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jordanstrophe · 4 months

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Abandoned Whumpee

[Previous]--[Masterlist]--[Next] CW: Taken, whumper medic/forced medical whump, stitches, blood loss, defiance, restrained

The last thing whumpee saw was blood leaving their body

... And nearly all of it.

They flicked their eyes open; they were laying on a table with a light beaming on their chest. Whumper was standing next to them rummaging around equipment and didn't notice them awake.

Whumpee silently stared with a horrified gaze. They could see the gloves whumper wore, drenched and dripping with blood. They tried to climb off the table as quietly as they could, but something snagged their wrists as metal clacked together.

Whumper heard the sound, spinning around as whumpee was frozen almost half-off the table. "Easy, easy now. You just got a lot of stitches." Whumper softly spoke.

Whumpee plummeted into sheer panic. They tried to sit up, but a weight around their chest strapped them down.

"Oh no no no, take a breath, we're almost done." Whumper tried to soothe. They grabbed whumpee by the hip and pulled them back to the center of the table. They tightened the strap around whumpee's chest and gave the binds on their wrists a tug.

"Wh-y ... Why are you do-doing th- ss... Le-let me go-" Whumpee heaved. Whumper touched their forehead as whumpee flinched and squeezed their eyes shut. They hoped when they opened them next, whumper would be gone.

They ended up not being able to open them at all.

.........

Whumpee could barely blink awake. They felt numb.

They were laid on a stretcher in an infirmary; their enemies infirmary, nonetheless. There was a blanket tucked around them as whumpee frantically ripped it off and pulled their shirt up. There were perfect stitches and a well dressed wound on their side. Their right arm had a silver handcuff that bound their wrist to the bed.

Whumpee let out a long, drawn-out sigh. What had they gotten themselves into...

"How do you feel?" A voice asked.

Whumpee looked up; whumper's head was poking out from the side of the divider watching them. Whumpee almost gasped, but managed to clench their jaw instead.

"That's a cute expression. Really though, how do you feel?" Whumper came out and crossed their arms.

"You saved me." Whumpee hissed like an accusation.

"Yes, you're welcome. How do you feel." Whumper repeated more sternly.

"Why would you save me? You ... You of all people. We're enemies. You were supposed to kill me on sight." Whumpee narrowed their eyes.

Whumper sighed and dragged a hand down their face. "You still don't understand..." They sat on the bedside as whumpee tried to jump off, but the handcuff held onto their wrist. "Is that all you think you're worth? Nothing but a sacrificial cattle? A lamb for slaughter?"

"-Yes! Yes I do!" Whumpee shouted over them. "My sacrifice was worth it to me. Because I stayed back, my team is safe now. Safe from you." Whumpee snapped and leaned in. "You lost."

Whumper stared with a raised brow; they were mostly surprised whumpee had the energy to throw a fit.

"You know, you're not the only one they've left behind." Whumper shrugged. Whumpee cocked their head to the side without taking their eyes away.

"Every time we corner your team, one person always gets left behind. It's sad, really. Your team's been getting picked off one by one if you think about it. Was it your turn to die?"

Whumpee swallowed past the pit in their throat. "Look... If you saved me just to get information out of me, then I'm terribly sorry, you've wasted a lot of your time. You know I'm willing to die for them, so either get it over with, or let me go." Whumpee spoke behind clenched teeth.

"Let you go?" Whumper belted out laughing, "My darling little lamb, that would be the same as killing you!" They wiped a tear and put a hand on whumpee's knee.

"What's that supposed to mean." Whumpee swatted their hand off.

"Then let's say I let you go. You go running back to your team, they see you alive, intact and... Well, they'll assume you gave them up." Whumper pulled the blanket back around whumpee and tucked them back in.

"-And then, they'll kill you."

Whumpee's face went blank, both fists clutched the blanket, their eyes didn't cry, but glossed like they wanted to. They wished whumper was playing mind games, but there was truth in it. Their team would assume they were compromised and whumpee was the cause.

"Regardless if I left you or took you, you're dead to them. You wouldn't be welcomed back; would be one of us." Whumper poured a glass of water and nudged it into whumpee's hand. They barely reacted, they were far gone in their own thoughts.

"Now I'll ask you one more time."

"How do you feel?"

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chaotic-orphan · 2 months

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Febuwhump: Day Four

“Obedience” — @febuwhump prompt!

If this doesn’t have Ambrose’s name written all over it >:)

Intoxicating Fear — part Xi

Read part one here

Continued from here

TW: forced to obey, mentions of SH, SH implied and referred to, mentions of scars, past Whump implied, past sh implied, past sh inferred, kidnapped Whumpee, captive Whumpee, sadistic whumper,

*~*~*~*~*

Kit walked out of his room a few hours later, looking worse off than before he went in, but Ambrose didn’t question him as he walked over to the kettle and filled it with water. He just sat at the table, watching him as he moved about, doing his best to ignore Ambrose’s stares.

Ambrose had Kit’s phone in between his thumb and index finger, using his fourth finger to twirl it slowly, in a controlled motion over itself and back again.

Kit took a mug out from the cupboard above the counter, spooned three spoons of coffee into a cup clanging the metal spoon into the mug and turning to face Ambrose. He was wedged in the corner, crossing his arms over his chest as he shrugged and asked: “what?”

Ambrose smiled, “what do you mean what?”

“Don’t play coy, Ambrose,” Kit said with a groan, wiping a hand down his face. “It doesn’t suit you. I can hear your cogs turning in your brain.”

Ambrose’s smile turned coy, “isn’t that my power, Mallory?”

Kit scoffed and turned, throwing his hands in the air.

“Whatever,” he mumbled to himself as the kettle boiled, the switch flipping up as the water rumbled soothingly within. “I’ll probably find out soon enough anyway.”

Ambrose’s smile fell when Kit turned his back, his eyebrows drawing together in quiet contemplation, whether to broach the subject or not.

“I’ve been thinking Kit,” Ambrose said after a while.

“Uh-oh,” said Kit, stirring his coffee.

Ambrose smiled, despite himself, at Kit’s inability to shut up sometimes. Kit turned again, steaming hot cup cradled between his palms as he regarded Ambrose with an impassive expression.

“Should I be worried?” Kit asked, taking a tentative sip.

Ambrose let out a soft laugh. “No. It’s actually something that could benefit both of us,” said Ambrose. Kit’s eyebrows shot to the ceiling, then immediately pinched themselves down into a frown, suspicious and on guard immediately.

“I know,” said Ambrose. “You have every right to be skeptical, but I think… after recent events that we should consider a way to do things more effectively.”

Kit’s lips curled back into a snarl, like that of a stray dogs. “You mean you want to be more efficient in how you torture me?!”

“No,” Ambrose said, dark eyes meeting Kit’s light ones, bright with anger. “I think we should be able to have a conversation without getting defensive.”

Kit scoffed, rolling his eyes to the sky. “I wonder, god, gee Ambrose, you’re right. I wonder why the fuck we can’t be civil with each other. It’s a real head scratcher, huh?”

Ambrose’s voice took an edge to it and Kit’s mockery fell vanished in their throat.

“There is no reason we can’t both somehow get along.”

“I don’t know, Rosy,” Kit said, which drew a cutting stare from Ambrose. “Somehow getting along with my torturer is not on my bingo card this year.”

Ambrose laughed. He laughed a moment too long at Kit’s outburst, before he settled his gaze on Kit again and his entire expression went blank like the fucking psychopath he was.

“I could take every single freedom from you, Kit,” said Ambrose, voice full of sadistic promise. Kit swallowed hard, and covered it up with a sip of his coffee. “I could have you on your knees right now begging me to hurt you again—“

“You would just love that wouldn’t you?” Kit snapped. Ambrose inclined his head at Kit, a warning, so Kit shut up.

“The truth of the matter is that I don’t want you to be some drooling, half formed thing,” Ambrose said, leaving the phone on the table and getting to his feet. Kit’s expression faltered for a moment, fear flashing across his features before schooling them neutral again.

Ambrose approached slowly. Kit took an unconscious step back but was quickly reminded that he was standing in the corner of his kitchenette and silently cursed himself for cornering himself.

“I want you to struggle and fight me, otherwise you wouldn’t be as entertaining,” he said getting closer and closer. Kit tightened his grip on the mug to stop his hands from shaking. “I want you to have your free will and be, well, Kit, because you are the most fun I’ve ever had.”

Kit swallowed, wanting to look away but too scared to do it. “Glad to be of service.”

“See?” Ambrose said, eyes bright and voice brighter as he stood in front of Kit, forcing Kit to stare up at him. “You just can’t help yourself.”

Something flittered across Ambrose’s face that Kit couldn’t quite identify. “Your defiance is what makes you so fun, but, it’s tiring subduing you all the time.”

Kit didn’t dare speak, no matter how much he wanted to. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled when Ambrose put his hands on the edge of the counters boxing Kit in more. Ambrose leaned in, teeth bared in a wolfish smile as Kit’s eyes widened and he leaned back awkwardly to try and keep some space between him and his tormentor.

“See? That fear,” Ambrose whispered, as if he was saying a prayer, eyes searching Kit’s face and drinking in every last detail, every minute wince or flinch or hint of discomfort. “You just can’t bury it no matter how hard you try to hide it from me. It’s commendable really, but, this doesn’t have to be just me benefiting from this relationship.”

“Relationship?!” Kit breathed with a scoff, disgust written across his face and lacing every syllable. “I want nothing to do with you!”

“But wouldn’t you enjoy your life a bit more if there were days where I didn’t have to wrestle every piece of your defiance from your body?”

The words left Kit speechless. His chest rising and falling in time with Ambrose’s. The thought of not having to worry about Ambrose’s power invading his mind sounded too good to be true, so foreign. How long had it been since Kit didn’t have to worry about Ambrose torturing him for fun? To worry about what he was going to say in case it flipped a switch in Ambrose’s brain and made him hurt Kit.

Kit was tired. He was exhausted. Life before Ambrose seemed like a dream, not a reality. He missed being ignorant. He missed not having to be terrified every day.

Ambrose got his answer when Kit’s shoulders dropped.

“See? You want it just as much as I do.”

Ambrose leaned back, backing out of Kit’s space and allowing him to stand properly again. Kit’s eyes dropped to the floor as shame flooded his system.

Deferring to a Villain?! Who was he? He was so weak, how could he kid himself into being a Hero when he couldn’t even fight a Villain for himself?!

“What do you suggest?” Kit asked, voice quiet and broken. How could thoughts of freedom take this much life from his body?! The guilt burned red up Kit’s neck, but he couldn’t not concede. He was exhausted. He just wanted a little semblance of normalcy, and if that price was whatever Ambrose named then so be it.

“Your… obedience,” Ambrose said. The words hit Kit in the chest harder than a kick from a horse. His head snapped up, eyes locking onto Ambrose’s in accusation.

“You want my consent to hurt me?!” Kit barked out with a humourless laugh. “No. Absolutely not.”

Ambrose rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. “Would you just hear me out before making a judgement?”

Kit grit his teeth behind closed lips and nodded.

“I was thinking about it all. The amount of power I have to use to subdue you everyday, not letting you use your power, not letting you leave the house. It doesn’t all happen naturally. My power’s working overtime 24/7 with you. It’s getting exhausting.”

Kit’s eyes narrowed but he said nothing. Oh boo-fucking-who, he thought, torturing someone takes effort, poor Ambrose.

“So I came up with a proposition if you dare to consider it. I will leave you alone for most of the week,” he said, and Kit’s heart stuttered to a stop. It must have shown on his face given Ambrose’s smirk. “I will pop in sometimes, only two or three times a week. All I ask if that you obey this little schedule change without fighting me.”

Kit’s words came out breathless, “so you do want me to consent to being tortured,” he said, an unreadable expression screwing his face up tight.

“Think of it more as consent to not being tortured as you are now,” said Ambrose taking a step closer, closing the gap between them again. He placed a hand on Kit’s cheek, thumb hooked under his chin and tilted Kit’s head up. Dark eyes searching Kit’s. “Don’t you want to be free of me, even if just for a little while?”

Kit’s bottom lip trembled. He did, he wanted it more than anything. He wanted to have some kind of normal life even if it meant agreeing to this outrageous condition. He missed his life, he missed Superhero and his job. He missed grocery shopping and late nights with his friends. He missed being able to make decisions for himself.

“What else does obedience entail?” Kit asked, spitting the word obedience as if it was some monstrous creature.

Ambrose’s eyes shined a little at the question. “It means that when I do come and see you, you drop everything. You can still fight me, still defy me, curse me out do whatever you need to — but you simply accept it.”

Kit worried his bottom lip, eyes going faraway as he considered Ambrose’s proposal. Ambrose stepped away again, turning to lean against the opposite counter in the kitchenette. He crossed his arms over his chest again, regarding Kit as he mulled everything over.

“I can see you’re conflicted, Kit, so let me sweeten the deal,” that got Kit’s hesitant eyes back on Ambrose. “If you agree to this, I won’t attack another Hero.”

It seemed as if all air left Kit’s lungs, like an anvil had fallen from the sky and landed on Kit’s shoulders weighing them down suddenly. This was Ambrose’s ultimate cruelty. Appealing to Kit’s heroic nature, forcing him to be a martyr and shoulder the burden of Ambrose’s torment to save other heroes, the people he loves. His friends, hell, at this point his family.

Kit swallowed hard. He didn’t want to be heroic, he didn’t want to shoulder this unfair burden. He didn’t want to protect everyone from this torture, he wanted… he just wanted to be left alone.

If you agree to this, I won’t attack another hero.

Which really was a double edged sword.

If you don’t agree to this, I will attack another hero. Take another Hero hostage, do everything I’ve done to you and more. Break them, and when they break I will let you know that it’s all because you didn’t take my deal. Then Ambrose would probably present the deal to Kit again and Kit would take it, the guilt forcing his hand.

“I can have a normal life?” Kit asked, not meeting Ambrose’s gaze.

“Semi-normal, but I can’t see why not,” Ambrose replied.

“And I’m guessing I can’t tell anyone about our little arrangement?” Kit asked, voice mutinous. Ambrose stepped closer and put a hand on Kit’s shoulder. Kit suppressed a flinch, he hated Ambrose touching him. Kit glared up at Ambrose.

“If you like I can make you forget about it all until you see my face, then you could really live a life.”

“In ignorance,” Kit spat, batting Ambrose’a hand away. “No thanks. I’d rather know what’s coming than be caught unaware again.”

Ambrose smirked. “Fine by me.”

Kit licked his lips, passing his coffee cup into his left hand before extending his right to Ambrose. “Fine then. Deal.”

“Ah,” Ambrose said, holding up a finger, “I think we should try this out before you accept.”

Kit’s eyes narrowed and let out a soft tch of disapproval. He knew Ambrose wasn’t going to make it as easy as he made it out to be.

“You’re already reneging on your deal,” Kit said, looking to the side and taking a long, slow sip of his coffee. Ambrose stepped back again to lean against the opposite counter.

“I’m not, just consider this a test,” said Ambrose thoughtfully, rolling the words around his mouth thoughtfully before speaking. Kit rolled his eyes and set his mug down on the countertop with a dull thud.

He shrugged his shoulders and said: “fine. What do you want me to do?”

Ambrose’s eyes lit up in that eerie way they did when he got an awful idea to further humiliate or caused Kit pain.

“Let’s start with something easy,” said Ambrose simply, slipping his hands into his trouser pockets. “How about… sit?”

Kit scoffed and walked towards the chair beside the table. Ambrose’s voice stopped him again with a soft, “Ah.”

“What?” Kit demanded. “You said sit. I’m going to sit.”

“I didn’t say sit on a chair, Mallory.”

Kit’s eyes burned as well as the tips of his ears, shoulders bunched up. He clenched his fists at his sides and turned to face Ambrose again.

“What? You want me to sit on the ground? Like a dog?”

“Your words,” said Ambrose with an innocent smile. “Not mine.”

Kit grit his teeth, glaring up at Ambrose and keeping eye contact as he bent his knee and dropped to the ground. He planted his butt firmly on the ground and crossed his legs.

“Now,” Kit spat. “Happy?”

“Ecstatic.”

“Good,” said Kit, moving to get to his feet again. Ambrose pressed a boot down on Kit’s ankle to stop him from getting up. Kit clenched his fists tight but settled himself back onto the ground.

“I didn’t say you could get up, Mallory,” Ambrose chides, removing his foot from Kit’s ankle.

Kit crossed his arms across his chest in a huff like a child throwing a tantrum but he didn’t care. He didn’t care what Ambrose thought of him.

“You’re such a dick,” said Kit, grumpy.

“Look at you, you’re adorable. Are you pouting?”

Kit bared his teeth up at Ambrose in reply. “Okay, you can stand up now,” said Ambrose.

Kit scoffed and remained stubbornly on the floor. “Fuck you.”

Ambrose shrugged theatrically. “Fine, I guess I was expecting too much of you when I proposed my deal.”

An obvious ploy for Kit to protest, but still Kit couldn’t do anything but protest. The thought of freedom… it was too enticing to say no to.

“Wait,” Kit grumbled, casting his eyes to the floor as his mind screamed at him for obeying Ambrose at all. Of his own free will!“Just… wait.”

Kit swallowed hard and got to his feet, still not meeting Ambrose’s hungry stare. “Kit,” Ambrose said, but Kit still didn’t look at him.

“Kit, look at me.”

Kit felt his blood flood his cheeks with humiliation as he raised his head to meet Ambrose’s gaze. His hands were shaking, with anger or frustration or shame Kit didn’t know, but he knew they were shaking and that he didn’t want them to.

“Show me your scars,” said Ambrose.

Kit took a step backwards, as if Ambrose had just assaulted him. His lips curled up and he cut his hand through the air as if to say enough.

“No,” Kit said, voice thick. “No.”

Ambrose tilted his head to the side. “Will I have to say everything twice, Mallory?”

“You are fucking loving this aren’t you?” Kit hissed, throwing his hands up in a helpless sort of gesture. “Whether I agree to your deal or not it doesn’t matter because you still get to hurt me like this. You’re fucking sick. You disgust me.”

Ambrose stared at Kit’s emotional outburst like one would judging the weather from their bedroom window in the morning. “Do I have to say it again, or are you flat out refusing?”

“Fine!” Kit snapped, voice higher, almost hysterical. Kit reached up to grab the collar of his shirt and hoisted it over his head to reveal his back, not taking it off all the way. He turned his back to Ambrose and said: “that one on my left shoulder? That’s from a nasty run in with Other Villain when Another Hero called for aid on a mission. I got it from his fucking scythe if you can believe it—”

“That’s not what I meant—”

“Here,” said Kit, turning again and shrugging his shirt back on before lifting the bottom of it to reveal the scar just above his hip. It wasn’t one but three. “Villain’s whip,” Kit told Ambrose. “It stung like a bitch but she only ever caught me once with it.”

Kit flung his shirt down and grinned at Ambrose. “There, Rosy. I showed you my scars. I obeyed your fucking command. Are you happy?”

Ambrose hummed in the back of his throat. “We must be spending too much time together, Mallory. You’re starting to understand the power of words.”

Kit’s eyes narrowed into slits. “You learn to when your freedom is limited by them.”

Ambrose didn’t say anything for a moment. He pursed his lips together, taking his hands from his pockets.

“Perhaps the deal was too premature,” Ambrose said. Kit’s heart skipped a beat in his chest, his throat suddenly dry at the prospect of losing his chance at a semi-normal life again. “I’m sorry Kit,” said Ambrose. He meant it too, because he turned to go but Kit’s hand shot out before he could stop himself and grabbed Ambrose’s arm stopping him from leaving.

“Kit?” Ambrose asked, looking down at the hand on his arm then at Kit’s face which was hidden behind his hair, his head tilted down.

“Okay,” Kit whispered. “I’ll show you… you just… you have to use the right words.”

Ambrose stiffened under Kit. “Which are?”

“You said show me your scars. The scars on my arm? They’re not mine,” Kit continued in that same grave, self-hating voice. He raised his head to meet Ambrose’s black eyes with his own haunted gaze. “They’re yours. I didn’t earn them, they mean nothing to me. My scars are mine, wholly mine. I got them.”

Kit ignored the way his voice cracked and let Ambrose go, rolling up his sleeve. “Not these. I didn’t get these, they were forced on me, much like you are. So there. Have I passed your fucking obedience training, or do you want me to bark?”

Ambrose couldn’t help but be a little impressed at Kit’s speech. He didn’t even look down at Kit’s arms the whole time that Kit spoke. He was too focused on the spark of defiance that defined Kit in his mind. The way it left a strange sort of glow to Kit’s features, made them brighter, more animated and life like. As if fighting back the rage he wanted to scream at Ambrose was going to energise other parts of his body.

He didn’t tremble once. He didn’t shake. Everything he said he was certain of, and he didn’t fear any retribution because of it. Ambrose wanted to see more of it, not less, and he feared if he kept Kit isolated and locked away from life forever that spark would dwindle down into nothing. He could search the entire planet ten times over and never find something like it again.

Ambrose smiled. “No Kit. You proved that you can do what you say.”

Kit’s eyes went to Ambrose’s with that same delicious conviction. Ambrose stuck his hand out and Kit shook it.

“I think we have a deal.”

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serickswrites · 4 months

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Shake It Off

Warnings: captivity, restraints, choking, seizures, forced to watch, torture, poison

Caretaker swallowed as they watched Whumpee convulse in the chair opposite them. Watched as Whumpee's muscles contracted and their limbs jerk against the restraints that kept them in the chair. Watched as the choking sounds echoed in their ears and foam fell from Whumpee's lips.

Caretaker was utterly powerless as they watched Whumpee seize and choke after Whumper had force fed Whumpee the poison. They were utterly powerless as they jerked on their own restraints trying to be free. Utterly powerless as Whumper laughed as they watched Whumpee seize.

"Face it, Caretaker, there's nothing you or anyone can do for Whumpee."

"No!" Caretaker renewed their efforts to try and break free. Whumpee began to still and grow quiet once more. They had to get to Whumpee. Had to get to Whumpee and get out of there.

"Don't worry, Caretaker. I won't kill Whumpee." Whumper walked over to Whumpee, caressing their hair gently. "I'm having too much fun to end it now."

Whumpee's eyes were dazed and confused. They were seeing the room without seeing. Caretaker tried to catch Whumpee's eye, but couldn't. "Whumpee, Whumpee, you're ok. Whumpee!"

Whumper fisted Whumpee's hair, jerking their head up roughly. "They're too out of it to hear you, Caretaker." Whumper dropped Whumpee's head violently. "We'll see how long they can be entertaining. I'll grow bored with them eventually. I always grow bored with them. And you've seen what happens to my toys when they get boring."

Caretaker swallowed once more. Caretaker had seen the mutilated corpses. They had seen exactly what Whumper did to their victims. Caretaker couldn't let that happen to Whumpee. There had to be a way to get out of there.

"Just hang in there, Whumpee," Caretaker murmured once Whumper had gone. "I'll find a way to get you out of here."

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justbreakonme · 1 year

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Whumpees been getting better.

They’d been forcing themselves to put in the work it took. Taking their meds, following doctors orders, showing up to therapy sessions.

To everyone, it looked like they were on the fast track to a speedy recovery.

But late at night, when no one was around, they weren’t as perfect.

They clawed and scratched at healing wounds, sobbing till they gagged and choked, writhing like a frantic dying animal on the bathroom floor.

They had to hold it together, they couldn’t give up the act now, it was too late…

One night, Caretaker is passing through, looking for a sheet of notes, and heard a scuffling noise.

“Whumpee? You okay?”

They ease the bedroom door open and see no one, but the noise intensified. They pushed open the closet door, and sunk to their knees.

“S-stop! Don’t look at me!” Whumpee retched, shying away from Caretakers horrified stare, “Please, just go away…”

“What? Whumpee, no! Oh my god, we have to get you back to the doctors-“ they reach out to help them, and when Whumpee jerked away, Caretaker had blood on their hands.

“I’m fine- Just- Please don’t tell them, please, god, please…”

It was like they were falling apart at the seams, fully pushed to the edge.

“O-okay, I won’t tell anyone, okay,” Caretaker bargained, “But you have to let me help you, then.”

“You swear?”

“I swear.”

Caretaker helps Whumpee up and onto a chair for them to fix their popped stitches, unable to process the shaking figure before them. They had been laughing and cracking jokes all dinner, how had they held this in so long?

“Here, put your arm out, let me get the first aid kit…” they coax, deciding to give themselves a moment to think, “Is there any other injuries that need attention?”

Whumpees eyes were blank and glassy, sliding over their body like they were trying to see but couldn’t pull themselves back to the present enough to do so.

They shook their head.

“Okay…”

They didn’t quite believe that but unless they saw something, they’d take Whumpee’s word for it.

As gently as they could, they brushed a disinfectant pad over their arm, their heart pinching when Whumpee flinched away. “It’s over, that should be the worst of it… Now we’ll just wrap it up,” they soothe, winding the gauze around their arm then securing it with tape, “There, all good.”

“Thank you…”

“Anytime.”

Caretaker stooped to meet their eyes. “Really. Anytime you need me, I’ll be here.”

They nodded, again, not fully in the present.

“Whumpee. Look at me, okay?”

They obeyed, struggling to focus.

“I’m here for you. I love you. We all love you. We want to help you, so you don’t have to face this on your own. I know you’ve been trying to pretend that you’re perfectly fine but it’s okay if you aren’t.”

Finally, finally, it seems like their words sunk in.

Whumpees hand moved up to cover their mouth, their eyes squeezing shut as they sobbed without a sound.

“We’re here for you, everything’s gonna be okay…” Caretaker murmured, pulling them into a loose hug, “Everything is gonna be okay, I promise. We’re gonna make it okay.”

They stayed like that for who knows how long, Whumpee cradled against them as they cried themselves out.

Slowly, the tears tapered off, and they looked up, hazy and exhausted but here.

“I’m sorry…”

“What are you sorry for? You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I just- I didn’t want to be a burden… I wanted-“ they cut themselves off as their voice starts to crack.

“What did you want Whumpee?”

“Could you love me like you used to?”

“Yes. Always.”

Whumpee shook their head.

“You used to never see me cry… How could you? And I- I don’t know if I can do it…”

“I love you, period. I respect you the same way, whether I’ve seen you cry or not. But what do you mean ‘if you can do it’? Do what?”

“I can’t…be strong, anymore. I don’t- It hurts too much to be strong right now.”

The confession seemed to crush them. They looked down, shame faced, as tears started again.

“You don’t have to be strong. Especially not now. You’ve been so strong for so long, you can take a break.”

“I don’t want anyone else to see me like this… Please, please don’t tell anyone-“

“I won’t. I promise.”

Whumpee nods, sighing as they tried to wipe their eyes and pull themselves together.

“You can rest with me. If you want to be strong in front of everyone else, that’s okay, but behind closed doors, you can lean on me. I know you’re strong, even when you’re tired. I’ll never think any different.”

They looked up from their lap, their shoulders slumping and their entire body going limp. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Can you stay with me? Just for tonight?”

“Of course.”

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idek-anymore-what-the-heck · 16 days

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Whumpril Prompt #3

Shame

TW: chained, gagged, taunting

“You don’t deserve it.”

Whumpee stared defiantly into whumpers eyes, pushing back the embarrassment they could feel bubbling up into their stomach.

Whumpee was chained down to the ground so they were forced to kneel. They had been chained there for days. Their knees were rubbed completely raw from shifting to find a better position, and their wrists were red and swollen from the chain. They hadn’t eaten in as many days.

Whumper stood over them, holding a piece of food high in the air where Whumpee couldn’t reach it.

“You don’t deserve it,” whumper said again. “Tell me why you think you deserve it.”

Whumpee gritted their teeth. “Because I’ve been chained here for days, and if you want to keep torturing me then I need to have the energy.” Whumpee was lying, and whumper could tell.

“Oh, I know you could do a lot better, Princess. That wasn’t nearly convincing enough. Why do you deserve it?”

Normally, Whumpee wouldn’t try to be so defiant. But whumper had just captured caretaker, and they were chained to the wall a few feet away, watching the whole scene. “Just give me the food,” they growled.

Whumper laughed with his teeth. “Oh no, you know better than that! You know what I’m looking for. Beg.”

Heat rose to whumpees cheeks. They could feel their stomach growling at the sight of the food. Caretaker thrashed against the chains holding them. Their mouth was bound, so they couldn’t say anything. Their eyes were wide, as if they were trying to tell Whumpee something, but Whumpee just couldn’t understand. They were so tired.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll sweeten the pot. I’ll give you the food, ungag caretaker, and let you sleep. All you have to do is one simple thing. Beg for me.” Whumper dangled the food in the air tauntingly.

“Please give me the food.” Whumpee made their voice sound as bored as possible.

“Oh dear, Princess, you’re losing your manners! What kind of a beg was that? Try again,” Whumper sneered.

Whumpee’s face was beet red. They looked down. “Please can I have the food?” They whispered.

Whumper grinned wider. “Look me in the eye.”

Whumpee looked up. Whumper’s smiles was so big they could see every tooth. Shame coursed through their body. “Please may I have the food?”

Tears started to spring to their eyes in their embarrassment.

“Oh, why of course! Why didn’t you say so?” Whumper tossed the food in front of them, but whumpees hands were still chained. They looked up at Whumpee.

“Well aren’t you going to eat it? You asked so nicely.”

Somehow, whumpee’s face got even pinker as they realized what whumper wanted them to do. They leaned forward slowly, and ate off of the floor.

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whumpsoda · 4 months

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vampire whumper puts whumpee in a strightjacket. But they're now so enthralled. That the straight jacket feel like a hug from them. so they fall asleep

WOHEO Masterlist

Loved this, dunno if I did it justice but it was definitely enjoyable to imagine!!

Anyways I need sleep

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cw: hypnosis, restraints

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“Get-! Get offa’ me! Let me go!” Malak thrashed against the restraints, while desperately trying to shake off the vampire’s grip on his limbs.

Adrastus sighed disappointedly, shaking their head. “You are in no spot to make such demands after the stunt you just pulled.” They made the last of the adjustments to Malak’s newest punishment, a difficult task when he refused to calm himself. “So, so naughty. This is what happens when you try running from Master.”

Malak wrestled with the confines of his straight jacket prison, to no avail. Adrastus looked him over, a saddened expression plastered across their face. “Maybe you’ll finally learn from your mistakes. I can’t believe you would do such a thing.” They stroked a finger down their captive’s cheek, which he quickly rejected.

They sighed. “I’ve treated you so well, and all I’ve gotten in return is malice. All the love I’ve shown you, and this is what I get? Bad boy.” They wagged their finger in front of his face, which only flushed with a mix of anger, anxiety and embarrassment. “I do suppose it’ll all be over soon, though, once you’ve finally succumbed to your fate of being an eager little pet.”

“I’m not- I’m not your fucking pet! Let! Me! Go!” He wailed, still jerking about on the floor.

Adrastus just laughed, a hint of anger present themself. “How foolish you are,” they pushed to their feet with a grunt. “I’ll leave you here to think about what you’ve done. Bye bye, my dear.”

Malak followed them with darting eyes as they sauntered to the door, before exiting with a condescending grin. “Take this off me! Let-! I need-! Please!” The vampire either didn’t hear him, or simply didn’t care.

He slumped against the wall behind him with a huff, his sweat tainted hair sticking to the plaster. Malak took in ragged breaths, worn from his short lived escape attempt and countless shrieks.

A concoction of both fear and fury bubbled in his stomach, exiting through several more enraged hollers. “Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” Each repetition scratched at his throat, running it red and raw.

His vision started blurring with salty moisture as he shouted, his head swaying along. “F- f- fuck, fuck you!” Ignoring better judgement he continued his tirade, disorder scattering his thoughts.

With each following word, his tongue grew heavy, his voice like a slurry weighing it down. “Fuck, um, let… um, let me… um…” In an instant his eyes grew glassy, and his brain confusingly slow.

With his thoughts so distant, his voice died right in his throat. Why was he yelling again? Good boys weren’t supposed to yell, Master said so.

“Ah-!” Malak jumped as his muscles convulsed, sending the back of his head bashing into the wall behind him. Lurching in pain, his eyes grew wide and alive, his psyche returning in a rush of cognition. With a strung out groan, he breathed a shaky sigh of relief. A stray tear dribbled to his chin.

It was happening more and more often. Moments where he was pulled from reality, his perception twisted and molded by the second, succumbing to countless nights of patient conditioning. Forcing him to think and believe things the vampire wanted him too. As horrified as he was to admit it, Adrastus’ modifications were definitely working in their favor.

And it all happened so fast, his mind buckled so quickly it was difficult to stop. If Malak didn’t escape soon, he’d be like that forever.

Stupid and eager to please, confused with a cotton filled head. Obedient and docile, malleable and… compliant.

Dutiful… and trained.

Warm and loved and cherished.

He shook and writhed, pounding his head and restrained limbs upon the hardwood floor. “Get out of my head!” He shrieked, wriggling and flailing.

With each tug and fight on the fabric restraining him, it almost felt as if the jacket was growing tighter. Almost like arms wrapping him in a warm, tender hug.

A strange sound of guttural fear and anger escaped his lips at the thought, as he began rolling and fighting with less and less spirit. With each thrust of his limbs a silver chain holding his legs rattled and skid across the wood. Gathering all of the strength he had, Malak beat his flesh against the solid flooring, agony searing into his bones.

Again, again, again, until he physically couldn’t anymore. He collapsed in a pile of anguish, choking back livid sobs and fat tears.

Why him? What had he ever done to deserve being plucked from his home by a blood sucking monster? One so adamant on turning his brain to mush?

The snug embrace that enveloped him was his tired body’s only comfort in the moment, cuddling him genially. Malak nuzzled into it, clawing for the slightest of consolement.

He allowed the easement to take advantage of him, desperate for any sort of solace. Carefully, his breaths evened and relaxed with the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he swallowed his dismay. His lip quivered ever so slightly, while his eyelids grew heavy.

Would it… be so bad to give in?

The thought snuck in, but this time He didn’t shake it away.

Just this once? Everything hurt, he was so exhausted and weary, and the jacket was almost like a pillowy blanket. Why should he deny himself the cozyness and only make himself feel worse?

Just this once. He could fight back again tomorrow, couldn’t he?

Content with his sound reasoning, Malak allowed his lids to flutter to a close. After such an intense struggle the embrace was so heavenly to give in to, and he couldn’t help but smile, just a bit.

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mj-iza-writer · 2 months

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Whumpee leaned against Whumper's leg as Caretaker was brought in by henchmen.

"Aww, why are you shaking so much?", Whumper reached down and patted Whumpee's cheeks, "do you know them honey, hmm."

Whumpee blankly looked at Caretaker, "n-no master... I'm sorry."

"It's okay, honey, it's no one important. Not anymore", Whumper grinned at Caretaker.

"Whumpee it's me", Caretaker pleaded.

Whumpee hid their face into Whumper's leg.

"There, there, my little pet. They won't get you", Whumper grinned at Caretaker, "I'll make sure of it."

A loud bang interrupted Whumper as he was about to figure out what to do with Caretaker.

The door opened abruptly, and Caretaker's team rushed in and quickly took over the room.

The leader cut Caretaker free.

"Take Whumpee and get out of here", the Leader helped Caretaker up, "we'll be out in a few."

Caretaker went to grab Whumpee.

Whumpee buried their face into Whumper and held on tightly to their leg.

Caretaker pried Whumpee away and started to carry them out.

Whumpee fought against Caretaker.

"Master, you said you wouldn't let them take me", Whumpee cried out as they tried to reach for Whumper and fight out of Caretaker's grip.

"I know honey, I'm sorry", Whumper frowned, "I can't do anything."

When Caretaker finally managed to get Whumpee out of the room. Leader turned to Whumper.

"What did you do to Whumpee?", Leader glared at Whumper.

"Aren't they great, it's going to take you forever to break them out of my conditioning", Whumper laughed.

Leader shook his head in frustration, as they could still hear Whumpee yelling down the hall.

"So what's next, taking me prisoner", Whumper chuckled, "you and your little team."

"Nope", Leader raised his gun and fired a round into Whumper's head.

Around him the team killed off the henchmen then moved throughout the home.

Whumpee suddenly ran in with Caretaker following.

"No", Whumpee yelled as they ran to Whumper's body, they pulled at Whumper's hand and rubbed their cheek on it, "Master", they sobbed.

Leader grabbed Whumpee and carried them away.

Whumpee fought against Leader's grip.

"I know you are not the Whumpee I know right now. You need to stop fighting me", Leader frowned, "just stop."

Whumpee started to slap at Leader, they landed a solid slap across Leader's cheek.

"Oof", Caretaker frowned as they watched.

"Okay, I really don't want to do this to my own teammate, but you do not seem to be in the right state of mind", Leader forced Whumpee to the ground and placed them in handcuffs, "you are being a danger to yourself and the team."

Whumpee fought against the shackles.

"Please, Master", they pleaded.

Caretaker sighed, "I don't want to know what Whumper did to them."

The Leader nodded, as they stood up from Whumpee, "they said good luck on breaking through the conditioning. I think we have a long road to recovery for Whumpee."

"I think so to", Caretaker sighed.

"The home is secure, everyone is accounted for. No more prisoners", another team member came up.

Leader nodded, "can you help me carry them to the vehicle, they're a fighter, so watch it."

At the base, Whumpee was carried in by some teammates.

They sobbed as they were lowered to a couch. They hugged their knees to their chest and buried their face.

"I've never seen Whumpee like this", a teammate frowned, "this isn't Whumpee."

"I know, but unfortunately, that is Whumpee. I don't know what they've been through, but we are going to need to be very patient with them", Leader came around, "we need to count on a slow recovery process. For right now, Whumpee will not have any team duties. We need to help them."

Whumpee shook as everyone looked at them.

"Master", Whumpee whispered.

"I'll work with them", Caretaker stepped forward.

"I was hoping", Leader sighed, "I think you will have the best chance at getting through to them."

Caretaker nodded.

"Let's put a tracking device on them, I am removing their access permissions within our base as well", Leader stood up, "we can't risk them getting out, or lost in here."

Whumpee was handed a cup of hot chocolate to hopefully settle them.

"Be careful it's hot", the person warned.

Whumpee shook as they lifted it to their mouth, not paying attention to the heat as it graised their lips.

Leader quickly reached over and lowered the cup from Whumpee's lips.

"Be careful Whumpee", Leader smiled sweetly.

Whumpee gave a shy look and nodded.

Weeks later.

Whumpee timidly walked into where Leader was holding a meeting with other leaders.

"They shouldn't be in here, we know your teammate isn't in their right mind. They could be mind controlled or something", one of the partners pointed at Whumpee.

Whumpee shrunk back away from the group.

"My teammate has been through a lot in the last several weeks while in captivity, they are in need of a lot of assistance", Leader walked to Whumpee quietly so not to scare them, "if you have a problem with that then you can leave, and I'll email the plans to you."

Leader glared at the group, then knelt down to Whumpee.

"What's going on Whumpee?", Leader whispered.

Whumpee looked at the group of leaders.

"Don't worry about them. Do you need me?", Leader whispered again.

"I can't find Caretaker", Whumpee whispered, "I thought I heard you, so I followed your voice. I was scared, Master never allowed me to be alone."

"Okay", Leader smiled, "come here."

Leader led Whumpee to the table with the other leaders around it.

Whumpee shook as all of them stared.

"Go ahead and sit in my chair", Leader pulled the chair out, "I think Caretaker went out to get some things for you."

Whumpee hugged their knees to their chest while sitting in the chair.

"We have reason to believe their captor did some mind melt, then reprogrammed Whumpee's brain. We truly do not believe we will be able to get our former teammate fully back unfortunately", Leader covered Whumpee's ears as they explained, "they have many notes about experiments on the human brain. It seems Whumpee was considered a success for the most part, though they have the mind of a small child now. They are still our teammate, and we are taking care of them now."

"I'm sorry for your teammate, really I am, but I disagree with them being in here with us", someone argued.

"Then leave, I can't let them wander around my base by themself, Caretaker is out, and I don't trust my other teammates to babysit", Leader frowned, "their M-A-S-T-E-R", Leader spelt out, "was destroyed along with their henchmen, Whumpee was the only live person taken out that day."

"Can we be sure?", another leader replied.

"Yes, I K-I-L-L-E-D them myself", Leader sighed.

Later Caretaker came in with a bag of groceries.

"Have you see.... Whumpee?", Caretaker heard a hush from Leader.

Caretaker glanced at the couch where the sound came from.

Leader was reclined back with Whumpee resting on top of them.

Tiny snores were heard as Whumpee's body rose and fell with tiny breaths.

"Finally got them to go to sleep", Leader whispered with a smile, "all it took was a meeting and a few snacks after."

"How long have you been like this", Caretaker whispered, "do you need anything?"

"About an hour, I'm glad I went to the bathroom before, and I'm trained for holding uncomfortable positions for long periods", Leader glanced down at Whumpee, "could you cover them up, they're a little cold. I could use a drink."

Caretaker came around with a drink and blanket minutes later.

Once Whumpee was covered, Caretaker sat on the couch across from them.

Caretaker smiled at Leader.

"I'm glad they're asleep", Caretaker whispered.

"Me too", Leader whispered, "I texted the team not to bother me for a little just so Whumpee could rest."

Caretaker nodded.

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navstuffs · 10 months

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saving your babygirl leon kennedy (gn!reader, mention of violence, injuries, whumpee!leon, cursing)

Leon Kennedy felt another punch across his face, his cheek burning. His captors have been trying to get information out of him for minutes, or it could have been hours. He doesn't know. Leon could feel the blood drip into the floor, his arms and legs tied around the chair.

"It is really a pity we have to hurt your pretty face, Mr. Kennedy," One of his captors says, with a fake sad tone.

"Well, I still got other charms like my insane sense of humor and a good smile."

His captors give humorless laughs, one of them approaching him with a knife. Even Leon had to admit that it was a hot and sharp bowie knife.

"Nice knife. Where did you get it?"

"What if we start by ripping off your tongue?" The man with a knife threatens, dangling the blade in front of his face. "Or maybe one of your eyes?"

"I guess I could live without an eye, but the tongue not so much, since a man got eat—" THUD! Another punch, this time directed to Leon's stomach, completely taking all of the air from his lungs.

"Shit..." Leon groans as he curls up in pain, his eyes wandering to the floor with drops of his blood. He wonders how long he could keep those two idiots entertained.

Until the others can escape.

Until you escape, his heart reminds him.

He feels his heart beating fast when one of the men lifts his head, pressing the blade against his cheek and grabbing his chin roughly.

"We decided your tongue. Also, pardon my friend, who doesn't have a medical degree. So hold still."

Shit, shit! If his legs were at least free, maybe he could bump his head against the guy with a knife. He can't even move properly, the ropes are tight, not letting him move. Leon tries to shake his head, but the other goon keeps his head still.

"Oh, please, not the tongue! He can do wonders with it!"

A new voice exclaims from the open door, and a wave of relief washes over Leon. It is you, your eyes glowing with anger in the darkness, a gun in your hands. The guy with a knife charges in your direction, and you waste no time shooting him in his left leg, causing him to drop screaming in pain.

Next, you give a strong kick to the man holding Leon, enough to make him fall to his head on the floor, unconscious or dead. You don't seem to care. You sigh, giving a look of pure hatred and disgust toward both of them. For an instant, Leon thought you would kill him, and deep down, he wants you to do it.

The moment passes, and you dash toward Leon, kneeling before him. It breaks your heart to see Leon like this. You want to blame yourself for allowing Leon to serve as bait, for not getting to him sooner, while you cut the ropes off.

"Sorry, it took me so long. Bastards hid you down here. Are you okay?"

"I am...fine."

Leon feels your hands patting, searching for any sign of injury on the rest of his body. The ropes finally fall, though Leon doesn't get up from the chair. You groan when you realize they only focused on Leon's face.

"Are you sure you are okay, babygirl?"

You gently hold his face in your hands when he doesn't answer. You want Leon to understand he is safe now, his blue eyes looking everywhere except at you. You think you can see tears in his eyes as Leon looks down at your feet.

"Leon, are you okay?"

He sniffles, cleaning any tears that might attempt to fall. You help him stand, although Leon doesn't need to, your eyes focused on him, worried.

"I am alright."

"I can still kill them if you want me to."

"Let's just go. Your babygirl needs you."

"All that you need."

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Abandoned Whumpee, 2/2 Final

[Masterlist] CW: Whumper turned caretaker, team whump, betrayal, angst

Blood was dripping from whumpee's chest. The blood pooled at their feet and their hands shook.

"Are you sure you aren't hurt?" Whumper asked.

"I'm - I'm sure." Whumpee looked down, knowing the blood wasn't theirs, but their mind kept thinking it was. Their pulse was beating so hard it pounded in their head, drowning their thoughts.

Whumper pulled them out of the room away from where the body where their teammate laid. Whumpee felt numb and blank, their only focus was to stay on their feet as they were led back to the infirmary.

Whumper sat them on the bed and rooted out clean clothes. They knew whumpee wouldn't like wearing something with whumper's logo on it, but it was better than wearing a bloodstained shirt.

"Get changed quickly, sitting in that can't be good for you." Whumper said. Whumpee didn't hesitate to pull their shirt over their head and change. Their hands fumbled as they folded them on their lap when they were done.

Whumpee exhaled, calming their shaken voice. "I have questions."

"I know you do," Whumper pulled up a chair and sat across from them. "I'll answer anything. Any question you have." They opened their arms.

"Who are you really?" Whumpee asked, pulling out the journal. "Why do you have one of our field guides? Does this belong to you, or did you take it from one of us?"

Whumper laughed for a moment, but seeing whumpee's face not change they took a deep breath. "I didn't grave rob it, if that's what you're asking. It was mine, when I was working for your team-leader. I see they're still sacrificing recruits in order to save their own skins, are they?" Whumper tilted their head.

Whumpee swallowed past the pit in their throat, "But I told them to run. I willingly stayed behind."

"Of course you did." Whumper smiled sadly. "But I didn't. And neither did the person before me. Or you, for that matter. That's why I said you were rare when we first met. You're the first person I found that did it willingly."

Whumpee's skin crawled, coldness spread from their chest down to their feet. They shook their head and anxiously bobbed their leg. "But they told me- ... The ones that didn't come back were either missing or traitors."

"That's probably what they said happened to you, too."

Whumpee sighed and dragged a hand down their face. How could they not have seen it... How could they have been fooled for so long? When they returned from missions, sometimes they would be one less person. The team-leader always had an explanation, but the reality was they were left behind as bait.

"What happened to those who were abandoned? Did you kill them?" Whumpee asked hesitantly.

"No," Whumper smiled and leaned back, "Just like you, I took them here. Of course, you were different; you stayed behind willingly, naturally you were a lot harder to convince. Your teammates are safe and deployed out of this zone. It wouldn't be good for them to be seen after being presumed dead. You've seen first hand what they'll do the moment they find you alive."

Whumpee nodded as tears welled in their eyes. All this time, people they grieved and mourned over, were alive and well. Better off, even.

"I can take you to them," Whumper added softly. They got up and sat next to whumpee. "Most of them joined our side, you would probably recognize a few of them. Would you like to come with me?" They wrapped their arm around whumpee's shoulder as they collapsed against whumper's side. Silent tears streamed down their face.

"Y-yes... Yeah I would." Whumpee sniffed and wiped their face. "I-I'm sorry for trying to st-stab you, earlier."

Whumper chuckled and held them tighter. "You almost got me good with that plastic fork. But I understand I was too hard on you when we brought you in, I didn't know if I could trust you yet." Whumper turned whumpee towards them and cupped their face. "You know none of this is your fault, right? Not a single part of it."

Whumpee leaned up and nodded, finishing wiping the rest of the tears. "If you won't accept my apology, then at least accept my thanks." They smiled. They looked down at the journal, their old team's logo branded on the front. Whumpee set it face-down so they wouldn't have to see it anymore.

"I'll stay." Whumpee murmured.

"I want to stop them. I want them to know what they've done" Whumper looked up with a hint of surprise, but nodded as they understood.

"I want to join you."

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the-baby-storyteller · 8 months

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“Ahah, I guess they got me!”

Whumpee smiled lightly, laughing to themself as they cradled their injured arm and leg. They hadn’t expected to get hit, weren’t supposed to even have been that much in the fight, really, but somehow amidst the chaos they’d let their guard down and the enemy had taken it as an opportunity.

A foolish mistake, they knew, but at least it lived up to the character they were trying to portray. Holding back a sigh, they lifted their face and looked around to see the expressions that would certainly be similar.

Their team’s faces were not humorous.

Whumpee winced. They were mildly…perturbed. Their team had a tendency to be serious about most things. It was part of the reason why they were so relaxed themselves if only to even it out. But this…they didn’t want them being serious about this. It was too scary.

“Hey, guys,” they piped, looking around at the stony and hard-chiseled faces around them, “it’s not that bad it’s just-“

“Not…,” a voice interrupted

Whumpee turned around from where they were sitting.

“That bad?”

Teammates eyes were both steely and fiery when they met Whumpee’s. Whumpee twinged.

“I-I mean um,” they scrambled, “it’s not like something that hasn’t happened before ahahahah…”

Their laughter died out. The teammates expressions had darkened even further.

Whumpee cringed. How could they salvage this situation? They hadn’t been counting on getting hurt so they didn’t plan for what to do if the team decided they wanted to extend their overwhelming solemness to dealing with Whumpee as well-

“Take them.”

Whumpee jolted.

“Wait, what? I-“

All of a sudden people started moving around them. The area spun into swift whirlwinds of activity as team members cleared the premises, grabbed supplies, picked them up?!-

“Really, guys,” Whumpee protested as they were being lifted into the air. They were not comfortable with this. “it’s fine I- ah!-“

Whumpee yelped as movement jostled their arm and they keened, pulling it closer to them and biting down hard on their lip to prevent further noise. They started breathing harder, seeing only white. They vaguely felt themself being set down against something as they fought through the blinding, hot pain.

Soft, soothing whispered words floated through the air around them and grounded them. Whumpee cringed when a hand touched them, but soon melted into it as it offered sweet, soothing strokes to them and their face. Their hyperventilations turned into slow gasps and then down to weak, light sobs. Eventually, they calmed down enough to open their eyes and see who was the deliverer of such peace to them.

Their eyes opened to Leader in front of them. Leader’s eyes were still hard, but elements of softness, sweetness, and concern were added to them, caring obvious. They sniffled as Leader continued to pet their hair, almost angry at how it managed to soothe them so. Leader had never been one for big shows of affection, and yet…

“Whumpee,” Leader’s voice rang out, “it’s ok. We’re going to help you. Let us. Let us do this for you this one time. I know you live to avoid help or vulnerability,”

Whumpee opened their mouth at that one but was quickly quieted with a finger to their lips.

“Ah-” Leader silenced, “don’t fight me on this one. We both know it’s true,” they reprimanded. Whumpee stiffened uncomfortably, but had to relax back into Leader’s arms to take the pressure off their wounds.

“But you have to let us help you this time.” Leader continued. “It’s okay.”

“We love you.”

Whumpee’s breath hitched. They’d been slowly averting their eyes from Leader’s during the speech, but at those words they jumped back up, making eye contact once more with Leader’s serious eyes.

Love was….they didn’t know about it. It was hard. It was complicated. They were too afraid of it, knowing so much that they didn’t deserve love that they didn’t even want to try it, to try to get it from anyone.

But…

Whumpee stared at Leader’s gaze. They were intent.

“We. Love. You. And we would love it if you would stop trying to distance yourself and prevent vulnerability by putting up your bit of being a goofball because you’re afraid we don’t,” Leader said with a frown.

Whumpee coughed and looked away again, Leader’s constant intent eye contact suddenly becoming too much.

“But at least for now, let us help you. Okay?

Okay…?

Whumpee hesitated.

They glanced up their eyes at the teammates around them. They were all watching them in the scene, engaged and ready to help with supplies and hands whenever or if ever anything was needed.

“…Okay.”

Whumpee saw Leader smile out of the corner of their eye.

“Okay.”

And Leader picked them up. And Whumpee let them.

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 2 years

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For the longest time, Whumpee was absolutely convinced Caretaker had beautiful red hair.

Every time they pictured Caretaker, that was the first thing that came to mind, even years into their captivity. Faces of other friends gradually faded as time went on, specific memories of Caretaker started to blur at the edges, but even when Whumpee's own name occasionally slipped their tongue after being only addressed with Whumper's nicknames, they never forgot Caretaker's face. Their smile, their laugh, the crinkle in their eyes, their stunning red hair -- it was always a picture perfect comfort for Whumpee to dream of.

So imagine their confusion when one day, either out of a rare bit of kindness to reward Whumpee for good behavior or because Whumper wanted to twist the emotional knife a little deeper, Whumper gifts them a picture of their beloved Caretaker. It's an older picture, naturally, as it had been many months (years, even?) since Whumpee had seen that familiar face but Caretaker looks...different. Off. It's still the same warm smile, the same soft features, but their hair isn't right.

It isn't red. It's blonde.

But that can't be right. Whumpee knows for a fact it's red, they can always see it so crystal clear in their memory when they envision Caretaker. This has to be another psychological trick by Whumper to make them think they've gone crazy, making them think they've forgotten their only source of comfort in captivity, and they won't fall victim to their tactic!

Red hair, are you sure? Whumper asks, almost as surprised as Whumpee for misremembering such an important person in their miserable life. Caretaker never had red hair, not even a box dye, it had always been a light, golden blonde. Oh, Whumpee, you're getting yourself all confused again.

No, Caretaker had red hair, Whumpee insists.

Yes, the last time you saw them, perhaps. The last time they saw Caretaker was however long ago, weeks, months, years, just before Whumper had snatched them away to this new hell. They didn't like remembering that night, frankly they didn't like remember any nights during their captivity, but even less so the night that they had to leave Caretaker's side forever. Even after all this time, with one simple trigger from Whumper, the event came flooding back to Whumpee in an electric rush.

They remembered crying out for Caretaker before the gag was shoved in their mouth, they remember the throb in their shoulders as their arms were yanked behind their back to be bound with zipties at the wrist, and they remember the wind being knocked out of their chest when they were hefted over Whumper's shoulder to be stolen away. They remember the tears that stung their eyes from the dizzying, upside down angle, they remember the disarray Caretaker's once tidy home was now in--

--and they remember Whumper stepping over Caretaker's broken body, glassy eyes staring up and past Whumpee, with a dark pool of blood spreading out from under them, soaking into their blonde strands until the locks were matted red.

#whump #whump writing #whump ideas #whump stuff #whumper #whump scenario #caretaker #whump prompt #whump drabble #whump inspiration #whumpee #haven't learned the whump tags yet so im just going off what tumblr auto generates #major character death #my writing

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deckofaces · 1 year

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Step Out of Line

Tw: whump, stabbing, blood, near death experience, dagger mention, Supervillain whumper, Hero whumpee, sadistic whumper (guys I swear it sounds bad but there is caretaking at the end)

@epiclamer I saw your plea in the gc for hero whumpee and villain caretaker. So I was inspired and wrote this, pls accept my offering

Hero groaned as they crashed hard into the concrete. They practically tasted it with how close their head came to smashing into it. Their open cuts and wounds screamed as they hit the floor. The rough concrete scraped against them, each second laying there felt like daggers poking their skin.

Hero laid there dizzily, coughing for a few seconds. Was that blood that just came out of their mouth? Their vision started blurring together. They slowly looked up, two pairs of feet stood in front of them, who else joined the fight?

They blinked a couple times at the figures, struggling to keep their head up. After another few seconds of this, the two pairs of feet merged into one. No one else joined the fight, it was just their vision lying to them.

Hero shakily started to stand up, despite every part of their body just telling them to give up. They were a hero, they could not lay there in defeat. Supervillain stood in front of them and if they could just get one really good punch in, they might just be able to defeat them-

They felt their legs collapse out from under them, and Hero landed back on their stomach. The cool, rugged pavement greeted them once more. They could hear maniacal laughter echoing off the brick alleyway walls behind them.

Hero breathed heavily, they pushed off the ground, oh they could see the dark red blood now. They slowly turned over to lay on their back so they could actually see. More laughing filled their ears, Supervillain crouched down next to their fallen form.

Out of the corner of their eye, they could see something in the evil doer’s hand. Despite the darkness of the alley, Hero could see the almost blinding flash of metal. A dagger, their vision focused just enough to see the outline of a small blade.

Their heartbeat raced, it must have been out of fear. Was Supervillain going to finish the job right there? They didn’t want to die that way. Dying to the filthy hands of Supervillain like so many others before them. Just add them to the list of fallen heroes. Hero would be just like the others, nothing special.

Supervillain held an evil glint in their eye, grinning as they took pleasure in putting the blade directly in their face so Hero could see. “Given up yet Hero? It does not matter, you do not have a choice anyways. You will be dead in a minute.”

“N-no-“ Hero whimpered, oh so desperately trying to back away in their weakened state.

Supervillain only cackled more, grabbing their feet and dragging them back over, which only made Hero cry out in pain.

Without warning, they elicited a scream as Supervillain took their blade and stabbed Hero.

They couldn’t tell where, but the pain felt absolutely horrible. Another thing they knew is that they passed out soon after.

. . .

Hero stirred on something.. soft? Were they hallucinating the comfortable surface to escape the feeling of the wretched concrete?

They opened their eyes but they were impaled by light, which confused them, wasn’t it still night time?

Hero took a minute to adjust to the light, blinking rapidly until it felt like the light no longer hurt them. They looked around the room, this clearly was not the alley, their mind had not been playing tricks on them either.

They were laying on a worn in couch, a soft blanket had been pulled all the way up to their chin. They looked under the blanket and saw bandages wrapped around their stomach, arms, and a cast on their leg. They also noticed bandages around their hands too when lifting the blanket. None of them felt too tight either, whoever did it must have taken great care.

The living room the couch sat in appeared to be small, but it was neat and tidy. They wonder what civilian rescued them, at least they hoped a civilian saved them and they were not with Supervillain. That would be so very cruel, they would rather have died on the pavement than see their face after they had given Hero a false sense of safety.

While scanning their surroundings, their eyes drifted over to the doorway that led to the kitchen. Their eyes widened in shock. Standing there staring at them was not a civilian at all or Supervillain, it was Villain. And they were holding a bowl of chicken noodle soup?

Villain must of been bad news, they started to sit up and pull the blanket off them, but they stopped halfway through, hissing in pain.

Villain rushed over and set the soup on the coffee table in front of the couch. They immediately pushed Hero to lay back down on the couch. “What are you thinking?? If you opened any of your wounds because of this- I swear to gods-“ They groaned thinking about it, shaking their head.

Hero hesitated, they did not move or say anything. That only caused Villain to sigh as they gently helped them into sitting position. They grabbed the bowl of soup directly after, pulling a chair up to sit next to the couch Hero sat on.

Hero looked at the soup with unease. They could not deny that it smelled absolutely delicious and their stomach had definitely been growling, but what if Villain put something in it? “Is that poisoned?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course not,” Villain scoffed. “You are in my home, I plan on taking care of you.”

Hero still looked at the bowl in their nemesis’s hands, unsure. Which in turn only drew out a long sigh from the villain.

“Why would I poison you after taking the time to bandage you up, if you haven’t noticed them already. Let me tell you that it took forever.” Villain gestured to Hero’s hand for reference. “I’m a villain, but if you think I’m cruel enough to bandage you all up just to kill you- I’m offended,” they rolled their eyes dramatically.

“Now watch, Hero.” They took a spoonful of the soup that they made and ate it. They swallowed and gave them an “I told you so” sort of expression. Hero looked sheepish after, letting out a small “oh.”

Villain hummed and held up another spoonful of the chicken noodle soup. “Open your mouth.”

Hero gave them a confused look again, “Are you going to try to feed me?”

Villain still held the utensil in front of the crime-stopper. “Yes,” they said simply.

“But that is embarrassing-! Please just let me feed myself,” Hero complained. They weren’t injured so much so that they could not eat the soup themself.

“Not as embarrassing as trying to challenge someone as powerful as Supervillain. I found you left for dead in that alleyway, and goodness knows you could have died if I didn’t save you. Now open up.” This time Villain did not sound like they were joking. They were stern, but they also held a touch of worry in their voice.

Hero lowered their gaze to the blanket on their lap out of shame and embarrassment. Villain had immediately shut down their complaints just with that explanation alone.

“Why did you help me?” Hero asked quietly. “I’m a hero, I try to arrest you. This goes against what villains sort of well.. do.”

Villain let the spoon fall back into the bowl. They shook their head at Hero. “No, villains break rules and accepted norms dearest Hero, and saving you did just that. I did not step out of line if I was not following a line to begin with.”

Hero only stared at Villain. When they held the spoon up to them once again, this time they reluctantly opened their mouth and accepted the food. And consequently, Villain’s help.

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