#famous whumpee

[whumpwillow]

Famous whumpee collapsing on stage from exhaustion

[whumperofworlds]

A famous Whumpee gets stalked by an obsessed fan. They mentioned this to their friends, worried over this, but their friends, Caretaker especially, just said, "You're famous, of course that happens. They won't do anything, I promise."

Then Whumpee goes missing suddenly. Cue the guilt from their friends and Caretaker as Caretaker goes absolutely feral looking for Whumpee. They knew who was the reason why Whumpee went missing, and they need to find some leads on who this "fan" was.

[whumpingisfun]

I kind of want to explore a whump verse where the whumper like. Televises the whumpee’s suffering on the black markets and people vote for what torment the whumpee goes through next with the whumper getting final say on if the winning idea goes through.

And then eventually whumpee gets free. But the videos are still out there and the news breaks that they’re the whumpee despite the detectives and police trying to keep whumpee’s involvement secret. They’re the one the videos are all about. And even though Whumper is gone. The public never lets Whumpee forget.

[stoic-whumpee]

Ooh, for the song prompt thing, I've had this song stuck in my head. I think it'd make for some interesting prompts?

It's called Poor George by James Supercave

Heya, thanks for the song :D

Famous/Celebrity Whumper and Whumpee whose "activities" are broadcasted for public entertainment.

Celebrity Whumpee turned Whumper whose pain and suffering were broadcast as entertainment. Until one day, they decide that if the audience wants a show, Whumpee will give it them.

Whumper who is a celebrity (not as a Whumper, just an ordinary celebrity), who slowly lets their fame and pride gets into their head and starts using their influence and social power to get away with Whumping.

[cepheusgalaxy]

I've talked about, like, Whumpees who learn art in recovery to cope but then another thought crossed my mind:

Whumpees whose artistic skill was the reason why they are whumped for

Not as in, "oh nice songbird gonna keep it and force it to sing for me", but more as in, "this little pal sings so well, what a shame nobody is using that correctly" and proceeds to exploit whumpee in public shows until they're drained and forces them to keep going 🥰🥰

[whumpsandbumps]

Ma I made it.

(I have not)

(It was mainly boops)

ALSO I WAS GONNA TRY WRITE SOME GENLOSS WHUMP IS ANY OF YALL ARE INTERESTED?!

[killacharacterbingo]

Famous Last Words

"Famous last words" is a phrase with two meanings. Under its most literal definition, they are the final words someone spoke before dying, which became famous for some reason. For example, Queen Elizabeth I of England's last words were: "All my possessions for a moment of time." This quote later gained relative notoriety for its implications about living in the moment and making good use of one's time, as the next breath isn't guaranteed for anyone. As such, they were someone's last words which became famous, ergo famous last words.

A less exact interpreatation is the second. The idiom can also refer to something which is proven wrong very shortly after being stated. For example, if someone says "I think we're going to be alright!" after a battle, and immediately after uttering that uplifting sentence the second horde of enemies appears, that sentence would be considered famous last words. They aren't literally the final words someone speaks, as in the first definition, but it's a common use of the phrase as well.

Characters dying and sharing their final thoughts with the world, and characters who are proven wrong immediately after opening their mouths in ways more or less dire are the center of this prompt. Tragic and inspiring or simply blatantly wrong, their words are the focus.

[a-whumped-tea]

A siren who has managed to gain human legs. Siren slips into the music business. Instant success. Gains a whole ton of adoring fans.

Maybe Siren is a whumper who likes to toy with some of their new fans. There's always an unlimited amount of fans willing to do anything for them, why not take one of them home? Whumper has to eat after all.

And even if Whumpee escapes no one would believe them that Siren is bad or tried to hurt and kill them. Siren's so great! How could someone so popular be bad?

Siren turning into a Whumperee. Surely a supernatural hunter is going to pick up on the signs of this person being a siren pretty quick. Hunter should probably take care of this Siren problem before it gets more out of hand than it already has.

Might want to hurry with getting rid of Siren. We wouldn't want the general public getting withdrawals from being exposed to Siren's song for too long.

[toyybox]

Spiderwebs #3: Dotted Line

Masterlist

content: lab whump, kidnapping, drugging

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

This wasn’t good. She should have chosen the girl living near the intersection, or the vagrant she often saw by the railway. It was supposed to be a clean and quick job. The body would be buried, the results would be recorded, and she would wash her hands of it all. That was Heather’s plan—fast and precise. Now, either she was losing her mind, or her captive was immortal. A total of six gunshots to the head hadn’t managed to kill him, nor did losing a vital organ, or being bludgeoned with a heavy aluminum bat. Was he an alien?

She shook her head. Get it together, Heather. Aliens? That’s ridiculous. More ridiculous than immortality? Well, that wasn’t impossible. It was simply a matter of highly advanced healing. Besides, Jackie Rockwell wasn’t necessarily immortal. Just extremely resistant to bullets. And losing organs. And aluminum bats. 

The very concept of it sent her pacing again, twisting that clockwork key in her heart. Speaking of hearts, there was only one way to prove her theory. All her supplies had been laid out on the kitchen counter. She took a bottle of ether and a rag, as well as her scalpel and a bone saw, and approached the closet.

“Hey, lady?” Jackie, or so he was called, stared up at her with cloudy eyes. His voice was weaker now. The effects of the injuries were clearly taking a toll, even if that toll wasn’t fatal. There wasn’t much blood where the bullets made impact, only a series of dark red wounds. Blood had, however, dried all over the back of her closet. Spent rounds littered the floor, matte bronze in the dim light. His gaze was unsteady, his movements lethargic. The coppery smell of injury and hot metal hit the back of her throat. 

“Quiet.” She bent down. She poured some ether on the rag, then pressed it to his face and mouth. He was already close to unconsciousness, so there wasn’t much of a struggle. She poured more ether as necessary, keeping the rag damp. Fifteen minutes later, he went limp.

She put the ether away, taking a deep breath. She lifted his shirt up.

Heather nearly gasped. Nearly being the key word—gasping was highly unprofessional. The skin she had split open had already sewn itself back together. A congealed red line dotted the path of the wound. 

Using the scalpel, she undid those stitches of skin and clotting, opening up his chest. The warmth of his body pressed against her bare skin. With the bone saw, she carved his ribs until they fractured and fell away. 

There lay a heart. A perfectly healthy, beating heart.

Lovely. Just amazing. She hacked it out of his chest. Blood spurted over her hands. There was no point in doing another trial of the drug—the drug was irrelevant now—so she brought the organ to the kitchen and placed it in another jar. 

Around twenty minutes later, she returned to find that his skin had closed up. She put her finger to his neck, dreading the answer.

A pulse. He had grown yet another heart. 

She slammed the closet door shut. This was all wrong. What was she meant to do with an immortal? What…

Well…

It was an intriguing idea. An interesting idea. An exciting idea. How was Jackie’s body managing this? How did it survive the blood loss, or grow a new organ within minutes? Heather was a chemist, yes, but she also had an interest in matters of the body. A biochemist, if you will. Combining the natural with the manmade, manipulating the flesh with the right dosage of the right compound. Fun stuff. 

She had planned to start working on her selective paralytic agent again, but her old plans were off the board now. She needed to clean the closet, first of all. And she had to patch up Jackie’s wounds—his headache must have been unbearable. If he still wasn’t dead by then, she needed someplace to store him, for the lack of a better word.

He was her captive now, after all. It was stereotypical, but the basement appeared to be the best choice. No windows, a lock on the door, and also a guest bathroom. It would work. It would do just fine. The attic was another option, but it was cramped, and she did truly want to make him as comfortable as possible. Even if his future consisted of mainly being her new lab rat. Hey, who said lab rats lived terrible lives? They were fed, they were given shelter, and there was at least some effort to keep them alive. Taking care of a human being couldn’t be all that different, right?

Right. How difficult could it really be?

[whumpwillow]

famous whumpee being whumped and having the paparazzi camp outside their hospital, hounding them when they finally leave and giving them a panic attack from all that stimulation so soon after their rescue

[whumppromptoftheday]

whumpee who takes comfort in crowds. because even if whumper’s near, they wouldn’t do anything to risk their image

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: Whips, multiple whumpers.

Musician whumpees being made to play/sing something for Whumper and their friends, but every time they make a mistake, it equals one whip. Whumpee then has to tally up how many whips that is afterwards.

[lumpofwhump]

Alleyway Rescue

Summary: A bystander intervenes to stop a public figure from abusing her partner on the street.

Content: Rescue, abusive relationship, famous whumper, stranger caretaker, gentle caretaker, broken whumpee, hair whump, begging, abandonment

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Caretaker and their friend could just see the light rail approaching their stop as a startled cry cut through the ambient noise of the busy street around them.

“It hurts… Please, Whumper, I’m sorry, please let go! I’m sorry!”

Passersby automatically, unthinkingly parted around two figures. The one in front was tall and elegantly dressed, with a look of fury mixed with contempt on her face as she dragged the other, much less impressive-looking person - shorter, almost ragged-looking in his worn clothes - along by his shoulder-length hair.

For a moment, everyone seemed at a loss as far as what to do. A buzz of uncomfortable whispers seemed to surround the two at the center of the scene. One person pulled out their phone and started recording. A number of people just straight-up looked away.

Caretaker's friend was one of them. “Looks like someone’s having a bad night,” they said, turning to Caretaker with a grimace as the train slowed to a halt in front of them.

At first, Caretaker had been just as frozen as everyone else. Then, a second yelp from the victim snapped them out of it. They dug into their pocket, reaching for their phone to call 911, but then shook their head. It’d take too long for anyone to get there.

They stepped away from the train car's open door, shaking their head. “Hey, you head back, okay? I’m going to see what’s going on.”

“Caretaker…!” Their friend groaned from the doorway.

“I’ll catch up with you later!” With that, Caretaker took off after the two who’d just turned the corner into an alleyway.

“Don’t do anything stupid!” Their friend called after Caretaker's retreating form right before the doors slid closed.

As Caretaker rounded the corner, they heard a whimper and another “Please, I-I didn't mean to, I'm... I’m really sorry —!” followed by a loud smack and a cry of pain.

Caretaker inhaled sharply at the sound, and picked up their pace in approaching the two strangers. “The fuck is wrong with you?! Let him go!”

The small man who this Whumper lady had shoved up against the wall jerked to attention, looking at Caretaker with tears starting to well up in his wide, terrified eyes under glasses knocked askew.

Whumper didn't take her eyes off him. “This doesn't involve you. So stay out of it,” she said coldly to Caretaker. If anything, her hold on the scared little man's shirtfront only tightened further as she pinned his back against the brick building behind him. He let out a whimper.

"Yeah, no, I'd say I'm pretty involved after seeing that," Caretaker said heatedly, grabbing her by wrist to pull her back.

Whumper finally turned to look over her shoulder at them with an expression as icy and contemptuous as her tone. She yanked her hand out of Caretaker's grasp, then let go of her victim, only to shove him roughly against the wall. "Don't move," she ordered him sharply as he stumbled and fell down onto the dirty cement.

"Wait, s-stop!" he called out weakly as Whumper turned to confront Caretaker.

Caretaker's eyes flitted over to him, giving what they hoped was a reassuring smile, but his eyes only went wider and he flinched back as Whumper landed a solid hit to Caretaker's face.

Caretaker only mostly suppressed their own shout of pain as they reeled back with the impact, thinking that maybe this hadn't been such a good idea, actually. They were, what, a couple inches taller than the guy on the ground at most, and not exactly the most athletic person in the world.

They didn't need to beat this lady, though. They just needed to get her to leave the poor guy alone.

So just before she turned around to head back toward him, they spat the blood trickling out of their split lip at Whumper. They got some right on her face, and a few spatters on her expensive outfit for good measure.

That got them the reaction they wanted. She stared at Caretaker in disbelief, her eyes wide with fury and disgust.

Caretaker grinned at her with a challenging upward jerk of their head, doing their best to tamp down their nervousness about how this was going to go.

Sure enough, Whumper walked quickly and deliberately toward them, backing them up so they nearly tripped back onto a trash barrel. Before they could fall back, Whumper roughly grabbed their face and pulled them forward until their noses were only a few inches apart. Despite themself, Caretaker let out a surprised cry.

"I'm giving you one more chance to walk away from this," she warned them in a tone that wasn't as calm as she seemed to be going for. "I'd suggest you don't make this harder for yourself."

Caretaker yelled as loud as they could, "What the hell's wrong with you, lady, are you drunk or something?! Let go!" They abruptly kicked the trash can over behind them and struggled out of her grasp. This was gonna suck, they thought, as they let themself stumble and fall back over it. They landed with a grunt on the cement, and crawled back out of the alleyway.

Whumper was more than happy to let them, smirking at their apparent cowardice and humiliation, until one person, and then two more, walked over to offer them a hand up. Another bystander, who Caretaker swore they had seen earlier, not so surreptitiously held up their phone to record this.

"You alright, kid?" A sturdy-looking middle-aged man asked as he helped them to their feet, looking back into the alleyway suspiciously.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks," Caretaker said breathlessly, wincing as they checked a scrape on their elbow, then thumbing at Whumper. "I don't know what's wrong with her, she just attacked me out of nowhere."

"Want us to call the cops for you? Do you need an ambulance?" the man asked.

Whumper fumed. "That… whoever they are was trying to rob us," she snapped, gesturing to the man still cowering on the ground behind her. "He… she… whatever, they scared my partner here half to death."

It was Caretaker's turn to look enraged. "Are you -- ?! Yeah. Let's call the cops, see what they think about this," they shot back.

"Please don't…!" Whumper's partner said feebly from behind her. "You don't need to. I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to. To upset everyone. I'm sorry."

The man standing in front of Caretaker ignored him though, pulling out his cell phone with a look that suggested he was more than happy to turn this over to someone else to figure out.

"Hey, hold up," another onlooker, a woman about Caretaker's age said, putting a hand on his arm. "I think I recognize her. Isn't that -- ?!"

"I'm pretty sure you're right," her friend agreed from behind her, then wrinkled her nose. "What's she doing with that guy, though?"

She was beating him up, whoever she is, Caretaker was about to say, before Whumper shook her head. "No need," she said. "Whumpee, let's go home."

The small man made no move to get off the ground, though, looking at the small crowd of people with a stunned expression. He flinched, and began mumbling apologies while rocking back and forth against the wall.

"You don't have to go," Caretaker said gently. This only seemed to upset him more, though, and he pressed his head against his knees with a sound of distress, trying to make himself small.

"WHUM -- !" Whumper started toward him, but then stopped short as he startled and scooted away. She shook her head at this display. "Do you really want to take your chances here on your own, Whumpee, after what just happened?" Caretaker could swear they heard a warning tone in her voice.

Whumpee stopped rocking briefly, and looked in Whumper's direction with a helpless expression. "I'm sorry, I don't… I'm sorry," he repeated in a voice that threatened to break at any moment.

"Fine, you can find your own way home then," she said coolly, and brushed past the crowd of people with a brief glare toward Caretaker.

"Wait...!" Whumpee cried out, futilely, and let out a sound of despair when Whumper didn't so much as look back at him before rounding the corner. “Don’t leave,” he said in a small voice, too late.

With the confrontation over, the small crowd that had formed to watch the confrontation began to disperse.

"I'd watch my back if I were you," the man who had helped Caretaker up said to them, attempting a joking smile. "With all the money and connections that family has… hey, for all I know it could be just rumor, but it doesn't hurt to be careful."

"Wait, who is she?" Caretaker called after him, but he was already walking off, as was the guy recording them. Caretaker briefly thought they should be concerned about where that footage might end up, but there was nothing to do about that now.

Meanwhile, though…

"Hey," Caretaker said, sliding down the wall to sit next to the still-trembling man on the ground. "You're Whumpee, right?"

This only got them a startled squeak in response.

"It's okay! Not gonna hurt you, promise," they said, giving Whumpee their most disarming smile and holding their hands up in a gesture of harmlessness. "I'm Caretaker, by the way. Nice to meet you."

Whumpee eyed them fearfully, finally adjusting his glasses with shaking hands. The look on Caretaker's face seemed to slightly reassure him, enough to force a sad little smile. "Hi," he said, almost inaudibly. Then, after a long pause, he blurted out, "I-I'm sorry you got caught up in this. I'm sorry. She's going to be so --" He squeezed his eyes shut with a high sound of fear and despair, before pulling back in on himself. "I'm sorry," he repeated, now muffled by his knees.

"It's not you who's got anything to apologize for, alright?" Caretaker told him. "This is on her. I just wish I'd shown up before she hit you. Who is she, anyways?"

The only response was another fearful sound, more like a whimper this time.

Caretaker shook their head. "I guess it doesn't matter. She still did it, and nothing says you have to go back. So what, do you need a hotel for the night?"

"You don't have to," Whumpee said quickly, shaking his head.

"Or… there's also my place, if you don't want to be alone," they offered instead.

Whumpee looked over in their direction with a wary, indecisive expression, and they responded with another kind smile. Finally, he looked back down and gave a small nod.

Their friend was going to ream them over this, Caretaker thought. Still worth it.

"Cool," they said instead, pushing themself up. "I'll call us a Lyft, and… can you stand up on your own?"

Whumpee tried to clamber into an upright position on his own shaking legs, but he quickly fell down with a startled squeal and let out a defeated sob.

"Here, I've got you," Caretaker said, extending their hands. "We're gonna get up slowly now, alright?"

With a resigned expression, Whumpee reached for Caretaker and allowed them to help him to his feet. Still shaky, though, he slumped against Caretaker, who did their best to support him as they arranged a ride home. He seemed to calm down a bit during their wait, trembling only slightly after a couple of minutes, but he remained leaned against them. Caretaker couldn't tell if it was for balance or comfort at this point, but either way, this was some improvement over where they'd started.

"Hey, time to go," Caretaker said gently as the car pulled up. "Feeling more steady on your feet?"

"Yes. Sorry," Whumpee said, pulling away quickly and looking down. Caretaker caught a brief glimpse of his flushed face in the lamplight over head.

"You didn't do anything wrong," they clarified. "Here, if you still want to --"

But Whumpee was already scurrying into the back seat of the Lyft, pressing himself against the opposite door. His shoulders were hunched, and he pressed his face against the window, not acknowledging Caretaker’s presence as they climbed in, as if by doing so he thought they wouldn't notice him either.

Caretaker took the hint, and exchanged the usual pleasantries with the driver. He wasn't particularly interested in talking, though, so the conversation faded into awkward silence other than Whumpee's shaking breaths and the sound of him rocking against the leather seat. Leaving him to stew in his own thoughts was apparently not helpful, as a few minutes later Caretaker heard a sniffle, followed by a distinct sob as they pulled up to a stoplight.

"It's alright," Caretaker tried to comfort him, scooting over to the middle seat, but he flinched and shook his head repeatedly. "Okay, maybe it's not alright yet, but, we'll get there. And I'm --"

They broke off. What could they actually, realistically promise here? But Whumpee was looking at them now with uncertainty in his expression, along with maybe the tiniest bit of hope.

"I'm gonna be there to help," they finished, smiling even as they wondered what they were getting into. "Here, do you do hugs?"

Whumpee hesitated for only a beat, looking back and forth as if trying to figure out what the safest response was. Finally, he took a breath and leaned into their open arm, pressing his head against their shoulder. "I-I'm sorry. Thank you, I'm just… I'm sorry I'm like this," he said in a muffled voice.

"There's nothing wrong with you, though," Caretaker tried to reassure him.

He just shook his head mutely, his face still pressed against them. They tried not to react at the discomfort of his glasses digging into their skin, instead pulling him closer as tears started to drip off his frames onto their shirt front.

"We're almost home, okay? I'll keep you safe," they said, ignoring the now quite insistent buzzing of the cell phone in their pocket as they tried to figure out how they would prove worthy of Whumpee's fragile trust.

[stoic-whumpee]

Hiii! For the whump song prompt: we don't have to dance, by Andy Black!

Heya! Thanks for the song :D

(TW: Unreality, Simulation) Whumper put a group of Whumpees in a simulation of what Whumper considered a perfect life. Only one Whumpee, A, knew that their life here was entirely fabricated. They didn't know who did it to them, didn't even know if the other people were the perpetrators or victims, and they were sick of the fake cheeriness of their world.

Famous Whumpee who had to make an appearance in public, which they did not want to go. However, Whumper was staying by their side and forcing them to socialise, or else there would be punishments waiting for them. They did not want to dance, or talk, or even smile, but they couldn't tell anyone how they felt without Whumper knowing.

Whumper who took Whumpee because they reminded them of someone Whumper used to love. Whumpee who fell in love with Whumper because they were all Whumpee had. Whumpee who was hurt because they knew Whumper would never love them for the person they were, but a cheap imitation of a rotten past.

[obsessedwithegos]

Runa’s Freedom - Part 5/Final

Runa finally gets the news he’s been waiting for and reunites with his parents! Comfort ending!!!

CWs: Lady carewhumper, lady familial caretaker, nonhuman whump/comfort (Succubus, mermaid, sirens), famous whumpee, carewhumper used whumpee for her own fame, social media and news based whump, mentioned torture live streams, near constant feeling of disbelief and worry of the situation being a dream, whumpee reassuring themself that the good thing is not a dream

general content tag: @emmettnet

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The last two weeks have been.. Interesting. 

Maci finished filming and editing the video within the first week and posted it. It’s since gone viral. Periodically Maci would ask Runa questions that the comments had that weren’t answered in the video. 

Sometimes his curiosity got the better of him and he would ask if he could see some of the comments, which she would oblige and let him scroll through them. 

Many of the comments were expressing shock that he was still alive and what he went through. Some didn’t believe him or Maci, some would combat that. 

It didn’t take long until the live streams of his torture would surface due to people digging deep enough. 

Runa often chose to not leave the apartment, not wanting to face people who might have seen the video and not wanting to risk facing news people that have managed to track down Maci’s apartment.

Maci helped by making sure to not even allow them in the building, going as far to temporarily hire bodyguards to ensure they wouldn’t be able to get in. At least not far enough where they could find which apartment she lived in.

With the news pestering them, the comments collectively seemed to be in agreement about one specific question and answer in the video.

“Do you plan to go to the police about what happened? Trying to press charges or at least get the kidnappers arrested?”

“No. I’m worried that if I do, they’ll come after me. They have a lot of money and a lot of power. I know B most likely won’t come after me if I don’t cause them any trouble. A and C follow their command and probably wouldn’t either.” 

People seemed to agree that Runa’s thought process was wrong or a bad idea. Some people put it gently and tried to provide helpful advice, others not so much.

He personally never responded to any of the comments, he wasn’t ready to. So he let Maci handle that. 

Runa had taken up a hobby during his time with Maci; Origami. It was perfect for keeping his hands busy and his mind focused on making something beautiful out of something simple. 

He was working on his 3rd attempt at a crane when Maci walked into the living room, talking on her phone.

“Got it! I’ll let him know! Be sure to park in the back to avoid the news, see you soon!”

He looks at her as she hangs up and looks at him with a smile. “Great news Runa, that was your parents and they’re almost here!” she announces.

Runa looks at her in disbelief for a moment “Really?” 

Maci nodded “Mhm! I already got some of the things I bought for you packed up, I figured I’d leave the rest for you so you can pick what you want to keep or leave behind. Here I’ll give you a hand getting back to the bedroom so you can do that.”

“Okay!” He says, a smile growing on his face as he gets up so she could help him easier.

~

Packing the bag felt so surreal. Not only due to the fact that Maci was actually letting him keep a lot of the stuff but also due to the idea that he was getting to leave soon! Actually leaving! 

Just as he finished packing, Maci’s phone rang. 

She picked it up with a “Hello?” 

He did a quick double look over the bag to make sure it was properly closed as he listened. 

“Awesome! I’ll meet you guys down there with Runa! See you in a moment!”

With that she hung up and looked at him “Ready to go?”

He nods as he stands up, holding the bag in one arm and extending his other arm to Maci for help.

The walk out of the apartment and down the stairs that led to the back entrance/exit has Runa’s heart pounding against his chest. 

Was this real? Did he fall asleep at some point while working on his origami? Was he going to wake up right when he saw his parents? Was it actually his parents? 

The thoughts ran through his mind but for once, he was hopeful. Hopeful that those thoughts were just anxieties and nothing else. Hopeful that he really was returning to his parents. 

“Here we go!” Maci says as she opens the door.

Runa had to squint to protect his eyes from the bright sunlight at first, but it didn’t take long for him to spot the familiar blue SUV and the two people standing outside of it. 

At that moment, all thoughts and worries left his mind. He didn’t think as he moved out of Maci’s helpful grasp, he wasn’t worried about falling and getting hurt as he ran towards his parents, he could ignore the slight pain in his eyes from the bright sunlight.

Tears welled in his eyes as he ran to his parents, a smile wide on his face as they embraced him in their arms.

Maci stayed back to let the three have a moment as she watched the three of them almost fall to the ground from the momentum of the hug. 

Runa and his mom, Lilith, were crying while his parent, Wysteria, was trying to hold them up with a smile on their face and misty eyes. 

Runa didn’t bother trying to hide or muffle his sobs as he tightly clung to the both of them. 

He couldn’t believe it, it seemed like a dream come true that he was finally seeing his parents again and that he could go home with them! 

“Do you have him?” Wysteria gently asks their wife

Lilith nods as she adjusts herself so she won’t fall over and so she could bury her face in her son’s hair and place gentle kisses on his head, muttering how happy she is that he’s back. 

Wysteria carefully removes themself from the hug “It’s okay Runa, I’ll be right back, I promise.” they say when they feel his grip try to tighten on them. 

Once out of the hug, they make their way towards Maci while they dig in their purse. “Thank you so much Miss Maci for helping Runa and letting him stay with you while we made our way here.” 

Maci puts her hands up, ready to turn down money offered to her “Oh it was no big deal! It was nice having him as a temporary roommate. I’m just glad I could help!”

Wysteria pulls out a stack of cash and holds it out to the succubus “Please, at least accept this as our thanks. I would also offer to get you dinner but,” They look back at Lilith and Runa “I think all of us are overdue to spend some time together at home.”

Her eyes went wide when she saw how much cash was being held out to her, hesitantly she grabbed it. It had to be at least 6 grand. “Ho- How much is this?” she asks, audibly shaken.

“$10,000. That was the baseline reward.” They answer, raising an eyebrow “Would you like more for your effort?” She’s quick to shake her head “No! I mean- No thank you, it’s just.. A lot more than I was expecting.” She clears her throat “Thank you, Mx. Shoal. I hope you three have a safe trip back home, don’t be afraid to reach out to me if there’s anything I can do to help!” 

They smile “Thank you Miss Maci. Have a wonderful rest of your day.” they say before heading back to their family and the car. 

Maci smiles as she watches Wysteria open one of the car doors to help get Runa’s bag inside along with Runa. “Bye Runa! Take care!” she calls out.

Runa waves at her with one hand as he was using the other one to try to wipe his tears away enough so he could see where he was stepping. 

He got into the middle back seat so that way both of his parents could see him with ease in the front seats. 

They thought about Lilith sitting in the back seat with him but they decided it would be best to give him a little bit of space so it would be easier on him to process that this is indeed real. 

The ride back was going to be a long one but Runa didn’t mind, he was grateful that it would be. That he’d have a constant reminder that he’s back with his parents and that he’s free.

That thought alone was enough to get him to start crying again.

He was free, he was finally free.

[another-whump-sideblog]

Jane’s Pets Pt. 37: Famous Last Words

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Coughing up blood | “You’re safe now.” | “Take me instead.”

Dollie is sick. Kit says that of course she’s sick, the constant stress has weakened all of your immune systems. It’s a miracle you’re not all sick all the time.

Still, she’s really sick, shaking and coughing at all hours. You’re all worried. She’s started coughing up blood.

Jane has made it clear that being so sick you’re coughing up blood and so feverish you can’t remember where you are is not an excuse for disobedience.

She doesn’t hurt Dollie, of course. She’s too fragile to take punishment herself while sick. So when Dollie mumbles fevered nonsense to herself without permission to speak, or falls asleep without permission, or can’t do her chores, Jane hurts Kit and makes sure Dollie can hear their screams. When Dollie’s lucid enough to understand what’s happening, she begs for it to stop, which makes the punishment worse because she still doesn’t have permission to talk.

Jane was going to hurt you, but Kit stopped it. “Take me instead.” They said. “Hurt me instead. The punishment will be just as bad for Puppy either way.”

Jane looked at you. “I can hurt Kitty instead. Is that what you want?”

And you said yes without hesitation. Kit said to always pick them to be tortured if you had a choice. It’s not a very difficult promise to keep.

—

Kit’s been irritable all day. It makes sense, the situation is very irritating and they’re probably still in pain from Dollie’s last punishment. Still, you wish there was something you could do to make them feel better.

You and Kit spend most of your time with Dollie, trying to comfort her. She’s having a bad time, unable to stop coughing long enough to get more than a few minutes of sleep at a time. Blood stained tissues line her bed.

Kit pours water down Dollie’s throat and makes sure she eats, whether or not she has permission. They’re willing to take the punishment to make sure she’s taken care of.

Dollie has another coughing fit. She claws at her chest. “Hurts!” She cries. “Stop, make it stop!”

Jane is in the room in seconds. “Shut up! You know better, your obedience should be instinctual, I know you’re doing this on purpose. Think you can get away with it because you’re sick. Fucking brat. Do you not care that Kit’s getting hurt because of you? Would you care if it was Bunny?”

Dollie cries, but there’s no comprehension in her eyes. Only fear. Kit snaps.

“She’s exhausted! She’s sleep deprived and sick and has a fever. She would never try to disobey you on purpose, and you know it. And she’s never going to get better if you keep stressing her out! Her body’s going through enough! We get it, there’s no exceptions to being obedient, can the punishment wait? Can you hold off on torture until she’s better? Just keep track of when she’s disobeyed and deal with it when she actually knows what she’s being punished for! Or, and this is a crazy idea, maybe you could leave her alone and not do any punishment for her experiencing the symptoms of being sick!”

Kit has worked themself up. “You’re so pathetic. You think you’ve suffered, you think not dying is such a burden, but guess what? We’ve all suffered! Everyone in this room has been through horrible, horrible shit, and only one of us resorted to torturing people for fun.”

Jane scowls. “You have no idea what I’ve been through.”

“You have no idea what I’ve been through! What we’ve been through! Have you ever been tortured for months on end? Have you ever even had to deal with a wound that didn’t heal immediately? Have you ever been in a bad situation and not had the option to teleport away? You’ve never been trapped! You’ve never been powerless! And you think that losing some people is a good enough justification to do this shit. You are so pathetic!”

The room goes quiet, everyone waiting for Jane’s reaction. Dollie has another coughing fit, breaking the silence. Jane looks at her and frowns.

“Waiting until she’s better for punishment is… reasonable. We can do that.” She puts a hand on Dollie’s forehead. Dollie tries to squirm away. “My darling Puppy. You’re safe now.”

Dollie goes still, eyes wide. Kit tenses.

“You’re so tired, aren’t you? I’ll give you some medicine.”

Jane injects something into the crook of Dollie’s arm. Her breathing starts to deepen.

“Hold out for ten more minutes for me Puppy. Then you’ll have permission to sleep.” Jane looks to Kit. “She’ll get better soon. Then we can get back to punishments, right Kitty?”

Kit nods.

“Say ‘yes, master.’”

“Yes, master.” Kit says through gritted teeth. Jane disappears.

Jane never addressed Kit’s other points. You didn’t expect Kit to get away with that unpunished, but you guess insulting Jane isn’t against the rules. You’re more surprised that Jane didn’t respond at all. You’d expect her to verbally tear into Kit in retaliation, but she didn’t. Weird.

—

Dollie is… probably getting better. You can’t tell for sure. Jane has changed her approach completely, going from acting like she’s not even sick to putting her on a whole bunch of drugs. She’s also been giving her permission to eat, sleep, and drink more often, though Dollie still ends up doing those things without permission relatively frequently. She doesn’t know where she is.

Dollie seems to be getting better, coughing less and shaking less and complaining less of pain. Still, it’s hard to tell if she’s actually better or if the drugs are just masking her symptoms.

Kit has taken on most of Dollie’s chores, with reluctant permission from Jane. It will make Dollie’s punishment lighter, when she gets better.

If she gets better.

You can’t think like that. Of course she’ll get better. Jane wouldn’t let her die.

You’ve been taking care of Dollie. You’ve never been in that position before, and at first it feels very weird, but you get used to it. You mimic what Dollie did when Kit had an infection, making sure she drinks plenty of water and applying a damp washcloth to her forehead every once in a while.

Besides that, you do what the two of them did while you were bedridden. You read to her and talk to her and just do things next to her, hoping that you can at least help her not feel too bored or lonely, even if your head aches from the strain of reading for hours.

“We’re going to be okay.” You tell her. “Famous last words, I know, but I really believe that. We’ll figure out how to stop Jane and go on to live full, happy lives. And we’ll still be friends. It’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.” You squeeze Dollie’s hand. There’s no indication that she comprehended anything you said. “Sorry for rambling. Do you want me to read you another chapter of the book?”

She doesn’t respond.

“Can you blink twice for yes? Or just if you’re listening at all?

She doesn’t.

“Alright. That’s fine, you need rest. It’s okay if you’re not listening. It’s also okay if you can’t even control your blinking, though I hope that’s not happening because that would suck. I’ll be right here either way.”

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else! I wasn’t thinking about this prompt when I establishes that ‘you’re safe now’ is a conditioned stimulus for Dollie but that worked out really well!

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