#multiple whumpee

Caretaker showed up to collect whumpee, however they feel guilty leaving the place without grabbing the others that whumpee happened to amongst

Caretaker showing up on scene, only to have to pry whumpee off another

Other whumpee(s) waiting for whumper to finish off with one of them. As soon as whumpee is dropped lazily into the room, and whumper is gone, they crowd around whumpee ready to do everything they can to make this better for each other.

Caretaker looking into whumpee’s cell, only to have to pick them out of a terrible looking group

Whumpees having no caretaker but each other. (And then they become found family)

Whumpees becoming protective over each other after recovering. 

Whumpees waking up in care, and looking around to make sure every single one of them is present. The look of relief on each other’s faces when they realize everyone has made it. Maybe they all joke and laugh despite still being confined to bedridden ways.

Whumpees calling out for another whumpee’s name, or another whumpee’s help

Whumper beginning to underestimate the group of whumpees, until it’s way too late, and they jump him

Caretaker going to rescue whumpee, only for other whumpee(s) to stand in their way, nearly growling as they tell Caretaker to stay back from their friend

Hehe lemme know what you think!🐈‍⬛💜💜

Ooh this is awesome. I love it. So, here, have my try <3

The Show

• Masterlist •

Warnings: Public torture, humiliation, forced to watch, restrains, multiple whumpees, mentioned execution, mentioned past torture, open ending.

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

Fear was hardening their every muscle, their hands behind the stretching the metal cuffs digging into their skin. But the source of fear wasn't about the execution scheduled.

It was about the two lifes they were locked up with, and many more they were going to leave behind.

A part of them told that this was a sacrifice. The much needed trigger to finally make the public know about the torment people lived through outside of the capital. But that part was also angry that the people were too blind to see, blind enough to come and watch their execution like watching a movie.

That part was being overwhelmed by their grief. Grief of many deaths at the hand of the government.

All of that was still not enough to take over their fear.

chris has just found out that being able to see isn't very great when you're in derwyn's lab!!

This Whumpee has been living inside my head for the past three days and I had to take him out.

CW: pet whump, favoritism, used as furniture, kidnapping mention.

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Whumpee was kneeling quietly in the corner as ordered, he had his head low as he should, but he couldn't help but watch Whumper from the corner of his eye.

Whumper was lazily sitting on the couch, watching something on TV that Whumpee wasn't allowed to look at, her pet was laying by her side —on the furniture that Whumpee isn't allowed as much as touching— it had its head on her lap, feeling her fingers running through its hair.

Whumpee bit his inner cheeks to avoid crying, of course he can't have this much comfort, he isn't a proper pet, well, he isn't a pet at all. Different from the pet Whumper pamper on so much Whumpee wasn't brought by money, he didn't arrive trained and behaved. He was kidnapped and broken, trained by Whumper herself. He wished he could have broken sooner, maybe Whumper wouldn't be as cruel then, maybe she would praise him at least once.

"Mutt, come," Whumper ordered and he obeyed in a heartbeat, he knew what was expected of him —he knew what would happen if he failed—. Be quiet. Must stay still on all fours so Whumper could rest her feet on his back, must keep his eyes closed not to watch what is on TV. He isn't worth it.

Whumper didn't spear him any more words, so he just focused on hearing. The pet was getting ready to sleep comfortably, the movie ended and Whumper put another one right after, she praised the pet for "how cute" it looked when sleepy.

I can't envy it. Whumpee told himself, he can't have what it has; he isn't a pet. He is so much less than one.

Hello, here's my very late contribution for day 26 of Whumptober 2025, for the prompt “relapse". It's OC whump.

Captivity, multiple whumpees, teen whumpees and one adult whumpee, parental/possessive whumper, child abuse, magical exhaustion, carewhumper, blood and broken bones but nothing really graphic. Check the tags just in case and you should be good! And I will make a post about lore one day (i'm going to add this at every post and never do it).

API (5 MONTHS, 1 WEEK AND 4 DAYS)

Hélios hasn’t let him use his magic since the symptoms of magical exhaustion worsened to the point they could no longer be ignored. When the fatigue turned into nosebleeds, dizziness, and loss of appetite, Hélios firmly announced that Api wouldn’t be healing anyone with magic for the foreseeable future. It’s both good and bad news. Good, because Hélios has been careful not to punish them as harshly as he sometimes used to, especially Loan. Bad, because when they get hurt, they often have to settle for minimal treatment and endure the discomfort of injuries healing at a normal pace. After his “unacceptable proposal” in Hélios’s bed, Api had bruises for weeks. At least Hélios allowed him to heal his ribs once he realized they were really impairing Api, though it took hours of arguing about his own fucking health.

On the bright side, he’s been granted short periods without the nullifier bracelet, which have helped him rebuild some of his energy reserves. Those moments are always under close supervision, but by now, that’s nothing new. As long as he gets to feel the warmth of his power without instantly draining it, Api doesn’t care about Hélios hovering over him.

Anyway, the symptoms have greatly subsided. Api feels less lethargic, eats more, and looks visibly healthier. Plus, there’s the obvious perk of no longer bleeding unexpectedly on his shirts.

So when Loan suddenly drops to the floor with a loud gurgle of pain, jaw slack, Api jumps to his feet immediately. Hélios only shoved him, but the kid tripped over the rug and fell chin-first into the heavy wooden coffee table. To the left, Justine and Lucien both let out nearly identical gasps of panic.

“Step back, kids,” the healer orders quickly.

Loan scrambles backward, pupils wide with fear. Hélios looks at him with a vague expression of worry.

“Loan, it’s me,” Api reassures him softly.

The boy tries to speak, but tears of pain immediately well up in his eyes. He lets out another choked sound, flinching hard when Api puts a hand on his shoulder. Api winces but keeps his tone gentle. Blood-streaked saliva dribbles from the corner of Loan’s mouth.

“Api,” Hélios says, crouching beside him. “Api, I-I didn’t mean-”

“I think he fractured his jaw,” Api cuts in, letting Loan go. “Please, take off my bracelet, I can check-”

“Api, you’re still recovering-”

“If his jaw’s broken, he won’t be able to eat or talk, and the chances of it healing wrong are incredibly high. Please, I’m fine. My magic reserves are good. Let me take care of him.”

Hélios hesitates, glancing between Api and the boy curled up on the floor, mouth open, clearly in distress, eyes full of pain and fear, then nods.

“You know the rules,” he says, unlocking the bracelet from Api’s wrist.

“Yes, yes. I won’t do anything,” Api promises, distracted by the rush of power surging through him. Magic hums warmly in his veins, making his fingertips tingle.

“Are your energy levels stable enough? Heal only what’s necessary. I’ll give him painkillers. Kids, don’t bother Api or your brother. Do you need anything, Api?”

“A towel. Go grab a towel, please.”

Justine bolts to the bathroom. Lucien stays frozen, eyes wide, paralyzed. Api doesn’t push him. He’s probably completely shut down already with everything he had to go through during the last days, and with already one teenager injured and panicked, Api doesn’t want to risk giving Hélios another target.

He rests a gentle hand on Loan’s shoulder. The boy flinches again, eyes full of tears, but doesn’t pull away.

“Loan,” Api says softly. “Don’t move, okay? I just need to make a check-up so I can heal you.”

He raises a hand, passing it slowly over the already-swollen jaw. Closed fracture, indeed. Clean, thank goodness, and by some kind of miracle none of the teeth have been dislodged. A bit loosened, yes, but still in place in their teeth sockets. Easy enough to fix.

Beside him, Hélios watches with visible worry, clearly unsettled by the injury his move caused.

He ordered Api to heal only the minimum. But Api knows how painful and inconvenient this kind of fracture can be. Loan has suffered enough as it is. He feels well enough to handle it.

He takes the towel from Justine and unfolds it on Loan’s lap to catch the saliva and any blood he might drain to reduce the swelling.

Api lets his power flow, murmuring softly to soothe the boy. He dulls the pain until it’s almost gone, eases the swelling by draining a bit of blood, then carefully realigns the bone and begins to fuse it back together. He’s already a little tired, but nothing alarming. Instead of stopping there, he keeps going, healing more thoroughly, reducing the swelling and pain further, carefully consolidating the bone callus, absorbed in his task. He’ll do as much as he can before Hélios notices.

He ignores the slight blur in his vision. He’s tired, but he’s been through worse.

He’s nearly finished when Hélios suddenly grabs his shoulder and yanks him backward.

“Api, that’s enough!”

Panting lightly, Api snaps out of it and stops the flow of magic. His head spins. He blinks, trying to clear his vision. Damn it. He pushed himself further than he thought. His reserves must have been lower than he realized.

“I told you to save your energy,” Hélios scolds, digging his fingers painfully into his shoulder.

“I got carried away, sorry,” Api stammers.

Loan moves his jaw a little, testing the spot that had been so painful just moments ago. The swelling and bruising are completely gone, and he doesn’t seem to have any trouble speaking or closing his mouth.

“I barely feel it now,” he says.

Hélios looks more annoyed than anything but doesn’t comment. Loan opens his mouth again, eyes suddenly widening.

“Api, you’re bleeding!”

Api blinks, confused, until he feels something warm trickling under his nose. He wipes at it absentmindedly and glances down at his hand. Blood stains his fingers.

Oh, great.

He really doesn’t feel good. He’s cold and a little dizzy.

What an idiot…

He sways, stumbling, but Hélios catches him before he falls. Dazed, Api has no choice but to lean against him.

“Dad,” Justine whispers.

He can’t see her, but her voice is full of fear. He can’t leave her like that, scared like that. He…

“Lucien, go get me some water,” Hélios orders. “Justine, Loan, get off the couch and grab another towel.”

He helps Api sit down on the couch, forcing him to lean forward.

“Stay like that. And press this on your nose,” Hélios adds, shoving the new towel into his hands as soon as the kid brings it back. Api obeys, shivering violently. Hélios bends down, grabs a blanket, and drapes it around his shoulders.

“Always overdoing it,” Hélios mutters. “You were finally getting better… Do you like putting yourself in this state?”

“Jaw fractures…” Api starts out of reflex.

“No. Stop. I don’t want to hear it. You had one rule, for your own good, and you couldn’t even manage that.”

“That’s a bit hypocritical, considering it’s your fault he had to heal me,” Loan mutters.

“How is this my fault?!” Hélios snaps immediately. “If you actually thought before you acted, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“Yeah, sure,” Loan says flatly. “If that helps you sleep at night. Maybe close the curtains? Api’s eyes are watering,” he adds before Hélios can respond.

“It’s fine,” Api whispers. “Just… photosensitivity. Comes with the dizziness.”

“Hm,” Hélios hums. “Loan, instead of sulking, make yourself useful and do it.”

The teenager obeys without protest. The dimmer light eases the pounding in Api’s skull a little.

“Justine, go boil some water, sweetheart. I’ll make you some tea,” Hélios announces to him. “And you’re spending the rest of the afternoon without the bracelet, resting. Understood?”

“Yes,” Api agrees quietly.

“Good.”

Hélios lets him lift his head just enough to take a sip from the glass of water Lucien has brought. Api meets the worried gazes of the two youngest. His daughter sits on the rug, her knees pulled to her chest. Lucien stands nearby, twisting the fabric of his shirt in his hands. Both look frightened. Api gives them a small, reassuring smile.

“Alright. The bleeding’s already slowing down. Lie down, Api.”

Hélios lets him settle down on the couch, then tosses the blanket over him, making sure he’s warm and comfortable. He sets the cup of tea on the table when it’s done, then reaches over to remove Api’s glasses. The healer protests weakly.

“You don’t need them. I want you to rest. I’ll leave them here on the table, within reach. Don’t do anything stupid, just sleep. Kids, you can stay in the room if you’re quiet and don’t bother Api, okay?”

A chorus of soft whispers answers him. Api closes his eyes. The migraine roars behind them, and he feels completely drained. The warmth of his magic is gone, leaving only a faint whisper lost somewhere in a frozen desert. He’s too exhausted to argue.