Content: Implied captivity, caretaker-turned-whumpee, implied self-sacrifice.

"No matter what happens, you'll be safe," Caretaker reassured Whumpee, their voice trembling as they struggled to speak through the pain. They reached out to grab hold of Whumpee's arm; drawing them in a little closer. "You'll be safe. I've made sure of that."

"You've made sure of it?" Whumpee couldn't even keep the tremble out of their voice. "You've made sure of it - what the fuck does that mean?! Did you make a deal with those fuckers while we were separated?"

Still With Us? III

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: hospital, unconsciousness, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort

Whumpee came to slowly. They weren't sure how long they had been unconscious for, but from the feeling of their head, they knew it had been a while. Everything was soft. Soft and gentle. They knew they were safe. Knew they had to be in a hospital as they heard the gentle beep of a heart monitor.

Caretaker.

Caretaker had saved them. They were saved. The thought of Caretaker had them slowly blinking their eyes open.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker said excitedly from their right.

Something squeezed their hand. Caretaker. Caretaker's hand was squeezing their hand. They squeezed back weakly as they turned to give Caretaker a slow smile. "Hey," they croaked.

"Hey yourself. You're still with us. You're still here with me," Caretaker repeated as tears filled their eyes.

"Yeah." They were still there. They were still with Caretaker. They were still alive thanks to Caretaker. "Thank you."

"How are you feeling?"

Whumpee closed their eyes. "Tired." They were so tired.

"Sleep. I'm here with you. You're safe. You can sleep. Heal. I won't let go."

And so Whumpee let themself drift back to sleep knowing that when they woke, Caretaker would still be there. Caretaker was with them. They were safe. That was all that mattered.

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"Do you really think of me that way?"

Character "A" asked after character "B" said something highly related to character's "A" life/trauma. And it was like the character's "B" heart dropped in their stomach when they realized what they said in the fit of rage. The guilt immediately hit them so hard, especially after seeing the spark in character's "A" eyes disappear.

They were so close together. Character "A" trusted character "B" with their whole life, thinking they were their only true support only for character "B" to say something that crushed the other character's whole world.

Yes yes, sedation, forced sedation.... All good.

Now listen.

Sedation that doesn't knock you out completely, but just makes you very confused and tired instead, unable to form a clear though, yet still somewhat aware of what's happening around you. Drugging basically...

Augh

I especially adore that when combined with an otherwise very defiant whumpee who refuses medical treatment, and a kind, gentle caretaker? One who holds their hand, strokes their hair and reassures them that everything is going to be okay? Even better when it's a hero/villain dynamic???

Mhmhmtmfmgmmt

hyper-specific field med scenario but bear with me:

A, bleeding, breaths coming in audible, stilted gasps & now unable to keep up with the team, needs immediate first aid but it has to be quick and quiet

the only way medic can do this is with A in B’s lap. there’s no time to go slow, no time to get A more comfortable than B’s steady chest against their back, so medic gives B a grim nod and gets to work.

A tries, through clenched teeth and broken gasps, but eventually they can no longer stifle their screams. B muffles A’s mouth with their hand, pins them gently but firmly still against their chest with the other arm. by the time medic’s done, A’s patched up enough for everyone to get moving, but silent, limp.

the team sets off again, B carrying A on their back.

Rain Check III

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, cruel whumper

Team Leader had to find a way to break out. They had to slip these cuffs and get to Teammate One. They could fight Whumper off and rescue Teammate One. No matter what shape Teammate One was in, Team Leader was going to get them out.

No matter how hard they strained, they couldn't break their restraints. Couldn't slip free. "COME ON!" They shouted their frustration.

They didn't care that their wrists were raw. Didn't care that their throat was raw from yelling. It didn't compare to what Whumper was likely doing to Teammate One. Had continued to do to Teammate One even though Teammate One was still silent.

"Probably gagged. That's why I can't hear them," Team Leader muttered as they prepared to try to break the restraints again.

The door banged open again and Team Leader froze. Whumper stood in the door way, sinister smile on their face. "I may have overestimated that toy," they said as they walked in. Team Leader's stomach dropped. Overestimated? What did that mean. "But I won't do that with you," Whumper said as they continued forward. "We are going to have such fun, you and I."

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Slammed

Warnings: physical violence, destruction, unconsciousness, blood, injuries

"Villain! Don't do this!" Hero panted as they tried to keep up.

Villain raced along faster than Hero had ever seen them move. "Supervillain will destroy the city if they aren't stopped. I can stop them. We can stop them."

"We need a plan! We can't just go in there half cocked."

"No time. Plan and run. We've got your electricity and my fire power. That's all we need."

"Against Supervillain? Not only do they have superspeed and strength, but they also can control the weather! This is madness!"

"What choice do we have? We can't just let them destroy our city. We have to put a stop to them! We have too--"

Villain's words were cut off as Supervillain grabbed them by the throat. "Looking for someone?"

Hero froze. They hadn't seen Supervillain. Clearly neither had Villain. Villain struggled in Supervillain's grip. They raised their hand to shoot a fireball at Supervillain.

"I won't be having any of that. I just bought this outfit. I would hate for it to burn up." And they slammed Villain into the nearest wall with all of their strength.

"VILLAIN!" Hero shouted as they watched Villain crumple into a heap at the base of the broken wall. Blood oozed out from beneath them.

"I wouldn't worry about them, little one. Not when you have yourself to worry about," Supervillain said with an evil grin as they turned to face Hero. "Don't worry, I'll give you a head start."

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prompt #7

“Damn, you’re so strong,” Hero marveled, tracing a finger down Villain’s muscled arm. “I bet you could just throw me over your shoulder and carry me like a sack of potatoes, huh? Yeah, you totally could, wow.”

Villain scowled. “I’m holding a knife to your throat. Stop flirting with me.”

Tell Me Sweet Little Lies

Warnings: explosions, crush injuries, blood, hidden injuries, rescue, mcd

Whumpee knew it was bad. Knew that the explosion Whumper had set to escape pursuit was bad. Knew it was bad as they yelled at Caretaker to run as the building came down around them. Knew it was bad as they came to buried under support beams, unable to feel their legs, and having difficulty breathing.

"C-C-Caretaker," they called breathlessly. Caretaker had to be ok. This was their fault that Caretaker was there. Caretaker had wanted to wait for back up before confronting Whumper, but Whumpee hadn't listened. Caretaker was in this because of them.

"Here," Caretaker called weakly. "Where are you?"

Dust had settled around them, coating everything in a fine grey layer. Caretaker coughed. Whumpee strained to see through the dusty gloom, crying out in pain as something pressed deeper into their abdomen.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker sounded worried.

"F-F-Fine. I'm just stuck." This was very bad. Very bad. But they couldn't worry Caretaker.

"I'll come to you. Hold on."

"Be careful," Whumpee said. This was their fault. Caretaker couldn't get hurt.

"Whumpee, there you are," Caretaker's face appeared in Whumpee's field of vision. They had a bleeding cut over their eyebrow, but other than that, they seemed relatively unharmed.

"Are you ok?" They had to be sure. Caretaker had to be ok.

"Yeah, I was really lucky. Some support beams crashed into each other and formed a little cave for me. How bad is it, Whumpee?"

"Not too bad," Whumpee lied quickly. They knew it was bad. Very bad. The fact that they were struggling to breathe told them just how bad it was. But they couldn't worry Caretaker. They had to convince Caretaker to leave them to find help.

"Help should be on the way, I heard sirens before you called for me." Caretaker sat down next to Whumpee's head and stroked Whumpee's cheek. "I can try and get you out if you want."

Whumpee shook their head. "We don't know how unstable everything is. Better to wait for help." They had to convince Caretaker to leave them. To leave to get help. To get rescued. "You could climb out and tell them how to find me."

"No chance, Whumpee. I'm not leaving you. I have my phone, I called for backup. They'll call me. I can tell them where we are." Caretaker stared into Whumpee's eyes. "How bad is it really, Whumpee?"

"I'm just a little banged up. I'm sure help will be here soon." Whumpee tried to suck in as much air as they could without drawing attention to the fact that they couldn't breathe. "Distract me while we wait."

"With what?"

"Tell me a fun story. From when you were a kid." Whumpee just needed to hold on until help arrived. Then they could convince Caretaker to leave them. Every breath was a struggle. Keeping their eyes open was nearly impossible. They were so cold and it was so tempting to close their eyes and drift back to sleep. But they couldn't do that. That would worry Caretaker.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I stole a golf cart and drove it into the neighbor's swimming pool?"

"No. I would love to hear about it."

Caretaker gave a weak smile and began to speak. Whumpee barely paid attention to Caretaker's words. They just held on to Caretaker's voice. That was all that mattered. Staying awake for Caretaker. Caretaker mattered. Whumpee hummed at the right moments, though even that was becoming harder and harder to do.

Caretaker's phone rang loudly, interrupting Caretaker's story. "Hello!"

"Oh thank God, Caretaker. Can you hear us?" Teammate One's voice sounded tinny and distant, though Whumpee realized that may be their hearing beginning to fail because Caretaker didn't strain to hear.

"Loud and clear."

"Are you ok? Whumpee ok?"

"I'm ok. Small cut. Whumpee's pinned under a support beam. We can't get them out. But they're alert and oriented. They're not reporting any pain. I can't see any bleeding."

"That's good to hear."

Whumpee blinked heavily. They realized they missed part of the conversation with that blink. Caretaker hadn't noticed. Not yet at least. This was their chance. They had to get Caretaker to climb out.

"Caretaker," Whumpee said weakly, "sorry to interrupt."

Caretaker turned their complete attention to Whumpee. "You're not interrupting. We're just trying to figure out a way to get you and me out of here."

"You could climb out. Memorize the route. Bring help to me." This had to work. This was the only way. They couldn't bear if Caretaker got hurt because of them. Help could take hours to find them. Caretaker needed to get their head checked out.

"I'm not leaving you," Caretaker replied quickly.

"You can. I'll be ok," Whumpee lied. They were anything but ok. "It'll take them so much longer to find us if you don't lead them here. Besides, you should get your head checked out soon. Just in case."

"You have a head injury?" Teammate One said urgently.

"It's nothing. Whumpee's pinned. We need to get them out first."

"I agree with Whumpee's plan. Climb out. Draw us a map. We'll get you checked out and while you're doing that, the rest of us can get to Whumpee."

Caretaker's mouth was a thin line as they considered Teammate One's words. "Please, Caretaker," Whumpee said. Whumpee couldn't live with themself if Caretaker had a serious injury.

"Fine. But if the medics clear me, I'm coming back down with the team." Caretaker cupped Whumpee's cheek. Whumpee leaned into their warmth. "I'll be right back, Whumpee. You'll be ok. Help is here."

Whumpee smiled as Caretaker crawled away from them. Smiled until Caretaker was out of sight. Caretaker was getting help. Caretaker would be safe. Caretaker was going to be ok. The immense relief Whumpee felt had them closing their eyes and sighing. Caretaker's safety was all that mattered.

"They're just through here," Caretaker said as they crawled forward. The medics had taped a wad of gauze to the wound above their eyebrow and determined that Caretaker needed imaging to determine the extent of their head injury. Caretaker decided that could wait. Whumpee needed their help. Whumpee was very hurt.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker called. "Whumpee, we're back!"

Silence answered Caretaker.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker shouted louder as bile crept up the back of their throat.

Still, there was no reply. "Hurry," Caretaker said as they picked up the pace. Their heart was thundering in their chest as they rounded the last corner to where they had left Whumpee.

"Whumpee, we're here!" Caretaker said as they could see Whumpee hadn't moved from their spot.

Their eyes were closed and they were terribly still. "Whumpee?"

"Let us work, Caretaker. We'll get them out. Just hold on. You promised you wouldn't do any heavy lifting." Teammate One shouldered forward, the rest of the team following along behind them.

Caretaker watched with growing dread as the team got to work. One of them had checked Whumpee's cheek very quickly and whispered something to Teammate One. Teammate One nodded. "Let's do this quickly and carefully. The four of you will lift the beam while I pull Whumpee out. Got it?"

The team murmured their agreement. Caretaker breathed a sigh of relief. They wouldn't be working so quickly if Whumpee wasn't ok. Whumpee was just resting. Conserving energy. Perhaps they had fainted. But they were going to be ok. As soon as Teammate One pulled Whumpee free they could hurry forward.

"Ready? On three. One. Two. Three." The team strained and lifted the beam and Teammate One hooked their arms under Whumpee and pulled. "Clear!" Teammate One said and the team carefully set the beam down.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker said as they hurried over. Their brain refused to make sense of what their eyes were seeing. This couldn't be real. Whumpee's chest was covered in blood. Three deep wounds seemed to be the source of most of the bleeding. Whumpee was completely limp in Teammate One's arms, their head lolling on their neck with each movement.

"I'm sorry, Caretaker," Teammate One said as they sat back on their heels.

"No," Caretaker shook their head. "No."

"They're gone, Caretaker. I'm so sorry."

"No," Caretaker sobbed as they reached Whumpee's side. "No, they said they were fine. They're fine. They're just unconscious."

"I think they didn't want you to worry, Caretaker. Whumpee always worried about your well being more than their own."

Caretaker pulled Whumpee into their arms. They had to be sure. Had to be completely sure. Whumpee's limbs flopped with the movement and Whumpee was a complete deadweight in Caretaker's arms. Caretaker didn't care that they were getting coated in Whumpee's blood. They pressed two fingers to the pulse in Whumpee's neck. "Please, please, please," they begged as tears streamed down their face.

But as no beat came, Caretaker realized that Teammate One wasn't wrong. Whumpee had lied to them. Had lied to them to get them to get help. For themself. "Please, Whumpee, no. Please! Come back, Whumpee, please!" Caretaker screamed as they rocked with Whumpee in their arms. Though Caretaker begged and screamed and cried, Whumpee did not come back.

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Whumper teaching Whumpee not to flinch at anything.

Any sudden infliction of pain.

Any sudden loud noises.

Any sudden movement or touch.

Whumper taught Whumpee not to respond to anyone.

Any questions.

Any conversation starters.

Any comfort.

Caretaker and her team can't figure out what's wrong with Whumpee, Whumpee had earned himself a way with glaring. Nothing can stop him from just staring at the people around him.

She can't tell if its snarky defiance, or fear briddled with tears behind his glare. He's shaking.

Caretaker Details

a defiant whumpee dragged in front of whumper by henchmen. They're bleeding from their mouth and they lick the blood away before cursing whumper out.

And whumper only smiles. With a wave of their hand, one of the henchmen slaps whumpee across the face, and the other shoves them to their knees.

The message is clear.

Stay down.

They don't get the message

Whumpee tries to stand again, spitting vicious threats. Their knees are watery, threatening to give out on them.

Whumper shakes their head and whispers something to their henchmen.

Whumpee, shaking on their feet, can only watch as Caretaker is dragged-- literally dragged by their shirt collar-- and dropped beside them. Caretaker doesn't move, their breathing a ragged rise and fall. It's some semblance of life, without consciousness.

"Kneel," says Whumper.

Whumpee crashes to the ground, unable to look away from Caretaker. At their damaged hands and closed eyes, dirtied clothes, and matted hair.

Kneeling now?

Good.

"Don't cross me," murmurs Whumper and strokes the top of Whumpee's head, like one pets a stray dog just found.

Whumpee snarls but says nothing.

A gets sick while away at a cabin with friends, and they’re battling a fever.

their bed has ample quilts and blankets, but their bedroom itself is quite chilly, as there’s no central heating. They toss and turn, in and out of sleep, feverish brain wound too tightly to truly rest. around 4am is when A really starts getting desperate—they just want to get comfortable, and they can’t.

so they wrap up in a thick blanket and shuffle to the main room. Their shaking hands prop up the logs and fuel in the fireplace like B showed them. It takes three strikes of matches before A can hold one steadily enough to light the crumpled piece of paper.

The fire catches, and A sits back and wraps up tighter in their blanket, hands rubbing up and down their arms. The great room seems even colder now, but they’re far too weak to go back to their bedroom, and someone has to watch the fire.

a few hours later, their friends find them curled up and half-asleep on the cold stone hearth next to the dying embers, their fever markedly worse.

the concerned team surrounds a badly hurt whumpee after a battle. their surroundings are still horribly dangerous, so whumpee can't lose it. not now, not here, not without risking lives. but with a burn that pulses like agony, or a wound stinging with corrosive acid, or a spear impaled half through the stomach, it's all they can do to clench their fists, loosely cradle their injury, and shut their eyes tight against the pain. too loud, and the whole team is in danger.

so, with teeth bared, they haul a high pitched, keening whimper up from the back of their throat.

the sound is pleading and uneven and through their normally calm voice, horrifically out of place. it's the final straw to the team that they need to get out, and soon. because whumpee never makes that sound.

(not unless they are desperately holding back a scream.)