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avvail-whumps · 2 months

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Royal Bought: Sampling #5

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content warnings: vampire whump, defiant whumpee, human auction house, captivity, manhandling, minor blood

The vampire’s grasp was unrelenting, but that was to be expected when Luke had done something as stupid as spit in his face.

He could still taste the sticky glob of blood between his teeth, pooling from his split lip, a numbing, throbbing sensation having replaced the aching pain by now. The tip of his boots clipped against the edge of the stairs as he was unceromiously hoisted up, his eyes watering.

Luke heard the clang of the door being pushed open, revealing a more modern interior as he was led — or better yet, dragged — down the corridor. It was buzzing with workers passing by, mostly vampires, but even then, Luke caught a glimpse of some of the blank faced humans working obediently.

It sent a shiver down his spine.

No one really paid attention to them, all except the occasional glance, no doubt due to Luke’s bloodied face and the way he was being manhandled down the corridor. Was it uncommon for humans to fight back? He didn’t think it was that, so much. They were merely glancing at him as if he was this wild, untamed dog with no manners.

The vampire eventually came to a stop in front of a door, pushing Luke inside the room with a hard shove. He staggered, the grip on his hair having been released, a cry of relief coming from his sore scalp. The door was shut behind him, and even though Luke wanted to wrench his head around and send a deadly glare towards the creature, he was more taken aback by one sat on a comfortable looking couch in front of him.

This vampire looked older, his lips pulled into a calming smile.

The room was strange to Luke. He had grown up in a camp in the middle of the wilderness, making use of anything they could around them to live. There were things in here that he had never seen before - more namely, the light source of the room. There were no windows here, and yet, the place was not shrouded in darkness.

Luke’s eyes wandered around in confusion.

“Welcome,” the older vampire hummed kindly, gesturing to the space in front of him. “Please, take a seat.”

There was a table with rectangular sheets of paper and what seemed to be some sort of small kit of tools. Luke’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, throwing a subtle glance over his shoulder. The previous creature had closed the door behind him, remaining in the room. He was looking at Luke with disdain etched into those hardened features.

“There’s no need to be afraid,” the older vampire lulled, drawing Luke’s attention back to him like a magnet. He swallowed uneasily at the pleasant aura the vampire was exuding. His voice was soothing and calm. Why? Wasn’t he here to be sold off? “I know this all might be a little new and confusing for you. Let me introduce myself: my name is Silvan. And you must be Luke.”

Luke shifted uncomfortably at the knowledge of his name, uttered with such confidence. Silvan must have been quite an old vampire, considering the skin on his pale face was slightly weathered, and there were hundreds of years lingering in his eyes. He was wearing a tailored suit, black on dark raspberry sorbet, contrasted against his greying hair.

Silvan’s eyes were intense, even when Luke wasn’t looking at them, and it was like they were stripping every personal detail from him with ease. His voice was like smooth velvet when he spoke, low, dulcet tones coming from his tongue.

“You lived beyond the Collared Forest, am I correct?”

The first vampire moved silently behind him, as if his feet didn’t even touch the ground. When Luke glanced at him again, he had retreated from the door, boxing him in. Unlike Silvan, this was a clear warning to sit down and do as he was told.

Luke’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, the taste of copper still fresh on his tongue. Against his better judgement, his legs managed to gain some of their strength back, and he begrudgingly circled around the plush couch, sitting opposite the older vampire. The material was incredibly soft, and Luke wondered what it was made from, how it was shaped in such a peculiar way, and if everything here was this comfortable.

“Why do you care?” Luke gritted out, his narrowed eyes watching the older vampire like a hawk as he reached for some soft tissues out of a box, holding them out for him to take. He didn’t.

“Ah, I’ll take that as a yes then, I suppose,” he mused, brow cocked in amusement. His pointed eyes flitted over to the other vampire with a hum. “His blood?”

“He was misbehaving,” he sniffed codly, nose turned up. “He’s ill mannered and has a ridiculous temperment.”

Luke was almost offended. They were talking about him as if he couldn’t hear them.

“The scent will spread fast, Silas,” the older vampire sighed deeply, his head tilted and hands back in his lap. He didn’t look like he was even considering Luke’s blatant rudeness for ignoring the tissues handed to him.

“So do rumours,” Silas spoke smoothly. “It won’t matter in the end.”

Luke’s fingers twisted into his thighs. The older vampire’s gaze had almost softened for a brief moment when his eyes wandered back over to him, as if remembering that Luke was here and they had a job to do. Judging by the kit on the table and the way the other boy had informed him that humans were hoarded off for “sampling”, he figured this was exactly that. A sampling of his blood to determine if he was expensive produce, he didn’t doubt.

“The process can be pleasant if you just behave,” Silvan smiled warmly, speaking to him as though he would be inclined to take him up on that advice. “You’re very important to us. We don’t want to have to hurt you to keep you in line.”

He found that hilarious; vampires weren’t exactly a beacon of truth. The sticky blood on his face and the numbness of his lip was a reminder that they had no issue hurting their livestock if it meant keeping them in line.

“Bullshit,” Luke hissed, his nose wrinkling in disdain. “Important? You’re selling us off like cattle.”

“Cattle?” The older vampire mused. “You’re not cattle. We pride ourselves on taking care of our merchandise. We make sure you’re all healthy, fed well, given the proper care and attention when you need it.”

“You sell us,” Luke breathed, his voice almost breathless from even having to utter such horrifying words.

“What happens when you’re bought has nothing to do with us,” Silvan informed firmly, as if that justified the crowd of humans they had awaiting their horrible fate down below. “But here, Luke, you’re safe. If you don’t behave, then we, unfortuantly, have to take the necessary precautions to keep you in line.”

Luke licked his lip. The flesh flared with a raging intensity for a brief moment, and he could map out the distinct tear. Almost to make a point. Silvan noticed it, but he didn’t comment, head tilted in curiosity.

“Physical violence will, of course, be enforced if you don’t cooperate,” the older vampire hummed. “But as I’m sure you know, we have much better, and much tamer, methods. They can feel good.”

He made sure he wasn’t looking at Silvan’s eyes. He felt himself shivering at the memories of Justinian’s compulsion, not wanting his own bodily autonomy to be stripped away from him like that so easily.

“Feel good?” He echoed bitterly.

“Of course,” Silvan smiled. “Some things can be quite euphoric. Compulsion can relax the mind and the body. Even a feeding, if handled properly, can feel good for you, too.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Many humans quite enjoy it,” the older vampire chuckled softly. “They offer themselves up willingly. That’s the price of cooperation in this place. As a human who grew up beyond the Collared Forest, I don’t expect you to understand fully just yet.”

Luke’s chest bubbled with an irritated scoff. His leg was bouncing anxiously at a continuous pace.

“What does that have to do with anything?” He growled slowly, not missing the way Silvan gestured to Silas for a brief moment, who stepped around the table to collect the tissues the older vampire handed to him. Luke suddenly went tense on the couch when Silas turned to face him again.

“You are somewhat of delicacy,” Silvan hummed, treading carefully as if he was pondering on the words as he said them. “It’s rare for there to be humans who lived so far from our territory here. You’ll cause quite a stir in the markets once word spreads around. Especially if the scent of your blood is anything to go off.”

His fingers twitched, itching to reach for his necklace and squeeze it tight for any sort of stability. His heart began racing even faster than before, throwing him for a loop. His adrenaline surged as Silas stepped closer.

“Am I supposed to appreciate that? That I’m good money for you?” He hissed coldly, leaning away from the vampire as prowled closer. “Stay away from me.”

His demands were ignored.

“You want to sample this blood?” Silas asked, his nose wrinkling in disgust at the sight of Luke’s face. A hand closed around his forearm, yanking him back across the couch with a force that gave his shoulder an ache and his skull a wobble.

“No,” Silvan hummed, rising from the seat himself, and leaning down to collect something sharp from the tool kit in front of him. “I’d like it fresh from the vein. But, please. Wipe his face - and let him struggle.”

Maybe it was a cruel demonstration of how no matter how hard Luke fought against this, there was nothing he could do against them. No matter how many times he thrashed, ignored the throbbing pain from the tight holds, or retaliated with his own kicks and smacks, there was nothing he could do.

Silas had him easily pinned down on his back, one single hand locking his wrists together above his head. The vampire’s knee crushed into his ribs, pressing down uncomfortably onto his lungs, careless of Luke’s comfort as he wiped the blood from his face. Luke’s legs kicked out, breathing heavily between clenched teeth, screaming muffled curses and insults against the hand clamped over his mouth, tissues soaking up any fresh blood from his wound.

Silvan was hovering over him now, and Silas easily wrenched his head to the side, exposing the flesh of his neck. Goosebumps exploded across the expanse of skin, and squeezed his eyes shut tight.

“It’ll sting only for a moment,” Silvan warned him calmly, the feeling of cold hands prodding against his neck making him squeal. He felt a sharp prick, his body seizing against his own will. The older vampire pressed something cold against the area, gave it a couple swipes, and then drew away. Silas’ disgruntled expression darkened for a second, letting Luke stew in the position for a moment, before finally letting go of him.

He slapped a hand to his neck, sitting up so fast he’d almost gone dizzy.

“What did you do?” He snapped, his voice still trembling from the hysterics he’d built himself up to. His heart was pounding hard against his ribs. Silvan pinched the small, blood coated needle with his fingers, opting to ignore Luke for a moment. He swiped the needle swiftly against his tongue, giving himself a moment to taste the blood. Silvan then hummed, folded the needle between a white napkin, and placed it down on the table.

“Interesting,” he merely commented, and Luke awkwardly rubbed the side of his neck. “Though, I am not suprised. It’s guaranteed his blood will attract many well-off vampires.”

Silas dumped the bloody tissues in the bin. He didn’t look pleased by the situation at all, his eyes darkened and his expression grim. He wasn’t fatigued by Luke’s struggle at all, having not even broken a sweat, it seemed, or put in hardly enough effort to even quicken his breathing compared to him, who was still trying to catch his breath.

“He’s rabid,” Silas sneered. “Doesn’t matter how attractive his blood is. No one will take him with such an imputent temperament. None that could match the price, certainly.”

Silvan took a seat once more, throwing one leg over the other languidly as he observed Luke with those gleaming eyes, as if calculating exactly what he had in store for him. He clenched his jaw, trying not to let any slither of fear pass over his face. He didn’t want to give them the satisfaction if his fight caused them this much trouble. Luke wasn’t going to make himself easy to sell.

“We have plenty of time to prepare before the auction,” Silvan informed, though he seemed to be talking to Luke as well. He refused to catch his eye. “We’ll give you an opportunity to settle into your circumstances, Luke. I understand this is difficult for you, but there is no denying the inevitable.”

Bitter resentment, as well as this cold, crackling helplessness cut through him like a knife. His voice had almost lost its strength. “Fuck you…”

Silvan only smiled warmly.

“I’ll be sending you to Ileana, now,” he explained, his hands interlocked on his lap casually. “She will take care of everything from there. She’s be your handler, and believe me, our aim here is to take very good care of you. You’ll be provided quality food, clothes, and a room to stay.”

Luke bristled. “Lucky me, huh?”

Silas’ eyes narrowed an inch. “She will also be teaching you how to best accommodate your master, or mistress. It won’t be good for you to misbehave, Luke. We’re giving you the benefit of the doubt because of your…” He gave him a subtle once over. “...unique upbringing, but push your luck, and we will, unfortunately, have to risk completely stripping your mind.”

He remembered the humans he’d seen down the corridor. Lifeless eyes, blank faces, mindlessly following their orders. An empty shell to be used. A horrible shiver rolled down his spine at the thought, and he was sure Silvan caught on to the way his heartbeat quickened.

“You don’t want that, do you, Luke?”

“I don’t want any of this,” he croaked.

“Well,” Silvan hummed, unsympathetic. “That is something you will have to come to terms with.”

The older vampire suddenly straightened, glancing at a unique looking contraption on his wrist. Luke eyed it wearily.

“We need to press on and sample the rest of the humans,” Silvan smiled, his gaze flickering over to Silas with a beaming smile. “Please take him to Ileana and bring me the next one.”

Luke’s expression soured when Silas grasped his arm tightly, yanking him onto his feet. He gave a firm tug, but he wasn’t going to shake the vampire’s grip from him, not without a miracle. He could feel Silvan watching him go intently, his voice rising when he got to the door.

“Good luck, Luke,” the older vampire grinned, flashing his fangs. His voice went right through him, making his stomach twist. “Have a pleasant stay.”

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dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night · 7 months

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Sanctuary part ten

TW: anxiety, fear of death, referenced leeches, referenced gore, human whumpees, multiple whumpees, vampire caretaker

Note: Here it is. The point where the story switches from epistolary to more traditional prose. (At least for now.) We'll still have pretty short chapters.

Mordecai couldn't stand his nerves. In fact, he wanted to meticulously rip every single one of them from his body in gruesome fashion. Surely, that would solve all of his problems and couldn't possibly create new ones.

It had been two days since the letter from his sister had arrived, written on a crumpled note card in much sloppier handwriting than her usual. He could see every tremor of her hands in the shaky red-inked words.

He hadn't set the letter down for even a moment, aside from when he absolutely needed use of his hands and had to stuff it in his pocket. He could recite it from memory now, from all his time spent pacing around the house, reading it over and over again.

"My darling," Ishtar said softly, pulling Mordecai out of his thoughts. "Are you alright? You have yet to eat tonight. I know you're worried for your sister, but I doubt she would encourage you to starve yourself."

Mordecai sighed and rubbed his temples. "I guess you're right. I'm just so… scared." He gestured hopelessly towards Ishtar's front door. "I nearly died out there. What if she-"

"She will not perish," Ishtar interrupted firmly. "I promise you that much. If you wish, I will go out in search of her."

"Please," Mordecai begged. "I don't know where she is. But I'm worried she'll end up how I did- I mean, how I almost did. If you hadn't rescued me…"

Ishtar gently took Mordecai's hand in his own. "Even if she is in as bad a shape as you were, we will nurse her back to full health. Your fretting is doing her no good. Surely you realize."

Mordecai nodded. If there was anything Rahab hated, it was when he panicked over nothing. Like when he would scream over tiny spiders, or nearly vomit from the anxiety of a math quiz.

And she had always been more reasonable than him. More level headed. More intelligent. Better than him in every situation they got thrown into. Surely she would have an easier time surviving.

Ishtar kissed Mordecai's cheek before going out to find Rahab. Mordecai appreciated the gesture, even if being alone was the exact opposite of what he needed. Now there was a selfish thought. How could he still think about himself at a time like this?

But what Mordecai really wanted, from the bottom of his heart, was to see Rahab again. To hug her and never let go. No matter how long he had to wait, or how much effort he needed to put in to help her recover. She had taken care of him for long enough, and now it was his turn.

Though really, it wasn't like Mordecai knew how to remove leeches by himself. That had always been Rahab's responsibility. So, Ishtar would have to pitch in, at least a little.

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whumpy-writings · 2 years

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The Fall of Cesvic

Of Vampires and Men Masterlist

Whumtember 2022 Day 14: City in ruin

Timeline wise this takes place around the same time that Aldon is a student at the Torin Military Academy

CW: Occupation/annexation of city, war, references to religious persecution, fantasy religion, mentions of past abuse

Bastards, Mora thought as she stood at the entrance of the Temple, back straight and hands clenched into fists, watching as the Lucian army marched past.

Mora wished she could wipe the smug grins off their faces. They had annexed her city. Her home. Cesvic had been independent for hundreds of years, made wealthy by the trade between Torin and Lucia. It was one of the few places, after all, where people and goods could cross the mountain border between the two countries. It was a city-state of culture and the arts, known for its libraries and theaters and its great university.

Cesvic was the gem of the continent. But the Lucians and the Torins had been at each other's throats, and the Lucians had decided that taking the city was a strategic move. A way to demonstrate their strength to the Torins without attacking Torin itself. The Lucian bastards had marched up to the city gates with forty thousand soldiers. The city guard had had no other choice. They surrendered without a single shot, and Cesvic had fallen .

Mora didn't care about the military stuff. No, what she cared about was that the Lucians had declared the worship of Clea, the Goddess of Humans, illegal just last year. The Goddess whose Temple she now stood in front of. The Goddess she worshipped.

Mora remembered well the refugees who had fled through Cesvic into Torin when the worship of Clea was outlawed in Lucia. The monks had offered shelter to the vampires and their humans who were passing through the city. The vampires had been scared, but the humans had been absolutely terrified. The refugees had brought with them stories of how Temples were being ripped apart by the people, monks executed and humans sent to the auction block. More often than not, the humans were bought and immediately drained dry. Followers of Clea were being harassed and beaten on the streets. Now that the Lucians were here in Cesvic, Mora knew that her Temple would be the next to fall.

"Come inside," Benedict said, jolting Mora from her thoughts. "I've gathered everybody in the common room. We need to talk." His voice was low and he was eyeing the soldiers warily.

Mora nodded and followed the older monk back into the Temple, shutting the door behind her. She leaned her forehead against the door and closed her eyes as tears started to burn.

"I'm scared," she whispered. Benedict sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair.

"So am I. But everything will be okay," he said. Mora looked at him skeptically.

"How do you know?" she asked.

"I have faith in our Goddess," Benedict said with conviction.

Mora just nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She loved her Goddess with her whole heart, but at the same time she worried that Clea would not be able to protect them. Not this time.

Mora followed Benedict through the Temple. The orange flames of candles gleamed off the white marble floors and incense filled the air. Mora had always found peace in the Temple. Ever since she was a little girl attending services with her family. She could still remember the day she had stood in front of the altar and decided that she would dedicate her life to the service of the Goddess. Mora smiled at the memory.

She took a deep breath as she and Benedict stopped in front of the altar. They bowed before the statue of Clea.

Please protect us, Goddess, Mora prayed silently.

Then she followed Benedict into the rectory. Everybody was gathered in the communal living space and Mora's stomach twisted when she smelled the fear on the two humans who lived at the Temple, Julia and Ira.

Julia had been with them for close to fifteen years now, and though wrinkles were starting to show on her face, her eyes held the same sparkle as when she had first arrived. Or at least they usually did. Right now, Julia was sitting on the sofa with her knees pulled up to her chest and she was resting her head on Ira's shoulder. She was weeping quietly. Ira in turn was shaking as Tobias, the other monk at the Temple, held him and gently stroked his hair. Tobias and Julia looked up when they entered.

"What's going to happen to us?" Julia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Mora's heart ached. She sat down next to the human and took her hands.

"You two will be safe," Mora said with a squeeze. "We'll never let anything happen to you."

"But the Lucians-"

"The Lucians will never touch you," Benedict said. "Never. They are smart enough to realize that attacking the Temple will anger the population. They don't have as tight a hold on the city as they like to think."

"And if they do try anything, the three of us will keep you two safe. We'll die before we let them hurt you," Tobias said.

Mora felt the dread in the pit of her stomach. What Benedict and Tobias said was true. The people of Cesvic was faithful to the Goddess. But she worried that it wouldn't be for long. Sooner or later, the Lucians would come for the followers of Clea. And they had to be ready.

"I can't go back," Ira said quietly. "I can't." His shaking was getting worse. Julia let go of Mora's hands to wrap him in a hug. "I can't, I can't," he murmured into her shoulder. "I can't go back to the chains and the beatings." Mora could smell his terror. While Julia had lived with a kind vampire before she was given to the Temple, Ira had been treated as nothing more than a meal. It had taken years for him to stop referring to himself as Bloodbag.

"Shh, it's okay Ira, you don't have to go back," Julia said gently. "You'll stay right here, with me and Tobias and Mora and Benedict. You'll never have to go back there."

Mora closed her eyes. She hoped Julia was right. Her stomach twisted at the thought of the two humans being clamped in chains and beaten and abused. She would do anything to protect them. Anything.

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rosewriteswhump · 1 year

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Whump Wheel 2

Cave In

CW: cave in, death, guilt

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They were too late, the walls of the cave had collapsed on the humans before Harley had noticed. It was their fault the humans died -even if they had ignored the safety signs- and they had a job to do. Harley bit back tears as they dug the bodies out from the rubble, some of them unrecognizable.

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I hope you enjoyed the drabble! I'm going to be doing a few of these and I hope they make people happy. Also please let me know if I miss any tags, I will add them as soon as I find out.

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 2 months

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Whumper drugging Whumpee up so they're super docile and out of it for when the other whumpers come over for a whumper party. Whumper's guests take turns cooing over Whumpee, petting them, holding them in their laps and feeding them little treats like pieces of fruit or chocolate. The whumpers fighting for the adorable Whumpee's attention, however limited it may be. Now imagine Whumpee is a human and the whumpers are all fae.

...should I write this?

#whump prompt #fae whump #fae whumper #human whumpee #whump #pet whump

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snakebites-and-ink · 2 months

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Thinking about how some people kiss certain objects for luck before using them (dice before rolling, less commonly but more relevantly guns before shooting, etc.) and like. What if someone kissed their living weapon before each mission for luck?

#they deserve a little smooch. but we can do it without humanizing them 😈#living weapon whumpee #living weapon whump #whump #whump thoughts #my non writing posts #my posts

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whumpeteerscrankli · 1 month

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Whumpees who are difficult to love.

Whumpees who have done terrible things (which they may or may not have enjoyed doing).

Whumpees who refuse to/can’t change for the better.

Whumpees who aren’t perfect victims.

Caretakers who desperately try to love Whumpee.

Caretakers who wish for Whumpee to try to redeem themselves.

Caretaker’s hopes being crushed when Whumpee does something that reminds them that why whumpee was once Whumper’s favorite.

Caretakers who grow tired of caring for someone as hopeless as Whumpee.

Caretakers whose patience is running out.

#whump tropes #whumpee #caretaker #angry caretaker #my whump #living weapon whumpee #human weapon whump #whump prompt #irredeemable whumpee (?)

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whumpsoda · 6 months

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i raise you, a vampire that always keeps their thrall in a sleepy/blissful state cause they think it’s endearing. especially since the thrall was previously a ball of anxiety that couldn’t relax whatsoever before the vampire intervened

WOHEO Masterlist

God, yes!! This is so good, thank you!!

cw: vampire whumper, human whumpee, hypnosis

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“How did you…?” the vampire watched as Malak clung to the couch, desperate to keep himself from toppling over.

“I- please- I don’t-” the human’s eyes widened, his breath becoming frantic and short as he attempted to speak. His lip quivered, matching the tremble of his pale hands.

Malak’s head throbbed, discombobulated and out of order from the whirlwind consuming him. It was as if he’d been pulled from a trance of heavenly paradise, suddenly unraveling the strings of his brain. Somehow, someway he couldn’t seem to grasp, he’d escaped the clutches of a mind-bending monster, one out to steal his autonomy to the highest degree.

Overwhelmed with the only urge to escape, one that had been weakened by the vampire’s strength, he had done his very best to obey. Fighting against his strangely heavy and uncoordinated body, he had tried so hard. A voice pounded in his head, screaming at him to liberate himself.

Adrastus took a step forward, their hands held out to the other man in a comforting manner. “Darling, what happened?” Immediately, Malak attempted to run, instead slipping on his own feet, his legs far cumbersome to operate successfully.

Hitting the chill, wood flooring, an unfamiliar strike of pain cut through him. A whimper escaped his salty lips, wet from tears previously cascading down his red cheeks. In the blink of an eye, a pair of perfectly polished boots appeared level with his gaze.

He squealed, attempting to escape again, unsuccessfully. The sleepy weight of his body allowed for little movement, and thus he was easily captured by the monster. Inhumanly strong arms wrapped around his abdomen, lifting Malak into the arms of the vampire with a huff.

He desperately attempted to thrash in their hold, to no avail. While much too disoriented to resist successfully, Adrastus giggled at their discomfort. “It’s alright darling, I’m here now.” They soothed, inciting only more wiggling. They casually made their way around the couch, unbothered by the struggling man in their arms.

Malak’s head spun, the concoction of anxiousness and panic twisting in his stomach. A jumble of thoughts overwhelmed him, incomprehensibly spiraling in his brain. He sputtered unintelligibly, coherent words melting on his tongue.

Adrastus plopped onto one cushion, gently sitting Malak on their lap. Before allowing the human a chance to make any move, no matter how feeble, they softly trailed a calming hand from Malak’s forehead, down to his chin, silencing their human immediately. “Hush, sweetie. No need to worry, I’ll fix you up, easy peasy.” They flashed the human a fang-filled smile.

Instantly, Malak’s brain liquified into a pile of goop. The whirlwind of awareness ceased, leaving only the commanding touch of the vampire.

Adrastus slipped their hand from Malak’s back, gingerly draping him across their own lap. A wave of pleasure washed over him, settling and returning with each motion of Adrastus’ nimble fingers combing through his hair, lightly scratching at the surface of his scalp. With each repeat, the cloud in his mind only grew foggier, hazed with overwhelming bliss.

Drowsily, Malak adjusted his position, shifting his head to lay on Adrastus’ slender legs. “All better now, right?” In return, they merely received the slightest of a nod.

“I’m so glad. I mean, I’m shocked as well!” Adrastus pinched at their human’s cheek sweetly. “How could such a feeble little mind like yours escape my power? I haven’t seen you remotely lucid in months!” they exclaimed.

The words simply flew right over Malak’s head, too enraptured in the urge to sleep to pay much attention. Absentmindedly, he grunted, and nuzzled closer into the lush fabric of the vampire’s sweater, basking in the warmth. “So sluggish, aren’t you? Just a sleepy little boy. A good little thrall.” They let out a light chuckle, continuing to pet their thrall to unconsciousness.

“My sleepy little boy, my good little thrall.” Malak’s heart practically soared at the praise. To his delight, Adrastus pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “You’re just adorable, all dazed and disoriented. I wouldn’t prefer my thrall any other way.”

“I mean, you enjoy it too don’t you? I can’t imagine how it must have felt escaping from such a long period of mindless bliss. Snapping into awareness must have been so terrifying.” Pouting, Adrastus delicately swiped away the last slick tear from Malak’s red cheeks. “That’s why you can’t let that happen again, alright? I couldn’t imagine what you did to allow your consciousness so close to the surface, but surely you’ve learned your lesson now?”

Malak nodded eagerly, shaken over the idea of displeasing the vampire. “Such confusing emotions of fear and distress just aren’t fit for a thrall as cute as you!” A wide, dull-eyed smile couldn’t help but spread across the human’s face.

“Must’ve just been all that anxiousness stirring inside that tummy of yours. I'll be sure to arrange that a similar situation does not arise again.” The assurance was comforting, yet Malak couldn’t help but sense a slight anguish stirring inside him.

#asks :)#Don’t know how much I like this but I really wanted to get it done #whump #whumpblr #pet whump #Hypnosis whump #vampire whump #whump writing #My writing #vampire whumper #human whumpee #Malak oc #Adrastus oc #we only have each other

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urlocalwhumper · 6 months

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living weapon whumpee who's never known anything but pain and violence.

their existence hurts. they were made to be effective, not happy, and their masters decided that keeping them in constant pain provided better results. they're wilder, more unpredictable, and the pain keeps them from thinking straight enough to question anything.

they're only given painkillers, only allowed a respite from their seemingly endless suffering, after a successful mission. it keeps them loyal, and most importantly, teaches their brain to associate acts of violence with relief and rewards.

everyone they've ever met has treated them as a tool, a monster, or both. they don't know how to be anything else.

that is until they're rampaging through a village, destroying, killing, whatever their masters demand of them. whatever will give them a few blissful hours of numbness.

one of the villagers steps out of a ruined building and looks them straight in the eyes. whumpee expects fear, hatred, disgust, the things they see in the faces of every person who's ever crossed their path. but they see something completely different.

compassion.

whumpee is so stunned, they don't think to move or do anything at all as the villager steps closer, gently reaching out a hand to cup whumpee's face.

"oh, poor thing." they murmur, taking in the creature in front of them - part human, part animal, part machine. "they've done a number on you, huh?"

whumpee blinks at them. pain continues to course through their body, but the gentle hand on their cheek distracts them, even if just a little. all the indistinct noise in their foggy, addled mind finally goes quiet.

caretaker had stepped out in front of the being destroying their home with the intention to get through to it or die trying, and the expectation to absolutely die trying.

they did not at all expect the seemingly feral mishmash of metal, fur, and flesh to lean so heavily into their touch that they nearly collapsed into caretaker's arms.

#whump #whump prompts #nonhuman whumpee #living weapon whumpee #mine #chariot shiori on the brain tonite #the intention here is for whumpee to be this genetically engineered fusion of human and animal #the general build and anatomy of a human #but they grow fur on their limbs and partially up their back. they have an animal's sensitive ears. sharp canine fangs and a prehensile tail #and beyond that they've been outfitted with machine 'enhancements' to make them better suited for combat and destruction #and they've never experienced a kind touch in their life #letting them feel comfort will make them crave it. 'not actively suffering' should be the best they can strive for #their masters never anticipated that having someone treat them with anything other than revulsion or detatched indifference would break them #bc they banked on no one showing positive reactions to the monster that destroyed their homes and potentially killed their loved ones #caretaker is just crazy <33

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crabofthewoods · 3 months

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robot/android/cyborg whumpee’s screams of pain broken up by static <33

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redd956 · 1 year

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Apocalyptic Whump

(Totally not pulled from my personal “A Series” ;) )

Falling from a high place while trying to run away from threat

Character(s) cradling a sickly dying character knowing that no matter how hard they look medicine has already been scavenged weeks ago

Character getting really happy to find a dog, only to drop the eagerness when it begins to snarl at them

Character getting pulled through a boarded up window

Characters whispering amongst each other, trying to decide whether or not to let an injured person continue to tag alongside them

Begging another character to end their life after receiving an apocalyptic infection

Characters rejoicing at getting something as simple as a TV, radio, or telephone to work. They’re pushing each other, jumping up and down, and completely forgetting how quiet they’re supposed to be.

Character(s) dragging around an infected individual trying to convince each other that maybe there is hope, while the infected character slowly and painfully turns. Maybe they do turn, and the group still drags around the husk that is them, if it is even truly a husk.

Fighting over the little things, fuel, food, etc.

A rescue helicopter pulling in character(s), they’re so in shock that they say nothing and barely even more for their rescuers

A character having to walk and continue with an outrageous injury, because they have no other choice

Not being able to wash the blood off of them unless they search for a water source large enough

Characters refusing to travel together out of the fear that they’ll likely lose each other anyway

A large group deciding that they need to kick someone out because they can’t scavenge enough resources

Finally meeting the first soul they’ve seen in forever, only for them not to speak the same language, jumping up and down and waving happily anyway. Body language will do.

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avvail-whumps · 2 months

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Royal Bought: Child’s Play #3

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content warnings: vampire whump, hypnosis, temporary (child) character death, (child) vampiric turning, kidnapping

Luke tried to stifle the shuddering breath that was on the verge of his tongue. There was no way anyone would be stupid enough to invite the vampire in. Once they did, that was it. They would all lose their lives, or they’d be carted straight off to the kingdom.

But since Justinian was the only vampire present, he doubted that if the creature got inside, any of them would live.

One vampire enough to slaughter them all.

Emily was tense and rigid beside him. He didn’t doubt she thought Luke would do anything to save Ten, but he really hoped she didn’t think he was stupid enough to invite the vampire inside.

“If we let you in,” Luke started, trying to keep his voice steady. It was incredibly difficult with the sheer languid power that the vampire exuded, a creature that was superior to them in amost every single way,” you’ll kill us.”

Justinian grinned again, flashing his fangs. Luke supressed a shiver. “Not at all.”

The vampire’s eyes left Luke’s briefly to drop down to Ten instead, who didn’t even seem to react to the way his hand squeezed the back of his small neck a little more tightly. He hated seeing the kid like this - hated that he’d been forced to deal with a vampire alone, as an eleven year old child who didn’t even know any better. Who didn’t know, to the full extent, how ruthless and dangerous these creatures were.

A finger slipped under Ten’s chin, forcing his head to the side and back, staring directly at the vampire.

“The poor thing was lost,” Justinian crooned, and Luke had almost yanked an arrow out of his quiver. “He was terrified. Didn’t know his way back home. Isn’t that right?”

Ten made a wobbly, scared noise of agreement. Despite the compulsion, the vampire had left Ten’s mind to run as normal it seemed, and he didn’t want to imagine all of the raging, panicked thoughts that were racing through him. Justinian smiled in approval, turning back to Luke with a look in those gleaming eyes that said “I told you so.”

“See?” He hummed.

Luke sucked in a sharp breath. “Now he’s back. Let him go.”

The vampire’s smile suddenly looked tight. “What do you mean, let him go?” He glanced at Ten, still stroking the back of his neck gently. “It’s not like I’m holding him hostage.”

“Don’t fuck with me,” Luke bitterly chuckled out, his lip curling into a strained snarl. It probably wasn’t the best of ideas to make a vampire mad when Ten was stuck in its clutches, and could snap his neck with that hand at any given moment, but there was this restless desperation clawing at his chest. All he thought about all day was Ten’s safety.

Justinian continued to smile. “Invite me in.”

Luke seethed. “No.”

“You humans and your manners,” the vampire drawled. “You haven’t thanked me for bringing your offspring back. The least you could do is invite me in, don’t you think?”

His spine went stiff. It was like he was toying with them all, tempting each human soul to let a creature of the night inside their home. People’s eyes were flickering about, not even daring to breathe in case the vampire could hear them. Everyone had settled into the sidelines once they realised that Luke had unknowingly volunteered to be their spokesperson. Not even Emily had pried her lips open, which was severely out of character for the years she used them to complain.

His grip on the bow tightened. Justinian’s attitude felt like it was switching from cold and subtly threatening, to smugness and cruel amusement at the simplicity of the humans in front of him. It made his stomach twist.

“Thank you,” Luke breathed out, but it was difficult to sound sincere. “For bringing him back.”

The vampire raised a brow. His throat had gone all prickly from his pride, trying to close it up, but if the creature would take gratitude over signing their death warrants, he’d take a simple thank you any day. He seemed to consider the words that Luke had chewed up, before his lip twitched into a soft smirk.

“You’re welcome,” he drawled, patting the back of Ten’s neck softly. “You want him back? Come and get him.”

Luke bit the inside of his cheek. “Release him first.”

Those words seemed to strike a chord within the vampire, and his eyes darkened, even visible in the darkness of the night creeping up on them. Luke definitely didn’t miss the way his hand tightened against the back of Ten’s neck, pinching it. It sounded like Ten almost made a strangled, pained noise, but it was lodged in the confines of his throat. It set something fiery off in Luke’s chest.

“If you want him back so badly,” the vampire drawled, his voice having taken a stern tone that sent shivers racing down his spine,” then come and get him.”

Luke sucked in a sharp breath. It would be suicide, wouldn’t it? The vampire was clearly trying to lure him out, trying to use Ten as way for his little meal to wander willingly out of the safety of their camp. Even if he tried to get Ten into the camp before something could happen, the vampire’s reflexes would thwart that instantly.

He felt Emily’s hand on his shoulder, hot to the touch.

“Luke,” she murmured, in a way that told him she didn’t approve of this. When he tilted his head aside to look at her, it was like she was trying to keep her expression together as much as she could. She was tense, but just like him, just like everyone else, she was scared.

Luke’s stomach gave another sickening twist. This was his fault, wasn’t it? All of his hunts had encouraged Ten to run off, he’d made him his own bow that was now broken and coddled to his chest like it was still the most precious thing to him. He wanted Ten to be safe, and he would risk his life just to do it.

When he shrugged himself out of her grip, she didnt’t say anything. Didn’t stop him. If the vampire decided to kill him, then there would be nothing that he could do.

Luke couldn’t feel his legs when he took that first step. Getting closer and closer to the line that separated him from life and death.

But also from Ten.

The kid still hadn’t snapped out of it, but there was nothing he could do when Justinian was the one in control here. His grip on his bow was deadly. He didn’t even think he would be able to pry his own fingers from the sturdy wood if he tried.

Keeping his eyes down low, Luke didn’t dare make eye contact with Justinian now. The moment he passed the line, he had to push the presence of the creature to the back of his mind, and not fall into the deep hypnotic state he knew vulnerable humans could get themselves trapped into.

His feet stuttered to a stop at the line. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest, that he felt like he was going to be sick. But this was for Ten.

Luke sucked in a deep breath, and stepped over the line. It was deadly quiet from the campers behind him. No one even dared to utter a single word as he forced his numb legs over to Ten, slowly kneeling down in front of him. He kept his gaze focused on him, not daring to let it slip over to the vampire for even a moment. Justinian could probably hear how fast his heart was racing right now, the blood rushing to his head and making him dizzy with fear.

“Ten,” Luke whispered, his chest so tight he could barely even get the words out. He placed his bow on the ground. “Ten, look at me. Are you there?”

For a sickening, gut wrenching second, Luke considered whether Justinian was even going to release the kid, like he had planned to play a cruel joke on him the entire time. But then there was a flicker of lucidity in Ten’s eyes, and the kid’s expression suddenly lit up, no longer tense and blank and fixated. Terrified, watery eyes flitted up to meet his.

“Luke?” Ten croaked, clutching the broken bow even closer to his chest. When he went to glance at the vampire, he gently cupped his cheeks, forcing him to meet his eyes instead.

“Don’t look at him,” he whispered, more desperately than he would have liked. Ten’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, but he jerkily nodded his head. Luke realised his own breathing was audibly shaking in the night air, and he tried to put on his bravest face for the kid. He gently took Ten by the hand, rising to his feet, his whole body felt stiff with tension.

He left his bow. He didn’t even think about it.

“Just walk with me,” Luke breathed, almost pleading. “Look ahead. We’re going back now, alright?”

Ten plastered himself to Luke’s side as though he was velcro, and he was sure he could feel the tension and the terror radiating from him. The kid was shaking like a leaf in the wind, no doubt ready to collapse if Luke wasn’t gripping his hand tightly.

One step.

Another step.

He could feel the pinpricks of Justinian’s beady eyes following him as he led Ten to the gate, his foot almost passing over the threshold, ready to jerk Ten to safety as quickly as possible and—

Before they’d made it past the gate, Ten suddenly made a pained, whining noise, and Luke felt him suddenly fight against his grip, making him stiffen. He turned his head aside, glancing desperately over Ten’s wrinkled expression, contorted in pain, and the unwanted confusion stabbed relentlessly at him. His brows twitched.

“Ten,” he pleaded, his voice strained. “Come on.”

When he tried to tug the kid closer to him, he made another strangled hiss of pain, now digging his fingers into Luke’s arm as hard as he could to get him to let go, fighting against his pulling grasp with this squirmy desperation.

“It hurts,” Ten choked out, like there was this pressure around his throat that was making his voice weak. He whined again, and this time, Luke eased his grip on his hand, despite knowing that he wasn’t the one hurting him right now. When Ten skittishly took a few steps away from the gate, he noticed the wrinkled expression faded slightly, reopening his eyes. Luke choked on a breath.

“What did you do?”

The words came out breathless, but there was an underlying fury laced between them. He was still looking at Ten, but he was talking directly to Justinian. He kneeled down, cupping Ten’s face again and frantically inspecting him. The kid’s eyes were wide, dazed and confused. He faintly heard Emily sharply calling his name.

“Luke.”

Ten wasn’t under the influence of Justinian’s compulsion anymore. So why couldn’t he come inside the camp? What did the vampire do to him? He couldn’t contain the fiery rage bubbling inside of him.

All of those questions, and still, Luke knew the answer to them.

Ten wasn’t a vampire, that much he was sure of, and the vampire held no power over him. But who knows how long Ten had been with him. What the vampire had made him do. It sent him into a fit of rage to think there was vampire blood racing through Ten’s system right now, enough to make react impulsively in fury.

“What did you do?” Luke snapped again, his gaze wrenching towards the vampire with his lip curled into a deadly snarl. Immediately, his eyes met Justinian’s, and it was like something had hit him hard in the chest. All of the air was knocked out of his lungs, his vision tunneling through those glimmering, red eyes, and a complacent dizzines washed over him within seconds.

But Luke forced his eyes shut, and it felt like it was tearing his skull apart just to look away. The air barrelled back into him, and he hadn’t even realised he’d been swaying on the spot until Ten’s small hands on his wrists grounded him, shakily calling out his name. All it did was allow that anger to return like a storm, and before he knew it, he was reaching for an arrow in his quiver, and he was going straight for the vampire.

He heard Emily screeching for him to stop, but Luke was consumed by a different kind of red this time, his own.

Even though he thought he’d moved quickly, it was nothing compared to the reflexes and speed of a vampire. Before he could even blink, Luke felt something twist him into the ground with a hard slam, a hand fisted in his locks tightly, and others digging hard into his arms, twisting them behind his back. He tasted a mouthful of dirt on his tongue, sucking in a ragged, wheezy breath, before he realised that Justinian hadn’t even moved.

On him were two other vampires. And from the shadows, seemingly from the depths of the darkness, a dozen vampires appeared, scattered around them, and Luke faintly heard the soft gasp from Ten’s throat. He thrashed, straining against their hold, but nothing he did would break the strength of one vampire, let alone two.

He could hear people from the gate yelling as he was wrenched onto his knees, the uncomfortable pressure on his shoulder blades making him clench his teeth together to suppress a pained grunt. Ten kept trying to slowly back himself towards the gate, his eyes flickering frantically between each terrifying vampire that prowled closer, but each time, a look of discomfort would pass through him, and he’d be forced to shuffle a little further forwards to alleviate the pain.

This time, there was nowhere else for Luke to go when Justinian’s fingers dug into his jaw, wrenching his head upwards, and meeting his eyes before he had the intuition to close them shut. He instantly felt that swirling dizziness hit him again, being sucked into the tunnels of red.

“Quiet, now,” Justinian drawled, and Luke’s throat immediately closed up. “Be still. You brought this on yourself for lashing out, I’m afraid.”

When the vampire’s sharp fingers left his jaw, Luke realised he couldn’t bring himself to move, just like he’d been ordered. The vampire’s compulsion had him wired to the spot, the two vampires still keeping him on his knees in the uncomfortable, degrading position. He could only watch, his own mind dazed as the vampire took Ten by the arm in a soft grasp, and gently pulled him along, away from the gate.

The kid looked frightened, but Justinian was gentle with him, the same way he had been when he’d found them at the gate. Ten’s eyes were flickering around anxiously, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each scared intake of air. Justinian’s hands landed on his shoulders, settling behind him.

Luke stared.

He wanted to tell Ten that he was sorry. Tears were pooling in his eyes, and the kid was trembling, looking so tiny and vulnerable in front of the creature. Justinian’s hands left his shoulders, sliding up to his neck.

“Luke?” Ten whispered, his voice choking up. It sounded like he could barely get the words out, and his own mind was screaming for him to say something. To reassure him, to apologise, to say something so Ten wasn’t in such an awful position.

Justinian’s hands bracketed Ten’s head.

Luke’s heart broke. Even though he couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, he could feel the familiar seething heat of tears sliding down his cheeks. The blurriness of his own tears made his vision even cloudier, and God, he prayed it would stay cloudy so he didn’t have to witness this. Ten was looking at him, big eyes confused and frightened, and as he opened his mouth to speak, Justinian snapped his neck.

His body thumped to the ground.

Even against the high pitched ringing that erupted in his ears, Luke could hear the horrified screams from the campers, the chaos that tore them apart as most fled from the gate, retreating back into camp. Luke wanted to scream, wanted to fight tooth and nail and go out bringing as much damage as he could to the vampire, but he was helpless.

Justinian stepped over Ten’s body.

He watched as a vampire knelt down beside him, and he was sure he heard another disgusting crunch as they set his neck right. The kid’s body was then gently scooped up into their arms, settled comfortably in the crook of their neck.

Justinian let out a soft sigh, tilting Luke’s head back with a single, cold finger.

“You and I both know the moment I found that kid, he was mine to do with as I pleased,” the vampire murmured by his ear, and Luke found himself going even more lightheaded when he forced their gazes together once more. “The stories of immortal children might seem tragic, but I assure you, it won’t be anything like that. Not that you’ll ever see him again.”

Justinian’s lip twitched into a languid smirk, his voice dropping to a low, hypnotic lull.

“Relax,” he purred, and against his own discretion, Luke found himself doing just that, his mind and his body going slack. It was terrifying, but at the same time, he was too far in Justinian’s compulsion to think for himself. He just kept sinking, further and further, his eyes droopy and glassed over. The vampire swiped a thumb over his lips, admiring his face for a moment. “Oh, you’ll set the markets thriving.”

Luke didn’t have the strength to think of the implications of that, because he was falling, and he couldn’t stop. Justinian’s eyes pushed him deeper and deeper, until everything shut off, and he was gone.

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dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night · 6 months

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Divinity part ten

TW: religion, cult recruitment, referenced murder, referenced deforestation and pollution, human whumpees, deity whumper

Mary brought Wren to her knitting club, so he could proselytize to the other old women, and maybe whatever grandchildren they occasionally brought along.

She introduced Wren, and gave him everyone else's names. They seemed happy enough to see him, despite the fact that he didn't know how to knit. He never had the dexterity for such things.

"I met a god," Mary said nonchalantly, working on a purple blanket for her soon to be born great-grandchild. "In Wren's basement."

"What kind of a god?" Gloria asked, as though there was nothing out of the ordinary about Mary's statement.

"Made all the animals," Mary said. "You know, like Noah."

"Noah didn't make animals," Bella argued, setting down her half-finished scarf out of frustration from a dropped row of stitches. "He put 'em all on a big old boat."

"Vo'ki is the god of animals," Wren interjected, trying to avoid a pointless debate. "Nothing to do with Judaism, I assure you. I'm his high priest."

"He made all the animals?" Gloria asked. "That's impressive. I bet he has pretty big stables."

"The animals roam the earth, except when humans put them in stables. Vo'ki takes care of them. But he can't always control human hunting and deforestation."

Wren was so happy to be believed right off the bat. He may have missed a trick at the library, but now he had three possible devotees paying heed to his every word. If it weren't for his devout faith, he would have thanked God Himself.

"Oh!" Barbara exclaimed. "You're trying to save the forests. I'm glad your generation is finally doing something about the environment. I used to protest nuclear energy, but nobody told me oil was the worse deal. Pushing back against the oil companies will really save the animals."

"I intend to," Wren decided. "During my prayers over the natural world, I received the knowledge of how deeply human destruction of the natural world distressed Vo'ki. He cares far more for animals than he does for people. Honestly, I don't blame him."

"I never liked people either," Bella said. "That's why I have cats. No husband, you hear me? Just cats."

"Husbands are fine," Gloria said. "Not as great as people say. But still fine."

"You say that like you didn't murder yours," Mary said dryly. "Yeah, well, he was sleeping with the lady next door. What else was I supposed to do?"

Wren tried to process the casual admission to murder. Hanging out with older women was always like this, but he still wasn't sure how to react. At least they trusted him not to call the cops.

"I never wanted to get married either," Wren said, trying to get off the topic of murder. "Obviously I'm transgender, so it was hard enough to find anyone who respected that. And I value my privacy a bit too much."

"Oh, my little sister is a transgender," Barbara said, clearly excited to know what Wren was talking about. "But she's got a very pretty wife."

Wren smiled. "How lovely. But now I'm in a union with my patron god."

"Are you and Vo'ki an item then?" Gloria asked.

"Erm, sort of." Wren fidgeted with one of his rings. "The typical union between priests and gods was usually a-romantic. It was more than romance. It was more than friendship. Vo'ki has chosen to pursue me in a way I consider to be romantic, at least by modern standards. But it's far, far more than that."

"I'm happy for you," Gloria said. "I always wish God would talk to me, and here you are with god as your boyfriend."

"I would love to introduce you all to Vo'ki," Wren said cautiously. "And I know he would love to meet all of you."

"Does he really live in your basement?" Bella asked. "Seems a weird spot for a god."

"He lives in the… spirit world. Or something like that. I just set up an altar for him in my basement. So he appears there to accept my offerings."

"Can we meet him tomorrow?" Gloria asked. "I'm going to my grandson's Little League game this afternoon."

"I have a birthday party to go to in the morning," Barbara said. "Let's do it afterward."

"How does three o'clock sound?" Wren asked. "I live in Mary's neighborhood. She has my address."

A murmur of agreement met his ears, and he smiled with satisfaction. At long last, he was serving Vo'ki exactly as he has always deserved. It was only a matter of time until this movement blossomed into a proper religion.

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