#whump rescue

[loserwithsyle]

Whumpee after being rescued, crying in Caretaker's arms, sobbing out how they want their mom or other parental figure

But with a twist. That parental figure is gone. Whumpee may or may not know that, and caretaker may or may not too.

A Caretaker knowing the parent died while their child was in captivity

Or a whumpee crying for someone they know can't be there for them

[generic-whumperz]

Oh buddy just you wait

*cue the night terrors

[thewhumpcaretaker]

❤️‍🩹 Rescuing a Stray Whumpee ❤️‍🩹

Maybe it's a cold night. It's raining, or snowing. Caretaker happens to see someone bleeding out in an alleyway. They're all wet and just lying on the ground, crying too much to talk.

Or maybe Caretaker is at a high profile party and whumpee is being tortured for entertainment. Caretaker is sickened and can't just leave them there. So they just...take them. Take them away from all of this.

Carrying whumpee to the car/carriage, badly injured. It's the first physical contact between them. Caretaker wants to hug them but they don't know each other well enough yet. Or maybe whumpee clings to them and that first hug ends up happening anyway.

Driving home with their mind full of thoughts. How is this going to work? What can they do? Does whumpee need a doctor? Maybe it's the middle of the night and they can't get one. A frantic rush through wallgreens or the local apothecary getting medical supplies.

Buying clothes for whumpee, and fresh blankets. "What size shirts do you wear?" Maybe whumpee sleeps in Caretaker's clothes the first night or two. Maybe they get attached to those clothes.

Doing the things that make this transition easier for whumpee. Buying the foods they like best and making sure that every accommodation they need is present.

The time it takes to trust. Maybe whumpee initially thinks they've been captured by someone hostile and doesn't believe Caretaker's explanations. But Caretaker really takes the time to communicate everything effectively. "What can I do to prove to you that it's safe?"

Slowly learning about whumpee. About what happened to them. Maybe the story comes out in pieces, or maybe whumpee is furious and won't stop talking about it.

"If you love them, let them go." Caretaker helps whumpee get back on their feet, seek revenge, get therapy. They watch whumpee become strong again. They're fading away from Caretaker with every step towards independence but it's worth it to see them fulfilled, living the way they Whumpee is so beautiful as a person and Caretaker wants to see them in their full glory.

"If you let them go, they'll come back." Whumpee still wants to be in Caretaker's life. Caretaker is still the one who they come to with problems, the one who saw them at their lowest, the person who sees the deepest and most hidden parts of their soul.

[chiharuuu22]

It's Okay, I Love Everything You Made for Me

Caretaker bit her lower lip while looking at the food ingredients that were in front of her now. Oh, come on. Right now they were on the run and hiding from Whumper, so it was normal that they didn't have an adequate food supply.

However, seeing the various canned and instant foods in front of her frankly made Caretaker disappointed with herself. For her and the team, all these foods are no problem, but do these foods have enough nutrition to restore Whumpee's health?

Canned soup, beef jerky, canned fish and meat, cup fruit, instant cup noodles, white bread, crackers, several types of cookies, energy bars, and nuts. At least, they have a very sufficient water supply.

Caretaker sighed as she looked at the nutrition labels on the food one by one. Her fingers tapped, and she began to mix up what she could make. She didn't want to starve Whumpee any longer.

Some time later, Caretaker was seen bringing the results of her concoction into a room. This abandoned building was very dark, so she relied on the moonlight and was very careful in her steps. She saw several team members on guard and greeted each other quietly, trying not to make a sound while indicating she had plenty of food she had just made so they could recharge before returning to guard.

In one of the resting rooms, Whumpee was seen lying on a thin mat with a jacket folded in such a way as a pillow. A thin blanket covered him from neck to feet. Several other team members were seen sleeping and resting.

"Whumpee, wake up for a moment. You have to eat," said Caretaker quietly while shaking Whumpee's body.

Whumpee's tired eyes opened slowly as he tried to focus. "Caretaker? What time is it? How long have I slept?"

"It's almost midnight, and you've had about three hours of sleep since being rescued," Caretaker answered.

Caretaker helped Whumpee sit an lean in the wall and said, "Here, you should eat and replenish your energy. I also brought you painkillers."

Whumpee nodded, and Caretaker fed him slowly, spoonful by spoonful.

"Sorry, it's just porridge from an instant cup of noodles. I couldn't crush it well. I put in the canned meat too. It's hard to do without proper kitchen tools."

Whumpee shook his head, then smiled at Caretaker. "It's okay; I like everything you make for me."

Caretaker flashed a sad smile and said, "Thank you. I hope you recover soon."

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

whump prompt 159

Whumpee saving themselves, because no one else is coming.

[turn-the-tables-on-them]

Could we see a drabble of what would have happened if Valeria rescued Quill when he was broken but lucid?

Here you are!!

@hollowgast1

Valeria holds her bow firmly in one hand, her knife gripped in the other, ready for a trap behind the door. She pushes it open and darts back, braced, but no attack comes.

She peers inside, easily able to see in the darkness with her catlike vision, and she stalks down the stairs, freezing at a sudden sound.

Quill freezes, so still he’s holding his breath. He strains his ears when he catches the slight sound outside the door, pulse rising as he fears Vera’s return.

He hears the door fly open and he flinches sharply, curling tight against the corner of his cage. She must be angry at him, and that never bodes well.

Footsteps grew louder as they headed down the stairs.

Valeria eyes the cage at the back of the room. It looks like it's made of wooden boards, not metal, and that's a new development from Vera.

The slats obscure most details of the occupant, and Valeria creeps closer, trying to get a better look.

She’s mad, she’s mad, she’s mad, Quill played on repeat, tending as he prepared for the cage to be unlocked and for him to be grabbed roughly.

As she gets closer, Valeria realizes she knows this man, and that reveal is a particular slap to the face.

Then she scoffs, hopping easily up on top of the crate and glaring down at its occupant.

Quill shrinks when he hears the boots right outside his cage, but then the weight is on top of the cage, not outside it, and he can see the face better.

That’s…not Vera.

Oh God.

He tortured Valeria. Her mother is his captor. If she…if– Could she be just as bad as her mom? Was she worse?

She gives a dark, bitter laugh.

"Finally on the wrong side of the chains, huh handsome?" She asks him, rage barely contained.

He’s too terrified to even respond. Quill can feel his limbs trembling, his legs still nothing but a mess of agony and blood. He ducks his head and hides beneath his slightly overgrown hair, closing his eyes. He doesn’t want to see the same look Vera has in Valeria’s eyes.

He hugs his knees to his chest tighter and stays quiet.

"What, nothing to say? I thought you loved to listen to yourself talk." The words are biting, and she slides off the cage and idly glances around the room.

He registers the unspoken command a moment later.

She wants to hear you speak, dumbass.

“I’m s-sorry,” he whispers for a lack of anything better to say. The command was vague and leaves too much room for error. She’s good at this.

She scoffs a laugh.

"You're sorry?" her disbelief is clear.

Then she shrugs.

"Whatever. Where's Flashflood?"

She knows she can't leave him here... but *he* doesn’t need to know that yet, right?

“I- I don’t know. I swear, I don’t,” Quill says quietly, shifting. His eyes absently seek out the spaces between the bars of his cage, looking for other moving figures in case Vera is in that room somewhere and he hasn’t noticed.

She mutters under her breath, and heads back towards the door, ignoring the guilt that scolds her.

He tortured her for his own amusement. Why shouldn't she let him sweat a bit? Besides, for all she knows, he's faking it.

Quill watches her go, dread building with every step she takes away from him.

She hasn’t hurt him yet. Any hell has to be better than this one.

He scrambles up as much as he can, still hunched and curled, and paws against the bars closest to her.

“Val– Valeria! Please,” he says brokenly. “P-please, wait.”

She turns to look at him, raising an eyebrow, and circles back towards him, stopping in front of him.

Quill swallows shakily, eyes dropping to the floor. He can’t meet her gaze.

"What do you want?" She asks him, anger suddenly fading, leaving her body cold and her voice soft.

He shivers at the sound of her voice.

He doesn’t know what he wants.

Yes, he does, he’s just too afraid to ask for it.

“Please…please don’t leave me here…” he whispers, flinching away as he anticipates a strike.

Valeria crouches, unlocking the cage, ready for him to lash out as she pulls the door open.

When no strike comes, she sits back on her heels and gets a better look at his injuries, stomach knotting.

Quill can’t help but accidentally glance at her face when she lowers herself.

He winces, pushing himself back, and waits for her first command. He hasn’t expected her to grant his request, which means he needs to behave perfectly to make up for it.

She winces as she takes in the damage to his legs, pity warring with anger and dragging it under. She slowly, cautiously puts her hand on his cheek, checking for fever... and trying to show the compassion she'd so badly wanted when she was the one hurting.

At his hands.

She swallows, but doesn't pull her hand away.

Quill closes his eyes and lets himself lean into it. He’s never felt a touch like this before.

Valeria absently rubs her thumb over his cheekbone.

"It's alright. I'm getting you out of here."

[chaos-and-codeine]

June of Doom 2024

Day 10 - Can you hear me? (Pt. 1)

@juneofdoom

OC’s: Indy, Bryson

Warnings: unconsciousness, severe pain, fire/smoke, buried, assumed explosion, ambulance

Word count: 653

Summary: Indy is injured in the aftermath of an explosion, her friends get to her and pull her out, but it’s not over yet.

(Part two is coming, but not necessarily as part of June of Doom. But it is coming! Please throw some love to my poor Indy though I make her suffer far more than she deserves.)

It wasn’t quite like falling, unless being yanked upwards into your body counted as such. Every inch on the battered body that Indy had just rejoined was screaming. Her lungs violently took in air without her permission, making the pain spike even higher as she sputtered. No thoughts, just white hot swirling behind her forehead.

“Indy!”

Muffled, stretched sounds thundered in Indy’s ears, mixing with the incessant ringing and aching.

“Indy!”

More noise. More ringing. More spikes of fire through Indy’s chest and head and

e v e r y w h e r e .

“INDY!” The static overlay on the shouted words cut into her mind, “Can you hear me? We’re coming, I promise. Please. Please answer.”

Indy groaned and fought to get her mind back up to her body with the rest of her. She coughed as she pushed herself to the side, struggling to get enough air through the smoke and rubble. She pawed around the dirt, unable to see. Rocks and glass cut into her palm until she finally landed on a dry and cracked block of plastic. She squeezed it hard and brought it to her face as she slumped back into the dirt exhausted.

“I’m here.” She wasn’t sure she’d even said it. She wasn’t sure the words had come out as more than a desperate moan through the radio mic. She let it drop to her chest.

“Indy?” It was still a shout, but now it was hopeful and pleading. She couldn’t pick it back up, the small weight like a brick against her. Her mind was clearer now, but with it was a clearer pain. Air hissed between her teeth as she tried to breathe without coughing again.

Indy startled at the siren sound coming out of her radio. It was still partially in her hand, now sliding off of her toward the ground. The blaring sound continued to twist the knife in her head as gravel began falling around her. She turned her face to the side; squeezed her eyes shut even tighter.

“Indy.”

“Indy.”

Shaking earth. Trembling hands.

“Indy!” The booming voice was now against her, arms lifting her away from the jagged surface beneath. She choked on the fresh wave of fire. Her back touched a slightly smoother ground, a hand still behind her head as she tried to find something to anchor her. A thick mask enveloped her face and suddenly she was lifted again.

“Breathe, Indy. Breathe.” The booming voice was lower now, a comfort instead of another aspect of the chaos. Each jostle sent spikes through her body, but Indy found her anchor in listening to her friend's voice, “We found everyone else, Indy. The whole team is alive. You were the deepest, but we got you. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Bryson! Bus is this way!” A voice shouted, daylight searing through Indy’s eyelids. The smoke was so thick for the few seconds she’d opened her eyes that she forgot that it was still the middle of the day outside.

“Almost there, Indy.” Bryson was at a near jog with Indy slowly fading in his arms. They reached the medibus in under a minute, people surrounding them as they rounded the back.

Indy opened her eyes just enough to look at Bryson as he gently lowered onto a gurney. He smiled, a genuine smile that was simultaneously terrified. He brushed the stray hairs back from her face and helped lift the gurney into the bus. The respirator was pulled off and replaced by an oxygen mask.

And then Indy let her eyes close again. She could feel Bryson’s hand on her head, his thumb gently moving against her hair. She hurt. Everywhere. In the constant motion of the medics around her she lay still and yet in a whirlwind. Until the wind stilled altogether and she let unconsciousness relieve the flames if only just for a little while.

[whumpberry-cookie]

Silent good intentions

(tw: death wish)

__________________

There's the underground organisation that focuses on freeing political prisoners from interrogations.

The thing is, their rules say the members can never ever show their faces during the missions. Or their voices. Or anything that could help indentifying them.

So when Whumpee's carried out of the prison, they instantly lose hope. Because their rescuers don't remove the blindfold. They don't reasure Whumpee. They don't explain where they are taking Whumpee.

And when Whumpee starts fighting, they silently tie them down to a table by legs and wrists.

Even tho new Caretaker tries to treat their wounds the gentlest they can, Whumpee still begs for death, thinking another interrogation is about to begin.

______________

After a long time healing Whumpee is allowed to move around the room. Tho their hands are still tied behind their back, so they don't try to remove the blindfold.

Caretaker feeds them by a spoon in silence.

"...Thank you"

Caretaker just pats their back in responce.

[anonfromcanada]

i need help finding a whump series!! from what i remember it was in a medieval type setting where whumpee had been kidnapped by the enemy and tortured "for information" when really the whumpers just enjoyed hurting him, and he was rescued by caretaker who had been sent to save him and they bond

i remember that after they start moving to get back to somewhere safe whumpee is left alone for too long and is kidnapped and sold, caretaker goes after them and finds whumper, finds out who he sold whumpee to and then kills whumper.

and thats all i remember. its driving me crazy that i cant find it and i would really appreciate some help if anyone recognizes this!!

[thewhumpcaretaker]

Dear Whumpee,

I have never craved power before. But now all I want is the power to save you. You, who are so strong, so brave, so deserving. If our roles were reversed, you would save me. But those who seek to destroy you are so powerful. Systems, monsters, leviathans. I am humbled by what you endure.

I don't know if I can do this. But if I can't, I will become someone who can. I will be who I need to be to free you. Your need, that's what defines who I am. I will tear apart my soul if I have to. The only person I want to be is the one who can save you. I am coming.

Love,

Caretaker

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

whump prompt 002

Whumpee has been convinced that Caretaker is dead or has moved on, so when Caretaker shows up to rescue them, they completely break down.

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee who save themselves instead of waiting for rescue. Whumpee who waits at home for caretaker to find because they didn't know where else to go or who to trust.

Caretaker, who just came home after a hopeless day of no leads for whumpee's disappearance to find them passed out on their couch.

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Caretaker picking an injured Whumpee up off the floor and pulling them into their lap, back against their chest.

Whumpee being semiconscious, only able to manage a groan as their head falls back against Caretaker’s shoulder.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

Finding a sad man, in much the same way that one would find a stray cat. The details vary. But usually, it’s in day-to-day life. I’m at a conference and he collapses in front of my booth. I’m at a bus stop and he’s standing next to me, trying to conceal his crying. I’m at the gym and he’s obviously working himself to exhaustion even though he has a fever. Or even darker scenarios - he’s severely injured, bleeding out, etc. I gently intervene to help. At first, I try to apologize for how wildly protective this is making me, I try to stay professional while explaining that this is causing major FEELINGS and that I’m not exactly…umm…normal about this situation. But he’s totally receptive. He confesses that he has no one in his life to look after him, that he has always wanted to be cared for and that he’s falling apart on his own. And it’s the start of a lifelong bond <3

For those interested, I recently started a set of reader insert one-shots about this!

Whump enjoyers! Reblog and share what your go-to whumpy fantasy/bedtime scenario/etc. is to daydream about (either your current go-to or your all time fave is good ^^)

[chaos-and-codeine]

June of Doom 2024

Day 9 - I made a mistake

OC’s: Dellan, Nate, Raine, Trey

Warnings: Gunshot wound mention, blood, blood loss, near passing out, general panic from the friends, medical help

Word count: 1147

Summary: Nate shows up at the facility a week early with a very injured Raine. Dellan is scared, Nate’s covered in Raine’s blood, and Trey is trying to save a life.

(Obviously this is my first original post, but I hope to introduce you more to these characters later! Just having fun with June of Doom for now!)

Dellan held his pistol towards the ground as he warily watched the small Toyota sedan wind up the drive. No one was due to come in tonight, much less an unregistered car of a visitor. There was never a call from the gate, so either they belonged there enough to have an all access code or they possibly didn’t belong there at all.

So there Dellan stood with his pistol at the ground, unsure whether he should be more or less ready for a fight than he was.

The car got close enough to see that there were at least two people in the front seats, but Dellan still couldn’t see into the back. The headlights burned into his eyes as the car bumped over the cracks on the final curve. Dellan cocked his head as he finally started to make out the silhouettes of his friends' faces. Friends that weren’t supposed to arrive back for at least another week.

“Help now, ask questions later,” Nate started speaking before he was fully out of the driver’s seat, circling around the front hood to the passenger side. He flung open the door to reveal the blood that the night and dirty windshield had yet hidden from Dellan.

“What happened?” Dellan finally managed to say, still trying to comprehend what was unfolding. Nate began to carefully pull the second person, soaked in red, from the car.

“I jacked up,” Raine said through a tight jaw. She put her right arm around Nate as he lifted her out, her other arm held against her, “a stupid mistake and I got made.”

Dellan could feel the urgency squeezing at his chest, but he was still grasping for something solid for his swirling mind. She was talking. She was alert enough to hang on to Nate’s shirt. That was good. She’s not unconscious. She’s not dead.

The amount of blood left on the leather seat brought the next wave of panic. Adrenaline. It could be adrenaline keeping Raine this alert. She might be worse off than it seems. She could be better off.

“Stop overthinking,” Nate kicked the car door shut as he swiveled with Raine in his arms. The slam of the metal made Dellan jump, looking at Nate before taking a shaky, but full, breath. He nodded and Nate started up the steps to the main entrance.

“Nate,” Raine’s voice was painfully soft, her grip loosening on the Nate’s shirt collar. He looked down at her as his pace increased even more.

“Stay awake, Raine. We’re almost there and then we’ll get you taken care of and then you can sleep,” Nate’s words ran together, a mixture of fear and exhaustion as he walked.

“Hurts too much,” Raine hissed, her eyes rolling, but not quite closing. Her eyebrows pulled together, a desperate plea for consciousness to stay a minute more.

Dellan jogged ahead of the pair, his shaking hands threatening to keep him from pressing the right code into the keypad. As if the doors were hesitating with him, they stayed silent for a moment before the click of unlocking echoed through the empty lobby.

Nate nodded his head in thanks as Dellan held open the door. He headed for the left hallway, towards the small trauma bay the facility held, and turned his head as they went, “When we get up there I need you to snap back into it. You’re like her brother; she needs you.”

“Okay,” Dellan squeaked back. He hated how much he was freezing up. He’d seen his fair share of blood. He’d inflicted his fair share of blows and taken enough himself, too. He’d even seen his own team members get hurt before, but this one hit different. Nate was right, they were like siblings. Dellan knew she needed him, but right now he was trembling because he needed her too.

“Okay,” Dellan said again more confidently. He had to shake himself off and get his mind to straighten out. He noticed the blood being trailed behind them and almost caved into himself again, but balled his hands into fist as he skipped ahead of Nate again. He shoved open the door, holding it as they turned into the second door labeled ‘medical’. The unfitting serenity of the empty hallways was replaced by an immediate chaos as they entered.

“What happened?” Trey’s chair hit the cabinet as he bolted up from the desk. He scrubs were wrinkled, a result of the previously relaxed evening. He shouted several names as he rushed toward Raine. Various people came out from where they’d been hanging out, not expecting any commotion. Any of the agents in the field weren’t due back for days and even then all the current jobs weren’t terribly risky.

“Shot twice at least forty minutes ago,” Nate said robotically. His face was pale as Trey motioned for him to set her down on the gurney being pushed up beside them. Raine’s face twisted and she groaned at the movement.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Nate apologized as he removed his arm from behind her.

“It’s good,” She told him, still not wanting anyone to feel bad. Her expression remained tight, showing visibly the growing pain.

“You’re awake?” Trey sounded astonished. He walked alongside the bed as it was briskly pushed toward a room to the left. His hand now replaced Raine’s own, holding pressure with sterile towels against the wounds. He could see her eyes open slightly, flitting between the ceiling and himself.

“Barely,” She said quietly, “Dellan?”

“Yeah,” Dellan’s voice cracked as he moved closer. He watched as the bed was pushed into a bright room and the wheels locked to still it in place. People were moving everywhere, but each one seemed to flow together without interfering with the next.

“I’ll be fine,” Raine was trying to tell Dellan that confidently, but he could hear the question in the statement. She was trying to convince herself too.

“You’re gonna be okay,” Dellan squeezed Raine’s hand as he pulled every ounce of his own confidence, or hope, from the pit of his stomach, “I’ll be right here when you wake up. Trey’s gonna fix you right up and you’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be right as rain.”

Dellan felt a hand on his elbow that gently pulled him towards the door. He let his hand slide off of Raine’s as he reluctantly backed up. He could see Raine’s face calm ever so slightly as the first drug got pushed in. And then the door was shut.

“She’s strong,” Nate said directly to Dellan.

“I know.” Dellan responded, looking back at his friend. He could see the amount of blood on his shirt and arms, some even on the pants now. He could tell Nate saw it too, but neither of them said anything about it. Dellan took a deep breath, “She’ll be right as rain.”

[the-northstar-collective]

Whumper teaching Whumpee not to flinch at anything.

Any sudden infliction of pain.

Any sudden loud noises.

Any sudden movement or touch.

Whumper taught Whumpee not to respond to anyone.

Any questions.

Any conversation starters.

Any comfort.

Caretaker and her team can't figure out what's wrong with Whumpee, Whumpee had earned himself a way with glaring. Nothing can stop him from just staring at the people around him.

She can't tell if its snarky defiance, or fear briddled with tears behind his glare. He's shaking.