#day 2: whump

[stonenumberone]

SUPERNATURAL REC FEST (@spnficrecfest)

DAY 2 - KINKS OR WHUMP (BOTH)

Baton Rouge | @prince-of-elsinore (2021) (Rated E, 7.5k, Sam/Dean, wound tending, first time, s15) Sam and Dean drive into the heart of a storm.

Put Your Arms Around Me Like A Ring Around The Sun | t_fic (topaz) (2011) (Rated E, 15.7k, Sam/Dean, Sam/Dean/OFC, first time, sex magic) "I dunno, man," Dean says, after Sam literally shakes him to get him to focus. "I don't feel bad, just... not there all the time. Like there's a hole or something and it's sucking me down into it." They're a day-and-a-half drive from Bobby's; Sam make it in a little over eight hours.

All That I'm Good For | witling (2013) (Rated M, 3.5k, Sam/Dean, underage mention, morphine, alcohol) “You're kidding me,” he called, and then he had to get up, heave himself painfully out of the bed and find his balance—he was drunker than he'd thought—and go lean in the bathroom door. “Did you just…do we have a suicide pact, now?”

What Lasts | @zmediaoutlet/deadlybride (2021) (Rated M, 17.3k, Sam&Dean, gen, wound tending, s8) Not long after they move into the bunker, Dean loses a leg. Most of a leg. After the hospital, Sam brings him home, and they figure out how to live with what remains.

The Gold Room | @hathfrozen (2022) (Rated E, 31.5k, Sam/Dean, UST, wound tending, first time, ps-s2) Sam grew into wanting Dean the same way he grew into his bones. It isn’t something they can will or trick or ignore away. It isn’t something that can be undone.

These Things I Know Are True | killabeez (2011) (Rated E, 4.6k, Sam/Dean, first time, s6) Cas is off the rails, Sam's barely keeping it together, and Dean's trying to figure out where they go from here.

Just Like Heaven | @redmyeyes (2023) (Rated M, 6.8k, Sam/Dean, forced proximity, soulmates but it hurts, s5) They both went to heaven. Dean came back wrong.

Stay The Distance | lazy_daze (2011) (Rated E, 24k, Sam/Dean, nightmares, forced proximity, s6-7) "You know why. I'm not leaving my brother alone out there." Sam is dependent on Dean's touch and closeness after the wall falls - Dean's presence reminds him of why he chose to wake up, and keeps the memories at bay, allowing Sam to function.

Desiderata (WIP) | @dyed-red (2021) (Rated E, 45k, Sam/Dean, caretaking, first time) Dean is hit with a curse. It shouldn’t take that much to resolve, could be a gift under other circumstances, but life’s not that simple for the Winchesters.

You'll Never See Us Again | @according2thelore (2023) (Rated T, 5k, Sam&Dean, Sam/Dean, nightmares, touch-starved, s7) Sam suffers from nightmares and touch starvation post-Cage. They do their best to deal.

[stardella]

Making fanart for my own espilver fanfic? Couldn’t be me :/

Next to you, I laid softly on this hard ground on Ao3

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@whumpgifathon | Day 2: "Fever"

My New Boss Is Goofy, 1x05, Aigo Kinjou

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i think tim is high maintenance the way a boarder collie or austrialian shepherd is. like you have to make sure they're not only given space to expend energy but you have to specifically let them get the herding instinct out and challenge them intellectually or they start destroying ur home

[letthewhumpbegin]

After the Fight - a Gladiator II fanfiction

Fandom: Gladiator II Characters: Lucius, Ravi Prompt: this was written for day 1 of @whumpcember 2024, prompt: Broken Bones. Word count: 2379 Warnings: contains descriptions of broken bones, injuries and (painful) wound treatment.

Ravi saw it immediately in the way Lucius stepped out of the arena. Apart from the usual cuts and bruises from another life or death fight, there visibly was something more going on.  It was in the way Lucius held his left arm and clutched it protectively close to his body, refusing to move his hand in any way or form. All in all, Ravi concluded, this didn’t promise much good. 

Ravi waited until things had mostly quieted down again in the catacombs of the Colosseum, before he approached Lucius’ cell. Lucius sat on the chair by the little desk, with his back to the cell’s door, hunched over and visibly uncomfortable. 

"Can I come in?" Ravi knew he didn’t have to ask, but he respected Lucius too much to just barge in. Lucius half-looked over his shoulder, but made no attempt to get up or even move at all. "You don’t have to ask." Ravi unlocked the cell door and stepped inside, dragging a second chair in with him. He set the chair down beside the desk, opposite Lucius. 

Lucius silently watched as Ravi sat down. Both men stared at each other for a short while.  Ravi couldn’t help but notice how dejected Lucius looked. The look in those blue eyes was full of pain and misery. He sat hunched over, his posture lacking any of the usual confidence and power. He might have won the fight out in the arena today, but it had clearly taken a lot out of him. 

"Show me." Ravi spoke softly, friendly. He didn’t even need to ask if there was an injury or whether Lucius was in pain, because that much was already written all over Lucius’ face. Lucius slowly held out his left hand to Ravi. A grimace of pain accompanied his every move. Ravi whistled softly through his teeth at the sight in front of him. The injury was instantly clear. Lucius’ hand was swollen, with two fairly deep lacerations and dark bruising to the back of it. 

"Pretty, huh?" Lucius mumbled defeatedly. "It's a nasty injury, I agree." Ravi looked up. "But nothing I can’t help with. Although…" "It will hurt." Lucius finished the sentence before Ravi could. "Yes." Ravi nodded. "Sure." Lucius scoffed sarcastically. "I really don’t mind more of that."

Ravi felt sorry for Lucius. He would never willingly hurt him, but these wounds needed treatment. Infection always was a big risk, and Ravi would do everything in his power to prevent that happening to Lucius. 

"I need to get some things to treat this." Ravi disappeared momentarily from the cell. Lucius took a deep breath and slowly let it go. This injury was a nasty one, surely one of the most painful ones he’d ever sustained. He rested his face in his uninjured hand, closing his eyes. For a moment, he just focused on the ache of his bruises, the sting of the many cuts, and the excruciating throbbing of his injured hand. 

"Are you alright?" Lucius startled from Ravi suddenly placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. He hadn’t even heard Ravi come back in, carrying an armful of supplies. "Yeah." Lucius nodded wearily. "But I’m… in a lot of pain." "And I’m going to have to hurt you some more," Ravi said apologetically, "but I promise you it will make it better in the end." Lucius sighed defeatedly. "I’m hoping for that."

Ravi motioned for Lucius to give him his injured hand again. Lucius obliged, but visibly trembled as Ravi took his hand. His breath caught high in his chest in anticipation of the fresh pain he knew was coming.  "Try to relax," Ravi said softly. Another shiver ran through Lucius. "I can’t."

Ravi carefully moved Lucius’ hand to rest flat on the tabletop of the little desk. He inched closer to have a good look, before gently pressing and feeling different parts of Lucius’ hand and fingers. Lucius squeezed his eyes shut and did his best to keep his breathing level, as even the slightest and gentlest touch from Ravi caused him such pain that it left him seeing black spots. "Can you feel this?" Ravi softly squeezed Lucius’ forefinger. "Unfortunately I can." Lucius answered through gritted teeth. 

Ravi sat back in his chair. "Take a breath for a moment." He could see Lucius was struggling with the pain, and the last thing he wanted was him to pass out from it. Lucius blew out a shaky breath. "Was that it?" "No, not even close," Ravi answered, "I can confirm that you broke your hand, though. Which means that I need to try and set the bones, and those lacerations need cleaning and a few stitches."

Deep down, Lucius had already known he’d broken at least one bone in his hand. He had heard it happen out in the arena, but he still had had a little hope that Ravi would come to a different conclusion. Now that he had actual confirmation, Lucius groaned under his breath. This was going to hurt… even more.

"Take this." Ravi handed Lucius some Devil’s Breath. Lucius hesitated. He didn’t like how the Devil’s Breath made his mind foggy, but the amount of extra pain treating his injuries would cause made it very tempting. Ravi watched him silently, simply raising one eyebrow at Lucius’ hesitation. Finally, Lucius accepted the Devil’s Breath and took a deep inhale of the stuff. 

Ravi gently took Lucius’ hand in his. "Ready?" "No." Lucius tensed up at the mere thought of what Ravi was about to do. "But get it over with. Quickly, please." Lucius closed his eyes. He tried to focus on the effect the Devil’s Breath had on him, but nothing could fully numb the pain he knew was coming. 

Ravi’s fingers glided gently over Lucius’ hand at first, but even that made Lucius tremble with pain. "Deep breath." Ravi lingered on a spot somewhere in the middle of the back of Lucius’ hand. Lucius inhaled another lungful of Devil’s Breath. It was as if Ravi had been waiting for that moment. In sync with Lucius’ inhale, Ravi pressed down two fingers hard on exactly the spot which hurt Lucius most. 

Even the Devil’s Breath did nothing to mask this kind of pain. Lucius screamed out, doubling over and trembling with the most excruciating pain he’d ever felt. He had sustained plenty of injuries in his life, both minor and major, but nothing had ever hurt him like this. The world swam around Lucius. He had trouble keeping his whimpered breaths level, and he honestly believed he would pass out right then and there. 

"Stay with me." Ravi’s voice was calm, as he gently let his hand rest on Lucius’ back.  "I’m trying…" Lucius’ voice trembled. "I’m trying…" "I know," Ravi soothed, "deep breaths, deep breaths. You’re doing good." "That hurt," Lucius gasped in between panted breaths.  "I hate to tell you that I’ll have to do that one more time." Ravi sounded genuinely sorry.  Lucius groaned, but he, too, knew it had to be done. "Go ahead." He dipped his head once to give his permission. Ravi gave Lucius a soft pat of encouragement on his back. "I’ll make it quick."

Ravi placed two fingers on the same spot on the back of Lucius’ hand. He pressed down gently at first, but steadily increased the force of the pressure. Lucius groaned and whimpered loudly, shaking all over in pain. He did his best to keep it together, but he couldn’t take much more. 

"Stop, please, stop…" Lucius finally whimpered. It was just too much. "Almost…" Ravi kept his composure and didn’t stop the treatment. "Because… that’s it!" He pressed down even more firmly on the back of Lucius’ hand, until a nauseating cracking sound could be heard. 

Lucius fully screamed out now, doubling over in pain once more. His vision swam around him as he swayed in his chair. "Easy." Ravi steadied Lucius by quickly grabbing him by the shoulders. "Breathe." Lucius took a few trembling breaths, before sitting a little more upright again. "Ow…" He mumbled sarcastically. Ravi chuckled wryly. "Sorry." Lucius blinked slowly. "That wasn’t all, was it?" His voice sounded weary, exhausted.  Ravi shook his head. "But the worst is over. I need to clean those cuts." He motioned to two fairly deep lacerations on Lucius’ hand. "And put in a few stitches." "Alright." Lucius’ breaths were still rather heavy and uneven as the pain was still hard to deal with. 

Ravi rummaged around through his supplies, until he found the flask he was looking for. "Vinegar." He announced as he pulled the cork out of the flask. Lucius smiled softly. "I know that stuff by now."

Ravi poured a generous amount of vinegar over Lucius’ hand. Lucius had been prepared for it, because he knew how it stung on open wounds, and this was nothing compared to the pain of Ravi setting his broken bones just now. Lucius winced nonetheless, face screwed up in discomfort. 

Ravi gently dabbed at the wounds with a cloth to make sure they were properly clean. Lucius watched him silently. All his energy was spent, and he felt like he could collapse at any moment with exhaustion. "Just a little longer." Ravi spoke without looking up. He felt Lucius’ energy draining. "I know." Lucius mumbled wearily. 

Lucius followed Ravi’s every move as he measured out the thread for the stitches. "I still don’t understand why you’re helping me," Lucius mumbled suddenly. He liked Ravi, trusted him with his life by now, but he couldn’t wrap his head around why Ravi willingly chose to keep working around gladiators after gaining his own freedom.  Ravi glanced at Lucius over the needle he was attempting to pull a thread through. Lucius stared back, eyes becoming slightly unfocused with his exhaustion and the effects of the Devil’s Breath. 

"I got out." Ravi answered after a full minute of thought over his answer. "I’ve been through a lot, seen a lot, but I got my freedom. I want to give others that same possibility, too. And if I can make sure that they don’t die of their injuries first, then that’s what I have to do." Lucius pondered over that answer. He felt like it was the first time that Ravi truthfully answered that question to anyone. "But why take an interest in me?" Ravi chuckled. "Because there is a lot you’re not telling me, I can feel that. Maybe I’m intrigued, maybe I’m crazy for it, but I genuinely feel there’s a destiny you have to fulfill."

The truth lingered on Lucius’ lips. He wanted nothing more than to tell Ravi everything, but he couldn’t. It was too dangerous, not only for himself, but surely for Ravi, too. And Lucius would not take the risk of endangering Ravi’s safety. "You’re right in more ways than you know," Lucius finally said. Ravi smiled crookedly. "I thought so."

Ravi held up the needle and thread. "Sorry to hurt you one more time." Lucius groaned in pain once again as Ravi set the first of the stitches. It hurt, but somehow this pain was bearable to him. He had had plenty of stitches done by Ravi by now, so he might have just gotten used to it.  Lucius watched Ravi work. "Thank you for helping me," he said softly after a while of silence.  Ravi shrugged. "My pleasure."

Lucius winced painfully as Ravi bit through the thread after applying the last of the stitches. "I’ll just put a splint on your hand, and then we’re all done," Ravi announced, "you should get some sleep." Lucius yawned. After the bones of his broken hand had been set it hurt less, but his hand still throbbed painfully. The Devil’s Breath took the sharpest edges off, but the pain had worn him out completely. The foresight of getting some sleep was a real blessing to him. 

Ravi took two small pieces of wood, which he gently placed against the back and palm of Lucius’ hand, securing them in place by wrapping a bandage around the hand and wrist. "Not too painful?" Ravi asked. "Everything is painful right now," Lucius mumbled. Ravi slowly shook his head. "I’m afraid there’s nothing more I can do about that." "That’s alright." Lucius slowly stood up from his chair. Immediately he swayed dangerously on his feet. Ravi was quick to jump up, too, and steady Lucius to make sure he wouldn’t go crashing to the floor.

Ravi guided Lucius the few steps it took to the bed, and gently helped him lie down. "Take it easy, you’re alright." Ravi soothed. "Get some sleep." Lucius lay down on his back, pulling the blanket over himself with his good hand. He was so worn out and exhausted, from both the fight in the arena and the pain of his injuries, and he felt like he could sleep for ages. 

"If you need anything, I’ll be right outside." Ravi gathered up his supplies and made to leave. "Ravi?" Lucius stopped his friend from walking away. "Yes?" Ravi turned back. Lucius hesitated to ask the question. "Will you… will you watch over me as I sleep?" Ravi didn’t answer immediately, but finally nodded his head. "Of course. Just let me get my book." Lucius hummed softly and closed his eyes. Sleep was dragging at him already, and the thought that Ravi would stay with him soothed him. 

"Asleep already?" Ravi returned to the cell with a book in his hand, and sat down in the chair again. "Almost," Lucius mumbled barely audible without even opening his eyes. "Don’t fight it," Ravi said softly, "just give in to it. You need the sleep."

Lucius willed all the pain and aches to the back of his mind. Instead, he tried to focus on the comforting things around him: the occasional soft rustle of Ravi’s robes, the sound of a page turning, and the feeling of the blanket covering him warmly.  The calm energy Ravi oozed from just sitting by his bedside, reading a book, wore off on Lucius. He felt himself slip into the arms of sleep more and more, until, finally, he gave into it. 

Lucius slept, and with Ravi watching over him, he knew he was completely safe. 

[serickswrites]

Up on the Housetop

Warnings: referenced torture, wounds, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee

Whumpee was exhausted. They had to be. Caretaker knew they had to be exhausted. Caretaker themself was exhausted, and so Whumpee had to be too.

But no matter how much Caretaker tried to coax Whumpee to rest, to sleep and recover, Whumpee wouldn't. They lay awake in the bed, moaning quietly. Their sweat soaked brow as feverishly hot and Caretaker began to worry that Whumpee was hurting themself further.

"Darling, you need to sleep. It's the only way your body is going to be able to heal everything from..." Caretaker let their voice trail off at seeing the terror fill Whumpee's eyes again.

"From Whumper. You can say it," Whumpee croaked. They stared at Caretaker with fever bright eyes. "I....I can't sleep."

"You can, darling. I'm here. You're safe. I'll watch over you. I promise. Please, please just let yourself rest. For me?"

Caretaker felt guilty as Whumpee nodded. They knew every time Whumpee shut their eyes they were reliving what Whumper did to them. But they needed to rest. It was the only way their body was going to heal. "It's ok. I'm here. You're safe. I'll watch over you," Caretaker repeated softly. They rubbed soothing circles on Whumpee's palm as they watched Whumpee slowly fall into a fitful sleep. "You'll be ok," Caretaker whispered again as they watched over Whumpee. Whumpee had to be ok. They just needed time.

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

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Day 2 of @augusnippets

Prompt used: platonic bathing

Not used: hair care / make-up

CW: nudity (non sexual), bruises, hurt/comfort

Caretaker carried Whumpee into the bathroom and calmly sat them on the stool in front of the sink. Whumpee flinched in pain from the movement.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Caretaker asked worriedly.

Whumpee nodded no. They were too exhausted to speak. Their entire bodies hurt, the joints in their arms and legs felt like they were going to break. Their skin was covered in bruises and sore spots, sometimes purple, sometimes yellowish.

Caretaker slowly undressed them, being careful with their sore body. Whumpee didn't protest. Caretaker lifted them into a bridal carry again and placed them in the already full bathtub.

Time passed slowly as Caretaker cleaned the wounds and massaged Whumpee's back. The two sat in silence, just enjoying each other's company, a spasm of pain coming from Whumpee here or there, followed by an apology from Caretaker. Only when Caretaker focused on washing Whumpee's hair did the silence break with a gasp.

"All good?" Caretaker said.

Whumpee smiled. A bruised and tired but genuine smile. Then they giggled.

Caretaker giggled back nervously. "What is it?"

“Shampoo is only for the roots, and conditioner for the ends, silly!" Whumpee said, starting to laugh loudly.

They both laughed at the joke. The sounds of their laughter were music to each other's ears.

[whumper-whimsy]

@augusnippets day 2

Platonic bathing / hair care / makeup

Demihuman whumpee, drowning mention

Whumpee stepped into the bathroom, Caretaker's hand resting on his back. He paused just before he got to the bathtub, sucking in a breath and turning into Caretaker's warm chest. He buried himself in the warmth, too scared to turn back to the water.

"Whumpee," Caretaker soothed, rubbing the demihuman's back, "you don't need to be afraid. I'm right here." He reached up to rub behind Whumpee's fluffy ears. "You aren't gonna drown on my watch, alright?"

Whumpee seemed to relax at this, if only by a little, and let go of Caretaker. Whumpee was still as the human gently removed the scarce clothing he was wearing. Once undressed, Whumpee turned to the water again. His mind flashed with not-so-distant memories— memories of being held under the water of a tub not too different from this one, of sucking in the liquid by mistake, of the burning his lungs and nose felt afterwards.

Caretaker's hand was on the small of his back, leading him into the porcelain bath. Carefully, with shaking legs, Whumpee took a step in.

For a moment, he panicked and froze, shutting his eyes, only soothed by Caretaker's gentle coo, "shh, shh, it's okay Whumpee. It's nice and warm, isn't it?"

It was. Whumpee forced his eyes back open, seeing the water below him. It only came up to his calf, and the inviting warmth seeped into his leg.

With help from Caretaker, Whumpee got his other leg in and eased into a resting position in the tub. Caretaker made sure that Whumpee's chin didn't meet the water, but otherwise he was submerged.

God, he missed this. It had been years since he'd had a proper bath— probably since he were eight or nine. He pretty much zoned out as Caretaker scrubbed his body with a soapy sponge, wiping away so much grime and grit that Whumpee barely recognized his skin.

When it came to Whumpee's hair, Caretaker had him sit up, back facing him. Whumpee sighed pleasantly as water ran down his head (tilted back, of course, so no water got on Whumpee's face). Caretaker's fingers massaged Whumpee's scalp, almost making him fall asleep.

As his hair was rinsed for the final time, Whumpee spoke up.

"Can I have another one tomorrow?"

"Whumpee, are you sure—?"

"I'm sure."

[just-whump-and-suffering]

@whumpgifathon Day 2: Fever

Shardlake, Ep 01, Simon Whelplay

[hereissomething]

studies of my favorite living sim

[aceofwhump]

Have a Merry Whumpy Christmas!!!!

Supernatural 3x08 | Hawkeye 1x06 | Doctor Who "The Christmas Invasion" | 12 Days of Christmas Eve | Arrow 1x09 | Never Kiss a Man in a Christmas Sweater | A Godwink Christmas Miracle of Love | It's a Wonderful Life | Sense8 2x01 | Nativity 2: Danger in the Manger | Iron Man 3 | Catch Me If You Claus | Community 1x12 | The O.C. 4x07

[oros-ash3s]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⋆ Febuwhump 2025 ⋆˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊

Day 2 || “Holding Back Tears” 

TW: Brainwashing, references to drugs

“Alastair?” 

The voice at the door was one that he spent so many sleepless nights begging for, praying to God to have the chance to hear, if for just once more. It was one he had been so desperate for, the need for it overwhelming his senses, leaving him a shuddering mess. One that was like music to his ears. 

Tonight it was none of those things. 

Atlas stood leaned up against the doorframe, head tilted to the side, resting against the smooth wood. In the sunlight, he looked ethereal, his skin appearing to be made of pure gold, glowing dimly as if he was some holy being, sent from above. His hair was tucked back, exposing the soft crook of his neck, his clothes not the usual dark, baggy style he liked, but instead gauzy, translucent robes, which gave away too much to the imagination, the outline of Atlas’ toned, muscular figure much too visible for Alastair’s comfort. He had draped himself against the wooden frame in a way that was entirely unlike himself, posed up like some sort of model, the image bringing a burning hot to Alastair’s cheeks. His expression was pouty, eyes soft, lips pursed slightly. He had never looked less like himself.

“Alastair,” he repeated, voice soft as velvet. He instantly dropped down at Alastair's side, brows furrowed in concern. “What’s going on?” 

It was then that Alastair was able to see the person standing directly behind him. 

Kazuya stood in the doorway, shrouded in shadows. Unlike Atlas, he could never be described as anything close to angelic. Despite his beauty, his looks on a level that no average person would ever be able to achieve — that Alastair would never be able to live up to — Kazuya looked the near opposite of holy. No, with the hungry gleam in his eyes and the smug smirk, he resembled something akin to the devil, sent there as some sort of personal temptation, nothing but pure torture. 

Alastair quickly scrubbed at his eyes, ducking his face down low, praying his hair would shield the inky black mess his cheeks had become. He wouldn’t let Kazuya see him cry. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. 

“N-nothing,” he mumbled, unable to hide the tremble in his voice. “It’s nothing.” 

Atlas frowned, worry tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Are you sure? You know you can always talk to me.” 

It was a complete contrast from the Atlas he had known a week ago. 

He had been giving Alastair the silent treatment for who knew how long, refusing to be left alone with him, always swept off with Daphne or her friends. He couldn’t remember the last time he had dared to look in Alastair’s direction, when he hadn’t had that faraway look in his eyes, drugs and alcohol numbing his usually sharp gaze. 

The Atlas that was staring at him now wasn’t like that. His entire attention was focused on Alastair, eyes searching his face, desperately trying to lock on Alastair’s black ones. His fingers brushed against his hands, just grazing against his skin, not fully holding them, but not avoiding the touch, either. It was more than Atlas had allowed himself in months. 

But his gaze was wrong. His eyes were too droopy and soft, a haze clouding over them; and his pupils were dilated, giving him the same appearance of being high that Alastair had grown accustomed to, although he knew that wasn’t the case — not this time.  

“Hey.” Atlas tried again, his voice almost a whisper. He cupped Alastair’s face, calloused palms harsh against his cheeks, his thumb gently tracing the line of his cheekbone, wiping away the ebony tears that were welling in his eyes, the tears he’d been trying so hard to hold back. They were inches away now, Alastair forced to meet Atlas’ gaze. He’d never looked so beautiful.

For a second, Alastair had almost been able to pretend that they were inside his room, not on the floor of a temple designed to torture them. He could almost pretend that Kazuya was not in the corner, eyes watching their every move, gloating. Could almost pretend it was just him and Atlas, alone. That Atlas was really himself, that Atlas really wanted him. That the thing he had fantasized about for so long was finally becoming true.

But that wasn’t the case. 

Atlas would never stare at him with those eyes, if he was himself. If he was in his right mind. Atlas would never hold him so gently, face so close that he could feel his breath with each word he spoke, hot against his skin. 

Atlas wouldn’t want anything to do with him. 

“What’s wrong?” Atlas whispered, nearing closer. His lips were parted slightly, eyes half-closed. He knew what this was. Knew what Kazuya was doing, what he was making Atlas do. And he hated every part of it.

You. He wanted to scream. You’re wrong.

You’re under a spell and you can’t even see it! You’re acting all wrong and I don’t know why or how he’s doing it and there’s nothing I can do to help you. I want so badly to save you but you’re too busy wrapped up with Kazuya to let me. It’s suffocating. 

But he didn’t say that. He couldn’t, not with Kazuya watching them, waiting. It was what he wanted. He was doing this on purpose, pushing and prodding at Alastair, waiting for him to break. 

He wasn’t going to allow it. 

“You know we’re safe here, right? We have nothing to worry about.” Atlas whispered again. He was so close now, his nose practically brushing against Alastair’s. Alastair couldn’t make himself pull away, not with those hands, brushing back his hair, smoothing out the unruly tufts. “I know it’s hard to believe, but we’re protected here. Kazuya just wants to help us. He's a good guy, I promise.” 

It was only at those words that Alastair’s was able to suck up the courage to push him away, his resolve finally hardening. He bowed his head, pulling away from the touch. “I know, Atlas,” he whispered, his voice refusing to go any louder. He felt like a little kid again, the words he really wanted to say jammed at the back of his throat. “I’m okay. Really.” 

Atlas let his hand hang suspended in the air, his frown deepening. “We could go do something, if you’d like. Help you relax.” 

Those words again. Relax. 

That's all they wanted him to do. Relax, take a break. Let go of your worries. Everyone here, they were obsessed with it. Promises of no responsibilities, of rest and sleep and fun. It was all sickening. And somehow, all of his friends had gotten sucked into it, pulled in by Kazuya's allure, and allure Alastair could never begin to compete with.

But he wasn't going to give in, despite it all. He would never relax. Not as long as he was trapped inside here. 

“That’s okay, I’ll pass.” He whispered, not looking up. He refused to. If he looked up, he’d have to see the disappointment on Atlas’ face, the little pout on his lips, like the only thing in the world he wanted was to be with Alastair. As if he was the only thing that had ever mattered. It would’ve killed him. “Maybe another time.” 

“Okay.” Atlas whispered, his voice so sad it almost broke Alastair’s heart. He squeezed his eyes shut, choking back a sob.

It wasn’t Atlas. He reminded himself, Atlas wouldn’t want this. 

Atlas didn't want him.

Atlas’ hand grazed against his back, sending a shiver down his spine. He lingered for only a brief moment more as he stood, crossing back towards Kazuya. “I’m always here, if you need it.” He said, pausing at the door, glancing behind his shoulder. The invitation was everything Alastair had ever wanted. He was like a drug, pulling Alastair in, addicting. “You know where to find me.” 

And just like that, he was gone, pulled into Kazuya’s arms again, giggling as he was led down the hall. 

Alastair felt every bit like dying.

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‪‪‪♡‬ Febuwhump 2025 Day 2: Holding Back Tears ♡

Content: complicated whumpee, whumpee and whumper used to be friends, rescue, gun violence mention, death mentions

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It’s fine it’s fine it’s fine I’m fine.

The drive away from Whumper’s hideout is silent. Far too silent. Everyone seems frozen, staring out windows at the passing landscape or down at their laps. After weeks of hearing nothing but their own screams and cries, the silence is deafening to Whumpee.

And they really, really feel like crying.

It’s the trauma, yes. Anyone would be in tears after going through what Whumpee went through. 

But there’s something else, something that really complicates things. 

Whumper is dead. 

Whumper, who used to be Whumpee’s friend, is now nothing but the memory of a gunshot behind Whumpee’s back as they were led away from the scene of the crime. And as horrible as it is, as much as Whumper put Whumpee through…

Whumpee is going to miss them.

Their chest jumps as they hold back a sob, quickly trying to mask it with a cough as Caretaker glances over at them. Caretaker purses their lips, their eyes flicking down to the bruises covering Whumpee’s exposed skin before they quickly look away again. 

Whumpee curls in on themselves, suppressing a shiver. They’re wearing nothing but a tattered pair of shorts and a blanket, wrapped tightly around their thin shoulders. They’re lucky not to be too badly hurt other than some cuts and bruises, but they almost wish it was bad enough for them to be unconscious on a stretcher or something. Then at least they wouldn’t have to sit through this unbearable fucking van ride.

And Whumper’s gone. Dead. Just like that.

Whumpee covers their face with the blanket, shuddering. They shouldn’t be sad about it. Whumper tortured them. They should be relieved. 

They’re not.

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Do Better

Warnings: self sacrifice, burns, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

"Don't move, Whumpee, you'll be ok. Just don't move," Caretaker said as they opened the tin of healing salve they had stored away for just this kind of occasion.

"It hurts," Whumpee hissed through clenched teeth. They sat pin straight in the chair, their back exposed as they gripped the chair back tightly.

"Yeah, well, maybe you should have thought of that before you volunteered for Whumper to hurt you first." Caretaker put on some gloves. "This is going to sting."

"I was trying to--OUCH!" Whumpee roared as Caretaker put a dollop of salve on the largest burn on Whumpee's left shoulder.

"Sorry," Caretaker muttered as they continued working.

"I was trying to buy time and keep everyone safe," Whumpee grumbled as Caretaker carefully spread the salve across their back.

"But you put your life on the line, Whumpee. Your life. I don't care about the others. I only care about you. There is only one you, Whumpee."

"I know, Caretaker. I just--"

"You need to do better, Whumpee. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you," Caretaker said, finally letting out the emotions they had been keeping bottled up since hearing Whumpee had been taken by Whumper. "I thought....I thought....Whumpee, you have no idea."

Whumpee softened. "I know, Caretaker. I know. I'm sorry. I knew it would be ok. I am sorry."

Caretaker sniffed. "You're ok. You'll be ok. That's all that matters."

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Whumperless Whump Event

Day 2 - Does your insurance cover this? : Car accident / Bystander caretaker / “Eyes open, ambulance is almost here.”

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Febuwhump Day 2,

Holding Back Tears

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Side Note,

The dragon tears were so sad. When I found out I was just in shock and felt pretty bad because I shot her for parts. Oops. Sorry home girl. (*ﾟｰﾟ*')

Tried to show the moment he saw what had happened. I like to think the tears would have work with the water covering his eyes like he was underwater and the memories showing through the tears. Not the happiest with this one but the next days worth of Febuwhump are a lot better in my opinion.