The whumpee hadn’t been allowed to process what they’d gone through, they’d been in a leadership position before and they’d been thrust back into it after their rescue- they feel like they can’t just grieve because they’d be letting people down. The rest of the team don’t even realize that their leader is barely holding it together, as far as they know they’re as strong as ever.
CW: Torture aftermath, implied continued torture, implied past torture
“Just breathe.”
Leader exhaled a pained breath. It sounded almost like a quiet scream.
“You’ll be okay. I know— it hurts— but your wounds aren’t life threatening. They’re trying to hurt you, not kill you.”
“H-how… how do you kn-know—” Leader gasped as the pain came in a hot flash.
Youngest hesitated. “… You don’t need to worry about how I know right now. The important thing is to stay strong. You can’t break— you know you can’t.”
“It hu-hurts so much—” Leader whimpered.
Youngest gently started to run their fingers through Leaders hair, carefully working out the tangles. “You need to find something else to focus on— something to ground you. I won’t be there when they take you again, but for now, you can focus on me, okay? Listen to my voice. Can you feel my hands in your hair?”
“Mhm—” Leader squeezed their eyes shut, trying with all their might to block out the pain and focus on Youngest.
“That’s good. Try and just breathe, okay? In… and out… that’s good, like that.”
Youngest continued to stroke Leader’s hair for hours until they heard footsteps coming back to the cell.
“They’re coming back.” Youngest whispered to Leader.
Leader whimpered, squeezing their eyes shut so Youngest couldn’t see the fear in them.
“Don’t be afraid to scream. It’s better if they think they’re being successful. You just have to hold out until help gets here. They are coming. Don’t give up yet.”
Leader nodded a little and Youngest slid away from them.
“Remember to ground yourself when you can.” Youngest whispered, then said nothing else as Leader was dragged back out of the cell, already screaming.
Whumper is draining whumpee A of blood for an experiment; whumpee B steps in so whumper can take their blood instead
Whumper has been experimenting heavily on whumpee A; whumpee B sees that A is declining quickly and offers themself for whumper’s experiment
Heroes and villains:
Villain has kidnapped sidekick and is torturing him; hero takes sidekick’s place, knowing that sidekick can succeed him as hero
Sidekick saves hero from villain’s attack and gets gravely injured; hero snaps but has to decide between attacking villain and taking care of sidekick
Villain kidnaps civilian and threatens hero with civilian’s death; hero rescues civilian knowing that it’s all a trap and villain just wants hero dead
Supervillain orders villain to kill hero; villain makes the fatal choice to save hero instead
Immortality:
Whumpee becomes a royal bodyguard; when whumper kidnaps the royal to execute them, whumpee volunteers instead, but neither the royal nor whumper know that he’s immortal
Whumper threatens whumpee’s team; immortal whumpee makes a deal: whumper will kill him once for every team member that was saved; only whumpee knows that he can only come back to life a certain number of times
Magic/curses:
Inhuman whumpee has their scales/feathers/blood etc. harvested for a spell to find others like them; whumpee decides to kill themself so the magic won’t work
Whumpee has been cursed and is very sick; caretaker can’t bear to see whumpee suffer and manages to shift the curse so they’re the one dying instead
Team whump:
Whumpee is on the run with a team and for whatever reason their affiliation with the group puts everyone in extreme danger; whumpee gives themself up to whumper to protect everyone
Whumper gives whumpee an enchanted dagger, telling him that his soul is the only thing that will save his team; whumpee stabs himself to save everyone
When Whumper is negotiating with Whumpee’s team, they always have Whumpee kneeling silently next to their chair. They don’t reference their presence in any way, they just have them there as a reminder.
Hey guys can we get a non-human/hybrid whumpee who is literally the sweetest person you’ll ever meet about to be killed in front of their team because they’re seen as dangerous?
CW: captivity, ladywhump, past caning, wound-cleaning, justification of abuse by whumpee (not POV whumpee), implied noncon, slut-shaming.
Monday’s child is fair of face Tuesday’s child is full of grace Wednesday’s child is full of woe Thursday’s child has far to go Friday’s child is loving and giving Saturday’s child works hard for a living And the child that is born on the Sabbath day Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
It was Wednesday night or Thursday morning. Kate didn’t want to know. There was a clock on the far wall, over Sunday’s bed, and she’d been turned away from it all night. Instead, all she could see was Wednesday’s empty bed on her left, neatly made up, and beyond that the dim outlines of Lana and Zufira.
Behind her, Friday was waiting up for Wednesday’s return in the small halo of light from her bedside lamp, occasionally unwrapping and rewrapping bandages or rustling packets as she waited.
She had been a doctor, she said. She liked taking care of people and calming them down.
But she hadn’t waited up on Tuesday night and she wouldn’t explain why she was now, so Kate didn’t feel calmed, personally. Sunday had merely recited the stupid little rhyme painted on one of the walls, and that was all it took to shut Friday up. Loving and giving- except, of course, that she didn’t give up even a simple explanation without Sunday’s permission.
She had, at least, found a soothing cream for Kate’s hands after Kate had banged on the doors and walls and windows all of Monday night, despite everyone’s efforts to calm her. At least you got me out of my night, Lana had joked, and when Sunday glared up at her, she just ignored her.
It was what she tended to do, where Friday and Wednesday cowered and Saturday and Tuesday argued and bitched constantly. It didn’t matter, in the end- Sunday was in charge.
It was hard to even think of her as Penelope, when she fit into her role so happily. They weren’t allowed to talk about how they came here, but Lana had whispered that Sunday was the only one who had walked into the situation with her eyes open. For Lana herself, it had been her career threatened first, for a handful of dates, and now her family. They were in London, just hours away, and knew exactly where she was. Not like Saturday, missing and presumed dead, or Wednesday, who didn’t have anyone to look for her.
Kate had replied that the police would come for them soon, that people knew that she’d snuck into the house- and received only a look of pity in return.
