#whump starter

“You’ve been such a good pet lately,” Whumper tells them with a smile. “You deserve a treat.”

Whumpee knows there’s an ulterior motive behind this. There’s never not, so they’re sure there’ll be a price to pay or punishment to follow. However, they’re too hungry to do anything but start scarfing down all the food they can.

They start shoveling in everything they’ve been denied for so long. Roasted vegetables, and slow cooked meats, and pillowy breads, and cheesy potatoes, all of it rich and warm and beautifully seasoned, and just for one moment, they almost feel like a person again.

But it’s just a few short minutes before their stomach starts to painfully reject the mass of barely chewed food.

At first, they suspect it’s poison. Another cruel trick played by Whumper.

It will only be later, as they hold their shuddering body in the night, that they will realize it is only because their own stomach does not remember what it’s like to eat properly.

In the moment, Whumper is left standing over Whumpee, doubled over beside their own sick, tutting with a tone of mock sympathy.

[morally gray / villain oc preferred]

Your eyes opened widely, quickly realizing only how cold you were. The thick rope around your arms was the most warmth you had.

The room around you was tiled and dark. Lit only by the crack between the stone door and the flooring.

A door which soon swings open, a well dressed man walking out. He makes no look at you, only silently reaching into his coat. He had a notepad in there, with all the information he’d collected on you. and why you were the one who deserved this.

"Are you okay?"

"Answer me."

"Please answer me."

"Do I need to call for help?"

"Are you breathing?"

"They're not breathing."

"Help, someone, please."

"You need to get help."

"Can someone help me."

"I have you."

"Please wake up."

"Please, please, please."

"Promise me you're going to get better."

"I promised I'd keep you safe."

"I didn't meant to let you down."

"You need to wake up."

"Wake up for me."

"Please."

"Please hang on."

"Help's coming."

Normally ‘anger’ isn’t an emotion Chongyun likes to feel. But, standing on the very edges of Liyue, Chongyun is angry. With their claymore chipped, food supplies low, it would be a very long trek back home for a pointless domain clearing anyway. It’s not their fault two abyss mages and whopperflowers had ambushed him.

Whumpee hates being touched for the first few days after their rescue. During their ordeal, there were constantly hands on them, poking, prodding, and hurting in more ways than one. 

Hands to Whumpee mean hurt. Hands mean pain. Hands mean that something terrible is about to begin. 

And the memories don’t discriminate. It doesn’t matter if it was a doctor that was trying to heal, or Whumpee’s longtime significant other, who’s touches usually calm Whumpee. 

Hands to Whumpee mean hurt. Hands mean pain. Hands mean that something terrible is about to begin.

So Caretaker gets creative. Caretaker talks to Whumpee with a calm, soothing voice, cooks for them, gets them blankets when they’re cold, and above all, makes sure Whumpee is never alone. 

"No, you're not. You're injured."

"I'm not. C, does this look okay to you?" A turned to their other friend to support their case, motioning to their supposed injury.

taking scaramouche to dragonspine at night probabably wasn’t the best idea. it’s especially cold under the night sky, and chongyun doesn’t really have anything on him to light fires, nor did it occur to them to ask scaramouche if he had anything. this all would’ve been fine, had a lawachurl not run at the pair, knocking them over.

unfortunately for chongyun, he’s knocked right into the icy waters right below where the couple had been walking. shock hits chongyun almost instantly, and he’s freezing in place, unable to do much more than tread water.

He really should’ve brought more first aid supplies. Not that they’d do much against a definite broken ankle, but it’s the stray thought that counts. Chongyun’s resting against a tree, leg stretched out in front of them as they use their last popsicle to try and ease the pain and swelling. The melted stickiness against his shoe and ankle doesn’t feel great, but it’s better than nothing.

He’s not alone, either. Chongyun can see a familiar face not too far from his spot, so he just nods at her. “Hello again,” they mumble. “I’ll leave shortly.”