistress Kara whines, and Edith leads the way to the bathroom, Mistress Kara's snout pressed into her cupped hand. She wonders whether it's something to do with the familiar smell, if it's somehow distracting or grounding.

"Edith will make the shower warm but you do not have to wait, Mistress Kara." She strips down to her underwear and picks up the grooming brush, stepping into the shower. The water is freezing when she turns it on, but she stands under it anyway, washing off the silver that's made its way onto her. Slaves shouldn't waste warm water on themselves. But she has to wash herself, because it's more effective to help Mistress Kara if she is not also burning.

That's what she tells herself anyway. She shouldn't be cleaning herself without Mistress Kara's permission, if Mistress Kara wants her to stay with silver on her for any reason that's her prerogative. Mistress Kara will punish her later for her audacity, she's sure. She has to.

Mistress Kara bounds into the shower before it's warm and stands under the shower, turning round and round in circles. She lets out a happy yip.

"Edith will brush your silver out, Mistress Kara," says Edith, "will you stay still so this vampire can?"

Mistress Kara stills, vibrating in place and sticking her snout out. Edith takes the hint and carefully rubs it with a cloth, taking care to reach everywhere and get out every fleck and drip of silver.

The bright red burns stay. They'll be there when she transforms back to human form, Edith knows, and she only hopes they don't scar.

Then she cleans Mistress Kara's ears, careful of the burns that make her owner let out quiet, pained whines. It's not fair, she's so nice, far nicer than she should be to a vampire like Edith, but she keeps being hurt.

"Edith is going to brush your fur now if that is acceptable."

Mistress Kara tilts her head up into the stream of water, washing her eyes out. Edith crouches down and brushes her methodically. She uses Mistress Kara's nice shampoo and conditioner, careful to catch all the snags in her fur and all the silver, liquid and solid and scraps. So many strands are coated and Edith has to scrape them out by hand. It hurts but she doesn't mind, it's what she's for. The pain's nowhere near as bad as the burning brand on her cheek anyway. The transferred silver flecks are washed off now, but it still burns.

She's trying not to think about the brand. If the silver had been pressed there much longer she'd have a hole in her cheek, and she could start to heal but she can't drink without Mistress Kara's permission. Her healing will be slower, then.

She gently holds the werewolf's paws up as she cleans them one by one, gentle with the toes that have been cut, scrubbing the edges of her pads thoroughly. There's not so much silver on them, only the bits she transferred herself, but anything on the ground could've been covered in silver, Edith doesn't know. So she cleans everything carefully.

"Is there anything else this vampire needs to clean?" Edith asks uncertainly. In answer, Mistress Kara jumps out of the shower and shakes herself off. Edith rubs her with a towel, and then quickly towels herself off and dresses. Mistress Kara won't want to see her naked if she doesn't have to. Right? Right.

She is not sure where the burn cream is kept, unfortunately. She hopes Mistress Kara can forgive her.

"You should rest, Mistress Kara. You will be all right now." Mistress Kara nudges her hand, and she's taken aback, despite all the past kindness she's received from her. "You would like this vampire to come with you?" The werewolf yips. "This vampire will come then."

Mistress Kara bounds ahead and jumps onto her bed. Edith tries to lie on the floor or at least at the foot of Mistress Kara's bed, but Mistress Kara tugs at her until she's in the middle, the werewolf curled around her.

It's very warm and comfortable, and Mistress Kara falls asleep quickly. Edith has to resist the urge to join her – although she has finished most of her job, she cannot leave anything incomplete. It doesn't matter how little she's slept recently, or how comfortable she is here, she is a slave and needs to finish working before she's allowed to rest. Besides, Mistress Kara didn't say she was allowed to sleep.

_

There's sunlight filtering through the curtains when Kara wakes.

Her memories of the night before are vague at first, although she remembers the terror and pain. The longer she's awake in her human form though, the clearer the memories become. The hunters. Edith defending her and being hurt for it. The silver. The smell of Edith helping her back to herself. Edith tending to her.

Kara's face and hands still sting, despite Edith's best efforts. The injuries will heal with time, but they might scar. She'll have to check them over.

She's so much less stiff than usual after a transformation, though. Edith didn't just remove the silver, she did it so thoroughly, so carefully. Even her tailbone isn't aching as much as it should after her tail was yanked like that, and her hair is shiny and so soft. It gives Kara hope that the vampire's not just scared of her, she might actually care too.

God, Kara hopes so. She doesn't want to force Edith to stay with someone she's scared of. She'd never want that. She is not like her owner was.

A thought strikes her suddenly. Oh. Oh, god. She's curled up, in her human form, naked around Edith. She scrambles to her feet, face heating, remembering her insistence that Edith sleep with her. Okay. Okay. Edith won't think anything of it, right?

She hopes fervently that she doesn't. The first (and last) time Kara accidentally made an innuendo about having sex with Edie, she'd panicked and hidden for a week.

Time to look at her injuries, she supposes. The vampire's still asleep, and she heads to the bathroom, fully expecting to need to clean it. There was a lot of mess. But it's sparkling.

Oh, Edie. Of course. Kara feels a pang of gratefulness mixed with sorrow. She's not sure she could deal with cleaning it today but at the same time, she knows why Edie did it. Why she would've thought it was her job. She would've cleaned instead of sleeping.

Kara tilts her head to either side as she looks in the mirror. Her injuries don't look too bad. Edith must've gotten most of the silver off before it had a chance to burn her too much. It takes longer to burn her than Edith, after all.

She pads groggily into the kitchen and picks up a couple of blood cartons for Edith. She won't have eaten without express permission either.

When she gets back to her room, Kara tucks her weighted blanket around the small vampire, smiling helplessly as she pulls it tighter around herself, nuzzling into it. She's so sweet, Kara doesn't understand how anyone could want to harm her.

She needs to contact Amanda, tell her they're safe. Her phone was in her rucksack, and Edith unpacked that. Where would she have put it?

On the bedside table, apparently. Kara slides it onto her hand, muttering into it until she has a coherent message for Amanda. She's just sent it when she notices the breaking news alert.

Oh, god, why does she leave those on? Actually she knows why, but last night was not the night for them.

Vampire nest destroyed in Hunting Night raid

She sinks down on the floor under the window, hugging her knees to her chest and watching Edith. She doesn't even bother to open the article, slamming her phone into the carpet with a soft thump. She knows what it'll say.

She's exhausted. All the hate... it's too much. How can humans hate so many species so viciously, so thoughtlessly? How do they have the capacity for it? To kill and maim so many, and barely mention it, barely care. They don't even bother to try and get the terms right.

Not all humans, she reminds herself forcefully. Not all. People like Amanda... they care. But they don't always make it out alive.

She pulls herself up small, blinking back tears. Today they rest. Today the volunteers recover the bodies and count the missing and mark the dead. Kara and Edith will both start to heal, some scars fading faster than others. They're luckier than some. At least they're both still here.

Tomorrow the community remembers. The names go on the wall, in a vigil broadcast live from the Isle of Man, and they remember, and they grieve. Those they knew, those they didn't. Humans, non-humans. The vampire den on the news will only be the start of last night's casualties.

And then they'll try their best to survive another year.

Kara looks down at Edith, snuffling in her sleep, and amends that sentence.

She will keep Edith safe for another year.

And another, and another. And hopefully they can both stay safe for the rest of their lives.

#whumpgirlsummer #fantasy whump #waw2023 #whump #whump writing #caretaker and whumpee #multiple whumpees #multiple whumpers #whumper and whumpee #protective whumpee #protective caretaker #whumpee turned caretaker #caretaker turned whumpee #sam and lucan #kara oc #edith oc #molly oc #non human whumpee #non human caretaker #werewolf whump #vampire whump #vampire whumpee #werewolf whumpee #vampire caretaker #werewolf caretaker #scared whumpee #whumpee thinks caretaker is new whumper #sadistic whumper #lady whump #heed the warnings

[cuteangsty]

Whump prompt 4#

[tw: self harm]

Whumpee is already with caretaker, but they can't understand the fact they don't have to be punished anymore, so they start to think it's a test and begin to punish themselves.

Whumpee

They usually use anything in their environment to "punish themselves", especially human whumpees, they are quite adaptable.

Avian whumpees mostly scratch their thighs, wrists and wings, pulls feathers.

Vampire whumpees bite themselves or try to eat chunks of their own skin.

Werewolf whumpees also try to eat their own skin or scratch themselves.

Caretaker

Caretaker is horrified when they witness it. They had been noticing the new bruises/ cuts/ bites, but they never would have expected this.

They try to explain once again that punishment is not needed, that whumper won't punish them.

Caretaker tries to help whumpee get clean from self harming, little by little. Telling them to not cut/ bite/ etc... Only 10 times, then only 5... Until they can be clean.

Whumper

If Whumper ever gets to see this happen, they are initially interested in such reaction.

Whumper asks whumpee what kind of punishment do they think they deserve and then tell them to do it.

They make whumpee count the wounds made by themselves and even turn it into a competition.

Later he starts to get bored of it and yells at whumpee that "only they can hurt whumpee" or "they can't even do that right"

#tw: self half #whumper #whumpee #whumplr #caretaker #whump prompt #whump #avian whumpee #avian whump #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #werewolf whumpee #werewolf whump #human whumpee #non human whump #whump prompts #mine #pet whump #whump drabble #whump writing

[cakeinthevoid]

You Called

Whumptober No. 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”

Recording | Made to Watch | “It should have been me.” (1, kind of 2)

Content: Transformation whump, forced transformation, removed(??) whump, werewolf whumpee

as soon as I thought I could write short pieces my brain went nope! and also my brain went nope! for all of whumptober so i'm defo not completing it this year. it was fun while it lasted :))

“Kuza, you’re gonna want to see this.” 

Detective Kuza sighed. He really didn’t. 

“Bring it over, then,” he muttered. 

“Stop being lazy and come over here,” Smriti snapped. She had worked alongside the detective long enough to stop tolerating his dramatic apathy. 

Kuza kicked his feet out, pushing his chair back with enough force for it to roll across the room and stop about a meter from Smriti’s desk. 

“You called?” He drawled.

His partner ignored him, simply pressing a key to play a video on her monitor. 

The frame nearly took up the whole screen, leaving room on the right for what looked like a computer terminal on a separate window. 

Kuza turned to Smriti. “Is this the—“

“Shh,” She shushed him, despite the lack of audio.

He turned back in time to see a figure drag in a box nearly his size into the room. Otherwise the room looked bare. Concrete. Grey. 

The figure left hurriedly as soon as they got the box in the centre of the room.

Now that the camera could focus on the box, Kuza could make out a serial number on its edge: LW1X—9K23. 

Shit. Smriti was right. 

There was a few frames of the box in the room where he wasn’t sure if it was still playing. Everything was still. 

And then the box burst open from the inside. A blur of motion, and the huge wooden crate was in pieces on the floor. 

The creature bounced around the room, wall to wall before slowing down and pacing in a circle on all fours. 

Even in his wolf form, Kuza recognized him. 

Avery Muton. One of his closest friends who was currently living in Kuza’s sister’s guest room. Still recovering, weeks later.

He didn’t react. He just watched the tape play. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Smriti trying to glean something from his face. 

Back on the screen, Avery was howling. Then something got his attention; he started sniffing the air. With his head turned upward, Kuza saw a thick metal collar gleaming on his throat. 

Kuza’s eyes went to the other tab on the screen; white code and numbers started to appear, scrolling down. That was Smriti’s area of expertise. 

He could still read though, so when ACTIVATED came up in all caps, he looked back to the main screen in dreadful anticipation.

Avery crumpled and twisted in pain, fangs bared. Kuza found himself grateful there was no audio. The camera became fuzzy for a few moments as his distress increased, and then Kuza came to a dreadful realization, watching Avery paw at his head and snout. 

They were trying to force a transformation. 

“Do you know what date this was recorded?”

Smriti scrolled up in the terminal. “If I understood the cipher correctly, this was October 6th of this year. Or that could just be the date it was uploaded to the folder,” she admitted. 

Kuza moved to stop the playback, but Smriti stopped him. 

“There’s more—“

“Were they successful?” 

“What?”

“Did they change it into a human?” 

“Technically no, but—“

“Then I don’t need to see it,” he snapped coldly. 

Smriti continued. “Technically no,” she emphasized, “but look,” she gestured to the screen. 

Avery had stopped writhing around. He lay on the floor, panting heavily, ears twitching. 

He flinched at something. Then he struggled to his feet, swaying and trembling. He took a step forward and fell against the wall. He put a paw against the wall, as if he was going to pull himself up. 

Then he started to try and do exactly that; Avery tried to stand on his hind legs and failed miserably, face planting on the concrete. He looked painfully disoriented, jaw opening and closing, his body shuddering—

“What am I supposed to be seeing?” He asked coldly. 

“You can’t see the difference?” 

Kuza side-eyed her, unimpressed. 

“He’s in there,” she said simply. “Partial success,” she read from the bottom of the terminal. 

Good lord that actually explains so much, Kuza thought to himself amid the horror. He needed to let his sister know—if she didn’t already. Avery actually spoke with her. 

“Save it to the case file,” he said tonelessly. He rolled back to his desk. 

He had work to do. 

#whumptober2023 #no.6 #recording #made to watch #transformation whump #original content #my cake #OC #OS Kuza #OS Smriti #OS Avery #werewolf whump #whump #werewolf whumpee #yea mb folks (all two of you) I don't think I can get myself posting everything I write #didn't complete all the prompts in time and I just gotta prioritize #the challenge was fun and I'm glad I did the little bit of writing that I did #but I'm someone who really wants to write good quality stuff #and I don't think I can keep to my standards #I think I'll still post whatever I have done so far though

[faofinn]

No. 11 "All the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed."

@whumptober-archive

 Animal Trap | Captivity | "No one will find you."

While the staff at ARC had been nothing but nice, Harrison felt stifled by it all. Steve had been there for him from the start, since the small cat he'd tucked under his arm after his parents had almost killed him. He'd even opened his house to him, let him stay in the spare room, even let him choose what he wanted to do with it. He didn't seem to care about his problems, or rather, the problems he created. Instead, he was a steady presence, there to pick the pieces up when things went wrong (which they so often did).

The only other wolf near his age that stayed over the summer was a slightly older boy named Fao. He had a younger brother too, Finn, who seemed to cause more mischief than the two combined, but never seemed to mean it. 

Despite a rather rocky start between the two, which definitely didn't see Harrison’s wolf pinned and whining under Fao's, they'd become inseparable over the summer. When term time started again, it was only natural for them to share a dorm, and it shut their begging up. 

Normally the school didn't have any problems from the surrounding town, but it seemed someone had it out for them. The farms nearby had livestock go missing, houses had their gardens trashed, the bins strewn across the streets. The Daniels were adamant that it wasn't the school's students causing problems, but the repeated meetings were met with deaf ears and angry people. 

While the grounds had plenty of space for those students who had their wolf to shift and explore, their areas got smaller and smaller with the accusations. It wasn’t ideal, but they had to keep the kids safe, they had to come first. Fred, on one of his morning walks had come across a trap, and he saw red. It hadn't even been a humane trap, easily set off by a branch, and the branch snapped in two. While he put the notice to the school, warning against any shifting outside of the school buildings, he headed to the mayor's office, beyond furious. 

His attempt was met with almost boredom, and they refused to do anything about it. The land was council owned, it wasn’t their problem. Fred was far from happy, but standing there wasn't doing anything. He needed to go higher, but his students were priority. 

The assembly had everyone on edge, though it had been watered down for the younger years, an attempt to not worry them as much. The severity and seriousness of the situation had the older years worried, the reality of life outside the school not one they wanted to deal with.

Fao got on well with Harrison, they’d solidified a friendship quickly and were even quicker to start mischief in class, once the initial hostility had been dissipated. They often snuck out together at night, enjoying the land around the school, and even as the borders got tighter, they used it to let off some steam. Even after they’d been told basically not to go out at all, of course they’d not listened. They were going crazy cooped up inside, classes getting harder and stress building, and they needed to get out. Sometimes they stayed human, sometimes wolf, sometimes a mix. It didn’t matter really. They enjoyed themselves all the same. 

They’d slipped out that night as wolves, Fao challenging Harrison to a race through the trees. They knew where they’d be safe, and they were careful, darting through the undergrowth, tails raised happily. 

Harrison chased after Fao, his three legs not really slowing him down. He stretched out, gaining on the other wolf until he could leap at him, pulling him to the ground. It was all play, and he was sure Fao would return the favour. 

They tumbled, Fao yelping as Harrison knocked him over. It turned quickly into a playful growl, wrapping his legs around him to keep him close as they scrapped. 

Harrison growled in response, teeth nipping where he could. There was no heat, just play, just getting rid of all the pent up energy. 

They were probably being too loud, but Fao didn’t care, too caught up enjoying the game. He countered Harrison’s nips with his own, all just play, no malice, and he was careful not to catch the skin underneath his thick fur. 

With a happy yap, Harrison broke free, bounding ahead of Fao with his tail wagging. He paused a second for Fao to catch up, though sidestepped at the last minute, darting off. There was a sudden explosion of pain down his right front leg, cold metal biting into flesh. He could feel the snap, his leg forcing everything else to a sharp stop. He screamed in pain, writhing around and trying to get it off.

Fao chased after him, skidding to a stop as Harrison screamed, the snap of the trap echoing in Fao’s ears. His instinct was to panic, to run away, but he couldn’t. Harrison needed to stop moving, he was going to make it worse. Eyes flicking around, he didn’t see another, and he moved as close as he could, burying his nose in Harrison’s fur. The scent of blood and pain was overwhelming, but he had to try. Hars. Stop. Stop. Worse. He did his best to communicate, sending him an image of him still, the pain better. He had to try. 

At Fao's nose in his side, he yelped again, scared and in pain. Panting heavily, he did his best to listen, looking to Fao with wide, terrified eyes.

It was working, thank god. Fao tried to reassure him, pressed up against him, despite the fact his heart was racing. How the hell was he going to get him out? He didn’t want to shift, but he wasn’t sure if he’d have a choice. 

Harrison was getting dizzy, the overwhelming scent of blood making him feel sick. It took him back to places he didn't want to think about and he shook his head, trying to get away from it. 

Fao did his best, moving to bite at the trap, desperately trying to get Harrison free, even when blood coated his tongue. 

Harrison let out a low whine, his nose pressed to the dirt. His other paw batted at Fao, trying to get the pain to stop. Everything was foggy, everything felt so wrong, and he hated it. He wanted out, so he tried, pulling away as he snapped and snarled. 

Fao pulled back, snarling in response just out of instinct. He wasn’t trying to make it worse, he was trying to help. 

Harrison jerked away from Fao's snarl, the metal only digging further into skin. He could feel himself slipping, losing the fight against the pain. His head hit the dirt as he passed out, the blackness a welcome relief from the pain.

Harrison’s unconsciousness was as much of a relief as it was worrying. Unconscious, he wasn’t thrashing, making his wound worse, but it also compounded how unwell he was, how bad this injury was. Fao bit at the trap again, growling to himself frustratedly. He needed help, but he couldn’t leave Harrison.

As he slowly came back round, the pain was immense. He jerked away, his body not under his control as he shivered and shifted. That only made things worse, and he screamed. He couldn't focus on Fao in front of him, just the pain. He was going to die. He could feel it.

Shit. The fact he’d shifted made it ten times worse, the metal of the trap biting into his arm, already a bloody mess. He had no idea if there were cameras around, checking traps, but he didn’t have a choice. He had to shift too. Even in his panic, he managed it, and with shaking hands he forced the jaws of the trap apart. It made the bleeding worse, but it stopped Harrison from doing any more damage as he thrashed about. 

“Harrison. Hars.” Fao said, his tone insistent. “It’s okay, you’ll be okay. I need to go and get help, okay? I’ll come back.”

His screaming slowly died down, drifting somewhere between conscious and not. Maybe he was still screaming, he wasn't sure of anything any more. Fao's words were lost to him, but as he reached for his friend, he was gone. That was it, then. He was going to die, alone and in the dirt.

Fao hated leaving Harrison. He wanted to stay, he really did, but he didn’t have a choice. He couldn’t fix this here. He shifted back, knowing he’d be faster on four paws than two feet, and pelted back to the school. He was going to be in so much trouble for this, but that didn’t matter. Harrison was more important. When he got back to the building, he shifted again, pulling on the pair of boxers he’d stashed outside, and then headed in. “Fred! Steve! Sheila!” 

Fred appeared first, frowning at his semi-naked son. "What the fuck is going on?"

“Get Steve, now. Hars is hurt.”

"Where is he? What happened?"

Steve had already heard Fao's shouts, and stuck his head around the door. "What's going on?"

Chest heaving, Fao looked at him. “It’s Hars. He- he got caught in one of the stupid fucking traps in the woods. I know we weren’t supposed to be out, I know, but we were being careful, I know where most of them are now, please don’t be mad. But he got his leg caught and then he shifted and it’s so so bad, he’s bleeding a lot and I didn’t have anything to stop it with and I hated leaving him and I’m worried but I had to go, I had to get help. I got him out of it, so he can’t do any more damage, but he needs help, needs it now.”

Steve didn't move for a moment, his mind reeling. If Fao was that worried, it must be bad. "Right. Fred, call BWH, tell them we've got a major trauma, we need someone here yesterday. I'll head back with Fao, get Sheila to get the rest of the kit, I'll meet her here. Towels, blankets, whatever you've got, try and get them warmed." 

Fred nodded. Their punishment could wait. "On it."

Steve turned back to Fao. "You know the way?"

He nodded. “Like the back of my hand. It’s quicker as wolf, but we can get there on foot. We’ll need torches, though.”

"We'll go as wolf. I can carry the kit." They didn't have time to waste. "Come on, let's go."

“I can carry kit too.” Fao said, still full of adrenaline that made his hands shake.  

"If you can." He nodded, rushing to the front door. They kept emergency kit there, after a few too many incidents over the summer, and Steve was beyond glad they had. He shoved it over his shoulders, making sure it was loose enough, and then shifted, landing as a wolf.

Fao grabbed a bag too, chucking it over his shoulders and shifting again. It was a lot of energy to flit back and forth, but it was their only option. The bag was heavy on his back, but better that than have no kit when they got to Hars. He bounded into the woods, eyes keen in the dark, and followed the scents to Harrison, overwhelmed by the smell of blood and fear as they grew closer. 

Harrison was all too still as they approached, covered in blood and barely breathing. His arm was held to his chest, but the blood continued to ooze. 

Steve shifted as soon as he could, dropping to his knees and throwing the kit next to him. He reached for his pulse, relieved as he found one. 

"Hars, just hold on. You're gonna be okay." He all but begged, trying to get a look at his arm. "I'm sorry, this is going to hurt."

Fao was quick, digging around in the kit for a torch, as well as a couple of the blankets they kept in there. They would be back at the house soon with more, but it was something. He covered Harrison the best he could, aware the cold wouldn’t help at all, and then dug through the kit to find supplies he thought Steve might need, anything that looked familiar. 

The amount of blood turned Steve's stomach, and the mess of skin and tissue was just awful. He paused for a second before grabbing for the tourniquet. The amount he was losing wasn't okay, but he'd be better losing his hand than his life. 

The pain seemed to get worse, and Harrison was screaming before he realised it was him. His body threatened to shift again, but he didn't have the energy to give into it. His eyes were far from human as he snarled, showing his teeth. 

Fao held the torch, giving Steve light to work with as he tried his best to help. Harrison’s snarl set his own wolf on edge, but he pushed it aside. This was too important to lose his head over. 

“We’re helping Hars, you’re okay. I know it hurts, I know.”

Harrison tried twisting away from Steve, desperate for the pain to stop. He whined, panting with the pain as he struggled to stay conscious. 

"Fao. Fao?" Steve tried again. "Hey, I know he's a lot right now, I know, okay? But I need you to try and help him, try and calm him down a little. Whatever the two of you normally do, whatever usually helps, I need you to try."

Fao looked up, his mouth dry. “Yeah, I can… I can try.”

"You've got this."

He made a noise. He wasn’t so sure. He settled at Harrison’s head, and then reached out a shaking hand to stroke through his hair. “Hey, Tomcat. It’s me, it’s Fao. You got yourself in a whole load of bother. I know I was winning, but you didn’t need to do this. It’s okay, we’re gonna get you sorted. Just try and breathe, that’s all you’ve gotta do. Keep breathing. I know it hurts, I know, but you’ve got to stay with us. You can’t shift again. I’m right here. Just think about that. The two of us by the river this summer, when you pushed me in? I was so mad, it was freezing, and you just stood there, tail wagging.” He sent him that image, though it was much harder person to person, he could just about manage. “And after, when we sunbathed, and you laid your head on me and fell asleep, all warm and cosy. We nearly missed dinner, I thought Sheila was gonna kill us. But it was worth it, to snooze in the sun with you.” That was what he sent next, warm sun in their fur, the weight of Harrison’s head on him, how it felt to drift off together, tired and content. 

It helped more than Fao realised, more than he'd ever know. He leaned into his touch, his screaming finally stopped. He looked up at Fao, grateful he'd had at least one summer he'd been glad to be alive for. His voice was rough from screaming, his throat raw.

"Wolfie. Thank you."

“It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.” He soothed. “I’m here, I’ve got you.”

He shook his head slightly. He knew it wasn't going to be, but he'd made his peace with that. The summer with Fao had been worth it. He let his eyes close, though it wasn't entirely by choice.

Fao leaned forwards to kiss his forehead. “We’re gonna help, you’re going to be okay. Promise.”

Steve leaned back. "I've done as much as I can here. We need to get him back."

“How are we going to do that?”

"I'll carry him." He passed Fao his phone. "I need you to go ahead, hopefully the BWH medics are there. Give them that, they can have a look at it before we get there. Okay?"

Fao nodded, grabbing the kit again and throwing it over his shoulders, shifting and taking Steve’s phone in his mouth. He’d be quicker that way, and he could be delicate with it. He pelted through the woods, the path even more familiar now, and he skidded to a stop at the doors, shifting again and struggling to find his boxers where he’d left them before. He’d managed to smear more blood on Steve’s phone, as well as some drool, but he quickly wiped it off. 

Sheila met Fao at the doors, scanning over him. "Are you okay?"

“Fine.” He said breathlessly, still feeling more wolf than human, his brain struggling to keep up. “Steve… Steve’s coming. Are they here yet? The medics?”

"They're almost here." She nodded. "Can we get you cleaned up?"

He shrugged, before he looked down. There was mud spattered up his arms and legs, mixed with streaks of blood, and he was drenched in sweat. “‘M fine, I need to talk to the medics.”

"You're covered in blood, Fao. You won't be able to go anywhere. Please, two minutes."

“Steve told me to go ahead and meet them, so they know what to expect. I’ve… I’ve got the pictures on his phone.”

"And they're not here just yet. I'll call you as soon as they are, I promise. But, you'll want to go with him, won't you?"

“Don’t know if I can stay human.” He admitted. 

"That's okay. You can stay with me, if you'd prefer. We've always got meds."

“I don’t know.”

"It's okay. You're doing so well." She pulled him in for a hug, ignoring the state of him. "I'm proud of you."

He pulled back, a wildness in his eyes. “No, you shouldn’t be.”

"Hey, hey, it's okay. You're alright."

He shook his head. “No.”

"Fao. Breathe, it's okay."

“No, no.”

"Fao, come on. You can do this." She leaned away, her voice light. "Fred? Can you grab my red bag?"

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He whined, stepping back. “I know I fucked up.”

"No, no, no. Fao, sweetheart. You're okay. I'm not mad, nobody's mad. You're safe."

His wolf prickled at his skin. Why weren’t the medics here yet? Steve said they’d be here. Harrison didn’t have time to wait. “I’m sorry.”

"I know, but it's okay. I promise, it's okay." She turned to see Fred. "Ah, brill. Do we have any Q's? Can you grab me one?" 

He backed away from her, eyes wide. His chest still heaved, his hands were still covered in Harrison’s blood, drying on his skin. He was supposed to be helping. Why wasn’t he helping? Why wouldn’t she let him? 

"Hey, Fao. Why don't we clean those hands, mm? Just before the medics get here, so you can tell them all you need to, yeah? Can you let me come sit with you?" 

Fred offered the kid a smile, discretely sneaking Sheila what she'd asked for while passing her the wipes. "I'm going to go get the gate, okay? They'll be here soon."

“I’m sorry.” He whimpered, more of a whine. “Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry.”

She knelt, inviting him to do the same. "I'm not going to hurt you."

“We were being careful, needed to run off steam, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, please. I’ll be better.”

"I know you were being careful, you always are. I don't blame you for wanting to get out there. It's okay. Sit with me, sweetheart?"

Reaching a hand out behind him, Fao realised he’d hit the wall. He couldn’t go back any more. He could maybe run past Sheila, but Fred was around, he’d easily catch him. He was stuck. He had no choice but to kneel, eyes flicking around the room. 

"Hey, there we go. Well done. That's really well done." She praised, offering the wipes. "Here, just to clean your hands."

He stretched out to take it suspiciously, roughly wiping the dirt and blood off of his hands. It didn’t do much, not really. It stuck to him, under his nails, the lines on his skin. 

Sheila shuffled closer. "Can I help? "

He flinched. “No. Please don’t touch me.”

"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." She said softly. "I'm just gonna sit here."

“Don’t touch me.” He repeated. 

"I'm just sitting here. Not doing anything. Want another wipe?" She held it out to him. 

He took it like it was going to burn him, hands shaking, and scrubbed to try and get the rest of the blood and dirt off, still looking at Sheila.

"That's it, you're doing great. You're okay, I'm not mad."

There was still some blood caught around his nails, but he couldn’t get rid of it and he was struggling to keep it together enough to do it. “‘M sorry.”

"You're okay." She repeated softly. "Can I help yet?"

“I don’t need help.” Fao grumbled. “I need the medics to get here.”

"They're not here yet. I need to help you, you need to get him under control."

“I need to shift and stay that way.” Fao whined, but he knew he couldn’t. “Too much back and forth.”

"I know, I know. Can I help?"

He shook his head. “No.”

"Fao, I need you to reason with me, yeah? I'm trying to keep you in control, trying to let you make the decisions, but you're going to hurt yourself if you don't let me help." Her voice was soft but firm. "The best way you can help Harrison right now is to help yourself."

“I’m fine. Steve said I had to speak to the medics, I’ll speak to them and then shift and it’ll be fine.”

"You're not going to make it waiting for them." She said. "I can feel it from here. Hell, you're making me struggle with it, I can't imagine what it's doing to you. You've been through so much this evening, you're doing so well."

As much as she hated it, she knew Fao wasn't going to hold on much longer, let alone have a coherent conversation with the medics. She rocked backwards, taking a moment to breathe and prepare herself. She hated doing it, but the kids had to come first, even if they didn't realise. 

"I'm really sorry you had to go through all this. You're okay, you're gonna be just fine." It was a well practised movement, a swift jab to his thigh with the injector with one hand, the other to make sure he didn't lash out and bite her again. 

Fao’s eyes narrowed as she moved closer to him, his wolf bristling with suspicion and fear. It was warranted, too, because he felt the bite of the needle in his thigh, and yelped, quickly turning into a growl. The surprise sent him over the edge, shifting, his paws scrabbling on the floor. 

"Easy, sweetheart." She soothed, sighing as he shifted. She'd obviously waited too long to get close to him, but the sedation would work either way. "You're okay."

The sedation worked quickly, and turned Fao’s thoughts to syrup. He whined, flopping onto the floor, his paws no longer working to hold him up.

She slowly reached for him, her hand in his fur. "There you go. You've done so well. You're just a snoozy pup now, eh?"

He whined again, feeling wrong and the fear building. Her hand in his fur made him flinch at first, but he soon relaxed under her touch.

"There, that's better, huh?" She kept her voice soft, her words as gentle as her touch. "You're doing so well.'

He shuffled closer, seeking the contact now. All the fight had drained out of him, he was exhausted, and every time he closed his eyes he could see Hars in the dark, smell the blood. 

She stroked across his nose, working her way to his ears. It was obvious what he was thinking about and her heart broke with each small whine. She clicked at him. 

"Hey, come here, yeah? Come on." She opened her arms. 

He wriggled closer, laying his head in her lap. His tail wagged slowly, and he fought to keep his eyes open, overwhelmed. 

She bundled him into her arms, holding him close. She pressed a kiss to his nose, murmuring softly to him. The sirens had only grown louder, and the tyres crunched on gravel as the medics pulled in. With a little struggle, she made it to her feet, Fao still in her arms.

He grumbled as she picked him up, but didn’t struggle, nestling into her. His ears flicked at the noise of the medics, but he couldn’t find the energy to care about it, the meds too strong. 

Fao seemed content enough in her arms as she updated the medics, showing them the videos and photos from the phone. It was more than a little concerning, worse than they'd hoped, and the glances they shared worried Sheila. There was nothing they could do until Steve got there, and the silence they stood in was deafening. 

Steve arrived with Harrison thankfully not long after, his son in an absolute state and not getting any better. Fao, even through his haze, could tell things were bad, and stretched out to try and see him, be able to say bye before they got him in the ambulance. 

Sheila kept Fao from the fuss until they were sorted enough. They were going to knock him out, but Sheila knew he'd want to say bye to his friend. She headed over with Fao in her arms, talking softly to the wolf as she tried to explain what they were doing. She held him out enough for him to stretch his nose and touch Hars. 

Harrison flinched at the wet nose against his cheek, making a small noise in surprise. He managed to crack his eyes open, though they quickly rolled again. His last thought, the furthest thing from private, had been Fao. 

Fao worried for Hars, through the haze of drugs in his own head, Sheila’s words meant something, but not as much as he’d wanted. He could tell Hars was thinking of him, his thoughts loud and obvious, and his tail wagged softly.

#whumptober 2023 #No. 11 “All the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed.” #animal trap #oc #fic #whump writing #whump prompt #faolan blackwood #harrison cunningham #fred daniels #steve cunningham #sheila daniels #werewolf whump #ARCC au #boarding school au #whump of a minor #caught in a trap #werewolves #whump #blood loss #sedation #fao just loses it bless him #but sheila has sleepy juice so its all good lol

[whumpering-heights]

Werewolf story

A/N: I apologize for hopping from story to story, but this one has interested me. I have ideas planned for poor Paul here, so this might continue later. >:}

CWs: minor whumpee, (starts below read more) animal attack, gore/blood/injury, religion mention (historical setting), mention of eye injury, gunshot wound, he/it pronouns for transformed nonhuman whumper-ee.

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With every minute, the dusk approached, and Paul grew wearier.

Even if he hadn’t meticulously kept track of the days, he could feel it in his bones: tonight was a full moon.

It would be fine, he was sure. He was deep in the forest, so he’d hunt a deer or one of the rabbits in the field. His monstrous form wouldn’t feel the need to run the risk of attacking cattle or, god forbid, a human.

Through the trees, the warm light of sunset pulled long, blue shadows over the ground. It would almost be beautiful, if it didn’t herald his transformation.

Paul sighed. At least the routine was familiar by now. He hid his pack under some bushes, marking the nearest tree using his small knife. Once, he’d misplaced and lost his gear for a whole week. Let’s hope his other self didn’t wander too far, this time.

He’d save undressing till the last minute, as the air was chilly. It seemed the weather got colder each year, and his bad leg ached from it. Some mornings, he’d wake to find frost in his beard, even though it was already April. Not a good time to be a vagrant, but well, what choice did he have.

He was about to sit down and eat some of his jerky to prepare for a long night, when his nose picked up the smell of something warm and alive. It smelled human.

“Uhm, excuse me?”

Paul spun around, blood turned to icy slurry in his veins. But sure enough, there it was, the worst possible thing to see so close to a full moon: a child. He was a slender boy, barely three handfuls, looking up at him with tear-tracked ruddy cheeks and watery brown eyes.

“Oh, God no...” Paul muttered in horror. He looked at the child with a concern that bordered on fury.

“What in all the seven hells are you doing in the woods at this hour, child!”

The boy backed away, his brows lowering to a petulant scowl.

“There’s no need to scold me, mister, my parents will do so plenty. I just wanted to ask if you knew the way out.”

The boy didn’t even recognize the danger it was in. He’d be lucky if he lived to get a scolding. Paul felt tears of fear spring to his eyes.

He was such easy prey, and there was no way he could get far enough before the wolf within Paul came out and tracked his scent.

He looked at the setting sun. So little time...!

“Christ on a stick, you stupid child,” he cursed.“You’ve got a weapon on you, at least?”

The boy shook his head, his face growing pale, and Paul unsheathed and tossed him his own blade. It landed in the leaves with a small thud. It was barely bigger than his hand, so at least the kid would be able to wield it.

Though the child was foolish, he seemed to understand the urgency of it all, and picked up the blade.

Paul grabbed his rope from his pack and tied it around a sturdy tree, then made a loop partway down the excess length.

“Listen to me very carefully, boy. Things are about to get... strange. Whatever you do, do not run! Back away slowly, and-and flap your arms about, try to scare it off.”

“Scare what off?” The boy’s voice raised in pitch, the crack of prepubescence not fully gone yet.

Paul closed his eyes and prayed to God, the Devil, the beast within, or whoever else would listen. Not a child. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he hurt a child. When Paul spoke again, his voice trembled.

“I don't have time to explain. If scaring it off doesn’t work-” he pointed at the blade. “Aim for the eyes and gut. Understand?”

The boy had some bravery in him, since he gripped the knife tight. His eyes darted around, and he actually foolishly stepped closer to Paul.

“I don’t understand-”

Paul put the loop of rope around his neck, and used the last end of it to hurriedly tie his hands together, best he could. They were shaking. He pulled the knot tight with his teeth.

“I don’t have time!” he yelled through gritted teeth. “Just, repeat what I said: whatever you do, do not...?”

“Run?” the boy answered. At least he was listening.

“And if scaring it doesn’t work..?”

“E-eyes and gut, sir.”

“Attaboy.” Paul took a shaky breath. Before he had time to reassure the little boy or explain further, the sun dipped under the horizon.

As always, it started with his bones. There was an audible crack, followed by a pained grunt by Paul. The snap was followed by more, growing in speed as his transformation picked up the pace.

He always tried to keep his screams in, even more so now that there was a child present. Said child looked at him with the eyes of scared prey, gripping his tiny blade with both hands. He took a step back, and Paul glared at him with eyes that he was sure had turned yellow by now.

“N-nno running..” he warned, but it came out as a growl. His tongue felt unruly against his sharp teeth, and his jaw was beginning to expand into a muzzle.

Instead of heading his warning, the boy seemed to startle out of his shock, and turned on his heels.

Paul cursed, but before he could call after the boy, his affliction took hold. He howled, as everything shifted and grew and snapped into place. Before long, he didn’t even have the mind to worry or hope the ropes would hold. Paul was gone. The wolf was left.

It panted, as always when it awoke. The aftershocks of becoming were never pleasant. This particular awakening was even rougher than usual. There was a course rope around his neck, connecting to his front legs, and the tree behind him. It whined in confusion and annoyance.

His ears picked up a sound: something was running away from him. Prey! Juicy, warm prey, judging from the smell of it. Its muzzle watered, and he started to struggle in earnest.

His teeth made quick work of the restraints around his paws, and his sharp claws cut the rope tied to the tree. He shook off the shreds of fabric clinging to him, and sniffed for the scent.

There. He could even still see the prey, clumsily trying to outrun it. It wouldn’t.

Before long, he’d caught up with the frightened human. It didn’t even turn to face him, it just ran and cried. The wolf snapped, and closed its powerful jaws around the stubby, juicy leg. Warm, delicious blood flooded its maw, and the human fell with a cry. The wolf let go of the leg and stepped forward to finish the job, lowering its snout to the prey’s throat.

A bright pain scratched over his face, and he yelped. The prey had a small weapon, which it had swiped like a claw. It had nicked the tissue above its eye and the side of its snout. Luckily, it had missed the actual eye, but the blood made it half blind anyway. It trickled down to mix with the human blood on its maw.

Then, the wolf’s ears twitched: something was approaching. Something big. No, three of them. He’d have to stash his prize away.

He set his teeth back in the prey’s leg and tried to drag it off. The screaming this spurred in the child was nearly loud enough to drown out the gunshot.

The wolf howled in pain, as something shot through his front paw, spraying blood over his fur. Three screaming adult humans were running towards him, and he knew an encounter would hurt too much to risk. The creature might not get killed, but it still wouldn't be worth it.

Tail tucked down, the wolf ran as best he could with three legs. It was still faster than humans, but not by much. The one who’d hurt him stayed with the prey, while two others began their pursuit for him.

#whump #whumpblr #my stuff #my writing #paul the werewolf #little johnny #(thats the kids name) #(i considered leaving this on a cliffhanger but im not that cruel. not when kid whump is involved.) #(though.. as i said i do have some fun ideas for this.) #fear #werewolf whump #nonhuman whump #(does paul count as a whumpee here?? 'whumper-ee' was a good noun i think) #(ill tag it regardless though) #nonhuman whumpee #nonhuman whumper #minor whumpee #animal attack #historical whump #gore/blood/injury #mention of eye injury #gunshot wound #religion mention #anyway this is my petition to make werewolves actually frightning instead of big dogs. #and lets give the whumper-ee some FUN reasons to be hated by everyone #lmk if i missed any tags. #also damn my whump muscles are rustyyy