#whumpcember

[whumpcember]

Welcome back to Whumpcember!

Or if you're new, welcome!

This is the second ever Whumpcember event and I am happy to be running it again! I am so thankful for all the support for last year's Whumpcember and for everyone who filled out the prompt list form! I hope everyone has a wonderful writing Whumpcember, and now, onto the rules!

Prompts should be answered with whump as the main focus

Fanfic! Gif! Text post! Fanart! Fan video! Any piece of media that you can possibly make that has whump counts!

You can use the prompts any time! Don't feel the need to rush

Though, prompts answered during December will most likely be reblogged

Post anywhere! AO3, Wattapad, Tumblr, or even Fanfic.Net! So as long as you make a Tumblr post with a link to the answered prompt it may be reblogged.

When posting onto Tumblr you can either @ the blog or tag with #whumpcember2023 and the day's tag, such as #whumpcember2023 day1

Don't forget to add any warnings necessary, such as NSFW or sexual content

An AO3 Collection will go out on December 1 and close January 1, it's not mandatory, but if you want your works saved in a collection, make sure you get it in on time!

At the end of the month a masterpost will go out to all participants and a badge you can save stating that you are either a participant or completionist. In order to be on the masterpost though, you will have to fill out a google form at the end of month; don't worry it'll take two minutes!

If you have any more questions, send me an ask, but please read the FAQ first!

Written Prompt list below:

-Main Prompts-

Day 1: Fever

Day 2: Sickness

Day 3: Hypothermia

Day 4: Hidden Injury

Day 5: Impaled

Day 6: Nightmares

Day 7: Fainting

Day 8: Isolation

Day 9: Brainwashing

Day 10: Freezing

Day 11: Infection

Day 12: Touch Starved

Day 13: Restraints

Day 14: Cornered

Day 15: Hallucinating

Day 16: Head Injury

Day 17: Fire

Day 18: Chronic Pain

Day 19: Exhaustion

Day 20: Drugged

Day 21: Choking

Day 22: Seizures

Day 23: Nosebleed

Day 24: Bullet

Day 25: Coma

Day 26: Collapse

Day 27: Bleeding Out

Day 28: Abandoned

Day 29: Paralyzed

Day 30: Delirium

Day 31: Homeless

-Alts-

Alt 1. Stabbed

Alt 2. Forced to Watch

Alt 3. Drowning

Alt 4. Ice

Alt 5. Sacrifice

Alt 6. Concussion

Alt 7. Hunger

Alt 8. Tears

Alt 9. Begging

Alt 10. Abused

#whumpcember2023 #whumpcember2023 prompt list #whumpcember #whump #whump prompts #prompts #writing prompts

[supercriminalbean]

Hidden Injury

Aaron Hotchner X GN!Reader X Derek Morgan.

Whumpcember day 4 prompt Hidden injury.

@whumpcember

Summary: A bad day leads you to hiding your injuries.

Day 4 hidden injury.

Damn it! Could this day get any worse, first you had spilled your coffee all over your paperwork you had spent all night completing. Next, you had gotten into multiple arguments with the main officer

on the case which caused tension between the police force and the team. Then you, Morgan and Hotch headed up to the a suspect's houses only for everyone to be separated and you had somehow gotten pinned against the wall by him. You fought against him, and at one point you were winning until he took a cheap shot at your ribs. He managed to get away and then on the drive back your vehicle was T-boned by the unsub. Hotch managed to get a few shots off at him, getting him square in the shoulder, you all watch him run away into the trees. So now you, Morgan and Hotch all stand on the side of the road stranded, waiting for backup. Luckily no one was hurt, well badly hurt. 

~~~

You can’t help but lean against the car as Hotch and Morgan discuss the unsub and his next moves. You try to focus on the discussion but you can’t, there's a throbbing sensation coming from your side, sliding your hand down your side gently, you hiss sharply before intaking a deep breath. Glancing up at the boys, glad they didn’t hear you, nor are they watching you. So being careful, you slowly lift the bottom of your shirt up, spotting a dark purple bruise starting to form. You definitely have broken a couple ribs, fuck no wonder this shit hurts. Pulling down your shirt again you lean against the car, closing your eyes as you take some deep breaths. 

“(Y/l), what do you think?” Hotch turns over to you, noticing you are still leaning against the car, having not moved with them. He can’t help frown, his eyebrows narrowing lightly.

“Oh um, yeah I agree with you guys” You stumble over your words just slightly, sending him a reassuring smile when you meet his concerned eyes. 

“Alright” He sighs walking back over to you.

“Did Rossi say how long he will be” Morgan groans, leaning up against the car beside you. 

“No, he said he would drop the others off then come straight back for us” Hotch replies.

“Why don’t you just walk Morgan, get a headstart” You tease him smirking tiredly.

“Oh yeah yeah shorty, you go first” He laughs back, nudging you with his elbow. Your laughter turns to a hiss of pain, your eyes widen before you cough trying to cover it up, but too late. 

~~~

“Did you just hiss?” Morgan straightens up, staring down at you with a confused look in his eyes.

“No, I coughed.” You lie badly trying to move before slamming your eyes shut as pain radiates through your body.

“(Y/n)” Hotch sighs, crossing his arms as he moves to stand in front of you. “Pull your shirt up”

“What, right here boss?” Smirking at him as the next words slip out. “ Look I'm flattered truly but Rossi could turn up anytime I don’t think he needs to see such a good show” You grin at him as you spot Morgan trying hard to muffle his chuckles.

“(Y/n) cut it out, you’re hurt” Hotch huffs louder, his patience running low.

“I don’t think you want to push him sweetheart” Morgan chuckles as you smirk at him just as Hotch grabs the bottom of your shirt pulling it upwards. 

“(Y/n)” Hotch mutters softly as his finger slides over it gently causing you to wince.

“Jesus sweetheart” Derek sighs, as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“It's not the bad” You try to argue as Aaron slides his hands over your sides slowly, causing you to whine and glare in response.

“Sorry, I’m just checking it out” Aaron quickly apologies before pulling his hands away. 

“How bad?” You ask groaning as the throbbing returns.

“At least three broken ribs, if not four” Aaron sighs, giving you a pointed look. “Don’t you ever try to hide that from us again” 

“Sorry Hotch, It won’t happen again” You smile weakly in apology as Derek helps you move. 

“You should sit down” Derek shakes his head as he opens the back car door for you, helping you settle down before Aaron passes you some pain killers. 

“Just relax we will get you some help soon” Aaron smiles as you swallow down the pills and nod at him.

“Thank you”

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #derek reader #Derek morgan x reader #Derek morgan X gn!reader #Aaron hotchner x Gn!Reader #Aaron Hotchner x reader #Aaron hotchner fluff #Derek morgan fluff #whumpcember #whumpcember 2023 #Whumpcember day 4

[serickswrites]

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."

#serickswrites #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #tw choking #tw seizures #tw forced to watch #whumpcember #whumpcember 2023 #day 21 #day 22 #prompt: choking #prompt: seizure #queue #tw poison

[suspensefulpen]

Whumpcember Day 21: Choking

TW: Choking, Bad Caretaker

@whumpcember

Whumpee flinched and whimpered in pain as Caretaker cleaned the fresh open wounds across their body. “Caretaker, I—” 

“No. I don’t want to hear it.” She frowned. She wiped the last wound and discarded the cotton ball in the small bin next to her. She grabbed a new cotton ball and put ointment over it as she shook her head. “I’m sick of hearing it.” 

“Caretaker, I swear—” 

“Just stop it Whumpee. Your lies and excuses aren’t doing anything.” She glared at them and began rubbing the ointment over their wounds.  “You’re hurting yourself and you’re trying to say Whumper is hurting you. And I know he’s not. When will you ever stop lying? Whumper would never hurt anyone.” 

“But—” 

“Enough.” Caretaker stopped applying the ointment and stood from her spot in front of the sofa. Seeing the pure fury in her eyes made Whumpee shrink back into the cushions of the seat. “Enough with the excuses Whumpee. No matter how much you try to twist it and say he’s hurting you, I’m not going to believe you. So stop lying and trying to make me stop being with Whumper because it’s not going to happen.” 

Tears filled Whumpee’s eyes as Caretaker picked up all of the medical supplies and the small bin. They watched nervously as she left the room, almost stomping. Caretaker had never been this angry with them before. She didn’t even bother leaving any bandages. What if she eventually kicked them out? Then what? What if they ended up dying at the hands of her beloved Whumper? Would she believe them then? Would she ever believe them? What if she started to hate Whumpee? 

“What a shame.” 

They raised their gaze and found Whumper leaning against the doorway. He seemed completely relaxed, his hands in his pockets and even a small smile on his face. 

“Seven months ago, I thought you and Caretaker were like this.” He crossed his middle finger over his pointer finger. “But now, you’ve completely lost her trust. You’re lying to her, you’re hurting yourself, you’re doing everything you can to get rid of me. And yet, you’re failing miserably.” 

“I’m not lying and we both know that.” Whumpee frowned. 

“You are lying. You know you are.” Whumper stepped forward. Whumpee began scooting backwards, hoping they’d go through the sofa so they could turn and run away. They quickly realized this wasn’t going to happen when Whumper crouched down in the same spot Caretaker had just been in. He lowered his voice, his eerie smile still present. “You know, Caretaker told me she felt like you didn’t want her to be happy. So you’re doing everything you can to get me out of the picture. And she’s seeing right through it.” 

Whumpee’s tears began to flow down their cheeks. Caretaker really felt like that? She felt like Whumpee didn’t want her to be happy? She genuinely believed that? How could Whumpee do such a thing? Wait…but it wasn’t their fault. They aren’t the ones inflicting the wounds onto themself. It was Whumper. 

Whumpee frowned in spite of their tears. “You’re lying! She didn’t say that!” 

“Am I? Would you like evidence for proof that I’m not?” Whumper reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone. He scrolled through it for a moment before showing Whumpee a video. 

Caretaker and Whumper were in the kitchen. Their backs were turned to the camera as they stood at the marble island. 

“I just feel like…they don’t want me to be with you. Like they hate you. Or…they just don’t want me to be happy with you.” Caretaker’s voice cracked. “And they know how hard everything has been for me lately… It’s like they want me to revolve everything around them…” 

Whumper stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her as she began to sob into his chest. “It’s okay. They’re probably just jealous. But I understand, you feel like it’s hard to get away from the pain and they’re not making it any better. Healing takes a while, and they might not understand that, but I do. I’ll always be here when you need me.” 

“Thank you Whumper…” She sniffed. 

Whumpee sat frozen as many emotions filled their mind. Shock, guilt, sadness. How could they do such a thing? How could they make Caretaker feel like they didn’t want her to be happy? 

“That wasn’t even the full conversation.” 

“There’s more?!” Whumpee asked, horrified. 

“Of course there’s more. There’s always more.” Whumper smirked. “Not to mention, this was months ago.” 

“Months?!” 

“Months of you continuously making the one person you had left think you don’t want good things for them. I’ve warned you once Whumpee, don’t let me have to warn you again.” He leaned close to their ear, lowering his voice to a whisper. “You keep this up and I just might have you disappear one day. Even Caretaker won’t bother to look for you. I’ll make sure she’s angry with you so she’ll stop caring and eventually put you out. By that point, she won’t give you a second thought. And Caretaker will be mine and mine only.” 

Whumper took Whumpee’s hands and wrapped them around their throat, stopping any oxygen from flowing into their lungs. Whumpee began squirming to remove their hands. But with Whumper holding them down so tightly, they couldn’t move at all. They did everything they could to get even the slightest bit of oxygen but they couldn’t. They were uselessly gasping for air. The more they struggled, the weaker they felt. They began to see black spots at the edges of their vision as Whumper began whispering again. 

“Stay the hell out of my way.”

#whumpcember2023 #whumpcember #whump #whump writing #bad caretaker #angst #suspense #creepy whumper #possessive whumper #obsessive whumper #caretaker x whumper #whumper x caretaker #emotional whump #creative writing #writeblr #writer things #writers on tumblr

[lordofthewhumps]

Republic Of Doyle Season 4 Episode 1

Des gets shot, then goes into cardiac arrest and has CPR done on him.

#whump #whump community #whump stuff #whumpee #whumpblr #shot #cpr #defib #defibrillation #republicofdoyle #mark o’brien #collapse #whump gifs #whump scenes #whumpcember #whumpedit

[whumpookies]

Whumpcember 2023: day 3 hypothermia

#whumpcember #no3 #hypothermia #cold #freezing #compilation

[alexversenaberrie]

@whumpcember

#whumpcember2022 #whumpcember2022 day1 #whumpcember #hypothermia #star wars #luke skywalker #darth vader #vader #luke/anakin #luke x vader #luke and vader

[rabbit-dance]

A more metaphorical image for today's @whumpcember prompt: Restraints.

Cal is constantly battling against his medical condition, and the limits placed upon him because of it. The reminders of it are constant. I figured wrapping him in various forms of caution/warning tape is a good way to symbolize that.

#black and white #oc content #plague rat comic #whumpcember2023 #whumpcember #whump #whump art #metaphor #tw restraints #sketch #my art

[the-introverted-writer-for-life]

Whumpcember day 13

Prompt: day 13 Restraints

@whumpcember

This was a one shot with a little tiny bit of editing here and there but I think it turned out ok in the end

CW: Whumpee, restraints, electric shocks, pain described, creepy Whumper

Whumpee woke, dazed and feeling as though an incessant gong was walloping the inside of their skull time and time again. Through blurry eyes, Whumpee tried to distinguish their surroundings from one another. It was all bright, white light and it hurt their vision more than they were willing to admit.

“Ah. You're awake,” a voice remarked from somewhere in the blinding white that enveloped them. “I do hope you are comfortable with your… position. I certainly am.” Whumpee could hear the smile in Whumper’s voice.

Frantic, they realised their wrists were shackled to the wall behind them, tightened just enough to allow no movement whilst not completely crushing the delicate bones that lay beneath the skin. The rest of their body sat on the solid concrete floor, cross legged on the smooth grey surface.

Finally, Whumpee’s eyes adjusted to the light, and for the first time they saw Whumper, who was steadily walking towards them with a victorious smirk on their face. Whumper crouched down so they were eye level with Whumpee, still with that same smile.

“You and I are going to get along quite well, aren't we, Whumpee?” Whumper purred.

Whumpee glared at them. “Never,” they spat.

“Aw, don't worry, my dear. You don't have to talk now. It's better for you if you don't, trust me.” Whumper lifted up a remote they held in their hand, theatrically pressing a button with one simple movement of the thumb.

A metal gag shot across Whumpee’s mouth, doing nothing to show any sign of breaking even as Whumpee's teeth tried to gnaw at it hopelessly. The steel tasted bitter, salty against Whumpee's dry tongue.

Even more panicked, they began to fight. Whumpee wriggled furiously in their bonds, willing them to snap, to break, anything, anything to be free.

Whumper lifted the remote again, taking their time in pressing another button.

A bolt of electricity rippled through Whumpee's body at the speed of light - but the effects lasted long after. Whumpee's brain was numbed with the pain, the excruciating, unbearable pain. It was like nothing else they'd ever felt. It left them gasping for breath through the metal gag, eyes blurring as they struggled to comprehend anything else but this inconceivable pain.

Whumper stood up, satisfied. “Let that be a little lesson to you, darling Whumpee. Don't try and withstand my force. You'll soon learn how to blend into the background a bit more, don't worry about that. We'll get you sorted out, and then you'll be the best pet the world will ever see,” they smirked. “But enough of that now. I'll leave you to rest before your next little lesson.”

Leaving Whumpee still gagged and bound, Whumper stalked swiftly over to a white door and exited the room.

Whumpee glowered at the door, but it was only to mask their growing apprehension. What would become of them now?

#whumpcember2023 #day 13 #writing #whump writing #whump #whumpee #whumper #whumpcember #pet whump #creepy whumper

[rainydaywhump]

Reed pt 8 - Forced to Watch (Whumpcember Day 16, Alt 2)

<- Pt. 7 - Pt. 9 ->

Cervine finds that Reed has been captured again, and she's feeling guilt. Aaaaand murder.

In other words: Cervine remembers being made to wait to rescue Reed until the cover of night, during which she had to watch what the enemy soldiers were doing to him.

CWs: male whumpee, degradation, dehumanization, creepy whumpers, multiple whumpers, caretaker fucking kills them, please not that irl medieval-ish combat was not nearly this easy unless you were really good at it, which I've decided Cervine is. Blood, some gore that isn't described much, restraints on whumpee.

I lost him.

I left him alone and defenseless.

I may as well have tossed him over enemy lines myself.

Cervine stared at the hoofprints leading away from their campsite, lips pursed and eyes smarting with anger. She had left for a last-minute forage for some more medicinal plants, and she'd left Reed on his own. After being held captive for two weeks and then being under her constant care and company for nearly another week, she figured he'd want some alone time before the journey home. Seeing as they were in no man's land, she'd thought that no one would stumble across him in the two hours that she was gone.

The shirt he'd been altering was cast aside, needle and thread still nearby. A little more searching and she found his dagger lying in the grass. But none of the items in their shelter had been taken or moved -- meaning whoever had taken him either didn't think to look or didn't even realize that they were there.

Evidently, she'd been wrong. Reed was incredibly strong considering he'd held out against his interrogators. He had been a capable agent before his time in captivity, and he would certainly become one once again, once he was fully recovered. But he wasn't fully recovered yet, and though he was highly intelligent, brave, and strong-willed, those traits wouldn't have been enough against brute strength.

Which meant Reed hadn't told anyone about her.

Which meant she stood a better chance of finding him again.

I lost him. I did this to him.

He suffered so much and he was just starting to heal a little mentally, and I betrayed him.

If he had told his attackers about me, I would've deserved it. I would deserve to be in his place. This was my mistake, not his.

The Laarylni agent knew that she had made another mistake in her mission to rescue the missing allied spy, and that was getting attached to him. She'd actually let herself care about him, not just for him. And she didn't try to resist that anymore, either. Cervine had been on rescue missions before, and she'd always been able to be calm and compartmentalized about it, but this...this was different.

A cold chill ran through her as she considered another aspect of her failure: she had never properly hidden the bodies of Reed's previous captors, the band of semi-autonomous Halyen warriors who had kidnapped him and tortured him relentlessly for two weeks. To be fair, she reasoned, she hadn't had time -- Reed was in desperate need of urgent medical attention, and that took priority. But Cervine had to admit that a large part of her carelessness came from pure emotion.

She closed her eyes and slipped into a memory of the day and night that followed her search for the missing spy.

...

The soldiers were awake and mostly sober when she settled into her hiding spot.

On a slight rise on the knoll, hidden by rocks and scraggly bushes, Cervine hunkered down under the protection of her cloak -- mottled with the colors of the landscape and breaking up her silhouette -- and forced herself to take deep breaths while otherwise staying as still as possible. She needed to make sure that she was calm despite what she was seeing, and she needed to stay perfectly still so as not to attract any attention. As darkness fell, motion would be all the more visible to the soldiers.

She wanted to jump right in and grab Reed, but she had come all this way and she wasn't going to risk mission failure just because she was being forced to watch the torture they put him through.

She watched them pull his hair and tie a thick collar around him, then tighten it until he passed out -- and then they slapped him awake or carved slits into his skin until he came to from the pain. They tied a chain leash to the collar and bound him in a kneeling position by their feet as they ate and he starved. They beat him, and then they patted his head and stroked his thighs and chest after in a sickening show of possession and dehumanization.

She watched as one of the soldiers eyed him up all afternoon and then advanced when the sun fell, rope and knife in hand. Reed, who had been reduced to a limp, bloodied, bruised body at this point, flinched at the sight of him -- and though Reed was too weak and likely too starved to retaliate at all, the soldier took sickening pleasure in calling over his comrades to hold Reed down and twist him into a painful hogtie, gagging him even more for the night.

I'm sorry, she thought, wishing there was some way he could hear her. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm not saving you now. I can't risk them hurting you or threatening to kill you if we reach a stalemate. I need you out of the way, safe.

Throughout all of this, Reed didn't crack -- and, more strangely, the soldiers only demanded information from him a few times. The rest of their abuse was merely for fun. To Cervine's horror, two of them (including their apparent leader) could even be heard talking about just taking him as a plaything instead of giving him up to more effective interrogators.

When the Harp constellation was high and the insects stopped buzzing for a moment, Cervine made her move.

The soldier on watch duty was first. Reed had made some sort of noise -- a whimper, she thought -- and the guard had made a derisive remark. Cervine shadowed spider-like through the tall grasses until she was poised, crouched on the balls of her feet, just behind the soldier.

She felled him with a simple and silent blow to the neck, nearly severing his vead and stifling his chokes with his own tunic. He may have made a small noise as she stepped over him, but he was far enough from the others that no one heard.

Eleven to go.

With a rush of addictive adrenaline, Cervine advanced and managed to stab two more through the heart before the others woke. They were up in a fury, shouting to each other and grabbing their weapons --

-- and Cervine let them.

She didn't want to kill sitting ducks. She wanted to show them that they deserved their deaths.

"Who the fuck are you?!" One soldier shouted, but Cervine didn't answer. They didn't need to know.

After that, the only sounds she heard were those that were relevant to the fight. Quick as a hawk, Cervine ran one enemy through and pivoted to parry the next, then slice the soldier from her collarbone to her armpit. More came and Cervine dodged, nimbly avoiding killing blows and turning to face them from a new angle, then another, and then another at which point the soldiers were disoriented in the dark and Cervine launched herself at them with cold, vicious pleasure.

Disarm, stun, stab to the torso, slash to the guts. Fresh blood and sickly sweat permeated her nose. Cervine breathed it all in. Parry, dodge, jump, forward, slash -- Cervine tumbled under two soldiers and cut them both down at the knees, their screams going unheard.

A killing blow to one, two, three. Two more left to kill and one actively dying. By now the two left were running away, but Cervine caught up easily. She took down one and slowed as she advanced on the last, who had fallen and was now scrambling backwards on the ground, pleading. He'd dropped his axe in panic; Cervine picked it up.

Her ears tuned in. "Why are you doing this? Just take us prisoner, we haven't done anything!"

She blinked slowly and jerked her chin over to where Reed lay.

The soldier's eyes widened even more, if possible. "Him?! He's a failed messenger! He's a worthless piece of meat! Why are you --"

"The custom in your army," Cervine cut in. "It is a disgrace to die without weapon in hand, yes?"

The enemy slumped back, staring at her with something that resembled acceptance.

"You are...an honorable enemy," he whispered gratefully.

Cervine made sure he saw her toss the axe aside before she killed him.

...

The rest of the night's sound finally returned to her conscious brain, and Cervine checked to make sure that each of Reed's torturers was well and truly dead. The whole fight had taken nearly thirty minutes. When she wrote up an official report, she knew, it would sound as if it was easy -- but she was panting, bloodstained, and nearly completely exhausted.

None of that mattered compared to Reed, though.

Cervine rushed over to where he lay. Turning him over to cut his restraints, she found that he was out cold -- whether out of pain, exhaustion, injury, or a mix, she didn't know. She checked his pulse and did a quick scan of his bare body for any urgent wounds. Finding none of the latter, Cervine sat back with his head in her lap for just a moment to catch her breath.

The adrenaline and anger were quickly wearing off, and the agent had to fight off a wave of despair at Reed's state.

"Come on," she whispered to him, although there was no way he could hear her. Cervine gently lifted the unconscious young man into something vaguely resembling a bridal carry and wrapped his ragged blanket over him, shielding his back from the cold and pressing his chest against hers.

"Let's get you home, Reed."

...

Standing alone in front of Reed's discarded shirt, Cervine forced herself to calm down. She needed to be calm if she wanted to find him again, after all.

She wondered if his new captor knew about the twelve murdered soldiers. If his new captor had told him, Reed would know that it was she who did it.

Cervine didn't regret it for their sake, but she felt a quiet sadness when she thought of Reed's potential reaction upon learning how easily she'd done it.

@whumpcember @i-eat-worlds @pigeonwhumps

#whump #whump writing #whumpee #whump prompt #whumpcember #whumpcember2023 #whump caretaker #whumpcember2023day16 #i am so goddamn tired

[whumpcember]

Introducing Whumpcember 2022!

Everyone's heard of Whumptober or Febuwhump, Angstpril or Sicktember, but get ready for Whumpcember! Whumpcember is pretty much exactly like Whumptober or Febuwhump, except in December.

Whumpcember is born out of a love of monthly whump challenges but with zero time to complete them. I also want to complete these challenges, but never have the time! So I came to realize that, from an American perspective, December is the month I get the most time off. So, I decided to create this event for people who have too much time in December, but so little across the other 12 months. Of course, this is most definitely an American experience and not universal; so if you don't have free time during December it is still perfectly alright to participate! This event was just made to cure my December boredom, and anyone else's.

Now after that ramble, onto the actual rules:

Prompts should be answered with whump as the main focus (i'll let angst slide though, since it's similar enough to whump)

Fanfic! Gif! Text post! Fanart! Fan video! Any piece of media that you can possibly make that has whump counts!

You can use the prompts any time! Don't feel the need to rush

Though, prompts answered during December will most likely be reblogged

Post anywhere! AO3, Wattapad, Tumblr, or even Fanfic.Net! So as long as you make a Tumblr post with a link to the answered prompt it may be reblogged.

When posting onto Tumblr you can either @/ the blog or tag with #whumpcember2022 and the day's tag, such as #whumpcember2022 day1

Don't forget to add any warnings necessary, such as NSFW or sexual content

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Written Prompt List Below

-Main Prompts-

Day 1: Hypothermia

Day 2: Avalanche

Day 3: Storm

Day 4: Shortness of Breath

Day 5: “I hate you!”

Day 6: Separated

Day 7: Scars

Day 8: Faked Death

Day 9: Sacrifice

Day 10: “I won’t leave you”

Day 11: Clothing That Doesn’t Fit

Day 12: Broken Bone

Day 13: Fear of the Unknown

Day 14: Shaking

Day 15: “You’re A Monster”

Day 16: Bad Luck

Day 17: Icy Deep

Day 18: Betrayal

Day 19: Electricity

Day 20: “It’s Too Late”

Day 21: Self-Hate

Day 22: Closing In

Day 23: Stumbling

Day 24: Anticipation

Day 25: “Shouldn’t You Be Happy?”

Day 26: Free Falling

Day 27: Crash Landing

Day 28: Explosion

Day 29: Failure

Day 30: The End Is Nigh

Day 31: Slow Healing

-Alts-

Alt 1. Nightmares

Alt 2. Desperation

Alt 3. Deal With The Devil

Alt 4. Accidental Injury

Alt 5. “I Won’t Help You”

Alt 6. Revenge

Alt 7. Lashing Out

Alt 8. Secrets

Alt 9. On The Run

Alt 10. “I Would Die For You”

#whumpcember2022 #whumpcember2022 prompt list #whumpcember #whump #prompts

[supercriminalbean]

Bad dreams.

Penelope Garcia x GN!Reader x Luke Alvez.

@whumpcember whumpcember day 6 prompt nightmares. This is part two of this.

Summary: Nightmares are the worse but at least you have company.

Warnings: nightmares, killing, kidnapping

Fingers dig into your arms, shaking you vigorously. Whimpers and screams slip through your lips. 

“(Y/n), sweetie wake up” Penelope gasps, shaking you harder, her eyes filling with tears as she watches you flail around, pure panic and fear showing on your face.

“No no Penelope no” You cry out, a heart wrenching scream ripping throughout you. Luke can’t hold it anymore, he has already moved to your side gripping your hands, he grabs your face firmly holding you still. 

“(Y/n) you are safe, wake up” He demands, holding you still as your body jerks wildly. His own heart pounding at the screams you are unleashing. 

“Not her” You yell just as your eyes flash open, your body launching upwards, both set of hands letting you go. You sit there breathing heavily, on the edge of a panic attack, you quickly turn your head looking for your partners. The panic easing up as you spot Penelope watching you worrily, sitting up along with you taking your hand in yours. You quickly turn to your other side as you feel another pair of hands on your shoulders watching you with concern. Both of them give you a moment to come back to your senses. 

“You’re okay” You cry softly, falling into Penelope's shoulder, hiding your head in her neck. 

“Im okay, and so are you” She whispers softly, running her hand through your hair as Luke rubs your shoulders gently. 

“We got you darling, just breathe we won’t let anything happen” He reassures you, before taking your free hand, giving you time to calm down.

~~~

Slowly you pull away from their embrace, taking a deep breath of fresh air, still clenching both of their hands as you stare at the ceiling, trying to understand the dream you just had. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Luke murmurs, his thumb creasing over your hand. 

“It was all my fault…” Your voice breaks as you stare at the ceiling, your cheating starting to tighten up again. 

“I don’t believe that” Penelope smiles softly at you as you meet her eyes. “But tell us what happened”

“They had kidnapped us, separated us into different rooms” You tense up as you think back. “They wanted information, but I didn’t know any of it” You turn to look at Luke, your eyes full of guilt and pain. “I promise I didn’t know anything, I swear if I did I would have told them I promise” You can’t help the tears that slide down as your words break apart. The look on your face breaks Luke's heart, he doesn’t need you to tell him what happened, he knows. 

“It's okay, I know you would” He whispers softly as he wraps his arms around you, bringing you tightly against him, before kissing your forehead softly. 

“I love you” Whimpering softly as the imagine of him dying pops back into your mind. 

“I love you to” Luke smiles, kissing you softly, before you roll over, opening your arms up for Penelope who's watching you both lovingly.

“I would do anything to protect you Pen” You smile weakly as you pull her into your arms. 

“I know you would, sweetie” She smiles, cupping your face gently. “You had me so worried”

“I Love you” Smiling softly as you kiss her before snuggling down in her arms. 

“I love you to darling, now you get some more sleep, we will be right here when you wake up” She smiles sadly down at you, before leaning over and giving Luke a quick kiss before snuggling back own with you, ready to fight the rest of your nightmares away.

#whumpcember #whumpcember day 6 #criminal minds #Penelope Garcia #Penelope Garcia x reader #penelope garcia x gn!reader #luke alvez x reader #Luke Alvez #luke alvez x gn!reader #garvez #garvez x reader #luke x reader x Penelope

[serickswrites]

Winter Winds

Warnings: captivity, fever, hypothermia, hidden injury, blood, infection, sickness

Caretaker huddled close to Whumpee. It was so cold in the dungeon that they could barely feel their fingers. They huddled around what warmth they had and tried to share it with Whumpee.

Whumpee had been pretty quiet since Whumper threw them into Caretaker's cell. Caretaker was relieved that Whumpee appeared unharmed, though Whumpee's eyes were exceptionally bright and hollow. Whumpee barely spoke, no doubt overwhelmed from everything that Whumper had done to them.

"We'll be out of here, soon, Whumpee," Caretaker whispered as they both shivered, "and then we can go somewhere warm on vacation."

"A long vacation," Whumpee replied through their chattering teeth.

Caretaker smiled. "Yes, a very long vacation. Scoot closer, Whumpee, your shivering is getting worse." Caretaker wrapped their arm around Whumpee. Despite the frigid room, Whumpee radiated heat. Sweat beaded on their forehead.

"Thanks," Whumpee whispered as they leaned into Caretaker. "So cold."

Caretaker put a hand to the back of Whumpee's clammy forehead. "Whumpee, are you feeling ok? You're burning up!"

Whumpee stared at Caretaker with fever bright eyes. "I'm f-f-fine. D-D-Doesn't hurttt anymore," Whumpee slurred.

Caretaker's mouth went dry. "Where are you hurt, Whumpee?"

Whumpee's eyelids drooped. "Tired."

Caretaker tapped Whumpee's cheek. "Stay awake, Whumpee. Where did Whumper hurt you?" They began to feel along Whumpee's shirt, searching for any tearing to indicate there was a wound beneath.

Caretaker froze as they touched torn cloth on Whumpee's side. They carefully shifted Whumpee so they could see the wound. Blood crusted over a jagged cut on Whumpee's side. "Whumpee? Whumpee, how old is this?"

"N-N-Notttt cccccold n-n-now-ow-ow-ow," Whumpee whispered as they closed their eyes.

Caretaker leaned Whumpee against their shoulder while they tore at Whumpee's shirt. "Stay awake, Whumpee. Stay with me. Come on." Caretaker gasped as they exposed the clearly infected wound. "Whumpee, wake up. Whumpee!"

#serickswrites #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #tw captivity #tw fever #tw hypothermia #tw hidden injury #tw infection #tw blood #tw sickness #whumpcember #whumpcember2023 #day 2 #day 3 #day 4 #prompt: sickness #prompt: hypothermia #prompt: hidden injury #queue

[suspensefulpen]

Whumpcember Day 4: Hidden Injury

TW: Blood

@whumpcember

Whumpee winced as they limped down the hall. They did their best to straighten up their walk. No one needed to see them walking like this. They’d successfully hid all of the injuries when they finally returned back to the base. No one on the team noticed. But of course, they were still worried sick about them. Caretaker more than anyone else. That’s when they were interrogated about their disappearance. They quickly reassured everyone they just needed some alone time and that they didn’t mean to frighten them. They all seemed to buy it. All, except Caretaker. 

It seemed as if nothing could get past her. That’s when she started to ask about it when they were alone. Checking on Whumpee, asking if they were feeling okay, if they were hurt. Obviously, Whumpee denied every single time. She soon stopped asking. Not even bothering to silently ask with just a glance. She didn’t say a word about it. As a result, she got more quiet around Whumpee. There were even two times they weren’t aware she was still in the room. Now they’ve been that much more cautious. 

All of this just made Whumpee more and more tense. They couldn’t keep up with all their façades. Not only did they have hide their limp, they also had to hide their bruises, scars and every bit of pain they felt from just breathing. They weren’t sure how long they’d be able to keep it up. To keep it from being obvious, they just kept their distance from the rest of the team. Hiding in their room and avoiding coming out until everyone was away. 

Right now they weren’t sure where exactly everyone was. It was completely silent so they assumed that everyone had gone out to take care of errands or priorities. 

Whumpee shuffled around in search of a snack. They wheezed in pain as they reached up on the higher shelves. Usually, reaching wouldn’t be that much of a problem. Especially with Whumpee’s height. But with all the throbbing, aches and stinging, it felt more like a task. They had to pause for a moment in the middle of reaching. The world suddenly began to spin and they felt as if they were falling backwards. Whumpee grabbed their head, leaning over the table in hopes of making the sensations stop. They couldn’t take all of this. Everything was hurting. When their vision finally stilled and focused properly, Caretaker was standing nearby with a look of pure shock and horror. 

“You lied…” 

Whumpee quickly forced themself to stand upright. They cleared their throat, holding back a wince. “Caretaker… I-I didn’t see you there! I thought you had gone out with the others.” 

“I can’t believe you… Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Look, Caretaker, it doesn’t matter. I’m fine. Nothing is wrong.” 

“Nothing is wrong?!” She repeated. “I’ve stood here and watched you grunt in pain eight times. Don’t lie to me and say nothing is wrong!” 

“Well there isn’t anything wrong. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Don’t worry about it? Whumpee, you think you’re invincible? You think I think you’re invincible? I know you’re in pain. I know something is wrong. But I let you keep lying to me, thinking you were only doing it because the others were around and you’d say something when you’re ready. Clearly, you don’t understand the severity of injuries and what they can do to you. Why won’t you just let someone take care of you? No one is going to look down on you for it. Stop thinking that they will!” 

Whumpee went silent, attempting to keep themself steady. They inhaled somewhat sharply, flinching. “Caretaker-” 

“I don’t want to hear any more excuses from you. I’m going to look at you and you’re not going to fight me off. Now let’s get you to a couch.” She wrapped an arm around them, helping them to a seat. Whumpee tightly shut their eyes as she reached for their jacket. 

“Caretaker-” 

“Hush.” She unzipped it before lifting up the black shirt underneath. A thinner, white shirt was underneath that. Well, it wasn’t white anymore. Bloodstains were everywhere on the shirt. The deep red made her nervous to know what the wounds the blood was coming from looked like. She glanced under the shirt and tears joined the horror in her eyes. “What in your right mind made you think lying to me about this was a good idea?"

#whumpcember2023 #whumpcember #whump #whump writing #injured whumpee #angry caretaker #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #angst #hidden injury #whump scenario #whump prompt #creative writing #caretaking #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writer things #suspense

[sunshine-zenith]

Sometimes, Ambrosius has nightmares

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@whumpcember day 6, Nightmares (published 12/6/23, AO3 is just being weird with its dates)

587 words, M for brief but semi-graphic descriptions of violence, implied/referenced character death, abuse of authority

#whumpcember2023 #whumpcember #cy writing #cy fanfic #nimona #nimona movie #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #Ballister/Ambrosius #ballister x ambrosius #implied character death #goldenheart

[its-my-whump]

Whumpcember2023 Day 21 - Choking

@whumpcember

Tw: gore, suffocation

Blood was bubbling out of his mouth. More was constantly coming up his pipes. He was gaging, choking and coughing. But the tightening feeling in his lungs wouldn't ease.

His hands were desperately clawing at his own chest, the pain in it so overwhelming. Flat on the floor, alone in darkness, his chest was heaving for just a single releaving inhale.

The bitter thick taste of blood in his mouth and nose. The stench would have taken his breath away, if he had any left.

His rib cage frantically moved up and down, but there was no releave. More blood bubbled out of him as his strength faded.

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#whumpcember #whumpcember2023 day21 #choking #whump #writing #whump writing