#rescue whump

[whumpy-galaxy]

Listen I am a SUCKER for conditioned whumpees. Specifically the unconditioning that comes after rescue.

Whumpee being afraid of Caretaker.

Whumpee having to wear a collar and a muzzle because that’s how Whumper kept them.

Whumpee panicking when they mess up or drop something, waiting for Caretaker to get upset and beat them.

Whumpee who won’t eat unless Caretaker orders them to.

Whumpee who doesn’t know what to do if they’re not being dragged around on a chain.

Whumpee who’s afraid of windows and the outdoors because Whumper convinced them everyone and everything outside wanted to hurt them, and they were safer with Whumper.

And everything that comes with that.

Caretaker not knowing what to do and feeling worthless. (Bonus points if they even consider mercy killing Whumpee because maybe they’ll always be afraid of everything and there’s nothing they can do).

Caretaker thinking maybe they DID do something to hurt Whumpee.

Caretaker being upset every time they look at Whumpee because they still insist on wearing the collar and muzzle Whumper bought for them, and Caretaker never wants to see them like that.

But also the good things that come with it!

Caretaker getting a new collar and muzzle made, with padding and lots of extra space for Whumpee to wear while they recover.

Whumpee finally being able to do something without asking Caretaker first, and Caretaker being so proud of them.

Caretaker’s praise and excitement at this makes Whumpee feel proud, too.

I just. I love it so much.

#mercy killing is great too I love that #I haven’t written in so long #like prompts and stuff #so I hope this is decent and understandable lol #whump #whump prompt #whumpblr #whumpee #whump writing #whump community #whump blog #caretaker #caretaker whump #conditioned whumpee #rescue whump #recovery whump #whumpy-galaxy

[echoingalaxies]

"Close your eyes."

Said Caretaker to dying whumpee, caressing their hair, trying to make their last moments as peaceful and comfortable as possible.

Said Caretaker to scared Whumpee, holding a knife to Whumper's throat, about to make sure they never lay their hand on Whumpee again but wanting to spare Whumpee from witnessing any more violence.

Said Caretaker to injured Whumpee, cupping their chin and guiding their head up, not letting Whumpee look at the wounds covering their body.

Said Caretaker to sleepy Whumpee, who fears falling asleep because of all the traumatic nightmares they know they'll have, but with Caretaker by their side, whispering all kinds of reassurements, they might be okay.

#tw death mention #tw implied death #whump #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #whump prompts #whump prompt #whump tropes #whump ideas #whump scenario #whumpblr #whump dialogue #dialogue prompt #writing prompts #story prompts #injury #recovery whump #rescue whump

[urlocalwhumper]

caretaker is losing their mind trying to help heavily conditioned whumpee, but nothing seems to be getting through to them. it's like talking to a brick wall! in one ear and out the other.

that is, until something forces whumpee to speak, and caretaker feels like the dumbest person in the world.

whumpee wasn't ignoring them, they don't speak english.

#whump #whump prompts #rescue whump #conditioned whumpee #mine

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee hasn’t realized they’ve been rescued. They fight the hands trying to stop the bleeding, wich resulted in them also having to hold them down.

Then there’s a voice. A familiar voice that could never be mistaken. Caretaker speaks just loud enough over the shouts saying “Eyes on me, nothing else matters, don’t look at them. Eyes on me.”

They would never see the blood; or how gruesome and horrific their wound actually was. They never saw the faces of the strangers who had no other goal other than keeping them alive. 

They only saw caretaker.  

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #caretaking #whump prompt #caretaking prompt #rescue whump #recovery whump #injury prompt #wounded whumpee #whump scenario #whump writing #whump drabble #whump angst #critical whumpee #injury whump #medical whump #tw medical #affirmation whump

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Whump Vibe/Visual

Caretaker rescuing injured Whumpee from Whumper’s facility. Henchmen combing the halls as they try to sneak their way out. Caretaker pressing Whumpee up against a wall for a moment to hide.

Their injuries jostled in just the wrong way or another wave of pain hits them and Whumpee almost lets out a groan. Caretaker notices and clamps a hand over their mouth muffling the sound as much as they can — apologizing through their eyes.

After a moment Caretaker lets go and Whumpee pants silently. Before they can get moving another wave hits Whumpee and they pull themself close to Caretaker, tucking their face into their shoulder. A hand clutches their wounded side and the other reaches up to grab a fistful of Caretaker’s jacket holding on for dear life as they bury their pained gasps in the fabric.

#whump #whumpee #whump scenario #whump scene #whump prompt #whump tropes #whump aesthetic #whump visuals #pain #caretaker #worried caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #rescue whump #groaning #gasping #hand over mouth #injured whumpee #wounded #vulnerable whumpee #my writing #whump community

[secret-whump-account]

Whumpee: I'm rescuing you.

Leader, tied down to a table: Cool, do you have a plan?

Whumpee: If I stop for long enough to think about what I'm actually doing I'm going to have a panic attack

Leader: I'm taking command of this rescue

Whumpee: Please

#whumplr #whump blog #whump incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #whumpee #team whump #rescue whump

[livingforthewhump]

could you pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaassseeeeeee continue the villain tortured livestreamed thing??

sequel to this

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Hero surveyed their team, ensuring everything was properly in place. Of course, they’d already checked a dozen different times, but there wasn’t much else to do with their anxiety other than put it to good use. There was one area, probably the most important, that they lacked the expertise to check well.

“Medic?” They asked, trying not to let their anxiety seep into their words. They knew Villain would be in desperate need of medical care. How could they not know? After all, Supervillain had gone to great lengths to make them all aware of that fact. Hero was frustrated beyond all words that the thing Villain would need the most was not something they could provide them. Hero was terrible with anything to do with health, which was really a large part of the reason why they had been elected the leader. Process of elimination: they simply weren’t good at anything else.

Medic raised an eyebrow. “Everything is ready, Hero. Including you. You should sit down; You’re going to wear yourself down before you’re even out on the field.”

A shake of their head. “Can’t. Hacker is going to send the signal any moment now, and I need to be ready.”

And just like clockwork, a steady pinging noise hit Hero’s wristband, letting them know that the blackout of Supervillain’s cameras was about to begin. Hero was on the move instantly, hopping lightly out of the back of their camouflaged van with just a jerk of their head to tell Teammate to follow. As they walked they powered off their wristband. Their earpiece was left behind in the van—the electronic blackout was total, and any technology used by them would be like a foghorn in a cathedral: utterly out of place and infinitely noticeable. They knew without looking that Teammate was copying them.

The plan was simple: Hacker had gotten into their camera system from the van, locating where Villain was being held and copying down a map to it. They needed more controls to do a full camera blackout, so they froze a few frames in the security system while they went ahead of the company and took control of the security room. From there they would orchestrate a blackout that would last approximately ten minutes before someone noticed and fixed it. In the meantime they would be loading Supervillain’s files onto their own computer while Hero and Teammate went to get Villain. Five minutes in, five minutes out.

And the clock was already ticking.

The door creaked open in front of Hero, the lock having been disabled by Hacker just moments before. Without sparing more than a glance around to make sure no one was waiting in ambush, Hero took off at a sprint down the hall. The door they’d entered through was on a lower level equivalent to a basement, they supposed. Supervillain’s base was built on a slope, allowing for easy access to several different levels.

Hero hooked turns and opened doors without any hesitation. They had studied the map Hacker had made for them so many times they were certain they wouldn’t forget it as long as they’d lived. Without knowing what state Villain was in and if they were going to have to carry them out, Hero wanted as much of their time to be budgeted for their exit as possible. Teammate’s footsteps thudded just behind them, constant and reassuring.

Once they got to the door that Hero knew was Villain’s, they skidded to a halt. No one had intercepted them on their way in, which was ideal, but…unrealistic. They knew they had to be prepared for a trap. Hero took a split second to catch their breath and toss a look over their shoulder to Teammate, who gave a nod and pulled out their weapon, holding it at the ready.

Hero pulled a small kit out of their pocket, slotting a tiny explosive into the space between the door and the frame just over where the doorknob was. A small press of a button and a cautious step back later, a tiny explosion of various acids and chemicals corroded and broke through the lock much faster than Hero could have. Hero pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The room was easily recognizable as the one the ransom video had been recorded in. The concrete walls were the same, the same chair was set up in the center with knotted rope neatly coiled in its seat as though it were just waiting to be used again, even the camera was still set up on a tall tripod a few feet away from the chair. One wall was covered in knNives and grotesque tools for torture. Dark blood puddled on the floor, some dried and flaky, and some still pooling in the grim light.

In the opposite corner huddled a small form—Villain. They were not easily recognizable as the same one in the ransom video, the same one who came to Hero with a defiant scheme to take down Supervillain and spent late nights researching and planning and brought them coffee in the morning when neither of them had slept. No. This couldn’t be the same one.

But it was.

Their hair was lanky, falling over their face and hiding their eyes in shadow. Or maybe it was just bruising so dark that Hero couldn’t tell the difference. Their knees were tucked up to their bare chest protectively, arms wrapped around their legs and face buried down. Even from here Hero was struck by how loosely their pants hung, how scrawny and thin their arms looked compared to how they used to be. Slightly bloodied cuffs were holding their wrists together, and their arms were covered in mottling bruises and purposeful cuts and what looked like cigarette burns. Hero took a step forward, trying to shake themself out of their horrified stupor, and the small figure that they knew was Villain cowered back, eyes flicking up to them. Hero couldn’t see their eyes well enough to tell if there was any recognition or hope in them, or just fear.

They crossed the room quickly so they could kneel down next to Villain.

“Villain, it’s me, Hero,” they said quietly, eyes moving over Villain’s form without thinking. “You look awful.” Apparently their mouth also moved without thinking.

It was true, though. Up close, even more so. Now Hero could see that some of the cuts on their arms spelled out words, crudely carved into the captive villain.

“Are you here to break me out?” Villain’s voice came out hoarsely like they hadn’t used it properly in weeks. Still, there was a sardonic edge to their voice, a slight glint in their eyes telling Hero to stay focused and remember their mission. Hero was in awe of that strength that remained after they had been put through all hell.

“Of course,” Hero scoffed. It should have been obvious.

Villain’s face darkened. “But…Youngest. Supervillain said—”

“Can you walk?” Hero interrupted.

“Um,” Villain hummed noncommittally, face screwing up while they shifted their legs. They tried to stifle a whimper in their throat, but Hero heard it loud and clear. “Supervillain kind of, um. Broke my leg with a mallet?”

“They what?” Hero hissed, rage spiking red through their vision. They took a long, controlled breath. “Okay. I can carry you. We just need to get out of here.”

Without waiting another second they scooped their arms underneath Villain and stood. They were much lighter than they should have been. They tried their best to ignore that and just start walking. Hero met Teammate’s eyes as they exited the God-forsaken room with Villain in tow. Teammate’s face was blank, but there was a tightness around their eyes and mouth that spoke volumes to Hero about just how bad Villain looked now that they weren’t folded over themself against a wall.

Villain’s bound arms now lay demurely over their lap, by Hero’s chest. This close, it was hard not to look at the words etched into them with a lazy and sadistic hand.

Coward.

Traitor.

Mutt.

Hero swallowed bile and started jogging. Villain cried out under their breath at the jostling it required, but Hero just went faster. If they didn’t get out of there they couldn’t promise that they weren’t going to turn around and find Supervillain just so they could make them pay for each one of those marks.

They didn’t remember getting back to the van, but suddenly they were there, and Teammate and Medic were lifting Villain from Hero’s arms and onto a small gurney strapped in place in the back of the van. It was a slightly makeshift setup.

Hero made themself climb into the van just so they could get closer to Villain, to make sure they were okay. Medic had them laying down and was cutting through their pants so they could get to the broken bone to set it. Villain’s head tilted wearily to the side, seeking out Hero. Their hand reached out and Hero caught it easily, letting them squeeze while Medic reset the bone. Before Villain’s yell had even died down, Hacker had the engine revved and was driving away.

Villain was passed completely out by the time they reached their base, and Hero wasn’t far from it. They insisted they carry Villain inside, now swathed in bandages and cleaned as best as they could manage with the supplies they’d brought. They were frightfully thin, ribs poking out like knuckles through their battered skin. A deep red burn slashed down their chest, drawing attention to the bright and inflamed skin around it compared to the ombre of bruises and scabbed cuts covering them. Supervillain had even signed their name on them, like they were a damned canvas.

Time wasn’t really making sense to Hero when they set Villain down in the medwing. They noticed it was dark outside when they left the van, and the full moon was bright overhead, but they didn’t know the time. They remembered Hacker remarking something about being surprised that Youngest wasn’t waiting up for them, and the tired laughter that went around the group. They remembered the color of Villain’s skin against the clean white sheet, and the weariness in Medic’s eyes as they went to fetch their charts and IVs. They remembered being pushed into a nearby bed, but they weren’t sure who it was that pushed them there.

Then they felt sunlight hitting their eyelids as their consciousness swam back into awareness.

“How is Villain?” Hero was asking before their eyes were even fully open. Hacker sat in a seat beside Villain’s bed, computer open on their lap.

Hacker’s lips twitched slightly. “Good morning to you too. I slept great.” A beat of silence let their joke fall flat, and they sighed. “Villain’s doing fine. Malnourished and dehydrated and very weak, but stable. They still haven’t woken up. They needed the rest.” Their appraising eyes went back to Hero. “You did too. Medic made some coffee before I threatened them into going to rest. How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” Hero stood, swaying just slightly as they made their way to Medic’s office and the coffee machine on their desk. “Where’s Sidekick?”

Hacker shrugged. “I haven’t seen them. They’re probably taking advantage of having those training halls all to themself.”

“Find anything in those files yet?”

A heavy sigh filled the air with the cadence of something done many times already. “I have them loaded up, but they’re heavily encrypted, and the decoding has taken me hours. I think I just about have it, though.”

Hero had poured themself a mug and was seated in a chair opposite Hacker when they let out a triumphant shout that just about made Hero spill their coffee.

“I got it!” Hacker grinned, gesturing Hero over. Before they even got to Hacker’s side, their smile was dropping. The only folder on the drive was one titled “I hope you enjoy your trade :)”

Hero’s stomach dropped. The file was filled with pictures and videos of Villain, during their captivity, displaying in horrible detail everything that was done to them.

Except, at the very end, was a link.

Hacker clicked it, fearing the worst.

Youngest’s teary face filled the screen.

—

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#this has been one of my most highly requested continuations :D #I hope it was worth the wait #whump writing #villain whumpee #villain whump #hero caretaker #supervillain whumper #rescue #rescue whump

[whumped4whumplover]

Whump Idea

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#caretaker and whumpee #traumatized whumpee #caretaker #whumpee #delirious whumpee #rescue whump #conditioned whumpee #conditioning whump #caretaker x whumpee #whump things #whump stuff #whump prompt #whump writing #whump angst #scared whumpee

[cpt-winters]

Hostage / Kidnapping Whump - Part 4/4 (Part One, Part Two, Part Three)

Whumpee strained against the manacles, getting no closer to freedom as Whumper dragged the knife, his knife, across Leader's chest, trailing crimson behind the split the skin.

The mercenary paused, blood dripping from the blade's fine edge. "Tell me what I want to know and I'll stop."

"I'll kill you-" Whumpee snarled. "I'll fucking kill you!" He twisted at the bindings, growling as only his skin loosened. The metal squeaked in mockery, sturdily locked in place. 

"Whumpee," Leader half-whispered, bloodied chest heaving up and down at the effort. "Stop. Please.."

Whumpee tore his gaze away, locking his jaw as the drill whirred up, focusing on anything else but the metal squelching into flesh. He bit back a wince, the corner of his eye stinging as his sergeant's screams melded with the screeching drill.

Whumper froze, the drill dying down as alarms blared outside the corridor. The mercenary took a step back, widened eyes flicking toward the barred door. He staggered back, releasing Whumpee's restraints as the door swung open.

Whumpee clawed at his captor's forearm as the other pulled his gun, dragging him to the wall.

"Put him down!" Teammate One warned, weapon trained on the pair.

Whumpee let out a shaky breath, head inching back as the mercenary jammed the gun under his chin. They came. They really came.

"Not one step closer."

No. No, Whumper wasn't going to use him to hurt his team. Not again.

Whumpee swatted the gun's barrel away, heat searing his palm as a bullet thudded into the ceiling. Whumper let out a yelp, wrist twisting as Whumpee turned, wrestling him for the weapon.

"Whumpee-!"

A second shot rang out, then a third.

Whumper's eyes widened as he toppled, scarlet pooling around him. Whumpee's gaze fell with him, glued to the other.

"Shit- shit! Are you okay?" Teammate Two rushed to his side, hand impossibly gentle as they placed it on his shoulder.

He nodded, darkness dancing into his vision as it remained fixed on Whumper. "Jus' get Leader."

Whumpee lifted a hand to his chest as the footsteps receded, world swaying before his knees buckled under him. Muffled voices and rushed footsteps morphed into the same incomprehensible haze in his ears, his face stinging against the rough cement.

"...ee? Whumpee?"

A muted whimper escaped him as a set of hands turned him over, battered body crying out in protest.

"Come on- Stay with me," his sergeant pleaded, blood swiftly seeping through his fingers as he pressed them to Whumpee's chest. "Don't you dare die on me!"

"S-sorry boss..."

"No, no no- Whumpee!

...Whumpee?"

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#whump #defiant whumpee #team whump #team dynamics #team leader whump #leader whump #captivity whump #military whump #whump snippet #interrogation whump #torture whump #multiple whumpees #rescue whump #character death #(possibly) #hostage whump #kidnapping whump #emotional whump #angst

[whumpy-bi]

“I’ve got her”

Word Count: 420

Warnings: mentions of torture, mentions of non consensual drugging, deliciousness, aftermath of torture

Whumpee was absolutely terrified, her senses dulled and distorted by days worth of torture and drugging, her eyes and ears still fighting to pierce through the haze whatsoever.

Someone was holding her, keeping her close to their chest. They were moving, she was moving—where were they taking her now? Her head still hurt so much, she hoped they wouldn’t do another round of interrogations today…

A voice began filtering through, from somewhere. Whumpee couldn’t tell where, everything sounded like she was underwater, but it was the first time she’d been able to make out words in quite some time. The voice was low, smooth.

“I’ve got her, I got her. Get the medical guys ready, I—I don’t think they broke anything, but they definitely gave her something. She isn’t…”

The voice kept talking, but Whumpee couldn’t make out the rest of it. She tried again to blink through the haze, fighting harder now to keep her eyes open. She could still hear the person holding her, and she wanted to grip onto the sound for dear life. She couldn’t pick the words apart, but the sound itself felt so safe, like the warm breeze she’d been desperate for after that cold cell. A stray thought occurred—maybe this was a dream after all. A hazy vision of safety, with a beautiful voice and strong hands, giving her a few hours of respite.

Whumpee let out a quiet sigh, her fear and apprehension giving way to relief. She still couldn’t make sense of what was happening, but this voice wasn’t going to hurt her. It was a natural instinct, something deep in her mind that persisted past the haze and delirium—she was safe with this person, and she knew it.

“Hey, Whumpee, can you hear me? Might be hard for you to talk, that’s okay…I just need to make sure you can understand me.”

Whumpee frowned. Why would a dream ask her that? But, she nodded anyway, worry stirring in her gut with how difficult the simple action was.

Caretaker frowned back, carefully setting Whumpee down on a stretcher. “You can? That’s good, honey…that’s good. I’m gonna stay with you.” He pushed her hair from her face, brow furrowing with worry. She looked completely out of it, her eyes unfocused and her expression distant.

Whumpee closed her eyes, trying her best to maintain her grip on Caretaker’s hand. She still wasn’t fully convinced any of this was real, but she knew she didn’t want to be left in the empty haze again.

#whump #whumpee #writing #whump writing #caretaker #interrogation #aftermath #rescue #rescue whump #tw drugging #this is self indulgent who cares

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Be Good- Part 3

Part 2

Whumpee stirred to the feeling of being gently shaken. Whumpee cracked an eye open, expecting to see Whumper. They almost cried at who they saw instead. "Caretaker?" they whispered. "Hey," Caretaker smiled, "took forever to find you. Ready to get out of here?" Whumpee sat up eagerly, then their face fell. They withdrew into themselves. "I can't," Whumpee said sadly, "I... I have to be good." Caretaker tilted their head, their features scrunched up in confusion. "Huh? Whumpee-" "I'll get drugged again if I'm not good," Whumpee sniffled, "you should go..." Caretaker took a deep breath, concealing their anger toward Whumper. "Whumpee, I promise, coming with me is the right thing. Whumper is the one who isn't being good. Just come on and I'll help you." "No!" Whumpee was becoming quite distressed now, "I can't- I have to be good, I-" Whumpee was interrupted by their own sobbing. "Shh, shh, Whumpee, please, be quiet," Caretaker whispered desperately. Caretaker looked around, making sure Whumper wasn't in sight, when their eyes fell on the syringe. They didn't want to do it, but... "Whumpee, give me your arm," Caretaker said, holding their hand out. Whumpee looked at Caretaker with tear-stained cheeks and wide eyes. "Come on, you wanna be good, right? Let me see your arm." Whumpee shakily presented their arm. Caretaker quickly deposited the contents of the syringe into their system, pushing down the fresh surge of guilt that bubbled up inside them. "There, you're being so good, Whumpee, so good, just relax okay? I'm gonna take care of everything." Whumpee nodded dazedly. Caretaker swept them up into a bridal carry. "N-no- Care-" "Shh, just go to sleep, Whumpee. Can you do that for me? You're being so good, just go to sleep." Whumpee continued to fight the drug for a couple more seconds, then let it take them under. Caretaker breathed a sigh of relief and started to make their way to the car.

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[whumppromptoftheday]

whumpee being so scared of everyone after their rescue that the only person who can get close to them is caretaker

#whumppromptoftheday #whump #whump prompt #whump idea #whumpee #caretaker #rescue whump

[echoingalaxies]

#whump poll #whump polls #rescue whump #whump tropes #whump scenarios #emotional whump #hurt/comfort #comfort whump #caretaking #caretaker x whumpee #whumpee x caretaker #whump #whumpblr

[urlocalwhumper]

whumpee is different after being rescued, and they hate themselves for it because they know their loved ones wanted the them from before, but they just... can't be that person anymore

#whump #whump prompts #rescue whump #recovery whump #emotional whump #mine

[jordanstrophe]

They've broken the lock to whumpee's cell. Light floods the room for the first time in what felt like eternity. Whumpee tries to lift their head to meet their rescuers, but they don't have the strength to; their head giving way and collapsing against the floor in a pitiful display of what strength they have left.

#whump #whumpee #whump prompt #kidnapped whumpee #kidnap prompts #rescue whump #rescued whumpee #rescue prompts #whump angst #collapse whump #hurt/comfort #injured whumpee #exhausted whumpee

[abhainnwhump]

While being rescued, Whumpee falls asleep on Caretaker's arms as they carry them out. It's the first time in a long time they think they are safe.

#I felt like I needed to put some comfort after posting so much hurt #whump #whump prompt #whump writing #whumpblr #whump tropes #broken whumpee #traumatized whumpee #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #rescue whump #whump aftermath #whump fluff