#magic caretaker

Hi Anon! Sure, I can write this for you! Here you go!

A Royal Pain

Whumpee swung their sword over and over again at the wooden targets. Caretaker looked on with growing worry. Ever since they had been rescued, Whumpee had been overdoing it on the training field. They practiced day and night, barely stopping for meals and definitely not stopping for sleep. They carried their sword everywhere they went, and they had started to drag it across the ground in a fashion most unlike them. Whumpee had always taken good care of their things, soit was increasingly concerning to see them handling their weapon in such a way.

“Whumpee-”

The blade held inches from their nose had Caretaker throwing their hands up in surrender. Whumpee stared through bloodshot eyes, a look of tired determination on their face. It took them far too long to recognize the court mage and their best friend. When they did, they lowered their weapon with a harsh clang against the ground.

“Caretaker,” Whumpee panted, “you mustn’t sneak up on me like that.”

Caretaker hadn’t been trying to sneak up on them at all. In fact, they were trying to make their approaching movements as obvious as possible so as not to alarm them. So much for that.

“I’m sorry,” Caretaker said, “it’s just… I’m worried about you.”

“I suppose you would be,” Whumpee sighed, “considering how easily I was taken. I won’t disappoint you again, I’m making sure of it.”

Whumpee went back to slashing at the targets. They were missing almost every swing. Whumpee, the most skilled swordfighter in the kingdom, hitting less marks than a novice. Caretaker shook their head.

“No one is disappointed in you, Whumpee,” they said, “you’ve been at this all day, why don’t you take a short break and come inside with me? Chef is making your favorite I’m told.”

Chef had been making Whumpee’s favorite meal for the last three days in a row, in hopes that it would entice them to settle down. Whumpee gave Caretaker the same answer they had been giving everyone else.

“Later. I just need more time.”

The incantation grew ever-present in Caretaker’s mind. They had been debating for some time whether to use it. The larger part of them said Whumpee desperately needed the rest, but the annoyingly noble part of them mentioned the slight drawback that Whumpee would feel terribly betrayed when they woke up…

Caretaker shoved their troublesome gallantry down. This was no time to be trustworthy. They mumbled the incantation, performing the appropriate hand movements from inside their robes.

“Sleep,” Caretaker whispered.

Whumpee turned slowly, holding their hand to their head and dropping their weapon entirely.

“Caretaker?”

“Yes, Whumpee?” Caretaker kept their tone light and casual.

“I… did you do something?”

Whumpee took a wobbly step forward. Caretaker closed the distance between them and caught them before they could fall.

“Only what I had to,” Caretaker admitted.

Whumpee’s eyes were starting to flutter, their body going limp in Caretaker’s hold. Everytime their eyelids drooped closed, Whumpee forced them back open. Strong-willed, the king and queen would say, though Caretaker preferred the term, “bullheaded”.

“Don’t fight it,” Caretaker huffed, “you’re not going to win.”

Whumpee’s breathing deepened as their body finally succumbed to Caretaker’s spell. Caretaker summoned two guards to help carry them back inside.

“Their highness requires constant supervision,” Caretaker said, “let me know the moment they wake up.”

“Yes, Caretaker,” the first guard said.

“And inform Chef that Whumpee will in fact be eating this evening.”

“Very good, Caretaker,” the other guard said, “that ought to lift Chef’s spirits considerably.”

Caretaker went to tell the king and queen that Whumpee was finally resting. Their majesties wouldn’t mind that they had taken some magical liberties to get them there.

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magic whumpee kidnapped and experimented on by whumper. whumpee has magic in their very blood, and whumper wants to know how it works. they purposefully antagonize the whumpee to test how their magic responds to emotions, particularly stress.

whumpee is poked and prodded with needles, their blood stolen from them. their body cut open so whumper can try to understand how the magic flows through their body.

whumper gives whumpee something/uses their magic to keep whumpee asleep, because whumper's primary objective is science, not torture. but when whumper realizes that whumpee's magic is dormant if they're unconscious, whumper has little to no qualms about experimenting on a conscious whumpee.

if whumper gets tired of whumpee's screaming, they simply cast a silence spell over them. then adds more restraints to keep whumpee from moving.

when whumper isn't experimenting on them, whumpee is kept in a cold, dark room, chained to the wall. they are given the bare minimum of sustenance, in the form of a small magic pill that keeps them fed. and that whumper forces down whumpee's throat.

then, one day, while whumpee is lying on the table, they think they hear someone. someone besides whumper. and whumper notices, too. whumper leaves whumpee on the table with their body cut open, to go deal with the intruders.

except whumper never returns. whumpee hears the fight somewhere in the building. they think they recognize caretaker's voice.

and then caretaker runs into the lab.

"gods," caretaker's tough exterior breaks down as they sob.

whumpee is too in shock to move their body, but their eyes meet caretaker's. caretaker has never seen such fear.

"i've got you baby," caretaker mutters, focusing all of their energy into healing the gaping wound. gentle yellow light shines from caretaker's palms, and with focus, the wound begins to stitch itself together.

whumpee whimpers, and caretaker says "i know, i know, I'm sorry baby, i'll make it as quick as i can," and one of their hands finds whumpee's own.

caretaker's magic isn't enough to fully heal the wound, but it's enough to get whumpee stable. caretaker sheds their cloak to cover whumpee's still naked body. they've seen whumpee's body before, but right now, whumpee deserves some privacy.

then, caretaker finally works on the restraits. one by one, caretaker yanks the leather straps off, and finally, finally, caretaker picks up whumpee from the table, heading straight for the exit.

"whumper's dead," team leader says, catching up with caretaker. "how's whumpee?"

"stable, for now."

"let's get going, i'll treat them once we're safe" medic says.

whumpee can barely process that any of this is happening, but they're in caretaker's arm now. they know it's real. they know caretaker (and team leader and medic) will keep them safe.

Prompt: “Sleep”

Oh the simplicity of this yet you can build so much from it, I feel like I should do something extra whumpy but lets get fluffy.

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Sleep (A “The sacred theodicy” side story)

TW: Nightmare

Tagging: @whumpmasinjuly, @whumping-out-of-time, @badluck990

“M- Master.” Olvon gently poked Dr. Hall awake. “I had a nightmare.” Olvon fiddled with their large sheep plush at Dr. Hall’s bedside. “C- can I sleep here?”

“sure, get in.” Dr. hall was only half awake but he understood that Olvon would deteriorate if left alone in this state.

In the morning Olvon came to the kitchen to see Dr. Hall making breakfast, the scent of bacon and coffee was heavy in the air, Olvon knew that the meal would be ready soon so they did their normal morning routine; set the table, feed Bunbun, brush their hair, and wash their face, as soon astthey were finished they saw that breakfast was served; pancakes, bacon, and orange juice for Olvon.

“So would you like to talk about your nightmare last night?” Dr. hall took a sip of his coffee. “Or should I just drop the subject?”

“N- no, no I’ll talk Master.” Olvon looked away from Dr. Hall in shame. “It’s my family.” Olvon began to fiddle with their shirt, unknowingly spreading some syrup onto it. “I- I just worry if they find me.”

“Any reason why?” Dr. Hall didn’t want to cause Olvon discomfort but also wished too help.

“If I ever see them, I just don’t think I can be with them.” Tears started to well in his eyes. “I just can’t do what they want.” Olvon was crying, lip pouted, barely able to be coherent. “I’m a broken demon.”

“Hey, hey, hey it’s alright, you don’t owe them anything anymore, as long as I’m here you’re safe.” Dr. Hallwalked around the table to hug Olvon, they gripped Dr. Hall and wept into his chest. “I’ll make you something so those pesky nightmares won’t ever hurt you again.” Dr. Hall petted Olvon’s head while they let everything out.

Later Dr, Hall came into Olvon’s room where they were playing with Bunbun, he gave Olvon a ring filled with string, beads, and feathers hung off of it.

“I did some research and this should get rid of those nasty nightmares, it’s called a dream catcher, you hang it above your bed.” Dr. Hall pinned it above Olvon’s bed. “And it snatches those nasty nightmares.”