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skittles-the-whumpee · 3 months

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Old Dealings

Chapter One - Sudden Discovery

<<<So, this is a canon side story to bring Skittles into Be Careful What You Wish For since her original story is inactive. I'm trying a new-for-me writing style so please, bear with me.>>>

TW: demon whumper, faerie whumper, human whumpee, degradation, pet whump, yelling, insults, human trafficking, mentions of death, mentions of torture, mentioned kidnapping

It's not often that Lord Daelan Darya of Greed is able to visit the human realm on leisure trips but that is where he finds himself today, somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, taking in the familiar scent of salty ocean air on the rooftop of his current love interest's home. The past year has been aggravating at best…he needs this vacation.

The past year had been spent searching for one particular person, one of his wards, a human he made a deal with over two decades ago…she's gone missing and not even his top trackers can find her. It's as if she's dropped off the face of the Earth, just completely vanished without a trace. So, to take his mind off things, he's come to spend some time away from Hell and his domain.

He feels hands sliding around his waist from behind as his lover wraps their arms around him, pressing their body against his back.

"Tense as always…well…I suppose less tense than you usually are."

"It's the ocean air, love. It's calmed me ever since I was a human child. Except back then, it was what is now known as the Persian Gulf." He says as he places his hands on theirs, cherishing their touch. "It was warmer, but this feels better, more calming."

"Have you ever gone back?"

"Hm? Yes…I-…I visit every now and then. It's so incredibly different than how it used to be. Still a dangerous place just…in different ways." He turns around and places his hands on their hips, pulling them in close. "Now, I seem to remember you telling me something about this new pet you've acquired but I have yet to see it. Is it shy?"

They giggle a little before standing on their tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "Yeah, she's just a bit nervous around new people. She's likely been avoiding you on purpose, she doesn't mean anything by it."

"Scared of the big bad demon lord, is she?" He asks with a playful chuckle.

"Want me to go find her?" Their head tilts cutely to the side as an equally playful smile crosses their lips.

"Yes, please. You know I like to check out your new pets. Especially after that pretty angel boy." He definitely has very fond memories of playing with the magpie angel, delicious blood and the prettiest singing voice.

They then turn on their heel with a smile, prompting Daelan to cop a feel, making them squeak and giggle as they wander off to go find their newest pet.

They look everywhere for her; the kitchen, the living room, her cell in the basement, they even look for her in their room seeing as she's hidden there before. There's no sign of her. The only other place they can think of is…oh shit…the greenhouse…on the roof.

Meanwhile, back up on the roof, Daelan has started pacing with a lit cigarette, smoking while he strolls around casually. It's very well-kept, likely because of the pets. Though, a bit of movement catches his eye through the partially warped glass on the side of the greenhouse and, like the proverbial cat, his curiosity is piqued and he slowly approaches.

There's someone in there, slowly watering the plants. They seem relaxed, at peace while they go about their task. He leans in to look inside, squinting to get a better view as he takes a hit from his cigarette, his eyes then opening wide as the person inside turns around.

"There is no way, in all the rings of Hell, that I'm this lucky…" He exclaims loud enough for the one inside to hear. Her back straightens and the watering can rattles as she begins to tremble…she knows that voice.

She looks over at the man in the window and feels her knees instantly go weak. She blinks, hoping that she's seeing things. Nope…that's him. He's here. But…how did he find her? She had changed hands so many times that she was so certain that he'd never find her.

His brows furrow in anger as he drops his cigarette, squashing it with his foot while staring at his missing ward. After all this time, there she is, watering plants…owned by someone else.

"Outside, NOW!" He demands with a growl, making her trembling worse. Cowering from his anger, she obeys, setting the watering can down before exiting the greenhouse with her hands folded neatly down in front of her and her head bowed in submission and fear. She's rightfully terrified, she had volunteered to be someone else's pet and flown halfway across the world to serve him when she truly belonged to Lord Daelan. Needless to say, she's in deep shit.

He's fuming, tapping his foot as she makes her way to him, kneeling before him just as he had trained her long ago.

"Do you have ANY idea how long I've been looking for you?! Where the FUCK have you been?" Each inflection makes her cower into herself more and more, trembling like a leaf.

"I-I-…I'm so-sorry…I-"

"DID I FUCKING ASK IF YOU WERE SORRY, YOU MISERABLE LITTLE SHIT?!" He bellows, his horns manifesting from pure rage. It's at that point that she starts sobbing in fear, she's seen him turn people to ash for lesser offenses. She cannot stop herself from pressing her forehead into the cold concrete of the roof, her tears dripping on it.

His lover reaches the roof and hears his yelling, wondering why their sweet pet is on her knees, sobbing with her head against the concrete. They figure she had offended him somehow…but…how? She's so sweet, she's never broken a rule and guests love her.

Daelan hears the door to the roof close and he turns, still rather angry, not quite able to switch it off at a moment's notice.

"What is going on up here? Skittles, what happened?" They ask, so very puzzled.

Before she can even open her mouth, Daelan raises a finger to them. "This is between me and her, love. Please stay out of it."

Wrong answer.

Their blood begins to boil at being told to stay out of something pertaining to one of their pets.

"Ex-fucking-cuse me?! She is mine and you will respect my authority in my own home." They command as they march right up to him, not even caring that he's the demon lord of Greed, this is their home and they're not about to let him tell them what to do…not here.

Daelan is actually so taken aback by them storming up to him that he's speechless, staring down at them with wide eyes. By the time he's able to collect his thoughts for a reply, they are standing strong, puffing their chest out and actually looking rather intimidating.

"But she's-…" He's barely even able to start a sentence before being cut off.

"NEED I actually adhere to the court order against you?" That makes him shut his mouth tight and shake his head. He then steps aside and over towards the edge facing the harbor, forcing himself to calm down before he does something that will risk his lordship title.

They watch him step away before kneeling down with their pet, completely shifting their attitude from a moment ago as they console the crying human. They rub her back, cooing softly that she's not in trouble and that she can go downstairs and get something to eat. She sniffles as she nods and slowly stands on shaky legs before making her way downstairs.

Once she disappears down the stairs and the door closes, they stand and slowly approach their lover, wrapping their arms around his waist from behind again, prompting him to gently place his on theirs.

"Care to explain what that was all about?" They ask in a calm tone.

He sighs and deflates a bit. "She's my missing ward…the one I've been looking for all this time and she was right under my nose. How long has she been here?"

"A few weeks, I bought her from my college friend, a fetch. He didn't say where he got her, though." It takes them a moment to fully register exactly what he said about her. "Wait…hold on…she is your missing ward?"

He nods, brushing his thumb over the back of their hand, their skin is delightfully soft, good for staying calm, given the circumstances. "Yeah. She is."

They raise their eyebrows in surprise. "Holy shit…talk about a small world. Like…what are the chances of that?"

"Impossibly slim."

"Well…since she was your property to begin with, you can have her back…as much as I'll miss her. She's a very sweet and obedient pet, try to take it easy on her." They offer as they press their cheek against his back in a hug.

Shocked by their offer, he turns back around to look them in the eye. "Are you sure, love? You seemed pretty steadfast when coming to her defense."

They look up at him and smile softly. "Yes, I'm sure. I can't withhold your property from you, so I'm returning her back to her rightful owner." They take a moment to think. "However, I'll only do so if you swear to me that you won't kill her."

He looks off to the side, thinking if it's even worth taking her back at this point before finally settling on a decision. He'll take her, she needs discipline but he'll keep her alive.

"I swear to keep her alive, you have my word. Thank you for returning her to me…I can finally put this wild goose chase to rest." He leans down and gives them a tender kiss, grateful to have them in his life. They keep him honest, completely unafraid of him and his aggressive habits, totally comfortable standing up to him without backing down. He's finally met his match.

Now to just get his pet home. She may be safe from death, but her previous owners are saints by comparison…and she's had some brutal owners.

BCWYWF Taglist (since this is a parallel story):

@whumpshaped @whumper-soot @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @dragonfireridge @whumpofdory @astrowhump @batfacedliar @the-scrapegoat @livoftheparty @thebejeweledwatercat

#whump #pet whump #whumpblr #whump writing #conditioned whumpee #demon whumper #faerie whumper #human whumpee

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thoughtsonhurtandcomfort · 1 year

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Sting

Synopsis: Shae stumbles upon a bee hive.

Author’s notes: I might have a part 2 for this in mind if anyone wants to be even meaner to the boi. 👀

Content warnings: tiny whump, faery whump, bugs, bees, bee sting, injury, exhaustion, passing out, nonhuman whumpee, human caretaker, rescue, gentle caretaking

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Insects are just part of life outdoors; Shae encounters them often. A few are dangerous but most pay him no mind. Bees, though intimidating, don’t bother him. In fact, Shae likes bees because where there are bees, there are usually flowers.

But he’s never seen this many.

Shae can hardly hear his own thoughts over the buzz of what must be hundreds of bees as they zip around between the fields of wildflowers on all sides and the tall, human-made wooden structures that they have made their home. He can practically feel the air around him vibrating.

It all happens so fast. Hands over his ears, Shae whirls around to hurry away from the cacophony and stumbles right into one of the countless bees. In a flurry of movement, the angered creature defends itself the only way it knows how.

The stinger plunges into Shae’s stomach hard and fast. It knocks the breath from his lungs and the thoughts from his mind. He knows nothing but red hot agony for just a moment before his eyes roll back and he is out cold without a sound.

As the bee flies away the stinger’s barbs briefly catch, lifting Shae’s limp body slightly from the ground before he slips free and lands on his back in the dirt. It’s there he stays for hours.

The first anything is that awful hum. It grows louder and louder as Shae wakes until it feels like it’s drilling deep into his head. He whines softly, hands twitching with the desire to cover his ears, but he can’t move. Every limb is stiff and numb; even his eyelids feel impossibly heavy.

All his focus is drawn to the one place where he feels too much. His belly, free of the stinger, now bears a round, hot welt. The swollen skin prickles and, could he move even a finger, he’d be tempted to itch at it. Instead he can only tremble and twitch and try to catch his breath.

After minutes that feel like hours he manages to open his eyes. The world spins above him, a flurry of motion to accompany the sickening hum. Shae groans. His head pounds.

Several more minutes pass before he can keep his eyes open and attempt to sit up.

At the first suggestion of movement he’s hit with a sharp twinge in his side. Shae gasps and curls onto the opposite side. He holds the wound with both hands and takes deep breaths, fighting to stay conscious.

When the pain dulls he tries again. Again it hurts, but this time it’s a little more bearable. He has to lean heavily into the stem of a tall plant, but he manages to get to his feet. When a breeze sways the stem he sways with it, groaning again at the dizzying movement.

Shae yearns to lie back down, but he knows he won’t get a moment’s rest with the thrumming air and head-splitting noise. He needs quiet stillness in which to recover. If he stays here he might just go mad.

The tall grass and wildflowers are packed densely enough to always give him something to hold onto as he struggles forward one tiny step at a time.

Shae valiantly makes it almost two yards from the hives before his legs give out entirely. He lands heavily on his injured side and is out in an instant.

It’s at times like these that Shae wishes he had someone to tend to him. He fares well enough alone when he’s well, but when he’s weak, scared, and hurting, he so keenly feels the absence of comfort and companionship.

But when he wakes this time, he knows immediately that he is not alone.

Even with his eyes closed the looming presence of a human is unmistakable. Its shadow moves this way and that, moving things away from the washcloth that pillows the faerie. There’s a dull thump that startles Shae when a hand sets down a large bottle behind him.

That’s when he realizes…it’s quiet here. He aches all over but at least he has this - the incessant buzzing is gone.

One relief is followed by another. The human dabs something wet and cool onto the sting with a cotton swab; tension drains from Shae’s body as the pain eases.

“There you go. Poor thing…” the human pats on a small piece of gauze with her fingertip. “You’ll be okay. I know what I’m doing, I get stung all the time.”

“You’re not the size of a doll,” a second voice chimes in from across the room.

“Hush. He’ll be okay. Look, he’s waking up…hi, sweetie…”

Shae remains awake long enough for the beekeeper to give him water to drink and a gob of thick, sweet honey on a little piece of warm bread. That’s all his weary mind needs to convince him he’s safe. As soon as he’s licked the last bit of honey from his lips, the faerie sinks back down into the washcloth. His rescuer drapes a second one over him.

And Shae sleeps.

#tiny whump #faerie whump #stung #bee sting #bees #animal attack #environmental whump #injury #passing out #collapse #exhaustion #rescue #caretaking #nonhuman whumpee #human caretaker #whump writing #my writing #my ocs #shae

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rosewriteswhump · 1 year

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Dawn and Marlie

I made my girls with this picrew!

Dawn and Marlie are twins. Marlie was adopted right after her mother died during labor, so Dawn's family took her in. The Briairwing family was always close with Marlie's bio fam.

#rose whump #Dawn Briarwing #Marlie Briarwing #faery #fairy #fairy whumpee #fantasy whump #original fiction #fairy caretaker

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loonybun · 2 months

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hi thinking of circus whump rn and gonna make it your problem

- one of those classic sword box tricks, but it’s very much real. I think with an immortal whumpee that would be pretty neat.

- sad clown whumpee breaking down mid-performance, sobbing to the audience and letting go of years of anguish… Only to be quickly interrupted with a quick punchline from another clown! The audience, none the wiser, roars with laughter.

- a caged inhuman/supernatural whumpee being awed at as they’re paraded through the tent. get a whole freak show while you’re at it!

- a very poorly trained acrobat whumpee being forced to walk a high tightrope. without a net, obviously.

- a whumper as a ringmaster, showing clear favoritism towards the better performing acts of the night and giving them special privileges like decent food.

- saw this one comment under a song that suggested a faerie circus (as in faeries putting humans in a circus) and it has not and will never leave my brain. the POTENTIAL.

- bleeding out backstage. there’s no medical care in sight. you’d expect a circus to have better health insurance.

- a whumpee or caretaker looking after or finding comfort in the animals in the circus. just trying to provide them with more care than they were given.

- evil clowns! if you like evil clowns, why not use em? clown whumpers clown whumpers clown whumpers…..

if you write anything using these please tag me i will go nuts.

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump prompt #whump writing #clown whump #circus whump #acting whump #stage whump #display whump #dehumanization whump #inhuman whumpee #immortal whumpee #fae whumper #fae whump

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 months

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🥄 Force-feeding for Ryan or Danny please

CW: Not-exactly-human whumpee, iron burns, mouth whump, intimate/creepy whumper, dehumanization

Every bite burns.

His palms press into the uneven old floor, fingers scraping along the stained, ancient tile. He has to lower himself down, lapping up the broth with his tongue, holding back a whimper as it tingles, burns, throbs. His gums ache, his teeth hurt, as he forces himself to chew a bit of beef, swallowing only with effort.

Ryan closes his eyes against the sting of tears.

"Good," Abraham says, voice low and husky. "Again."

He swallows, tasting iron and copper. The corners of his mouth are torn and bleeding, his lips roughly chapped. As the liquid coats his mouth, the skin pulls apart, reopening tender spots that had only just begun to heal. Blood mixes with the seasoning.

Tastebuds slough away as the iron Abraham has mixed into the stew moves over his tongue, leaving tender, unready tissue to burn ever deeper.

He has to take another bite.

Ryan forces himself to lean down, trying to focus on the burn of the muscles in his arms as they stretch to hold his weight, and laps up a little cooked carrot.

His mouth flashes in terrible pain.

He coughs, fighting the urge to spit it out, feeling the weight of Abraham's eyes on him. Ryan and Danny kneel side by side on the floor, and Ryan doesn't dare look at his brother.

Not because of what Abraham might do.

But because he's not sure if he looks into Danny's eyes, that there will be anything there in the blue eyes that look back. Sometimes, Danny just... isn't there, anymore.

Ryan isn't convinced he will always come back.

Ryan breathes, saltwater dripping into the stew. The iron in it burns all the way down his throat. A bright, hot ache grows in his chest and even down to his stomach.

There's only a few bites left.

He can't do this.

"Please," He whispers. "Please, I can't."

"Of course you can," Abraham coos, syrupy-sweet, leaning over to run his fingers through Ryan's tangled hair, scratching along his scalp. It sends goosebumps up and down Ryan's arms, and he fights the urge to jerk backwards.

Never pull away from Abraham's touch.

"You said you were hungry," Abraham continues, falsely sympathetic, petting Ryan like a frightened dog. White hair falls against his cheek as he looks down. "Didn't you? So finish your food, Faerie Boy. Neither of you gets up until it's gone."

"Nnn-" He catches himself.

Never say no.

Ryan groans instead of answering, staring down at what's left in the bowl. It's not that much-

It's too much.

It's so, so much.

It's going to hurt so much.

"Y-yes, Abraham," He whispers, because always answer Abraham, never hesitate when he speaks to you. The rules burn nearly as badly as the iron. The rules... and the fact that he knows every single one, now.

It's just a few more bites.

He can't do this-

He has to do this.

The iron collar around his throat burns on the outside, and every single bite burns all the way down within.

Abraham makes him lick up the blood that drips from his tongue, too.

#daniel michaelson's story #the bad arc #mouth whump #tongue whump #nonhuman whumpee #fae whumpee #fae whump #forced feeding #dehumanization tw #creepy whumper #captive whumpee #pet whump #whump

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whumpwillow · 10 months

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Types of whumpees, a comprehensive list

this is really more for my own personal reference since I need to write everything down because my brain is made of smashed banana and cannot remember anything ever. 🍌

species / role:

mortal whumpee, the average human being

immortal whumpee

vampire whumpee

demon whumpee

angel whumpee

phoenix whumpee

elf whumpee

faery whumpee

tiny whumpee

giant whumpee

android whumpee

cyborg whumpee

robot whumpee

draconic whumpee

mer whumpee

dryad / plant-person whumpee

mage whumpee

royal whumpee

bodyguard whumpee

knight whumpee

naga whumpee

werewolf whumpee

dhampir whumpee

genie / djinn whumpee

ghost whumpee

zombie whumpee

undead whumpee

selkie whumpee

pet / box boy whumpee

guard dog whumpee

living weapon whumpee

assassin whumpee

spy whumpee

rebel whumpee

deity whumpee

slave whumpee

mafia boss whumpee

CEO whumpee

whumper-turned-whumpee

caretaker-turned-whumpee

villain whumpee

superhero whumpee

sidekick whumpee

civilian whumpee

famous whumpee

known whumpee

returner / regressor whumpee

monster hunter whumpee

behavior:

defiant whumpee

stoic whumpee

weak whumpee

cowardly whumpee

pathetic whumpee

obedient whumpee

prideful whumpee

detached whumpee

enduring whumpee

feral whumpee

vicious whumpee

powerful whumpee

bargaining whumpee

disbelieving whumpee

hopeful whumpee

hopeless whumpee

self-loathing whumpee

regretful whumpee

conditioned whumpee

Feel free to add on to this post if you think of any more!

#whump #whumpee #types of whumpees #whumpee types #whump list #whump resources #whump resource #whump reference #whump ref #a regressor or returner means someone who has gone back in time #which is something you'd see if you read literally any manhwa ever

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deckofaces · 1 year

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Hi bestiiie please please please could you write a fae whumpee with yandere human(s)? No pressure ofc and thank you in advance 💕

Please accept these lesbian fairies as a token of my appreciation ✨️

Omg of course you can request that bestie <3 I hope you like it! (Also ugh I love the fairies, I cherish them)

Gilded Cage

Tw: burns/blisters, yandere whumper, captivity, fae whumpee, use of iron against whumpee

Faerie sat down on the soft, but fake grass of their room. Surrounding them there were potted plants everywhere. Some of them were huge and almost reached the ceiling while the others were tiny. It seemed like an insult, the fake forest Human provided for them. They missed the real one, the one they were from. Their wings were folded behind their back and tears ran down their face as they wished they could escape.

They looked down at their wrist. It throbbed horribly. There sat an iron cuff, the human that had taken them prisoner knew enough about fae to not fall for their tricks and knew that iron weakened them. So much so they could not escape.

Faerie hopelessly picked at the cuff, trying anything to pull it off their wrist. All they could do was wince in pain as the action just burned their fingers.

They glanced up as they heard the loud sound of the door unlocking. Human stepped into the room carrying a bag with them and crouched down in front of the faerie. They wiped their tears, though Faerie pulled their head away soon after.

“Hello my Faerie,” Human hummed, admiring the faerie that sat in front of them.

“Don’t call me that,” they whispered in reply, “I do not know your name, do not use mine.”

Human chuckled at that, wiping more tears. “Oh dear.. You know I can’t give you my name. That is not why you are here. But do not think about that.. Why are you crying?”

Why had the faerie been crying? Maybe humans really were that stupid. Everything about their situation made them want to sob. But currently it was the condition of their wrist. It looked to be covered in burns from the iron cuff, and it ached like nothing else they have ever felt. They weakly lifted their cuffed wrist, showing Human their burns.

The human did not look too fazed by all the burns and blisters, as if they expected it to happen. But when they spoke, they sounded calm and almost caring. “That will not do, I do not want permanent scarring if I can help it. I need to keep your beauty intact.”

They stood up and walked towards the bathroom that connected to the faerie’s main room. They leaned against the wooden door waiting for Faerie. “Well? Come on then.”

Faerie hesitated on the ground. Human would help them? There must be a trick, but they looked back down at their burning wrist and thought anything would be better in that moment than the iron on their skin. They shakily stood up and made their way to the bathroom.

“Once you fully understand that this is where you are meant to stay, Faerie, the iron cuff will no longer be necessary.” Human unlocked the cuff, it fell off their wrist and they put it back in their bag. Faerie almost cried out from relief as the pain suddenly lessened and cool air hit their skin.

Soon after, Faerie heard the sound of rushing water coming from the faucet. Human put their arm under it, they tried to yank their arm away at the sudden cool feeling, but Human’s grip on their arm tightened.

“Shh don’t do that. The water is cooling the burn. It will ease the pain dear Faerie.” Human guided their wrist back under the water which caused them to sharply inhale. However they slowly started to relax, they hated that the human had been right. After a few minutes the pain eased to a low throb.

To prevent drying out the skin, Human turned off the water and took out lotion from their bag. They put a little in their hand and applied it to Faerie’s wrist. Their touch felt so gentle, Faerie found themself relaxing just a bit, letting out a breath they were holding.

Their eyes followed Human’s hand on their burned wrist. “Why..”

“Hm? What is it?” They paused their work, looking up at Faerie and meeting their eyes.

Faerie gulped, trying again. “Why.. why do I have to stay here?” They tensed up again, afraid of Human’s reaction to their question.

Human smiled warmly at them. “The city is too dangerous for you. You were lucky that I was the one that found you first when you wandered into civilization.”

Tears welled up in Faerie’s eyes again, they wished someone else found them. “You could have just taken me back to the forest. Not here.”

Human found sterile gauze bandages in their bag as well. They took care to wrap it loosely around Faerie’s wrist. “Dear, dear, there is no reason to cry. If I took you back to the forest, I could never guarantee your safety. Forests can be dangerous too. Or what if a faerie hunter came after you? I would never forgive myself. You will be better in my hands.”

“But-“

“No buts,” Human said lovingly to the faerie. They ran their hand through their long wavy hair, massaging their scalp.

“Let’s go back out into the main room, I’ll let you rest without the iron cuff on, you look exhausted.”

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hurtthemgently · 1 year

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Ceran and his faerie

Pt 9: lies, truths, and in between.

Masterlist

Cw: non con touching and kissing, creepy comfort, blood, biting, vampire whumper, creepy/intimate whumper,

//forced to hide injuries, forced to deceive caretaker, emotional whump

Kimmi awoke to strong arms around them. One under their head, one around their waist. Without thinking, they pressed a kiss to the portion of arm next to their head. They were pressed snugly to whoever was in the bed with them. Fighting hard not to think about who it was, they tried to settle back into sleep. They’d had their wings glamoured, so the steady breath pressing into their back only served to make them even comfier.

He stirred slightly and pulled them closer, hand pressed under their ribcage, elbow wrapping around them. He nuzzled into the back of their neck, sending shivers down their spine. Not entirely unpleasant shivers.

They swallowed and tried to keep control of their breathing. Keeping a handle of their pulse had been out of the question for a while now.

He shifted, taking a breath and leaning to press into them even more. “Good morning love.”

His voice was soft and tired. Unlike the voice he used when he was thinking of something torturous, which was soft and cruel. They relaxed a bit. “Wasn’t your sister supposed to arrive today?”

“Yeah… she’ll be here..” he reached out with magic to check the time on his phone, not wanting to physically move. “In about an hour.”

“Is there anything you.. need to get done?” They hoped that he’d leave. Or let them leave.

“Nope.” He shifted, pulling his arm from under them, and leaned up to press kisses the side of their neck. Kimmi grit their teeth, barely containing a sigh. They gasped when teeth sunk into their neck.

He was practiced at feeding, and kept it as painless as he could- but he couldn’t help twisting his tongue, feeling as their heart quickened at the touch.

They gasped quietly, realizing they had been holding their breath. He pulled away, and pressed a finger over the wound. The pressure hurt more than the actual bite, and they yelped.

“Hey, hold still, I’m just gonna stop the bleeding.” He kissed them, making them taste their own blood, before wiping a tear from their cheek.

“I could do with a morning snack more often, maybe I should keep you in here permanently.” He reached and grabbed a paper napkin from the nightstand, replacing his finger with it.

He let them hold the napkin in place while he got a bandage.

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After placing the bandage on their neck, Ceran had gone, giving no explanation as to that he was doing. This left Kimmi to themself. They leaned against the wall, trying to get ahold of their glamour.

It could hide their expressions, but they’d have to be careful with their words and movements. Deception was a difficult process, one they’d learned from years in the world of the fae.

But this.. hiding something they didn’t actually want to hide… they weren’t sure. Taking a deep breath, they sang the proses that wove their glamour, holding it in place. The more they reapplied the glamour the stronger and more complex they could make it.

The sound of an engine approached the house. Separating the blinds of the window, they saw a figure on a motorcycle coming up the driveway.

They’d have to be careful.

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“Been a long time.” Mentari pushed her motorcycle into the garage, wincing at the scratches and dings it had accumulated off road.

“Five years isn’t that much. We’re both almost a century old.” He brushed a hand against the paint, a scratch sizzling away with magic.

“It’s a lot when our little brother is 15. You should call mom.” She almost said something more, but decided against it. Moving on, she continued speaking. “So what’s this about you dating someone new? I thought you gave up on ever loving someone again.”

Ceran snorted. “Ha-ha. I met them only a couple weeks ago.”

“And you’re already living together?”

“They needed a place to stay. I had them in- I lent them the guest room for a bit, but they wanted to sleep in my room. And of course I’m not gonna refuse that.”

“Sure.” She narrowed her eyes. “I smell.. fae? Not another unseelie I hope.” The teasing smile was quick to return.

“Nooo, I’ve learned my lesson. Kimmi is from the spring court.”

“I hear footsteps.” She turned her head to listen into the house. “I would really like to meet this ‘Kimmi.�� They sound.. interesting.”

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Kimmi had changed into the warmest clothes they could find, taking full advantage of the deal they’d made. They descended the stairs as quiet as possible, even though the the two vampires could probably hear them anyway.

They paused, seeing the two of them in the kitchen, Ceran leaning against a counter, his sister sitting on the counter opposite.

They could not have been more different. Ceran wore flannels, button downs, sweaters. They’d seen him fake glasses even.

She had a leather jacket, spikes on the shoulders, her steel toed boots rested on the back of a chair.

“So you’re this mysterious faerie I’ve been hearing about. Nice to meet you, I’m Mentari.” She jumped down and stepped over, holding out her hand.

“Oh umm, hi.. im usually called Kimmi.” They shook her hand, careful to keep their fae magic out of the conversation. “Nice to meet you too.”

“So, hey would you mind picking up that part you need for my cycle?” She directed the question at Ceran, changing the conversation. “That way the two of us can have time time to get acquainted.”

“Oh sure yeah.” He looked at her for a second before shrugging and turning to leave, unconcerned since the deal would make it impossible for Kimmi to tell her anything.

As soon as he left, Mentari sat back on the counter, elbow resting in her knee, head in her hand.

“I hope my brother hasn’t been too much trouble.” She smiled, knowing the expression could be heard in her voice.

“Oh umm.. he hasn’t really caused any problems.” Lots of pain and fear and anxiety. But not problems.

“Good. If he bothers you tell me, I’ll break a plate over his head.” She laughed, listening for the garage door to close.

“So what’s actually going on.” She turned serious the moment Ceran was out of earshot. Don’t try and diflect, I can tell that’s what you’re doing.

“I’m not sure what exactly you’re talking about.” They turned away to hide how their jaw tensed involved.

“Are you sure about that? Because the moment I asked that question your heartbeat skyrocketed.” She sounded concerned.

“I- I don’t know how you want me to respond.” A safe answer. One that didn’t violate the deal. Since she already knew… they tried to shape the words. ‘He kidnapped me.’ The sound never came. ‘He’s keeping me as a blood bag.’

“I was afraid this would happen.” She sighed, laying on the countertop. “He’s always been inclined to keep favourites. And if the way he’s treating you is in any way similar to back then, then you’re probably not okay right now.”

“I… he promised he wouldn’t hurt me.” Like a script. The words came automatically. Prepared.

“For how long?” She looked surprised.

“For… until.. until you leave.” They could feel the magic, as it swirled through their words. It wouldn’t stop them from saying anything that she didn’t already know.

She sighed and put her head in her hand. “I had really hoped this wouldn’t happen. Look, I don’t know how much I can actually do to help. I’m sorry.. please don’t get your hopes up.”

“B- but you’re his older sister… isn’t he supposed to do what you say?” Isn’t that how siblings work?

“No? I honestly can’t make him do anything. He’ll respect my word until a point.. but I don’t know where that point is. I’ll do my best to talk to him. I want to help I really do..”

Kimmi nodded, heart sinking. “I- I understand.” They bit back tears.

“I’m sorry..” she looked distressed.

“It’s-” they turned away. “It’s… I understand..” they couldn’t say it was okay. It wasn’t okay. They left the room and went upstairs.

From her spot on the counter, Mentari lowered her head, not wanting to hear their breathless attempts to hold back sobs.

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whumpsday · 10 months

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Annie's Prisoners

Writing Masterlist | G/t writing tag

g/t sideblog here! @smallsday

content: g/t, whump, tiny whump, fairy whumpee, begging, rescue, captivity, wing whump, magical exhaustion, bullying

Whumpmas in July Day 21: "Please" GT July Day 21: Secret

here's the last of the GT July "crossovers" i'm doing during WIJ! it was fun to write more tiny whump :)

"Okay, but you don't tell anyone."

Annie got down on the floor, pulling a pink plastic hamster cage out from under her bed.

Parisa could hardly believe what she was seeing. Inside the cage was what looked like a fairy, no more than four inches tall, cowering in the corner. He had wings, but they stopped abruptly about halfway through, leaving him with uneven little trapezoids.

The fairy didn't look pleased to see either of them, hiding himself as well as he could inside the plastic tube running up one wall of the cage- which wasn't very well at all, considering the tube was transparent.

Parisa knelt down on the carpet to see closer, star-struck. "What is this?"

"My fairy!" Annie boasted. "I caught him myself, he was drinking from the birdbath in the backyard! I just shot him with Calvin's Nerf gun and grabbed him while he was all dazed and stuff. Don't act surprised, it's not like you haven't insisted fairies were real since preschool."

Annie was right, Parisa had always been obsessed with fairies. Her notebooks were covered with fairy stickers, she'd spent her whole childhood playing Pixie Hollow, and she'd read book after book on faery mythology. A part of her had always believed that with so many different stories and accounts of them, fairies had to exist in some form, somewhere. Even as she got older and felt more and more that she was being silly, a small part of her always knew.

And she was right.

She would normally be jumping for joy, but... the fairy was obviously not as enamored with Annie's recollection of his capture. He teared up a little, hugging himself as he cringed as far away from them as possible, his severed wings tucked behind him.

Parisa frowned. "He looks kind of sad."

Annie waved away her concern. "He's always pouting. But I haven't even shown you the cool part. He can do magic and stuff!"

The fairy's head snapped up at that, a look of horror dawning on his face.

"But I already did a spell for you today!" Though it seemed like he was attempting to shout, his voice came out tinny and quiet, just as small as he was.

"You can do another for Rissie," Annie said firmly. "But yeah, seriously, you can't tell anyone. Can you imagine? Some government prick would totally take him away from me to experiment on him or whatever, like in the movies."

"Do your parents know?" Parisa asked.

"Oh god no. But I'm taking him to college with me in September, so I won't have to worry about that anymore." Annie sat cross-legged, picking the cage up and moving it into her lap to rest her arms on. The fairy grimaced as she began drumming her fingers absentmindedly on the lid.

"I've had him for almost two months now. I would've shown you sooner, but I wanted to wait until after graduation so you couldn't tell anyone at school. It's not like you talk to anyone besides me anyway, but can't be too careful. But Ciel can change that!"

She held the cage up triumphantly. "I knew you'd be totally helpless without me since we're going to different schools, so I wanted to make sure you were aaaaall set. He can't do like, big things, he's not a genie. But he can do little things. Like make you a little luckier for a while, stuff like that. I use it for studying, too. But I figured he could do a charisma spell on you or something, and it'd help you make new friends at your little state school!"

"I can't do another spell yet, please, I already did one! I don't have enough magic left," Ciel pleaded, looking up at Annie as his tears started to fall. "You said college isn't something that starts until autumn, there's time! It'll hurt too much if I do another now, please no more!"

Parisa's shock slowly gave way to horror as the fairy's deplorable conditions became more and more apparent. She wanted to say something, but she knew Annie would just get defensive and guilt her if she did.

"Yeah, it'd probably be more effective closer to September anyway," Parisa agreed quickly, unable to push down a feeling of hope that Ciel would like her for agreeing with him.

"Fine, whatever," Annie sighed, roughly shoving the cage back under the bed. Parisa got the feeling she was more interested in showing off than actually helping. "Then you can see him more then. He's my fairy, after all. Let's go back downstairs."

Parisa followed Annie, but didn't take her eyes off the dark space under the bed until the door was firmly shut behind them.

It was hard to go back to hanging out normally, and she couldn't keep herself from asking question after question about Ciel. Parisa really wanted to just see him again, but she knew he would hate that, so she didn't ask to.

But as Annie told story after story, it only solidified the fact that what was happening here was wrong. She was practically torturing the delicate little creature, draining him of magic to his absolute limit.

Parisa dreaded the answer, but she couldn't not ask. "What happened to his wings?"

"Don't be a baby about it, but I had to trim them after he tried to fly away one time," Annie said, like it was nothing.

"Wouldn't that hurt?" She tried to do what Annie said, to not be a baby about it, but it was getting ridiculously hard. She wanted to cry, hearing her best friend had done something like that.

"No, it was like getting a haircut, I think. Except permanent. He didn't like, scream or anything." Annie shoved her lightly on the arm. "I said don't be a baby."

"Right. Right." This was all wrong. This wasn't how discovering fairies were real was supposed to be. She had to get out of Annie's face. "I feel like I'm gonna be sick," she lied.

"Ew, go." Annie pointed upstairs. "God, you're so sensitive."

Parisa darted up to the bathroom, where she felt like she could breathe a little better. How was she supposed to live the rest of her life knowing Annie was torturing a fairy? They weren't even going to schools in the same state. She wouldn't be able to do anything to help. She might not ever get to see him again after whatever spell Annie wanted him to do.

Unless she took a peek right now.

Parisa snuck into Annie's room, hoping she wouldn't come to check on her, and carefully pulled the cage out from under the bed.

Ciel clung to the metal spout of the water bottle, like she'd interrupted him while he was drinking. He looked around wildly, relaxing a little bit when he realized Annie wasn't here. "Is she coming?" he asked, his voice so quiet Parisa could just barely hear him.

"No. I'm not supposed to be in here," she admitted. "I just wanted to see you again. And, um, check if you're alright."

"I'm not," he answered without hesitation, eyes still shining with tears. "I don't know how much longer I can go on like this. Please, I desperately need help, Miss." He tentatively stepped forward, though his little hands shook. "Rissie, she said your name was?"

"Parisa. You're Ciel?" she asked.

"I am. Please, I can- I'll come back and do a spell for you, once I've had a chance to rest. If you would just..."

He pointed toward the window with a trembling finger. "Please?"

Oh, Parisa wanted so badly to help. "But your wings? How will you get down?"

Ciel sobbed. "I don't know. I need to be away from here, she plans to keep me imprisoned for life. She's careless, she's going to kill me and I won't even get to die outdoors!"

Parisa had to do something, even if it meant she would lose her only friend. She was probably going to lose her either way anyway, once they left in September.

She unlatched the cage, holding a hand bigger than Ciel's whole body out to him. "I'll help. You just have to trust me."

It was obvious from his face that Ciel had a strong distaste for being grasped in human hands. But with no other options, he climbed readily into Parisa's palm. "Please be gentle," he begged.

She was holding a real fairy. It was like a dream, but Parisa couldn't get caught up in that now, she had to focus on protecting him. She brought Ciel to the front pocket of her hoodie, carefully placing him inside. "Try not to make any noise or move around too much. I'll keep you safe, I promise."

Parisa could feel the fairy's little heartbeat thrumming away against her as she headed back downstairs.

"Yeah, I'm really not feeling good," she told Annie. "I think I'm just gonna go home."

"'Kay, whatever." Annie shrugged. "If you get over yourself by tomorrow, you can come watch him do a spell for me."

Annie would figure out it was her, Parisa knew. But what could she do? It wasn't like she could tell anyone she stole her fairy. And now that they'd graduated high school, she could just... never see Annie again, if she felt like it.

"Goodbye, Annie." Parisa walked out the door without another word.

She waited until she'd walked far enough away from Annie's house and she couldn't see anyone else around to stick her hand in her pocket, offering it to Ciel. "Coast is clear."

He crawled into her hand, and Parisa lifted him out. His eyes instantly went up toward the stars, and she saw him smile for the first time.

"Thank you," he breathed. "It's really over?"

"It's over. I won't let her take you back," Parisa assured him. "What do you want to do?"

"What I want...? I can't just fly off," Ciel lamented. "I'm not sure yet. I- I sort of just want to rest now. She keeps me so tired all the time."

"You can rest. Do you wanna go back in my pocket?" Parisa asked.

He nodded. "Yes, I think I do."

Parisa softly set him back down inside, both of them feeling freer than they'd ever been as she walked them home.

tune in monday for some alien whump! 👽 and the following thursday for some kane & jim

this is ciel's cage btw. never put a living creature in this monstrosity

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whump-and-other-misfortunes · 3 months

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Bambi and the King

cw fantasy whump, captivity, nonhuman whumpee, defiant whumpee, royalty

Cassian choked on the wine he was drinking. “You what?” he demanded between coughs, handing the glass to one of his servants.

“A wood nymph,” Valeria, the leader of the royal guard, repeated with a stoic expression. “We found him about fifty miles west, sneaking through Arlo Forest. The little thing was a pain to catch, but we got him.”

Cassian was still reeling. A nymph venturing into his kingdom was almost unheard of—they knew better. And the fact that his guard had managed to capture the creature was equally stunning. As far as magical beings went, nymphs were up there with faeries in terms of flightiness and cunning. “You have him?” Cassian repeated in disbelief.

Valeria nodded once. “Yes, your majesty. Would you like us to bring him in?”

The man waved his hands in an aborted gesture. “Um—yes. Yes, of course.”

Valeria strode away silently, returning to the throne room a few moments later followed by two other guards. They were each holding an arm of the struggling wood nymph, dragging him to stand before Cassian. He looked young—no older than twenty, maybe, but Cassian wasn’t sure what that meant for nymphs. Soft auburn hair framed his face and he was scowling poisonously.

“Well, isn’t this something,” Cassian drawled, gazing down at the creature. He was tall and thin—willowy, his mind supplied—with big brown eyes. Sweet, like a fawn. He could have almost looked innocent if Cassian didn’t know the strength nymphs were capable of through their magic. And if this one weren’t looking at him like he was a second away from scratching the king’s eyes out.

“Get off me,” the nymph spat, yanking his arms away from the guards.

Cassian waved them off. “It’s alright. Let him go.”

The guards released him and they, along with Valeria, stood to the side. The nymph stayed where he was, standing before Cassian’s throne, but those doe eyes shot daggers at him. Delicate wrists were locked in front of him in gold chains—special cuffs that blocked magic. The only reason they still had the creature there, and he hadn’t already run off or upended the entire castle.

“I must admit,” Cassian said, “I’m very curious why you were trespassing on my land, Bambi.”

The nymph’s glare soured even more, if that was possible. “My name is August.”

Cassian waved his hand dismissively. “Not what I asked. Don’t you know that magical beings are not allowed to enter my kingdom without express permission? Your kind usually isn’t foolish enough to disregard that rule.”

“The second I get these cuffs off, I'll fucking kill you,” August sneered, tugging pointedly at the restraints.

A strange sense of excitement filled Cassian—this was already more entertainment than he’d had in a long time. And if the little nymph at his feet happened to be quite pretty as well, that was just a plus. “Well,” Cassian sighed, “if you don’t wish to answer my questions, then I suppose I'll have to keep you around until you’re ready to talk. Valeria—take him away, please.”

August startled, trying to jerk away from the guards as they returned to grab him. “Wait, I—”

“Don’t worry. They’ll be gentle with you, Bambi,” the king promised sympathetically. He turned his gaze to Valeria, instructing, “Find somewhere nicer to keep him, please. I don’t want our guest catching a chill in the dungeon.”

The nymph’s eyes widened, but the fight quickly returned as Cassian’s guards began to drag him away. “Get your fucking hands off me,” he snapped, before turning over his shoulder to shout at Cassian. “I will claw that stupid, smug look off your face! You can’t keep me here!”

“I’ll come see you soon,” Cassian called after him. Oh, this was going to be fun.

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pt 2

#it's my story and i get to choose the anachronism #i just think bambi is the cutest nickname #especially for a wood nymph #and i have a thing for whumpers calling whumpees by a nickname and refusing to use their actual name #royalty #fantasy whump #captivity #nonhuman whumpee #defiant whumpee #enemies to lovers #whump #writing #whumpblr #whump writing #royal whump #snippet

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whumpcloud · 1 year

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faerie whumpee where whumper always threatened to cut off their wings but instead damaged them so badly that whumpee begs caretaker to cut them off to stop the constant pain

#polly's postings #whump #fairy whumpee #amputation whump #i guess?

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thoughtsonhurtandcomfort · 4 months

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🧚❌ with any fairy or tiny oc! i want to see the most brutal things one can do to someone that can fit in the palm of my hand

Nonhuman Whump Emoji Prompts (darker version)

🧚‍♀️ - fairy or tiny ❌ - extreme torture

Author's Notes: I hope this is brutal enough~

For the device imagine something like this, this, this or this video.

Content Warnings: extreme torture, tiny whumpee, faerie whumpee, "not quite immortal but can withstand more than he should be able to because magic" whumpee, crushed, broken bones, unconsciousness, end could be interpreted as witchcraft or cooking (you'll get it when you get there).

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"No - NO - N-AAAAHHHHHHHH!"

In he goes. Shae thrashes backward with all his strength, but the heavy metal rollers are stronger. They drag him in.

His tiny toes stand no chance, crushed in the machine's ruthless jaws.

Shae screams. He thrashes backwards but it's too late; he's trapped.

The device slows, struggling against an object slightly too big for it. But that object is Shae's body...his slowly broken little feet, then brittle ankles snapped like twigs. No amount of wailing, sobbing, begging, draws an ounce of sympathy from the shadowy figure who watches.

Shae's legs are next. They barely manage to withstand the strain, but his knees aren't so lucky, cracking violently. Shae's whole body jolts and his face twists with a choked scream.

At his hips, the machine jams but doesn't stop. It tries again and again to continue devouring the faerie. The terrible grinding sounds it makes drown out the snap of his hip fracturing; Shae can hardly breathe, let alone cry out. He begins to hyperventilate.

Past its obstacle, the rollers continue turning, clamping down onto his stomach with bruising pressure, squeezing the last breath from him. This, it turns out, is a mercy. His vision quickly darkens and he passes out just in time to miss the shattering of his ribs.

Moments later the machine deposits the faerie's limp, broken body onto the table.

Shae shudders but does not wake. Not when a shadow looms above and fingers pluck him from the surface. Not when he's dropped into a pot of herbs and oils and tossed about.

Not even for what comes next.

#tiny whump #faerie whump #torture #extreme torture #crushed #broken bones #unconsciousness #whump writing #my writing #my ocs #shae #prompt fill #DUN DUN DUNNN #lmk if anyone wants a part 2

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blackrosesandwhump · 8 months

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The Chimera Chronicles, Part 15

Continuation of Part 12

CW: vampire/lab rat whumpee, torture, experimentation, emotional whump, captivity, restraints

Even days after his session in the torture chamber, Asa can still feel the white-hot prick of spikes embedding themselves in his skin. Though free of scars, his skin still remembers, waking him from fitful sleep with phantom pain. His nails, normal for now, scratch absently at his neck.

He transformed.

He became a monster.

Nausea sweeps over his stomach at the thought. For so long, with all his strength and will, he had resisted, even as Steele tried to suffocate him into obeying, even when his body turned to fire with faerie poison. He had resisted. And the moment the spikes penetrated his flesh as Steele tortured him yet again, all of those walls had crumbled.

The nausea turns to shame. He buries his face in the thin pillow and screams noiselessly. Once, long ago, before he learned control and locked the monster away inside, he had hurt someone. Badly. Someone he—

“Number Six. Are you awake?” The orderly’s voice abruptly filters through the door.

Asa sits up, wiping his eyes. “What do you think?” he mutters.

“Dr. Steele wants you.” The lock clicks and the door swings open, revealing Steele’s assistant holding a pair of handcuffs. Of course they want to handcuff him. Maybe they’ll want to gag him too.

But the assistant snaps on the restraints and hurries the boy down the hallway. “He should have ordered a bath too,” the man mumbles. Asa scowls and bares his teeth a little, enough to make the man visibly uncomfortable. At least that’s something.

They round a corner and enter a large room, and Asa immediately sees strangers. A group of people, clad in heavy long coats, unusual badges gleaming on their lapels. Three men, one woman. They glance at him with interest as the orderly steers him forward.

“Honored guests,” Dr Steele announces, “may I present my prize vampire subject, Number Six.”

My name is Asa, the boy thinks, standing rigid under their probing gazes. And I hate you all.

“Number Six, as you know, has successfully transformed, which he will demonstrate for you shortly.”

The world freezes. Demonstrate?

As the meaning of the doctor’s words sinks in, a tight shroud of doom falls over Asa. They want him to transform again. They want him to become a monster.

His heart rises in his throat. He can’t breathe. Not now, not again, please don’t make me, I don’t want to—

“…do you understand, Six? You are now the property of these hunters, and they would like you to transform for them.” Dr. Steele is speaking slowly and carefully, as if to a stupid child. Asa looks up at him, his blood singing at him to run, do something, get away—but the doctor’s assistants are already bundling him into the glass chamber.

Powerless. He’s always powerless, always helpless, always and forever at their mercy.

Steele continues talking as he fastens Asa into the metal restraints. “These vampire hunters have purchased you,” he says, clicking the neck manacle into place over the boy’s throat, “as a specialized test subject. They want you to help them refine their techniques.”

Asa swallows hard, staring up at the colorless ceiling. No, please, don’t do this to me, I don’t want to, I can’t—you don’t understand—

“He's ready. Let’s begin. Gentlemen and madam, please observe.” Steele’s voice sounds distant, muffled by Asa’s frantic thoughts and roaring heartbeat.

You don’t understand what I could do to you…

Metal grates against itself. Familiar, white-hot agony lances through Asa’s body. His mouth cracks open in a soundless scream. His mind starts to fade.

You don’t know…what I did…

The room fizzles out in a sea of pain. Asa twitches and jerks under his restraints, transforming, turning into the creature he loathes.

And a woman’s face flashes into his clouded mind, brief but clear. Her expression draws a ragged scream from his lungs.

You don’t know what I did…to my mother.

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