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Whump drabbles, 13/100: defender.

“Of course he’s different. But you mean it with malice, and that is not okay.” Caretaker loomed over cowering Teammate. Whumpee sat still across the room, his horned head bowed, hiding behind his wings. “He’s different, yes, but he’s also smart, and kind, and compassionate. You could learn a lot from him.”

As soon as Teammate stormed away, sour-faced and embarrassed, Whumpee revealed himself and nearly tackled Caretaker with a hug.

“What’s this for?” Caretaker asked, as they closed their arms around Whumpee.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“Of course.” Caretaker kissed the top of Whumpee’s head. “Every word.”

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*sputters and sobs* CARETAKER HURRY WHUMPEE NEEDS TO BE SAVED BEFORE THEY FREE THEMSELVES

Oh Oh Oh! You know what I wanna see?

Suicidal Whumpees

(This has nothing to do with my own issues shut up)

Particularly, a Defiant Suicidal Whumpee

A Whumpee who gets captured, who gets beaten black and blue, tortured with everything Whumper can throw at them, but still spits in their face at the end of the session

A Whumpee who taunts and mocks their captors at every turn, regardless of how much worse it makes things for themself

A Whumpee who acts as the biggest thorn in Whumper’s side because they won’t back down, they won’t submit, they won’t just give up like Whumper wants

A Whumpee who does all of this because they don’t care, who, when threatened with death, looks Whumper dead in the eye and says “bring it”, who’ll get the barrel of a gun pointed at their head and just lean forwards and tell Whumper to pull the trigger with a smile on their face

A Whumpee who takes everything Whumper does to hurt them and still throws insults back at them, because deep down they’re hoping if they piss Whumper off enough, if they push them too far, Whumper might actually kill them and it will all end

A Defiant Whumpee who spits in Whumper’s face and prays that this time it’ll finally be the straw the broke the camels back and they’ll be free

#whump #defiant whumpee #sucidal whumpee #big feels

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[Post/late in recovery]

It knocks on the door. Whumpee is suprised, they weren‘t expecting anyone but they think nothing on it. Putting down whatever they were doing and going to the door.

The open it and.

Stare right into a grinning Whumper‘s face.

„Whumpee…How nice to see you again…“

#NOOOOO #HOW COULD YOU #I’m in pain #tw death #whump scenarios #whump writing

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Kidnap and rescue > all other whump

#in my opinion #whump #whump ideas #whump scenario #my favorite #trope

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Ok but like- caretake rescuing whumpee and being so close to breakdown they can only hold them as they are half conscious and THEN the other teammate 1 is like “yo their coming we gotta-“ and they just can’t- so teammate 2 breaks it to them gently “caretaker we gotta go. Come on. We have them, we can keep them safe now, but we gotta get them out of here.”

#whump #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump ideas #caretaker #whump scenario #caretaker x whumpee #always

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It’s ok..: I didn’t need my heart anyway

A leader whose strength has always been his team. He never had peope that he felt so connected to before, people who he trusted would always have his six, who he could be vulnerable around, who would never leave him behind.

Until they do.

He can only watch as eyes that once looked at him with belief, with a gaze that told him that they were always on his side, turned to disgust. When hands that once stitched his wounds and massaged sore muscles are the same ones that hold the whip to hurt him, fists that beat him and draw blood. Arms that had once hugged him when he needed warmth are the same pair that hold him still as he's branded as a traitor for something that he had never done.

It had been so easy for them to turn on him, as if all those years together spent by the fire, bonding over food and banter meant nothing.

The leader who they had once loved like a brother lays in the basement cellars, starved and cold and sick. He stopped eating, only ever partially conscious when they torture him for information that he does not have. They keep him there while the wounds they inflicted fester and slowly kill him, all hoping that he'll at least survive to see the day that his proper punishment is dealt.

But then the real traitor steps up out of guilt, after seeing what had been done to the man that had been falsely accused. After they had seen a good man treated as though he was worth less than the dirt on the bottom of his team's boots when all he ever did in his life was for his people.

The leader, broken and dying on a hospital bed, lives just a few moments long enough to hear the apologies of his team, his brother and sisters. Cries that beg him to pull through as though they hadn't been the very ones who put him here.

Still, he forgives them.

Taking a few more weak breaths as the world that has always failed him finally gives him mercy.

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A leader whose strength has always been his team. He never had peope that he felt so connected to before, people who he trusted would always have his six, who he could be vulnerable around, who would never leave him behind.

Until they do.

He can only watch as eyes that once looked at him with belief, with a gaze that told him that they were always on his side, turned to disgust. When hands that once stitched his wounds and massaged sore muscles are the same ones that hold the whip to hurt him, fists that beat him and draw blood. Arms that had once hugged him when he needed warmth are the same pair that hold him still as he's branded as a traitor for something that he had never done.

It had been so easy for them to turn on him, as if all those years together spent by the fire, bonding over food and banter meant nothing.

The leader who they had once loved like a brother lays in the basement cellars, starved and cold and sick. He stopped eating, only ever partially conscious when they torture him for information that he does not have. They keep him there while the wounds they inflicted fester and slowly kill him, all hoping that he'll at least survive to see the day that his proper punishment is dealt.

But then the real traitor steps up out of guilt, after seeing what had been done to the man that had been falsely accused. After they had seen a good man treated as though he was worth less than the dirt on the bottom of his team's boots when all he ever did in his life was for his people.

The leader, broken and dying on a hospital bed, lives just a few moments long enough to hear the apologies of his team, his brother and sisters. Cries that beg him to pull through as though they hadn't been the very ones who put him here.

Still, he forgives them.

Taking a few more weak breaths as the world that has always failed him finally gives him mercy.

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A leader whose strength has always been his team. He never had peope that he felt so connected to before, people who he trusted would always have his six, who he could be vulnerable around, who would never leave him behind.

Until they do.

He can only watch as eyes that once looked at him with belief, with a gaze that told him that they were always on his side, turned to disgust. When hands that once stitched his wounds and massaged sore muscles are the same ones that hold the whip to hurt him, fists that beat him and draw blood. Arms that had once hugged him when he needed warmth are the same pair that hold him still as he's branded as a traitor for something that he had never done.

It had been so easy for them to turn on him, as if all those years together spent by the fire, bonding over food and banter meant nothing.

The leader who they had once loved like a brother lays in the basement cellars, starved and cold and sick. He stopped eating, only ever partially conscious when they torture him for information that he does not have. They keep him there while the wounds they inflicted fester and slowly kill him, all hoping that he'll at least survive to see the day that his proper punishment is dealt.

But then the real traitor steps up out of guilt, after seeing what had been done to the man that had been falsely accused. After they had seen a good man treated as though he was worth less than the dirt on the bottom of his team's boots when all he ever did in his life was for his people.

The leader, broken and dying on a hospital bed, lives just a few moments long enough to hear the apologies of his team, his brother and sisters. Cries that beg him to pull through as though they hadn't been the very ones who put him here.

Still, he forgives them.

Taking a few more weak breaths as the world that has always failed him finally gives him mercy.

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Caretaker and Whumpee had a bad fight and are not speaking to each other, but it doesn't mean Caretaker will stop looking after Whumpee. Yes, they're still upset, but they're still bringing Whumpee dinner to bed when they're not able to dine at the table. They'll still help them get dressed and give them their medicine. They'll still wake them up from nightmares.

Because things will resolve, and they're going to be okay, and Caretaker suspects this is Whumpee testing them; saying hurtful things on purpose, seeing what it takes for Caretaker to give up and leave, to let Whumpee down like everyone else in their life has.

Caretaker is determined to show them that that's never going to happen.

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OMG THE SECOND ONE

#whump #whump poll #whumpblr #THE ANGST

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Content: Captivity, multiple whumpees, fear of death, [implied] mentions of murder.

"Why don't we just... pretend like everything is fine?" Caretaker quietly suggested, curling up a little tighter as Whumpee pressed themselves against their side. The cell they were in was damp and cold, no light or signs of the outside world able to be seen. "I don't want my last few days with you to be sad."

Whumpee sniffled, subconsciously clinging onto Caretaker's shirt. "How do we do that?"

"Let's just imagine all the things we never got to do." Their voice got increasingly softer with every word. "Like... adopting the puppy we always wanted, or proposing to each other. I had a ring and everything for that, you know."

"Really?" Whumpee tilted their head up just enough to look their cellmate in the eye, tears welling in their own almost immediately. The sight just about broke Caretaker's heart and they were quick to wipe them away with their thumb.

They then nodded. "Yeah. I was gonna invite you over for a nice dinner and a movie. I had a cheesy speech about how much I loved you and... how I wanted to grow old with you."

With a small sob, Whumpee adjusted themselves enough to bring Caretaker into a hug. Their grip was tight, shoulders quaking with every sound that left their lips. Neither of them cared that there were security cameras watching them. Neither of them cared that Whumper was most likely mocking them from the other room.

"I don't have a ring anymore, or home cooked meals or anything else I had planned, but... would you marry me anyway? Or... would you do me the honor of spending our last few days as my fiance?"

Whumpee nodded against their shoulder, voice slightly muffled against the fabric of their torn shirt. "Yes."

#the emotional damage #whumpee x caretaker #whump #whump scenarios #i’m crying

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Whumper was interrogated while caretaker watched from beyond the glass. Whumper gleefully spoke about everyone they tortured, recalling in great detail. Whumpee in particular was a prominent subject; they seemed to be whumpers favorite.

Each word ate at caretaker; whatever whumper spoke of, caretaker imagined a worse thing to do as revenge.

The interrogator comes back and caretaker demands "just 5 minutes alone" through fuming tears. The interrogator notes caretakers hands in fists, their body shaking with anger, their eyes pure hatred.

"No." They gently shake their head.

"Why." Caretaker spat.

"Because I know what you can do in 5 minutes and I need them alive."

#yesssss #love it #whump #caretaker #whumper

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Captured Whumpee overhears Whumper making a ransom call to their team, asking them for a certain price, and the team at the other end of the line starts negotiating, only offering ridiculously low sums.

The call ends with no agreement, only the team telling Whumper they'll "think about it" after Whumper announces their final offer.

Whumpee pulls their knees to their chest and hugs their legs tightly, trying not to cry.

They know the fact that their team didn't make a deal with Whumper isn't about money - they possess a lot of money, and could've easily paid what Whumper was asking for even at the very beginning. Whumpee could be on their way home already, and it wouldn't have affected the team financially all that much. They'd earn the money back with only a few missions.

It's about them, and that to their team, they're not worth it.

#WTF NOO #MY HEART #bad caretaker(s) #team whump #captured whumpee #abandoned whumpee #whump scenario

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Short Prompt #1349

“It was quite bold of you to invade my home,” the painter said with a forlorn smile. “Pity you weren’t prepared for what you found.”

“L-Let me go!” the intruder screeched, struggling against beasts of paint and graphite. The monsters crawled out of the many paintings lining the walls, even trudging over from other parts of the house to protect their master.

Painter sighed. “Truly, Detective. I’m sorry.” They motioned to one of the empty canvases. “Throw them in.”

“N-No! NO!” Despite their best efforts, the detective’s human body was no match for the creatures’ raw power and the room fell silent as a new portrait adorned the painter’s wall.

#holy shit #damnnn #whump? #writeblr #writing prompt

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Absolutely love it when a Whumper takes a Whumpee hostage via grabbing them and holding a gun/sword to their head/neck. The team/Caretaker. Stopping dead in their tracks. Maybe the Whumper told them to drop their weapons or else Whumpee gets it. And the team/Caretaker having no choice but to drop their weapons and do what Whumper said. Or or they told them to give the Macguffin to them. And the team/Caretaker having to give it to them.

What could you even do in a hostage situation like that? It's so good! 👀

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Right-Hand opened his eyes to find himself under what looked like the wing of the jet. Mangled metal and smoke surrounded him.

They crashed.

He grit his teeth as he pulled himself from under the wing, discovering that besides a throbbing head, his leg was definitely broken.

He was forgetting something.

Someone.

He didn't come here alone.

He came with Leader. Where was Leader?

"Leader!" He called out, dragging his broken leg behind him as he crawled away from the rubble. Leader couldn't be too far away, he was right beside him in the cockpit. So he must be on the other side. Right-Hand let his pain escape his throat as he dragged himself along. He heard him before he saw him. Painful, wheezing breathing that wasn't his own.

"Leader! Leader, I'm here!" He wasn't prepared for the scene in front of him. Leader was on his back, with a large piece of metal in his stomach. His navy jacket had turned black, stained with blood. Leader must have been bleeding out for a while, drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Leader. Leader it's okay, I'm here,"

"It hurts," Leader said quietly, eyes meeting his Second-in-Command but not truly looking at him. "I know," Right-Hand assessed as much as he could see, pushing through the blurry vision of his own concussion.

"It's...bad? How...how bad?"

Pulling Leader out would just kill him quicker, not that Right-Hand had the strength to do it anyway. "The team should already be on their way, Leader. Our beacon would have activated as soon as we crashed," Leader only hummed weakly in response, face turning paler by the minute.

"No, no. Leader you gotta stay awake, yeah?" Right-Hand slapped his fingers gently against Leader's cheek.

"Ow..."

"I'm sorry. But you can't sleep, alright? Talk to me, Leader. Tell me about something,"

"Huh?"

"Anything, Leader. Tell me...tell me about..." Right-Hand's head throbbed harder as he tried to string his words together. His eyelids felt heavy. "Hey...hey...you gotta stay awake too," Leader said, making Right-Hand jolt awake.

"Don't...don't leave me alone..."

"I won't. I'm here. I'm here, Leader,"

Fear cruised through Right-Hand's veins when he realized he had just woken up again.

Leader.

No. No. No.

He promised Leader he'd stay with him!

"Shit, Right-Hand, calm down!" Teammate said as she pushed Right-Hand back onto the makeshift bed.

"Leader? Where's Leader?" Teammate's eyes widened at that, exchanging a look with Medic. "Leader's here too, Right-Hand. We found you both,"

"I need to see him. Let me see Leader. Leader!" Medic kept his arm across Right-Hand's chest to keep him down, not needing much force with how weak Right-Hand was.

"Not right now, Right-Hand,"

"You found us in time, yeah? Why are you here then? You should be working on him!"

"Right-Hand..."

"No, no. Go work on Leader, damn it! I'm fucking ordering you to!" He said as he struggled against Teammate and Medic, kicking his IV tower down with his good leg.

"Right-Hand, stop fighting us!"

"He's dead, Right-Hand! He was dead when we found him!"

Right-Hand felt his heart drop at that. Leader couldn't be dead. He was right there with Right-Hand a few minutes ago? How many hours was he sleep?

"Where?"

"What?"

"Where is he?"

"...Leader's right beside you, Right-Hand," Teammate moved to show Right-Hand the second cot. Someone was lying in it. A white cloth draped over their body and face.

"No. No, that's not him. Medic, that's not Leader," "It is. It is, Right-Hand. He bled out as soon as we arrived. Teammate, show Right-Hand Leader's face,"

Teammate hesitated as she turned toward the body of their leader. She gently pulled away the cloth covering his face, proving to Right-Hand that it was indeed Leader under the cloth.

"I told him...I promised him, I'd stay. I promised him I wouldn't leave him alone!"

"You didn't leave him, Right-Hand. He wasn't alone. You were right there until the end,"

Right-Hand reached out to pull Leader's hand from under the cloth, tears falling as he felt cold skin against his fingertips.

#your so mean!!! my heart!!!!! #anyway good Drabble! #leader whumpee #team dynamics #whumpblr