#reluctant writes

[whump-in-the-closet]

“Deep breath. This is going to hurt.”

“Don’t you have anything for me to bite on?”

A pause. “…I thought that…” another awkward silence. “Because of Whumper…”

Whumpee waved their hand in annoyance. “Yeah yeah, yeah, because that motherfucker used to leave me gagged for days you think I wouldn’t want anything in my mouth.” Whumpee grinned but their eyes were dead. “I don’t.”

“So…”

“I also don’t want you to hear me scream. Give me your belt.”

“Mine?”

“Well I don’t want to leave bite marks in mine.”

[rhys-writes-some-shit]

Cuddles

Alastor x Reader (QP)

You were always respectful of the fact that Alastor didn't like physical touch that he didn't initiate. You never asked why, never tried to force him otherwise, never even considered trying to touch him without his consent. This remained true for all the years you'd known him.

But sometimes it got really fucking difficult.

After a long day of work, then chores, then helping with the hotel, you were absolutely exhausted. And you still had dinner to look forward to. As much as you loved Al, his need for dinner formality really got on your nerves sometimes. At least the food was good.

Luckily, there was a little time where you could escape to your room. Closing the door behind you, you kicked off your shoes and dramatically collapsed onto the bed. As soon as your body hit the mattress, you wanted to stay there for the rest of eternity.

But that wasn't an option.

Groaning, you decided it wouldn't hurt to close your eyes for a moment. Besides, Alastor would want you to be lucid for dinner. Closing your eyes for a second would help.

"Ah, there you are." Distantly, you heard Alastor poke his head in the room. "I would like your input on supper, if you don't mind."

Unable to muster words, you made some unintelligible noises into the bed, curling up more with the blankets. Alastor's footsteps were muffled by the carpet, so you didn't know he was standing right next to you until he spoke.

"Seriously, darling, it is much too early to be sleeping. Don't be so dramatic."

A hand fell on your shoulder, probably to try and take the blankets off you. However, in your half-awake stupor, you shifted to grab the hand, pulling it towards you in an effort to pull some comfort out of it.

Your brain didn't compute what you'd just done for a full 30 seconds, until, suddenly, it hit you. Despite your exhaustion, you immediately let go of Alastor's hand and jerked to a sitting position.

"Al, I'm so, so sorry," you said, your voice sounding more tired than anything else. You ignored the way your eyes kept trying to close, Alastor's figure being nothing more than a red blur in front of you. "I didn't mean to. Give me a minute, I'll be down to help."

Alastor hummed, the contemplative hum you've learned to differentiate over time. Vaguely, you were aware that Alastor's smile softened a bit.

"I can spare ten minutes," Alastor finally said. "Move over, if you please."

You stared at him, blinking tiredly, struggling to understand what was happening.

Expectantly, Alastor motioned to the bed. "Nine minutes and thirty-five seconds."

Then it kicked in. Hastily, you moved over to the other side of them bed, giving enough room for Alastor to sit down with his back against the headboard.

Blankets curled around your shoulders, you sat there, hesitating.

"You may." Alastor answered the unspoken question. "For eight minutes and fifty-two seconds."

It was impossible to deny the smile that grew on your face as you crawled into Alastor's lap, resting your head on his chest and closing your eyes. Gently, Alastor wrapped his arms around you, holding you.

Wrapped in blankets, leaning into Alastor's solid body, the darkness behind your eyelids enveloped you. It felt like you were floating, just your and Alastor, and nothing could ever harm you ever again. As long as you kept your breathing steady, everything would be okay.

Everything would be okay.

You were right; just closing your eyes for a few minutes helped immensely. It was even better that it was spent with one of your favorite people in all of Hell. And if Alastor "accidentally" forgot to keep track of the time, extending your cuddle for an extra two minutes, you weren't going to say anything.

[wintertimewhump]

Power Source Whumpee

Power Source Whumpee my beloved..

Whumper carefully crafting a machine to fit Whumpee's body and hold them in place.

Whumpee hooked up to the machine nearly all the time, only allowed a four hour break to sleep each night.

The power being extracted by hundreds of needles attached to wires, sticking out of Whumpee like a pincushion.

Whumper telling Whumpee that this is their only purpose and to just be good and fulfill it. Whumpee technically not needing to eat, as the produce their own power, so Whumper doesn't even bother to feed them, causing Whumpee to feel lightheaded and dizzy.

Whumper using the power they extracted from Whumpee to hurt their friends, blasting them back with the same energy Whumpee had once used to fight Whumper.

A reluctant Whumper placing a damp cloth on Whumpee's sweating forehead, saying they're sorry, but this is necessary for the plan.

Bonus: Bad Caretaker

Caretaker defeating Whumper, about to pull Whumpee out of the machine, but then realizing how useful the power is, and thinking about how much their city needs it.

The hope in Whumpee's eyes fading when Caretaker, who was about to release them from the machine's grip, steps back and turns it on again.

Caretaker guilt tripping Whumpee, telling them that if they were to be released, a whole city would suffer in darkness.

Caretaker thanking Whumpee for their involuntary sacrifice, telling them it won't be forever, but it sure seems to last that long.

Caretaker telling Whumpee that this is what they were made for, sounding just like Whumper now.

[nenlio]

Against All Odds BoyFail Danny Scores a Dilf Pt 2

> DP x DC - Copper Ice <

one again shout out to @chekhovs-slinky for the og prompt

As Danny and Sam entered their shared home the sounds of a action movie reached them signaling the location of their housemate.

"Were home!!!" Sam yelled into the house.

"In the cinema room!!"

They strolled further in until they reached their friend, Tucker was sat on the sofa leaving a gap that Danny flopped himself on to, groaning in embarrassment at his actions from earlier. Patting his back Tucker winced at Dannys behavior "Woah whats up with you dude? Did you mess up or something? I thought you left the shy guy act in your twenties?"

Sams laugh caught Tuckers attention " Oh he did something alright. Get this, I come up to Danny to ask him for my keys and hes totally zoned out! I finally get his attention and he tells me he thinks he has a chance to get a date with the guy hes looking at. Now, who do you think he was talking about?"

"Based on Dannys reaction I'd say Bruce Wayne?" At Tuckers reply Sam makes an X motion over her chest "EH wrong, Danny-boy over here went after Alfred Pennyworth, As in the guy that raised Bruce Wayne, As in the guy Bruces children consider their grandfather, As in the guy who is 35 years older than Danny!!"

"NO WAY WHAT" Tucker looked down at Danny on his lap and started shaking him "DANNY STOP BEING PATHETIC AND TELL ME EVERYTHING"

"Danny cant answer the phone hes dead" came Dannys muffled reply. Tucker rolled his eyes and turned back to Sam, "so what did Alfred say?"

Sitting down Sam started to, dramatically in Dannys humble opinion, regale Tucker with their evening story," im not even joking Tuck he looked like Alfred was the Cinderella to his Prince Charming with the way he ran after him. Me and Brucie looked so lost and we had to have awkward small talk about the charity until Danny came back."

At this point the force of Tuckers laughter was making him a very uncomfortable pillow so Danny rolled over to glare at him. "Danny, dude, you gotta admit its hilarious how desperate you must have looked in front of Wayne. You probably don't even know where your taking Alfred on a date do you." Dannys groan of embarrassment was answer enough for Tucker to lose it once more.

"Don't worry Danny well come up with a plan for you to woo your beau" Sam soothed as she patted his back, Danny simply groaned out of embarrassment. He had the worst friends.

The batcave was a flurry of voices all asking Alfred questions, the man in question simply arching a brow at their unruly behavior.

"Alfred are you really going on a date with that guy?! We don't even know anything about him!!" Dick was seemingly the most distraught at the news, his grandfather?? Dating?

Oracles voice crackled as she spoke through the caves speakers " His name is Daniel Danny Nightingale, 38 years old, he is the co-owner and eventual heir to DalvCo. He has a relatively clean record aside from some speeding and arrests for unruly protests."

Alfred simply sighed in response, "Master Dick, Ms. Barbara, while I understand your worry that is no reason to invade our guests privacy. And yes Master Dick I will be going on a date with Mr. Nightingale, his efforts to pursue me are commendable, and I will be giving him a chance even if it isn't earnest on my behalf."

"So youre just going along with his whims? 'tt' I expected more from you Pennyworth" Damian didn't show it outwardly but he was excited for Alfreds date. He had immediately recognized Nightingale during the gala, not because of his business, but because he was the person to bring back the purple backed gorillas from extinction. Damian had been 6 years old when he first saw a magazine featuring Daniel Nightingale. He had devoured the every word written about Daniel and it sparked the beginning of Damians infatuation with animal conservation beyond that of his families ideas.

Now seeing the opportunity to meet his role model face to face, and possibly even being related to him (if Alfred's account of Nightingale wanting to court with the intent of marriage was correct.) Damian knew what had to be done.

Damian was going to become Gothams cupid and make sure his Grandfather and role model got together.

Laying back on Tuckers legs, Danny tensed as he felt another sneeze attack coming on, halting all conversation.

ACHOO "Bless you" " Bless you" "Thanks, ugh who decided that speaking my name would cause me to sneeze"

Sam rolled her eyes at Dannys whining. "At least you dont get the calling to be summoned like with your royal title" Danny glared at Sam "gee thanks for being so compassionate, Ill be sure to sneeze on you next time"

"I wonder who's talking about me though"

[1071png]

I've made another AA comic (this one is one of those alive bobby fulbright au-s but ive pt my own spin on it i guess)

[whump-mania]

More Whumper Lines

In honor of my first Whumper lines post getting over 1,000 notes, here’s some more! And in some fun categories!

Tag me if you end up using any!

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Playful/Cheery/Lighthearted

1. “Aw, that was cute. I almost felt that excuse for a punch. Why don’t you try again?”

2. “My favorite part is right before you lose consciousness.”

3. “Caretaker, you know how to do stitches, right? No? Oh well.”

4. “Hm. Your blood’s darker than the last one’s was.”

5. “Sounds like Whumpee’s having fun in there…would you like to go join them?”

Dark/Violent/Rough

1. “Get the fuck over here or I’m dragging you.”

2. “Look at me. Look at me while I hurt you.”

3. “Nothing you say is going to stop me. I have a job to do, and I don’t give a shit how it happens.”

4. “Don’t you get it? I’m not being careful. I want this to hurt you.”

5. “Stay still, you motherf—Stay STILL!”

Creepy/Intimate

1. “Come on, scream like you mean it…there we go. Much better.”

2. “It’s so cute when you fumble with your keys everyday when you come home.”

3. “Your pretty little screams are only for me to hear, understand?”

4. “It’s a shock to me that you’ve never considered modeling. I mean…red just looks so good on you.”

5. “Ah, you remember this scar, don’t you? The day we met…god, what I’d give to break you like that again.”

Reluctant/Hesitant

1. “Look, I’m—I’m sorry, I just need to get this over-with. Bite on this.”

2. “They’ll check for bruises. I have to.”

3. “I’m sorry, boss, I’ve…I’ve never done this before. I-I’m trying.”

4. “Don’t look at me like that when the others are here. Please. They’ll know I’m faking it.”

5. “I’m sorry, I had to say it—you know that’s not how I actually think of you, right?”

[snufkins-boot]

Dc x dp idea: time travel yaaaay

Danny, Sam and Tucker get back from fixing some errors in the time line in France just before the French Revolution.

And sure Danny got mistaken for a French aristocrat that had died the day before they got there but it wasn’t to bad, it only made their jobs easier. It won’t be a problem for them.

Meanwhile Constantine, Batman and whoever the fuck else (imma say Hal, I love that green bitch) are exploring an abandoned manor in France after there being reports of strange, violent activity, and with their latest teammate Phantom not picking up their calls Constantine had to pull these two with him instead.

“Hey guys, Phantom’s a ghost, right?”

Hal sounds hesitant as Constantine replies

“Yes, why?”

“I think I found a picture of him living.”

and there on the wall is a picture of a long dead french aristocrat, with black hair and blue eyes but every other detail the same as Phantom’s

There on the wall sits a photo of Daniel Nightingale, a teenager who was possessed by a demon and killed two servants, then himself.

[itsonlypolite]

towel drying hero and skeptic. they need it

This is in reference to this post

You're so right!

Thanks Shifty!

And Cold isn't wet but he can still get a head pat, for fun!

[pinkxpantha]

Harbingers being domestic

part 1/3 (Scaramouche, Childe, Signora)

#: synopsis- scaramouche contemplates physical intimacy like its the trolley problem

#: cw- 560~ words Scaramouche) × GN!reader, scaramouche kind of watches you sleep(not meant to be creepy I SWEAR) reader is assumed to be human, you/they pronouns, drabble, sfw

Scaramouche isn't the type to be super intimate or domestic with his partner for a while, especially if they're human. Of course he would be more pleasant with you, but ultimately these loving actions feel strange to him. (ugh emotions)

Scaramouche would walk in on you asleep for whatever reason. Maybe you exerted yourself again in your work. Nonetheless your constant nagging about him getting a good night's rest ;which he doesn't need, led him to lay you on your bed. If you preach it then you should follow it.

He would notice how you'd almost sag with some form of relief that he could only describe as a need for comfort. He'd be foolish to think he could provide that for you. Hah, no way.

But he stands there, watching over your sleeping form. The deep inhale you take as you drift into a dream, and the shallower exhales as you look so much lighter.

For a moment he wonders if he could dream like you.

After that day, you'd barely be able to go to sleep alone. The skeptic looks you shot Scaramouche as he drawled "Sleep is for the weak and naive." seldom repeated.

It wasn't long before you invited him to sleep with you. You even offered to put a pillow in between the both of you so he could feel more comfortable. (You didn't say the last part aloud.)

To which he refused. It was somewhat expected, but you promised the offer was always open.

Scaramouche had quickly fallen into temptation though, a few days later you might've felt a sudden weight in the bed as you lay asleep. You might've turned around to see Scaramouche laid next to you. and you might've seen how his eyelids grew heavy with each breath you took until he fell asleep as well.

Normally he'd be sure to wake up before you, and slink out of your bed like a clever thief.

If only he knew of how sporadic sleep could be. Without a way to measure time in the abyss of rest, it was only expected you'd wake up to him sleeping beside you at some point.

It wasn't a shock to you to see your partner next to you, deep in slumber. Truth was, having the weight of another person suddenly next to you didn't keep you asleep for long.

You smiled seeing his peaceful form right next to you, his lips parted slightly, acting mimick of breathing.

You wrapped your arms around him, you might've noticed how he woke up, jolting at the sudden warmth of your arms. You might've noticed how he didn't say anything, but accept your radiated heat.

After that, it was basically set in stone. Soft moments of quietness where Scaramouche would allow himself to experience what you felt at night. There wasn't a day when you both were in the same place and hadn't fallen asleep together.

Even after arguments of any scale, you would always feel him indulge in your humanity. Your dormancy also became his.

[boba-pearl-writes]

7/29 - reflection - word count: 976 - @rosekillermicrofic

Barty and Evan haven’t been talking to each other for a week.

It wasn’t a conscious decision. Or, at least, not on both sides. For Evan it might’ve been. Barty didn’t know. All he remembered was that night, when he was drunk and Evan was high and Barty probably was a bit, too.

They’d been looking at the sky, and Evan had made some stupid joke about Regulus always watching them. And Barty had laughed, because it was funny. Simple as that. Reg knew they both did stupid shit, so he supervised them, like they were little kids who’d been given scissors. And, honestly, that comparison wasn’t that far from the truth.

Barty looked back at Evan, to tell him another stupid joke, because that’s just how things between them were. They said things, they laughed, they leaned a bit closer every time, over and over.

Evan was already looking at him, his hazel eyes soft as he gazed at Barty like he was drinking him in. Barty’s mind went blank. He blinked. He inched his hand towards Evan’s, inched himself closer to Evan. Evan leaned forward. Barty matched his movement. That’s just what they did, right?

Evan’s lips landed on his own, and Barty’s hand caught Evan’s. And fuck.

Fuck.

That was not what they did. What friends did.

Barty pulled away and stood up. He ran away. Evan had kissed him, and he’d run away.

Which brings them to now. The stupid Gryffindor party that Dorcas had wanted them all to go to, that Regulus and Pandora had immediately agreed to because, surprise surprise, they were also dating Gryffindors. Bloody traitors, the lot of them, Barty thought bitterly as he leaned against the table with the drinks which, surprisingly, contained a vast variety. At least the Gryffindors knew how to have fun, Barty conceded.

He stared at the opposite corner of the room, where Evan was with Dorcas, talking in hushed whispers and laughing at other people’s outfits, as usual. Except this time, Marlene was with them too, an arm thrown around Dorcas’s shoulder casually.

Evan never looked at him. Never so much as glanced back.

Suddenly, a figure with black hair blocked his vision. Barty recognized him right away, and how could he not? The Sirius Black. A reflection of Regulus, except with less bite and more bark. Barty pulled his lips into a smirk. Oh, he was going to have fun with this. If he was going to be left alone by all his friends and ignored, then he deserved at least this bit of fun.

“Crouch,” Sirius said, with a displeased expression.

“Black,” Barty acknowledged.

“Stop looking at Marlene and Dorcas like that,” Sirius said, cutting right to the chase, his voice flat. This seemed… different from their usual, somewhat bantering, somewhat insulting exchanges. “Are you fucking homophobic?”

What. “What the fuck are you on about?” Barty asked, too drunk to be able to even start to comprehend how Sirius had arrived at that conclusion.

“You’re staring at them like you hate them.” And, okay, no. Barty was definitely not taking that.

“I thought you were smart, Black,” he said, voice cold. Sirius went to interrupt, but Barty cut him off. “Dorcas is my friend, and I love her like a sister. Though, you wouldn’t know much about loving siblings, would you?”

And there.

Barty saw the exact moment the question clicked in Sirius’s mind. The exact moment his teeth grinded against each other and his fists clenched.

“Fuck you,” Sirius spat out. Barty smiled, something that looked completely innocent, but, really, he just wanted to egg Sirius on. He reveled in that anger. In that moment where you weren’t sure whether you were going to be punched or insulted. Barty opened his mouth to say something else, but Sirius’s fist hit his face.

Barty backed up against the wall with a groan, clutching his face. By the wetness on his fingers, he could tell his nose was bleeding. Fuck Sirius, he thought venomously.

“What the fuck, Barty?” That was a new voice, though Barty was surprised at the harshness. He’d never heard Evan sound like this before, this angry. Usually, he wasn’t the type of person to raise his voice at anyone, but- wait. Evan?

“Rosie?” Barty whispered. At that moment, he could care less about everyone around them, about what had just happened with the older Black, and even about his broken nose. He lifted his head up, only half aware of the blood now dripping onto the front of his shirt. And, fuck. Evan looked heavenly, his blonde dreads tied half up, his eyeliner slightly smudged, glaring at Barty like this was all somehow his fault. Barty couldn’t care less. Evan was here, talking to him. “Why’re you ‘ere?” he asked, voice coming out slightly strange because of the blood clogging his nose.

At this question, Evan’s glare softened. “I’ll always be here, dumbass. Especially for when you get yourself in trouble.” Barty tried to smile, on cloud fucking nine because Evan was finally talking to him, saying sweet things and being nice, but then he winced, his hands coming up to cover his nose. Right. The broken nose. Evan frowned, reaching his hand to cradle Barty’s cheek. He gently pried Barty’s hands away from his nose and cleaned up the blood with a tap of his wand and a whispered spell.

“We might need to get you to Pomfrey,” Evan said thoughtfully, as blood started oozing out of Barty’s nose again.

“Are we good, though?” Barty asked, wanting to make sure that he hadn’t fucked up. That the last few days had just been a fluke, some kind of cosmic error, that they’d go back to normal. Just Barty and Evan.

“Yeah,” Evan looked up at Barty, his expression unreadable, but his eyes fond. “We’re good, Bee.”

pt 2 here

[macknus]

Pathetic and Defeated (IV)

Read part one here // Continued from here

***

Whumpee woke in an unfamiliar room. It took him an embarrassingly long time to realise he wasn’t staring at the ceiling, but a canopy over the bed that was far too luscious to be his. No…

The memories of yesterday came back to him in an instant and he groaned as his nerves woke up, igniting the injuries from yesterday just in case he forgot how beat up he was.

He tried to sit up and gasped silently as white hot pain seared his ribs. He fell back against the bed and winced there too from the impact before he found his voice and he released a guttural, pain filled groan.

“You know,” a charming voice drawled from his left. Whumpee glanced towards the owner to see the Baron sitting in a high-backed armchair, one leg crossed over the other, a newspaper in his lap, reading glasses balanced on his nose. “I had hoped your idiocy was from shock of being attacked last night, but it seems you’re just a glutton for punishment.”

The Baron smiled a warm, good-natured smile as he folded the paper on his lap and placed it on the table beside him. Whumpee raised his brows at the Baron.

“How long have you been there?”

Baron frowned, taking his reading glasses off his face and folding them too, placing them on the paper as well. “Well the paper was delivered, I had a coffee, and came to your room. I got about halfway through the paper before you woke. You slept quite late.”

Whumpee swallowed. “Sorry.”

“No, no,” Baron replied, waving the apology away. “It’s good. It’s only natural. Your body needs rest to recover properly. I’ll get Valko.”

Whumpee scoffed. “Don’t you have a bell to summon him?”

“Funny. Do you want to tell him that when he comes i—”

“No!” Whumpee protested, jerking up and groaning as his ribs screamed at him. “Nngh.”

Baron was beside him in a second, a hand on his shoulder to push him down so he lay flat. “Do I have to tie you down?”

“No! No,” Whumpee protested, shaking his head. “Please. I’ll be good.”

Baron’s lips quipped up at the corner, mischief and mirth shined through his eyes as he stared at Whumpee. “I honestly don’t want to leave you for a second. I’m worried you’ll do something stupid and die in my house.”

Whumpee groaned again. “I’ll stay still. Promise. Just… gah, go. It hurts so much.”

Baron studied Whumpee for a few critical moments before he nodded and went towards the door. “I swear, Whumpee, if I see a fingernail moved when I get back,” and with that threat lingering in the air he left the room.

Whumpee melted further into the bed, staring at the fabric of the canopy. It looked like constellations, a midnight blue like the night’s sky and so… fancy looking, like it was made to order, a one of a kind bed cover. Whumpee blinked at it. It was kind of stupid when he thought about it. Why would a bed inside a house, under a roof, need further protection from above?

That train of thought vanished when he heard voices and footsteps walking down the hall, getting closer and closer to Whumpee’s room. He resisted the urge to flee that raced through his body in a flood of panic, Baron’s threat locking his limbs in place.

The two appeared together, Valko walking in first and coming straight to Whumpee’s side, pulling the blankets gently back from his naked torso without so much as a hello.

“I will change your bandages and check the stitches.” Valko said in his gravelly voice and then ripped the bandage from the worst wound.

“Ok—AGH! BY THE GODS— MMPH…” Whumpee cried, tears springing to his eyes as he winced, struggling to stay down and lie still as the sting of the bandage aggravated every other hurt on his body. Baron came to his other side, looking down at him with an apologetic smile.

“Valko’s bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired. Unlike mine. I’m delightful. And funny. I’ll keep you entertained and in high spirits but you will probably bleed out and die, so we leave the medical things to him.”

“As is only right,” Valko mumbled. He wiped the bloody wounds again with a warm cloth as he ran his critical eye over Whumpee’s battered torso. His grey eyes flashed to Whumpee’s. “Luckily for you, you have good healing skin.”

“Cheers,” Whumpee replied dryly.

“But I have yet to tend your wounds on your face,” Valko said. His eyes went to Baron’s across the bed. “I’ll leave that to you while I make breakfast, Master.”

Whumpee’s eyes flashed between the two before landing on Caretaker. “Uh… didn’t you just say that if you do the medical side I’ll bleed out and die?”

Baron waved him away, taking the bowl and cloth from Valko’s hand. “Psssh, nonsense, Whumps. You can’t die from shallow wounds to the face. Thank you, Valko.”

And the lanky butler-doctor-guardian left the room a second later. The bed sunk down beside Whumpee as Baron took a seat beside his waist, balancing the bowl of water on his knee.

“He doesn’t waste time.”

Baron smiled, shaking his head fondly. “He is terribly efficient. It’s a problem of his. I’ve tried to beat it out of him since I was a boy, but he’s incredibly stubborn.”

“Has he always been—”

“Old?” Baron offered. “Mmm. Yes. Another issue I’ve tried to cure him of, but the more I try the older he gets and I’ve given up on that too.”

Whumpee stared at Baron as Baron brought the cloth to his face and wiped the dirt and blood surprisingly gently from it. “You are a strange man, Caretaker.”

“Thank you,” Baron beamed. “I am aware. I think that’s half the battle, or so they say.”

Whumpee hissed and winced as Baron ran the cloth gently over his eyebrow. Baron’s lips turned down into a frown.

“Do you remember who did this to you?” He asked again. Whumpee swallowed, of course he remembered who did this to him. But to tell the Baron…

“No. Like I said, it was a couple thugs,” which wasn’t untrue. It was Whumper’s thugs that attacked him on his way home. “I’m sorry I can’t be of more help.”

Baron smiled ruefully. “Do not worry. I’m sure you were distracted by more pressing matters at the time.”

Whumpee laughed. Then whined as the laugh pulled at his stitches. Baron’s smile turned dazzling. “See? High spirits. And if I continue being so funny, you’ll rip your stitches and bleed out all over the bed.”

“That would be a shame,” Whumpee said in a pained exhale. “It is such a nice bed.”

“It is,” Baron affirmed. “It’s mine.”

Whumpee’s eyes blew wide as he stared at Caretaker. Baron dipped his chin, his eyelids falling a little over his eyes. “Don’t get any ideas of me, Whumpee. I don’t always take men from the street and lay them in my bed.”

“I should feel special then, shall I?”

Baron winked. Whumpee laughed again and bit his lip, silencing a whimper. “You can take that however you like, Whumps, as long as you don’t go blabbering it around town. I’ll get a reputation. A scandalous affair. I’ll find men throwing themselves in puddles on the street as I walk by hoping to be the lucky one.”

Whumpee swallowed another laugh, holding his stomach to stop it from rattling. “Stop,” he whimpered. “Please. I’m begging you.”

“Oh torture has never felt so sweet,” Baron sighed dreamily. He wet the cloth again and ran it down Whumpee’s throat, scrubbing the dirt and sweat from it. They lapsed into a comfortable silence as Baron worked.

“There,” Baron said after a long while. “You’re semi-presentable. You won’t be able to bathe with the stitches, but we’ll do what we can to make you more comfortable.”

Whumpee swallowed, dragging his eyes to Baron’s face. “Why are you doing this?”

Baron stared at his chest. “May I?”

Whumpee nodded. Baron wet the cloth and squeezed the excess water from it before he brought it across Whumpee’s collar bones and shoulders.

“You are one of my denizens,” Baron replied softly. “It is my job to keep you safe and ensure that no harm occurs unjustly.” Baron’s eyes went to Whumpee’s as he slid the cloth down over Whumpee’s chest and waist, careful to avoid the wounds that Valko cleaned. “And if an unjust attack occurs, it is my job to ensure the attackers are justly punished.”

How did he know? Whumpee wondered. How did he seem to know that Whumpee was lying? And not only that, but that he was scared of his attackers and further retribution from them should he tell.

Whumpee lowered his eyes as Caretaker finished washing his torso and placed the cloth back in the bowl, and moved the bowl to the bedside locker. “You are a good man, Caretaker.”

“No,” Baron said, drawing Whumpee’s gaze again. His face cracked into a dazzling smile. “I am a great man. The best. You can profess this to the town if you want like a town crier, that reputation I will accept.”

Whumpee rolled his eyes with a smile. “I take it back.”

“You can’t.”

“There were no witnesses.”

“Valko will—”

“Probably think you’re making it up,” Whumpee interjected. His eyes shot to the Baron to see him scowling like a bold toddler. He had to fight the urge to laugh again.

“I have decided that I regret helping you.”

But Whumpee couldn’t stop his laugh that time and the laugh was filled with pained cries and coughs, and gasps of pain but his laugh filled the house. Somewhere in the bowels of the house, Valko was grumbling about his Baron and commiserating his fortune of having to look after him.

*~*~*~*~*

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[serickswrites]

Hello hello! I was wondering if you'd be willing to write about a Hero that gets so sick that they pass out in the middle of their fight with Villain? What Villain does after that is entirely up to you! I'm just... having a lot of health issues all of a sudden and reading about characters with the same problems makes me feel better😅

Love your work as always and please only write this if you want to!

Hello, friend! I can absolutely write this for you. I am so sorry you are going through it health wise. I hope you feel better soon and hopefully this gives you some entertainment!

Warnings: physical violence, fever, fainting, unconsciousness, reluctant caretaker

Villain dodged Hero's punch easily. Hero had been slower than usual and each of their attacks were also weaker than Villain was used to. Hero usually used every ounce of their physical strength to try and beat the ever loving shit out of Villain.

Today something was different.

Hero's face was pale, their eyes fever bright. They stumbled a few times when Villain dodged their attack. Villain had also successfully landed several painful blows to Hero's ribs. Hero had gone to one knee with one, but stood back up on shaking legs.

Villain raised their fist again. One more good punch and this fight was done. But as Villain went to strike, Hero knees buckled and they fell, their head smacking on the concrete loudly.

"What the fuck?" Villain said, their fist still raised.

Hero didn't stir and remained on the ground. Surely this had to be a trick. But the longer Hero remained down, Villain realized something was wrong.

"Did I do this?" Villain asked as they toed Hero. They rolled Hero onto their back. They didn't think they landed a hit good enough to knock Hero out. But there was a first for everything.

Hero's sweaty, pale face was slack. Villain could feel the heat radiating off Hero. "You're fucking sick. You chose to fight me even though you are fucking sick? How dumb are you?"

Villain pressed the back of their hand to Hero's forehead. Hero was burning up. They only had one choice if they wanted to keep fighting with Hero. With a sigh, Villain threw Hero over their shoulder. "I can't very well fight you if you're sick. And you're not going to take care of yourself. So I'm going to have to do it."

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[holidayinhell]

CWs: vampire whumper, human whumpee, blood, dubcon smut, noncon

It was dark when Whumper slipped into Whumpee’s room. Even the light of the moon was absent that night.

Shadows danced across the walls, but Whumper’s eyes pierced through the darkness, his footsteps inaudible as he crossed the threshold, making his way towards the resting figure laying in bed, lost in sleep. 

He couldn’t resist drinking in every detail of the man’s slumbering face: the gentle curve of his soft, slightly parted lips, the dark lashes fanned delicately against his cheeks. Whumper liked him best like this—sprawled helplessly across the sheets, stripped of that usual, insufferable bravado.

Whumper’s eyes flickered. A shiver of desire crept in, sparked by the sight of Whumpee’s utter defenselessness. He wanted to take him then and there.

So much had changed since they’d last seen each other...

At least this was a familiar urge.

Whumper crawled on top of the sleeping man, the mattress sinking under him as he settled his weight over Whumpee’s slender hips.

He shouldn’t have come here. He shouldn’t be doing this. He should have stayed the fuck away. 

But it was getting increasingly harder to fight the bloodlust.

Whumpee shot awake with a terrified jolt.

“Hey. Easy there.”

“WHO THE FUCK?!” Whumpee’s heart pounded as he scrambled to make sense of the shadow looming over him.

“It’s me. Sorry to scare you.”

“Whumper? Jesus fuck!” Whumpee yelled, breathless as he gave Whumper a shaky shove to the chest. “Goddamn it. What the hell are you doing?!”

“Quiet,” Whumper murmured as he pressed a finger to Whumpee’s lips. “Shhhhh.”

Whumpee instinctively took a bite at the finger resting on his mouth.

“Hey.” Whumper snapped.

“Hey yourself, fucko! What did I tell you?!” Whumpee clutched his racing heart, terror still coursing through him. “You’re gonna fucking kill me some day. You’ve gotta stop doing this shit!”

"Sorry. Yeah. I know. But please, calm down," Whumper whispered softly. He gently caught Whumpee's wrists, pressing them back against the pillow. "Easy. Relax."

Whumpee let out a long, exhausted sigh as his frantic heartbeat settled. “Gah. I really thought you were some kind of fucking rapist burglar or something. You scared the shit of me.”

“I know. Sorry.”

There was a long pause as the two sat in the silence of their unspoken thoughts. 

Whumpee stared into the black of the room, his eyes straining to make out anything through the edgeless darkness. On top of him, Whumper watched the other quietly, taking in the lingering fear coursing through Whumpee’s veins, drinking in the thrill of his quickened heartbeat.

Impatient as ever, Whumpee broke the silence first. “Where have you even been?” He piped up.

Whumper couldn’t answer that truthfully. “Why? Did you miss me, Whumpee?”

“No. I didn’t,” Whumpee spat. “But thanks for popping by and scaring the shit out of me anyways.”

Whumpee quickly turned over to reach for the bedside lamp. But just as his fingers grazed the switch, he was interrupted by Whumper’s mouth locking to his lips.

Whumpee jerked away from the sudden, uninvited kiss.

“Fuck you.”

Whumper chuckled. “We can, if you want.”

Whumpee gritted his teeth, trying to squirm free. Whumper hadn’t bothered to call in weeks, and now he showed up in the middle of the night, literally breaking into his house, sneaking into his bedroom, and he what, expected to bone?

“I don’t think so. Get off of me.”

“Don’t be like that.” Whumper chuckled, his hands tracing Whumpee’s collarbone, traversing his touch to the man’s shoulders. His grip slowly tightened around the bony knobs. “I wanted to see you. Sorry I scared you.”

“Dude.” Whumpee tried to shimmy out of his grasp, thrashing to free himself from under Whumper’s weight. “Stop pissing me off.”

“Stop being so fucking dramatic.”

“Then stop scaring the shit out of me at 3 am! Get off!!”

Whumper didn’t move. Instead, he pressed his mouth against Whumpee’s neck, diving into the exposed, soft skin. He planted delicate kisses along the exquisite curve of the other’s throat, each glide of his tongue igniting a trail of goosebumps that danced across Whumpee’s flesh.

“Don’t be such a baby.” Whumper hummed in a low, sultry voice. “I just wanna make you feel good.”

The heat of his breath sent immediate shivers down Whumpee’s spine. Fuck, it felt good—too good. But fuck him, too.

The strong man continued to suckle at the tender area, the warmth of his lips coaxing a soft sigh from the defenseless plaything pinned beneath him. 

Enthralled by the mounting pleasure, Whumpee let his head roll back deeper into the downy pillow, instinctively granting Whumper better access to his neck. Whumpee was a mess of feelings, torn between frustration and the undeniable tightening in his boxers.

“I—nnf. I fucking hate you,” he managed to rasp.

“That’s fine,” Whumper replied with a teasing lilt. "Hate me if you want.”

Whumper’s tongue swirled around Whumpee’s earlobe. Hot, heavy breaths pervaded his senses.

“I know you like this.”

Yes. He loved it.

And he fucking missed it. 

Whumpee’s breath stuttered. Whumper seemed different somehow. Quiet. Intense. Feral. 

There was electricity in the air, a curious energy drew him into the man. As intoxicating as it was, it filled Whumpee with apprehension. As much as he craved the exhilarating pull of Whumper’s touch, a gnawing feeling in his head warned him to keep his distance.

He tried to put an end to it. “It’s nice, but. No. Not tonight.” 

“Shh…” Whumper’s hand dove into the elastic of Whumpee’s waistband. He’d forgotten how persistent Whumper could be.

“I don’t think I can—ah,” The strong hand in his underwear grasped his member, pumping him until his eyes rolled back. God damn it felt good. “Ah—I’ve got stuff to do, ah-!”

“Fuck you smell good.”

Whumpee quivered under the heavy shadow, fists clenching. “Whumper. No. I’ve got stuff to do. In the. In the morning.” 

“Just a little longer,” Whumper hummed. “Come on. It’s been a while…”

Whumpee wanted to hate it—he wanted to lash out, cuss at him, and kick Whumper’s ass right out the door. But fuck, he needed this. Touch-starved from more than a month of no contact, Whumpee yearned for him; he ached to surrender to Whumper, to be held down and pounded into the ground.

Whumper didn’t deserve this from him, though. He knew he shouldn’t give in. He needed to set better boundaries. And yet, he could feel his resolve crumble with every passing second.

Whumpee’s hips buckled as Whumper’s hand continued stroking his cock. He’d chew Whumper out about this later, he decided, drinking in the weight of the muscular thighs pressing him into the mattress. For now he’d enjoy this.

“You smell so good...” Whumper leaned in, planting a firm kiss on Whumpee’s lips as he pulled the slender man’s body off the bed and into his arms, rocking his hips against the other as he gathered him close.

“Mmm. Thanks. You smell…” Whumpee murmured, his voice low and playful as he caught a whiff of Whumper’s scent. “Uh. Kinda like dirt.”

He hadn’t noticed initially, but the smell of rain clung to Whumper’s shirt, filling Whumpee’s nose with its damp, earthen aroma. It smelled especially sharp, mineral-rich, like a mixture of wet soil and stone.

“Wait. Are you muddy? Your shirt is wet. And like, dripping all over m--,” 

Whumper silenced him with another kiss, his hands sliding Whumpee’s underwear down his thighs. Now that he was naked he was more keenly aware of Whumper’s almost… stickiness?

“Seriously, if you got mud in my bed, I swear…” Whumpee muttered. 

“Okay. Stop talking now.”

Whumper roughly pushed Whumpee backwards onto his pillow. He clutched his sharp hips, flipping the man over onto his belly.

“Woah woah woah. Wait!”

“Don’t worry.”

“Wait!” Whumpee repeated, scrambling to lift his chest away from the bed. “I don’t think--”

“Stop moving.”

“Wait. No really, Whumper. I don’t think we should. It’s late.”

“It’s alright.” Whumper purred, tracing a line down Whumpee’s spine with his index finger, delivering a crisp smack to Whumpee’s ass. “I’ll be fast.”

“Dude.” Whumpee shook his head with a weary sigh. “I’m not your personal fuck toy, you know.”

“Sure you are.”

Whumper grabbed the back of Whumpee’s head, shoving his face into the plush pillow and holding it there.

Whumpee’s chest tightened as he tried to catch a breath through the fabric. He thrashed beneath the man pinning him to the bed, refusing to give Whumper the satisfaction of giving in.

“Mmph! MMF MFF!”

“Lay still,” Whumper murmured, ignoring the muffled protests beneath him. “It’ll all be over soon.”

Whumpee twisted his head back once more, only to have it slammed back into the pillow again.

“Don’t look at me.” Whumper commanded, his tone edging on desperation. “Sorry. Please just.”

A hot, wet finger entered Whumpee, and then another. Globs of saliva fell onto his rim, and busy fingers immediately kneaded the moisture inside him. Whumpee kicked his legs out in protest. 

Owwwww. Whumpee moaned into the pillow. It hurt. It fucking burned in his ass, boiled in his stomach. It was all happening entirely too fast.

“Sorry-- for a second. Don’t move.”

Then, without warning, Whumper pressed his enormous cock against Whumpee’s hole. He rammed it against the entrance, eagerly cramming his way inside.

Whumpee lifted his head, letting out a blood-curdling scream.

A strong hand cupped his mouth, silencing his wails. Whumper’s full weight bore down on him as he mercilessly pounded his cock into Whumpee, hand covering his mouth and nose.

The pain was excruciating, devoid of anything remotely close to pleasure.

Next to that, Whumpee could barely breathe.

Whumpee’s tongue jabbed at the palm keeping his mouth closed, wiggling it between Whumper’s fingers.

Holy shit. Holy shit. His ass was on fire and he could barely breathe. 

Scrambling for oxygen, he dug his fingernails into Whumper’s arms, clawing at the flesh with all the strength he could muster. The man on top of him paid no mind. He continued plowing Whumpee into the sheets, merciless and unyielding, refusing to remove his suffocating hand until the man’s thrashing faded into weak, sporadic kicks. 

When Whumpee finally went limp, the hand released its grip. Whumpee gasped for air, taking a deep, ragged breath, and then he screamed. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

Fueled by adrenaline, he twisted his body and lunged toward the lamp on his bedside table.

When the light flicked on, it revealed a horrifying scene. 

All he saw was red.

Red staining his sheets, seeping through the fabric like thick, viscous ink. Red handprints were stamped onto his white pillowcase, smears of red streaked across the white walls and carpet. Whumpee glanced down, and his breath caught; his naked body was coated in it too, like a sticky second skin.

It wasn’t mud that he’d smelled on Whumper.

Frozen in place, Whumpee stared blankly at the man sitting on his bed. 

He must’ve been drenched in gallons of blood. The thick, sticky red stained Whumper’s hands, dripped from his chin, and splattered across his face. The sight was torn straight from a nightmare.

Whumper shook his head slowly, an unsettling calmness in his demeanor.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

His gaze locked on Whumpee, intense and unblinking. A feral, predatory glint in his eye gave a promise of what was to come next.

“Wha-wh-what is…” Whumpee stammered. His pulse hammered in his ears and drowned out all rational thought. His mind screamed at him to run, but his body refused to obey. “Why are you-- i-is that--?!”

“I need more, Whumpee,” the blood-soaked monster pleaded, desperation ringing his voice. “Just a taste.”

“Why are you…?.” Panic kicked into overdrive and Whumpee smacked the man away.

“Just give it to me” Whumpee went in for another hit, but Whumper caught his wrist mid-air, pulling the other into him.

“Please. I don’t want to have to make you.” The hunger pressed against the edges of Whumper’s mind. One quick taste was worth any price.

“FUCK OFF!” Whumpee yelled. “HELP! Somebody, hel--!”

He kicked at Whumper, flailing until his body was thrown from the bed. He could do this. He could make it out of here. He scrambled across the floor, desperately crawling to the doorknob, eager arm outstretched.

Just as Whumpee reached the exit, a brutal grip seized his wrist, wrenching his arm behind his back, sending his cheek crashing into the hardwood floor. 

Whumper climbed on top of Whumpee for the final time. 

“H-help me. Oh my god, oh fucking god…”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

The world around him blurred and spun around Whumpee, every sound distant as pain pulsed from his head and radiated through his body.

“Whumper—W-Whumper please—!”

“I tried.”

“Whumper!” he shrieked. “Don’t!”

“I’m sorry, Whumpee.”

“I-I don’t know what you did.” Whumpee cried. “I won’t tell anyone. I won’t. Don’t...!”

“Doesn’t matter…” he leaned in closer, his breath warm and heavy against Whumpee’s skin. “Sorry. I can’t control it anymore.”

“Don’t d-do this!” 

Whumper pressed his fangs against the soft curve of Whumpee’s neck. 

“Sorry, Whumpee,” he whispered. “I’m just so fucking hungry.”

((more Whump oneshots))

[x-i-l-verify]

Little thing for @scarlettediscord and @kuraiarcoiris for Fan Joy July. :3

[mj-iza-writer]

"Liam didn't tell me what their patient liked", Caretaker spoke out loud as they set some snacks down, "I suppose they are still fairly new."

Caretaker thought for a moment.

"Liam had said he was having problems with this one. They might not have figured out all of these details yet", Caretaker looked over the table, "number one rule, have a bunch of snacks so everyone can have something they may like."

Caretaker hurried to the door.

They took a deep breath before opening.

"Liam, how are you doing?", Caretaker grinned.

"I'm alright", Liam gave a smile, "how are you?"

"Doing good! Please come in... this must be Whumpee", Caretaker watched as a shy,  hunched over person slowly followed behind Liam.

"Yes, this is Whumpee, uhm, they are very shy", Liam introduced, "very... shy", they repeated while nodding and taking a breath.

"Ah, I see", Caretaker nodded.

Caretaker offered snacks to Whumpee, but in the end Whumpee just hid in the corner of the room and watched with widened eyes.

"The...they act like this all of the time", Liam sighed quietly, "from when they get up... to when they are getting heavy eyed. They just sit and watch. They won't sleep willingly, and I can't sleep... I-I'm worrying about them a lot. I feel like I'm failing."

Caretaker nodded, "sometimes it takes a while for patients to settle in. Have they talked at all."

"A few words here and there, they look at me as though I'll hurt them though", Liam whispered, "I can't touch them. They go into full panic if I accidentally touch them. I-I asked to come over for a visit, because, because I need help. I'm so lost. I didn't think it would be like this. My last one was relatively easy."

Caretaker stole a glance at Whumpee before giving a comforting grin to Liam.

"I can help you. Remember though, this is only your second patient. You are going to be taking care of all kinds of people, all kinds of traumas. You can't stress out like this", Caretaker looked back at Whumpee, "at least not in front of your patient. They know you're stressed. That's going to make them more stressed. You need to show them that you have everything under control. Your patients need stability."

"But how?", Liam whispered with a frown, "I'm so tired."

"Well, whispering about being stressed doesn't exactly help. Especially when they're sitting right there", Caretaker stood, "Whumpee, will you come with me for a moment. I know you are not my patient, but I want to give you some things that I believe will help you."

Whumpee kept their head lowered, they only lifted their eyes to watch.

Liam sighed, "Caretaker, I..."

"Shh!", Caretaker shushed, "give them a second to think. They need to feel the situation. They came from trauma, they have learned to feel a situation out. That's how they will tell if I'm safe to be around."

Whumpee shifted uncomfortably.

"I know you don't like being touched, but I think I can help", Caretaker knelt, "it's just one room over in my office. I do have to get into my closet though. I can open that right now and come back when it's ready if you like. I know a closet is a little daunting."

Whumpee fidgetted with their shirt while they thought.

After a few moments Caretaker watched as Whumpee started to get up.

"You can wait out here Liam", Caretaker smiled as Whumpee timidly followed them to the hall.

"This will squeak slightly, I apologize", Caretaker gently opened the closet door, "so I do the same job Liam does. He is slightly newer though. You are his second case, and you will be a challenge for him."

Whumpee looked down.

"But that is a good thing. That is how he will learn. Don't go easy on him", Caretaker smiled, "you need to heal. Don't ever feel like you are to much to handle. He will only get better with every thing you can throw at him."

Whumpee lifted their head slightly in interest.

"Yes, we caregivers like the difficult cases. Well, at least I do. That means I get to use all of my resources", Caretaker pulled out a card, "did you receive something like this?"

Whumpee looked at the card after Caretaker handed it over. They shook their head no.

"This is something that should have been in your care package that you received, but sometimes these get overlooked", Caretaker sighed, "which is unfortunate because this is important."

Whumpee looked up from the card.

"I'm going to tell Liam to teach you how to use the phone. That is important in case you ever need to call out for whatever reason", Caretaker reached into the closet again, "the top phone number is the company's. If Liam ever hurts you, you need to talk to someone, or if Liam is hurt, you call them for help. Then you see the next number is highlighted, that is my phone number. You can call me anytime. If you need to talk... or if Liam is not getting it right and you feel like I can help him."

Whumpee allowed an extremely small grin.

Caretaker smiled as well.

"So when I get a patient I invite them to go shopping in my closet here", Caretaker looked inside, "I have a lot of resources in here", a light clicked on.

"So I know you don't enjoy being touched, but I can imagine a hug would feel pretty good for you", Caretaker pointed at one shelf, "I first have my patients pick out a friend."

Whumpee peaked in and saw a shelf of stuffed animals. All different kinds covered the shelf waiting to be picked.

"Are you sure?", a raspy voice whispered.

"Yes, I'm positive. You can pick whatever you like", Caretaker watched Whumpee step in cautiously, "they are all ready for cuddles."

After a few moments Whumpee reached their shaky hands for a teddy bear.

"I-I used to have a bear like this", Whumpee cuddled it close, "I missed them so much."

Caretaker watched happily, "I'm glad you were able to find the right friend for you."

Whumpee sniffled a little, "thankyou."

"You're welcome, but we are not quite done yet", Caretaker got into the closet, "I see you fidget quite a bit, especially with your fingers. They look pretty sore", Caretaker pulled down a box, "these are fidget toys. We can try to relieve some of your fidgeting with these. Here is a bag as well, you grab whatever you like. If you are curious about any of them definitely ask. I'm here to help."

Whumpee looked at the bag Caretaker had given them. Whumpee had carefully examined each toy while they were picking. Caretaker slid other items into the bag for surprises for later.

Caretaker smiled as Whumpee looked up at them nervously.

"You picked some amazing toys, I hope they will help", Caretaker stood, "one last thing to pick out. I don't have this as well stocked as like it to be. If you don't see one you like, you can have first pick when my orders come in on Thursday."

Whumpee watched as three blankets were pulled out from a low shelf.

"These are weighted blankets. They help with compression therapy. Kind of like a hug", Caretaker smiled, "they are a little heavy, but all of my patients have liked them."

Whumpee looked at Caretaker curiously, "you are letting me borrow all of these things, but why? I don't deserve any of this."

"I'm letting you keep these items Whumpee, you do deserve all of this", Caretaker smiled comfortingly, "you deserve to heal, and I want to help you."

Whumpee looked at the items they had already picked, "i-its too much."

"I promise you, you are worth it. I also promise you, it really isn't that much", Caretaker set a blanket down, "I'm sorry the blanket options are low though. Like I said, I will stop by later this week with more."

"I uhm, I actually like that one though", Whumpee pointed, "if I'm allowed too."

"This one?", Caretaker turned, "oh yes, that is very soft."

Whumpee nodded.

"You can have this", Caretaker picked it up, "I'll carry it for now. You are still healing. Do you want to try it out in the living room."

Whumpee nodded quickly, but continued to look in the closet.

"Do you see something else you like?", Caretaker saw them.

"Uhm, I uhm..", Whumpee stuttered.

"You can tell me, everything in this closet is up for grabs", Caretaker set the blanket down on their desk and went back to the closet.

"Those books", Whumpee looked at Caretaker nervously, "may I have some paper to draw on."

"You can have the whole journal", Caretaker reached for the books, "I'm happy you asked. I wouldn't have known that you wanted something like that."

Whumpee looked at the book. A small glimmer of excitement crossed their face.

Whumpee followed Caretaker into the living room.

They both looked toward Liam.

"I had a feeling he needed a nap", Caretaker chuckled.

Liam had fallen asleep while waiting.

"Here, we will get you set up here", Caretaker set the blanket on the couch.

"I can be on your furniture too? Just like at Liam's house", Whumpee looked at the couch questioningly.

"Yes, of course", Caretaker nodded.

Whumpee cautiously went to the couch and sat down.

"You can get more comfortable then that", Caretaker invited them.

Whumpee looked at them questioningly before leaning back.

"I'll take it", Caretaker laughed lightly, "I'm going to cover you up now."

Whumpee nodded and watched as the blanket was picked up.

"Would you like some snacks?", Caretaker set Whumpee's new belongings beside them.

Whumpee nodded without reacting to Caretaker accidentally touching them.

Caretaker allowed Liam to sleep, they would keep an eye on Whumpee for as long as necessary.

Whumpee had sat quietly for a while drawing in the notebook. They chewed nonchalantly on one of the fidget toys they had picked. Only stopping to get more snacks.

Caretaker looked up from their computer when a strange movement caught their attention.

Whumpee had slightly shifted and was now leaning to the side.

"They fell asleep", Caretaker sighed in relief.

They stood up quietly and walked over to where Whumpee was.

They cleaned up around them and finally pulled a pillow closer.

"Wh-what happened?", they heard Liam sit up quickly.

"Shh", Caretaker turned to them, "they fell asleep", Caretaker whispered.

"They fell asleep?", Liam made a shocked face, "them?"

Caretaker grinned and nodded, "let's not wake them up."

Liam stared sadly at Whumpee.

"I feel like a failure. You had an hour and they are already comfortable enough to fall asleep. I've had them for almost two weeks, and... and", Liam felt tears well up, "I should just transfer them to you, you have the room. I'll just quit..."

"Nope", Caretaker interrupted.

"Huh?", Liam turned to Caretaker.

"Are you going to quit everything just because it's hard and not what you thought?", Caretaker frowned, "you are taking care of people, not pets, they are not just going to move in and settle right away. These people have suffered greatly. How do you think they will feel if the first person who stepped in to help them just gives up?"

Liam sighed, "I don't know what I'm doing."

"Do you think I did when I first started?", Caretaker leaned forward after setting their computer aside, "it wasn't easy, and there was a lot of trial and error. The thing is, your patient there knows you are trying to help. They are more gracious then you realize because they know you are trying to help them. I will help you, I have multiple resources that you can use. That is more than what I had when I started."

Whumpee let out a small moan and stirred slightly.

"They're having a nightmare", Liam whispered, "they might scream."

Whumpee sat up quickly and gasped for air.

"Whumpee, I'm going to walk to you", Liam stood, "you are safe.... you are sitting on a couch at my friends house. You were sleeping just now."

Caretaker sat quietly as they watched. A small grin on their face as they watched Liam work.

Whumpee frantically looked around until their eyes connected with Liam's. They violently wiped at their face.

Liam knelt down, "there is nothing holding your head down. You're free. You are not tied up anymore", Liam talked lowly.

Whumpee's lip quivered, "scared."

"I'm here, nothing will hurt you. I promise", Liam smiled, "here", they reached for the stuffed bear, "let's get a hug in."

Whumpee reached shakingly and took the bear. They squeezed it as tight as they possibly could.

Liam smiled, "I wish I had known to get a stuffie sooner. That was a good idea."

Whumpee sniffled as they nodded.

"I promise", Liam started, "I promise, I will learn everything I can from Caretaker. I will learn so that I can help you feel better."

Liam turned to Caretaker to get approval.

"I am happy to help", Caretaker nodded, "anything you need, I'm sure I have it."

Liam looked back to Whumpee.

"Do you think you can bear with me while I learn", Liam smiled.

Whumpee thought quietly for a few moments before leaning to Liam and resting their head on Liam's shoulder.

"Please don't leave me", Whumpee whispered.

"I-I won't leave you, not until you are ready", Liam awkwardly patted Whumpee's shoulder. Shocked at the sudden allowance of touch.

Caretaker watched as Whumpee laid back down and was covered up.

"We will be over here sitting. Go ahead and get some rest", Liam tucked the bear in, "let me know if you need anything."

Whumpee nodded slightly and yawned.

Liam sat down and looked over at Whumpee, they turned to see Caretaker grinning at them.

"What?", Liam looked at them questioningly.

"Don't know what you're doing... I'm so lost", Caretaker sat back, "looked to me like you knew exactly what to do. You knew what was going to happen and reacted in a way to help them."

"Oh, uhm", Liam side glanced Whumpee, "it's just what I've found works, they have a lot of nightmares."

"That is exactly how you do your job", Caretaker stood, "you find out what works", Caretaker left the room, "I'll be right back."

Liam watched Whumpee for a few moments.

Caretaker came back in and handed a card to Liam.

"What's this?", Liam looked at it.

"I was going through Whumpee's portal while you slept, "I just wanted to see their file. I saw you didn't have a therapist for them yet. I use that person a lot and I know they can help Whumpee. They are good about scheduling as well."

"The company hasn't gotten back with me on therapy needs yet", Liam admitted, "I've been waiting for a few days."

"I'll send a letter of recommendation for your patient. I was able to witness your patient's needs, so I can send in the request for stat", Caretaker reached for their computer, "that will help move things along."

"I really appreciate this Caretaker", Liam felt relief come over them.

"Absolutely, I'm glad to help", Caretaker nodded.

Liam looked at Whumpee, "I feel like I actually got somewhere with them today."

"You did", Caretaker nodded, "you absolutely did."

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[novasintheroom]

aw aw building little comfy nests with Vash.

You notice he has this odd behavior of piling up any blankets, towels, clothing, etc. on his bed whenever you're in a motel room. Actually, now that you think about it, he does it whenever he's about to rest somewhere. On top of the car with all the luggage piled up around him, in the desert with his traveling sack, sleeping bag, and any item of soft clothing he has on hand - the whole thing.

When you ask him about it, he gets shy and admits he thinks its a Plant thing. He's usually good about hiding his quirks, but the nesting (his ears go bright red at the word) is something of a comfort he allows himself, and he's just gotten comfortable enough around you to start it up again.

You might make fun of him for a bit. It's a friend thing, making fun of each other's quirks. But you still help him pile up the towels and take out your extra day wear to add to the mess of fabric on motel beds. You even make an event of it - wrapping the bed's questionably clean blankets round and around and gilding it with the smaller fabrics, then pulling out a rented tablet to watch movies together.

He's awkward the first few times you do this. He's just not used to other people being in his space, you know? But you better bet Vash takes advantage of being able to snuggle with you once the newness wears off. This is upped ten times once you two start dating. He looooovveess being the little spoon, resting his head on your chest and letting out little content birdie chirps he doesn't realize he's doing half the time. Please run your hand through his hair while watching movies. It'll make him melt even more.

Seeing you start to build a nest on the bed (or campsite, or inside the truck) really gets his gears going too. It satisfies some primal urge in him to have his mate lover in this big nest you've built together, safe in the confines of a shelter and enjoying the trash movies you rent. He'll get all soft and chirpy in the nest, pulling you close and just looking at you with adoration. He'll try to shake it off - he's still getting used to letting whatever the heck his Plantness is doing happen - but when that warm, fuzzy feeling and the urge to preen you comes over, it's hard to ignore. Just let him smooth out your hair and get the granules of sand from your scalp. It'll calm him down.

Now, he practically vibrates with excitement whenever you rent a motel room together. He knows a good nesting is coming, and he can't wait for the cuddling and good naps he and you will get in.