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“We’ll make it alright to come undone.”

Touch | Flashbacks | Scalding

Whumpee leaned against the fence, looking out at the rising sun, looking out at the way the sun’s glow painted the sky around it in a faint orangish-yellow hue. The cool morning breeze gently swept through their hair, slightly ruffling their clothes.

They raised their left hand up to their neck, up to where a jagged scar around said neck replaced the shock collar that used to be there. Hesitantly, they grazed their hand against it.

It felt odd. Being able to touch their neck with their fingers, and not feel the cool metal grinding onto their skin. It felt odd.

Whumpee sucked in a breath as they remembered back to everything that happened to them. How they never had a single moment of brevity, even in the place they were meant to call “home”, the way how Whumper would look at them lovingly, the way that made their stomach churn, the way they would still sometimes feel the aftertastes of the shocks that would randomly go through their body without warning for every small little slight they dared–

“Whumpee?” A voice behind them called out. Whumpee jolted and turned around only to see Friend. She was still wearing her fluffy matching pajama shirt and sweatpants, only now she was wearing a wooly sweater and pair of slippers. Friend let out a breath before walking over next to Whumpee.

“There you are. Was gonna call for an emergency meeting back at base,” she said. Whumpee looked away, suddenly no longer able to take the blinding light of the sunrise.

“I’m fine. Just wanted some fresh air,” Whumpee mumbled. They heard Friend let out a hum before falling into silence. The only thing left between the two being the mourning birds singing and the wind whistling its morning tune.

“...Can I touch it?” Friend quietly asked.

“What?” 

“Can I touch it? Your…scar,” Friend explained. Whumpee managed to force their eyes to meet Friend’s. Her expression was unreadable. Whumpee licked their lips.

“...Sure,” was all Whumpee could say. They looked away again, yet exposed their neck. After a few tense seconds they felt Friend’s warm fingers on their neck. It felt odd, how soft and careful she was being.

“...I still get them,” Whumpee started.

“Hm?”

“I still get like…I don’t know…uh, flashbacks, nightmares–I don’t know–about what Whumper did to me,” The words tumbled out of their mouth. They don’t know why they were telling Friend this. Why were they telling Friend this?

If Friend responded, Whumpee didn’t hear her. They felt her fingers leave their neck.

“Well. Your scar’s healing. So,” Whumpee felt Friend nudge them with her shoulder, “one step at a time.”

Whumpee didn’t say anything. They heard the fence creak as Friend leaned back up straight.

“You wanna head inside now? It’s cold as hell out here and I’m pretty sure the rest of the team’s making some killer pancakes,” Friend said, her demeanor lighter. Whumpee couldn’t look her in the eye, but they did faintly smile. The team’s pancakes were always pretty good. Nice and warm.

“Sure, yeah,” Whumpee mirrored Friend’s actions before walking besides her towards the team’s base.

my humble post in question currently:

oooo this is a bit of a hard question but most of the whumpy stuff I enjoy are fanfics lol. But! I do have some official media that I find whumpy and enjoyable. Some examples being some episodes of Voltron: Legendary Defenders and the book The Outsiders.

“because your sick, my sweet, dear whumpee,” whumper answered in that sweet sugary tone of their’s. Whumpee shuddered.

“but I’m not sick. I’m fine! I’ve been fine for the past few weeks!” Whumpee argued. Whumper just looked at them with pity in their eyes and clicked their tongue.

“oh you poor thing…you are sick. You just don’t know it,” Whumper let go of whumpee’s chin before slowly getting up, looking down at them with sickeningly loving eyes.

after it’s all over, the moment they lie down in their bed they’re out like a light, and it usually takes caretaker several attempts to even get a reaction out of them when they fall asleep.

occasionally they’ll wake up and get out of bed, but that’s only when they need to eat, bathe, or use the bathroom. And even then caretaker usually has to help feed them, bathe them, or make sure they don’t pass out on their way to the whenever they’re walking around.

“no.”

“whumpee.”

“I said no!”

vampire!caretaker let out an exasperated growl and their shoulders drooped as they rolled their eyes. Ever since they had turned whumpee, they had tried to get them to drink their blood. But whumpee, the stubborn bastard, just would. Not. Take it.

“whumpee,” they tried again, mustering up the rest of their remaining patience, “you need to drink some of blood. You will continue to get weaker if you don’t.”

whumpee peaked their head out from their pile of pillows before narrowing their eyes and retreating their face back into their pillows with a small huff.

that was caretaker’s breaking point. Without another word, they sank their teeth into their own wrist, drawing blood. They then grabbed whumpee’s face, yanking them up right. They nearly reconsidered what they were about to do, seeing the scared, bewildered look on whumpee’s face, but they knew this was something they had to do.

they shoved their bleeding wrist in whumpee’s face, “drink. Now.” Whumpee let out what almost sounded like a whine before wrestling their head away. Caretaker seemed almost sympathetic for a second, they knew why whumpee was acting this way. It was also hard for them to come to terms with the fact that they’d have to drink blood after they turned.

but this was the only way to keep whumpee alive. And it wasn’t like whumpee was giving them many other options.

caretaker forced whumpee to look at them again before letting go of their face and placing their hand on the back of whumpee’s head. Without another word, caretaker forced whumpee’s face close to their bleeding wrist, forcing them to taken in the scent of their blood.

whumpee shut their eyes tight, tried to force their head away once more, tried to ignore the overwhelming stench of blood flooding their nostrils. But they couldn’t. And before they even knew it, their newly born instincts took over, and they bit their sore fangs into caretaker’s wrist, finally giving in and hungrily drinking their blood.

caretaker didn’t even flinch when whumpee bit them. In fact, they were relieved. Finally. Finally, they were drinking blood. Caretaker sighed before slowly and rhythmically petting whumpee’s head.

“that’s a good fledgling,” caretaker breathed.

later that day, caretaker carefully tucked whumpee back into their bed after they drank a sufficient amount of blood.

as they walked out of the room, they tried to ignore the heavy feeling in their chest as they remembered the regretful tears pricking whumpee’s eyes as they drank caretaker’s blood.