whumptober no.19: blood trail

Whumpee lying flat on their back, staring straight up with an increasingly vacant look in their eyes.

Recovering whumpee laying flat on their back, staring up vacantly up as they numbly relive the details of their experiences.

Bleeding whumpee laying flat on their back, staring vacantly up as they feel themselves losing more and more blood.

Beaten whumpee laying flat on their back, staring vacantly upwards as they realize that it's useless to try to keep going or fight back now.

Maybe somewhat predictably, I am a big fan of when a team goes into a high-stakes mission where failure of some degree is all but guaranteed, where there's basically no way that everyone is going to get out unscathed.

But something that might rival that for me is when it's a low-stakes, run-of-the-mill mission. An easy op, where no one is supposed to get hurt. And then it goes wrong--intel was bad, there are baddies they weren't expecting, or there's just a series of flukes that go the bad guys' way.

Whatever the case, no one sees it coming when one of their own gets badly injured. And they aren't equipped for it. There's no back up, no evacuation plan. The up-beat (maybe even playful) attitude the team had going into the op is all but shattered as they scramble to rescue one of their own, who's as confused as everyone else is worried about the blood that's pouring from their body. It's a sobering reminder that what they all do is always dangerous, even when they aren't going up against a big bad.

Whumpee awakens curled in the backseat in someone's arms.

They look down, their entire torso is drenched with blood.

They start to panic, but someone holds them tightly. "Shhh, shh sh, it's okay, go back to sleep. Close your eyes." Someone grabs a blanket and covers their chest with it.

"You're going to be fine, I got you. Go back to sleep... Please."

A hand brushes over their face and closes their eyes. Whumpee finds themselves doing what the voice tells them to.

He doesn’t even trust himself. He doesn’t even know his own feelings. He had to get hit by a bullet to figure out he cared about you. I know how I feel about you, and I am going to prove it.

I am an absolute sucker for the simple trope of whumpee on their knees, with their arms bound behind their back getting hit in the face and almost falling over before righting themself, coming back up with a bloody lip.

having a side wound is such slut behavior tbh. like damn your waist is looking pretty grabbable right now 👀 due to needing to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. but also other factors.

Rescue is on the wave way ! Continuation of this

I need to draw more pirate whump

“Perfect just perfect,” Whumper cooed, their heavy boots sounding as they circled Whumpee.

All Whumpee could manage was a small whimper, the blood had already dried, matting their hair. The bloodied crust that had stopped falling down their cheek just remaining, mixed with dried teartracks. Their chest hitched with each sob, eyes burning as they stared at the floor through tears.

Pain. Nothing but pain.

He didn’t realise what capture meant for his friend. For his never-smiling, always-glaring friend. His friend hid the fear so well. Hid it with sarcasm and long, trailing curses until their captor threatened to gag them.

When his friend spat in their captor’s face and was dragged away, he called out: “You can’t hurt them.”

And he believed it. They were iron-forged.

His friend didn’t come back for hours. Sometimes he could hear screams. Staccato, broken off screams, like they’d been cut off with a sharp blow.

When his friend was dropped to the cell floor—crimson hand-shaped smears left behind— the world snapped beneath his feet.

His friend couldn’t be—

That couldn’t be his friend.

Shoulders shaking as they sobbed? Their glare replaced with terror? No. No no nono—

Their captor came back for his friend. This time, he lunged against the chains. “Don’t fucking touch them!”

The screams came faster this time, dragging on and on and on.

He thought, if he could, he’d rip his ears off. If only to stop the screaming.

The bleeding screams. Open-mouthed horror. Why were the walls so thin?

His friend was kicked into the cell and they collapsed almost instantly. They didn’t move.

It was a long, quiet night.

In the morning, their captor laughed as they grabbed the bleeding shape that was their friend.

He spat the words out. “Coward! Take me instead!”

Serenity - Simon Whump

You know that trope where someone’s injured and lying on the floor unable to move and their friend/lover/family member is standing over them battered and bloodied like, you will not touch them. You’ll have to go through me?

That. That is a good™️ trope.

“please just- just let me hold them-“

“no.”

whumpee; whimpering and curled up on the other end of the cell, their chains clink as they shake and cry, body raw and bleeding from the hours of torture. caretaker’s heart clenches, wrists sore from thrashing against their own bonds at every scream and cry of their beloved whumpee.

“please- i’ll take whatever p-punishment you want.. just let me hold them..” their voice cracks, eyes watering as their whumpee weakly calls out for them.

“hm.” their hope is dwindling, but alas, whumper removes their shackles, dragging whumpee by a blood soaked collar and unceremoniously dropping them before their feet. caretaker scrambles to scoop them up, settle them in their lap and running a hand through sweat soaked hair. “get on your knees.”

caretaker swallows, but complies, shifting whumpee’s body as they shuffle to their knees.

“one minute, one hit. understood?”

caretaker thinks it’s worth it, the agony that strikes through their skin, as whumpee’s sobs die down with their bruised face pressed into the crook of caretaker’s neck.

picture this-

whumpee cowering in the corner of a cement basement. Blood starting to pile beneath them, they cradle the injured parts of themselves. Footsteps are heard from outside the door.

Whumpee closes their eyes and prays. Silent sobs fall from their face. Cause they know- they know what happens when that door opens.