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264 words of smut for your evening <3
The Dark One conjured the mirror out of thin air, tall and wide and hiding nothing from his gaze.
She saw it once he had removed the black smoke acting as a blindfold with a snap of his fingers.
“Look at yourself, Swan. Look how pathetic you are, gagged and tied in your very own bedroom. We were once meant to share this house together, if I recall correctly.”
Emma said nothing, pushing her cheek further into the mattress and ignoring his degradation. His blatant disgust for the life they had once dreamed of together.
The Dark One grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her upright and giving her a full view of her pitiful state. The black smoke was bound around her torso, intertwined with the same magical means that held her arms behind her back and her shoulders taught, allowing him to grope her breasts and admire them as her chest heaved.
“Answer me when I speak to you, or you will regret it.”
Emma nodded reluctantly, keeping her eyes Killian and ignoring the mirror.
“That’s a good girl,” he sneered as he undid his trousers and climbed up on the bed behind her. “But, I’m still going to make you regret it. Regret what you did to me. Who you made me.”
Emma whimpered as much as the smoke would allow, her heart aching for the man she once knew. Tears swelled in her eyes at the bitterness of his tone.
"And don't even think about closing your eyes, Swan. I want you to watch me when I fuck you."
#abby writes#dark hook#captain swan#cs smut#captain swan smut#is this whumpy enough to tag whump??#i want him to take her from behind hard and fast dfkfkf
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Hi!
I was swimming around the FishBen tag on tumblr and saw you recced at least one FishBen fic.... do you happen to have any more? I love them
Hello, nonny!
I love FishBen tooooo!! Sadly, there is not nearly enough Frankie x Benny content out there in the world, but I'm happy to share the (smallish) list of fics I've found for them so far. (Anyone aware of Frankie x Benny content that I've missed, please jump in with recs!! Anon and I will both love you for it!! 😘)
Anyway, on to the...
FishBen Rec List
List Notes:
Fics are Sorted by pairing then alphabetically by Title
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Partially cribbed from my prev Frankie x Benny (x reader) ask response
Frankie x Benny (aka. Just the FishBen)
(Why is it that FishBen tends to come almost exclusively either fluffy and/or sexy OR whumpy and full or angst? Who knows, but I love it either way!!)
== Sweet and/or Sexy ==
The Beginning (ao3) by @elvenmother
[FxB, get-together fic E, 2.1k, oneshot]
Inside, Upside, & Out by @midnightartemis
[FxB, get-together smut, E, 3.7k, complete?]
Put Your Name On It (ao3) by @alwaysbethewest
[FxB, sweet & sexy, E, 2.3k, oneshot]
Put Yourself in My Place (ao3) by @alwaysbethewest
[FxB, bodyswap smut, E, 3.1k, oneshot]
Right on Cue (ao3) by @alwaysbethewest
[pre-FxB, bartender!Frankie, T, 0.4k, oneshot]
Tennessee Whiskey by @mssr-mcknickers
[WxS with some FxB, cute Halloween fic, T, 1k, oneshot]
Trou de Cu (ao3) by @alwaysbethewest
[FxB, silly & sweet sex shenanigans, E, 0.4k, oneshot]
You Leave a Mark by @alwaysbethewest
[FxB, secret relationship, M, 0.4k words, oneshot]
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fishben art by @littledozerdraws
(dancing, post-fight, pre-fight?, being cute & sweet)
[ART: FxB, cute & sweet!]
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== Angst / Whump ==
*be sure to read the warnings with these; things get pretty dark in some of 'em
Cry a Little by @wyn-n-tonic
[FxB, hurt/comfort angst, M, 0.8k, oneshot]
fuckin' tell me by @waywaychuck
[sort of pre-FxB, hurt/comfort, 0.9k, oneshot]
slippin' off the rails by @waywaychuck
[FxB (implied WxS), whump & hurt/comfort, T, 4k, oneshot]
Though I Be The Last by @kesskirata
[some FxB in amongst the team whump, E, 19k, 13ch as of Oct '22]
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Frankie x Benny x Reader
(I know you didn't ask for this, 'nonny, but since pure FishBen is few and far between, I figured I'd add these as well, for you or anyone else who is interested)
A Helping Hand (ao3) by @dameronscopilot
[Fx RxB, smutty threesome, E, 2.2k, oneshot]
Baby, how do you sleep when you lie to me? by @everyhowlmarksthedead
[FxR x B, revenge? smut, E, 2,8k, oneshot]
Better Together 'verse by @absurdthirst & @wardenparker
[FxRxB, E, 53k, 5 finished oneshots in an ongoing series]
Fics: Better Together, Taking Care Together, Waking Up Together, Celebrating Together, Together for Christmas
Flashback (ao3) by @green-socks
[FxR xB, pining & fluff, E, 0.9k, oneshot]
Heat Wave (ao3) by @thirstworldproblemss & @astroboots
[FxRxB, pining pwp, E, 2.2k oneshot in a larger series]
(hold tight) everything's fine by @raincityruckus
[FxR("she")xB, pining smut, E, 5.3k, part of a poly!TF series]
Just us by @ezrasbirdie
[FxR xB, plus size!reader, E, 4.5k, oneshot, au in series]
Made with Love (ao3) by @thristworldproblemss
[FxB (w/in FxRxB), silly hurt/comfort fluff, M, 1k, oneshot in a series]
Messy Pile of Affection (ao3) by @flightlessangelwings
[Fx RxB, get-together fic, E, 12k, completed fic in an ongoing series]
Series Masterlist
Moonlight 'verse (ao3) by @absurdthirst & @wardenparker
[FxRxB, werewolf!Frankie, E, 32k, 2 completed fics in a series]
Fics: Moonlight Madness & Full Moon Fury
Not A Competiton (But I'm Winning) (ao3) by @alwaysbethewest
[FxRxB, pegging smut, E, 1.2k, oneshot]
No Thinking Over the Weekend by Jazzelsaur (only on ao3)
[FxR xB, get-together smut, E, 8.0k, long oneshot]
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That's all I could remember and/or find for now. Sorry it's not bigger list, 'nonny! It's really a shame Frankie x Benny stuff isn't more popular since it's such a fun pairing. Anyway, thanks for the ask, and for giving me a chance to spread the FishBen love!! 💕
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사냥개들 - Bloodhounds - Whump List - 🇰🇷
Whumpees: (right) 김건우 (Kim Geon Woo) played by 우도환 (Woo Do Hwan) and 홍우진 (Hong Woo Jin) played by 이상이 (Lee Sang Yi)
Synopsis: Hunting Dogs (Bloodhounds) is a noir action drama about two boxers who became entangled in debt but attempt to escape it in any way they can. (MDL)
Genre/Tags: Noir, Action, Thriller, Found Family, Friendship, Cop/Crime (organized crime), Little to No Romance, Stabbed, Constant Emotional/Mental Whump
Watch On: Netflix (Original), DramaCool, KissAsian
WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW
김건우 (Kim Geon Woo)
1.01 : (not super whumpy but I’m listing it bc I found it unBEARABLY attractive- some drunk old man tried fighting him and he casually stopped him and was so sweet about it) ::: fought in a wrestling ring multiple times ::: concerned about someone, fought, protecting someone, severely beaten, concern for him, pinned to the ground, face basically carved with a knife
1.02 : treated in the hospital, concern for him, bandaged ::: treated in the hospital again, wound reveal, concern for him, looked after ::: anxious ::: desperate, emotional ::: concerned for someone
1.03 : concerned for someone, scared ::: emotional, wound reveal ::: ambushed, surrounded
1.04 : fought, beaten, saved, bloody ::: fought, beaten, emotional, semi manhandled, comforted, crying ::: in a car chase, scared, concerned for someone
1.05 : scared, concerned for someone
1.06 : emotional, glassy eyes, near tears ::: concerned for Woo Jin, ran into a burning building to save him, scared ::: concerned for Woo Jin ::: donating blood for Woo Jin, asks to do another bag and nurse says no, begging to help save him, desperate
1.07 : scared, emotional, sobbing ::: asleep ::: semi fought
1.08 : surrounded, fought, choked out ::: going to save someone, fought ::: stabbed in the back (literally), fought, kicked ::: slashed in the face, fell ::: fought, exhausted, emotional, comforted ::: face bandaged, emotional ::: emotional
홍우진 (Hong Woo Jin)
1.01 : fought in a wresting ring multiple times
1.02 : none
1.03 : ambushed, surrounded
1.04 : fought, beaten, saved, bloody ::: fought, beaten ::: in a car chase, in a wreck, chased
1.05 : none
1.06 : fought, beaten, stabbed ::: found unconscious in a burning building, concern for him, carried to safety, CPR performed on him ::: in the hospital being operated on ::: concern for him (not enough blood in the hospital ::: dying
1.07 : asleep ::: semi fought ::: scar reveal
1.08 : surrounded, fought ::: going to save someone, fought ::: fought ::: fought, thrown ::: struggling to walk, fought ::: face bandaged
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MORE WHUMP LISTS >>> {x}
Direct translation for the drama title is Hunting Dogs but it will be listed as Bloodhounds
#whump#asian whump#whump list#whumplist#asianwhump#kdrama#kwhump#whump list library#whump list directory#bloodhounds#사냥개들
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MediwhumpMay 10 - Short of breath
CW: Mentioned of forced surgery, Organs (in specimen jar!)
(writing is only tangentially related to the prompt, feel free to skip if you just want hard whumpy stuff.)
"You ripped out his lungs?" Alejo asked, an eyebrow raised slightly. "That's a little more brutal than I'd expect from you."
"No, I surgically removed one lung as a preventative measure." Kotarou sighed and sat at the table across from the other angel. "And I don't take that from you, I've seen you rip a demon's arms out of their sockets with your bare hands."
"Oh no for me that would be mild." Alejo chuckled, sipping the tea his former apprentice had served them. "But for you... well I remember when you refused to even touch a holy whip, calling it needlessly sadistic."
"I still don't like them." Kotarou shook his head. "But I do understand the necessity."
"But removing vital organs without anesthesia? That's all good for you?"
"It proved necessary didn't it? I'd be a lot more worried about a demon loose in my lab if he was in good condition."
"About that..."
"Haziel's on guard." Kotarou sipped on the hot tea. "And I will take this as a nice moment of rest before that shit storm."
"Ah." Alejo's eyebrows crinkled. "You trust Haziel alone?"
"I trust him to stand at that door and not let anyone in or out." Kotarou sighed. "And I trust him not to lose to a demon who can barely breath."
"And not go in and antagonize Aziphem?" Alejo mused, folding his hands.
"... no, fuck you're right I should go deal with this." Kotarou rubbed his eyes. "Alejo... I need another favor."
"It always seems like you do." The older man chuckled. "What do you need this time?"
"I need you to look into who he was before he was brought to me."
"You should have been given Aziphem's file when you took him as your ward, that should have everything-"
"I meant Haziel."
Alejo paused, rubbing the small floral designs inlayed on Kotarou's teacup.
"You know we aren't supposed to ask those questions."
"Of course I know, why do you think I'm asking you to find out for me? I have enough eyes on me with this project and if I slip up, Haziel will be reassigned."
"And gods help us if they give him to someone like Ivior." Alejo sighed. "Fine, what are you looking for?"
"I want you to see if you can track his movements on the surface world, and specifically cross reference them with where Aziphem was at those times."
"You think they have history."
"It's hard to believe Haziel is just angry, this is something more."
"I doubt that both of them would be able to keep this a secret."
"Aziphem wouldn't tell me what he ate for dinner even if I was the one who served it. I'm lucky if I get an honest yes or no answer to anything." Kotarou sighed. "As for Haziel... he doesn't talk much about his previous life and I'm not supposed to ask. He could have lied."
"I think it's a long shot, but can't hurt to look." Alejo sighed, putting down the now empty cup. "I'll see if my archives entrance is still unsecured tonight and get back to you. Now, go check on those two before they kill each other."
"I owe you."
"That you damn well do, and I will accept payment in pleasant company." Alejo chuckled, leaving the small kitchen nook the two had been enjoying their rest in. "When we both have time of course. Which you should schedule in now by the way, because if my pocket book is correct you owe me quite a lot of pleasant company."
"And you shall continue to get IOUs until such time as I complete my work." Kotarou chuckled, walking his old master out of the small, unassuming countryside home he claimed as his personal residence.
"I'll check back in the next century then." Alejo chuckled. "Good luck with the little shits."
With a slight shimmer of the air, Alejo was gone, leaving Kotarou alone to deal with what he knew would not be a pretty scene at the lab.
@mediwhumpmay
Comics tag list: @whump-tr0pes @whump-queen @whumpsday @whumpinthepot @kixngiggles @onlywhumpcomments @project-xiii@quietly-by-myself @dontworrycomics
#whump#whump art#whumpy art but the writing is boring sorry >- >#But I wanted to introduce the last angel#mediwhumpmay#demon whumpee#demon whump#I feel like this post is neither medical enough or whump enough for a medical whump challenge#But I am going for completionism and if I do shit daily some will suck
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Introduction
Heya! My name's Harley, and my pronouns are they/them :)
I've been reading and writing whump for a long time now, but have lingered in the shadows for too long! I've finally had some inspiration and motivation to try posting some of my stuff, and fingers crossed I can keep up the momentum and update regularly if people like it <3
Before I even knew it was a thing, I've been working on a BBU-adjecent universe with dozens of characters. It's set in a modern fantasy world, where there are multiple races such as demonborn, werewolfs, dragonfolk, and so on living alongside humans in present day. Unfortunately in one country in particular, humans are seen as no more than slaves and cattle, and they have no legal rights or protection from the very hungry world around them >:)
I will do my best to tag all of my work accurately and reliably, but if I ever miss anything please just let me know and I'll fix it asap! As a general coverall warning, though, there will be a significant amount of violence, non/dubcon, and other 18+ nsfw content. I'll put a full list of things you can expect below the cut! I'd love to take prompts and requests, of any kind!
This has rambled on for long enough now, so I'd just like to say a special thanks to @hold-him-down for giving me that last push to put myself out there, and @ashintheairlikesnow, @pigeonwhumps, @peachy-panic, @nicolepascaline and so many more blogs for being such wonderful inspirations!
Whumpy Likes/Interests/Content:
BBU and BBU-adjecent
Dehumanisation/pet whump
Slavery and captivity
Noncon/NSFW
Kidnapping and hostages
Parental/familial neglect and abuse (non sexual)
Scarring/branding/body mods
Amputation (necessary for health of whumpee)
Whipping, caning, spanking (impact play)
Collars, muzzles, blindfolds, plus general bondage and restraints
Extreme humiliation and abuse
Heavy emotional and mental trauma, manipulation, etc
Minor character death
Self-harm and/or suicide (attempted only)
Guilt-ridden whumpers
Hugs, snuggles, aftercare
Recovery, redemption, revolution!!
Squicks & Things You Won't Find:
Animal abuse of any kind. Assume if there's a pet mentioned, it's functionally immortal <3
Major character death - no matter how rough things get, the main guys will pull through... Somehow! Everybody deserves an eventual happy ending :)
General homophobia/transphobia etc - there are moments sprinkled throughout some scenes, such as an abusive parent deliberately misgendering their kid, but it's never the main focus.
If there's anything you're interested in that I haven't listed, you can usually assume that I'm probably down for it and just haven't gotten around to it yet ;)
#whump#whump intro#whumpblr#whump community#fantasy whump#i'm very nervous but also excited about sharing my stuff with you guys!!
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2023 Writing Roundup
Thanks to @liminalmemories21 and @ladytessa74 for the tags!
I guess the next time I'm mad at myself for not writing more I'll just...tell myself to shut up lol. Holy heck this is a lot of fic.
January
Paper Rings- A 5+1 of Tarlos wedding planning. I adore this one.
Packing a Piece- Early days Tarlos, T.K. taking care of Carlos as his feelings grow stronger.
My Pain Fits in the Palm of Your Freezing Hand- What a labor of love, Carlos' POV during the Ice Storm arc.
February
I Get it From You- 5+1 of habits the boys have picked up from each other. So fun to write!
Will You Take What's Left of Me?- Me trying to figure out the mess of Carlos having a secret wife 🙄
Like I'm Gonna Lose You- T.K. saving Carlos' life after his abduction and the aftermath.
Glitter and Be Gay- This one is so freaking funny lol. Carlos hates glitter and he suffers because of it. T.K. is amused.
How to Say Goodbye- My last NCIS LA Densi fic. That fandom has meant the world to me and I'm sad the show is over.
March
Love is Sitting on the Bathroom Floor- T.K. has food poisoning, Carlos takes care of him, it's so sweet!
The Luck O' the Irish- I truly love how this one turned out, my little fic about Tarlos doing a class project with their child in the future and Carlos being a neurotic dad lol.
April
I Won't Say I'm in Love- Carlos falling in love with T.K., Adriana and Francesca being their best/worst selves. This one has some of the best dialogue, god they're fun.
Mothers and Sons- Andrea caring for T.K. as they wedding plan. Made myself cry with this one.
May
Shiner- Coda for 4x15, Carlos finding out about T.K.'s black eye and taking care of him.
A Helping Hand- Lololol a fic based on my real life experience with rain and smoke detectors.
June
Happy Campers- Boys camping trip with whumped Carlos is just what the summer ordered!
July
We Have Suffered Enough- 4x16 post-ep. God did they really need the Huntington's scare?!
Day Zero- T.K. struggles after being drugged by Sadie.
August
Saturday Night's All Right for Fighting- This might be the best fic of the year. Mama and Papa Reyes getting into trouble at a bar with T.K. and poor Carlos having to sort it all out is the stuff my dreams are made of.
September
Rugby King- My sweet, sweet Heartstopper boys. I was so nervous writing this fic and I'm so glad I did. Whumpy Nick and worried Charlie are such perfection and it was so fun to jump into this fandom!
October
Come Sail Away- My magnum opus for this year lol. The longest thing I've written to date and a love letter to the drama and antics of Below Deck. Also my first AU! (Technically...)
November
Tío T.K.- T.K. being a freaking badass and helping Carlos' nephew. Adriana and Francesca return. A joy from start to finish.
Phew! What a year! Thanks to everyone who has read my work this year!
Tagging @lemonlyman-dotcom, @bonheur-cafe, @carlos-in-glasses, and @thisbuildinghasfeelings!
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🦌 Fawn and Hunter - Part 4 🦌
"Broken Glass"
Content: guns, threats, dehumanization, kinda pet whump, restraints, failed escape, glass and blood, stitches, creepy and intimate whumper, noncon kissing, removing clothes.
1800 words
I'M BACK !!!!
So sorry about my absence over the last few months! I originally had a shit ton written on my absence, but you aren't here to hear me yap about my life. Though I will say I'm still in a bit of writer's block, so please excuse me if I continue to remain gone for a while, or updates are slow. I'm also not too happy with the writing this part, but it is what it is. I've been so angry at my writing recently you have no idea, hence my writer's block.
But anyways! I'm back and it's time for part 4! This is where things get more whumpy and our poor little Fawn gets pushed around and hurt. You hate love to see it. To find the other parts, you can search the fawn and hunter tag on my profile. Anyways let's goooo
Hunter awoke to the morning sun shining in through the cracks of their boarded up windows. They finally managed to fall asleep at some odd hour of the night. They'd nearly forgotten about the treasure they acquired the day before, and when they remembered, they gleefully got out of bed, grabbing a shotgun as they trudged down into the basement.
Hunter pulled the light string, and the room illuminated with a click. The first thing they noticed was the puddle on the floor.
Oh, so the poor thing did piss on the floor...
Hunter looked to their captive, who was curled up on the mattress, clutching a knife to their chest like it was a comfort item. How cute, Hunter thought, they brought a knife to a gun fight.
Hunter crouched down beside the sleeping figure, admiring them. They pushed their disheveled hair out of their eyes, noticing the cracks in their big, round glasses and the stress that's already formed on their face.
Hunter nudged their side with their shotgun, waking them up. As Fawn blinked their eyes awake, they widened at the gun in their face. They gasped as adrenaline shot through them, clutching the knife tighter as they scooted back against the wall.
"Where'd you find that at?" Hunter asked, looking between them and the knife, a smirk on their face.
Fawn stared up at them, still with wide, fearful eyes. Their hands started to shake and sweat as their heart beat faster and faster. They felt their eyes water as they pointed the knife up at their captor, "S-stay away from me."
Hunter simply chuckled, smiling, "You think that little thing is gonna protect you? Baby, I've got a gun."
"I'm- I'm not your baby!" They tried to sound stern, but fell beyond flat. The shaking of their tear stained voice was like music to Hunter's ears.
"Hm? Why not? You sure act like one." They said, and got closer to them, putting the gun under their chin, "Drop the knife, little fawn."
Fawn's breathing grew heavy as they froze in fear.
"Drop it." Hunter commanded as if Fawn were a dog.
Fawn dropped the knife, almost feeling against their will as their muscles acted without their brain.
"There we go, such a good little thing," Hunter cooed. "Oh, don't you look at me like that, I think that thing fits you perfectly."
Fawn opened their mouth to protest.
"Shut it."
Fawn closed their quivering lips. Hunter crouched down to their level, sitting down on the mattress, observing them.
Hunter tilted their head, "How's your leg?"
"Wo-wouldn't y-you care." Fawn said bitterly.
"Which one of us is holding a gun?"
Fawn squeezed their eyes shut, and spoke through gritted teeth, "It's fine."
"Fine enough to hobble up the stairs last night?"
"I needed the bathroom."
"Need is a strong word. Clearly you didn't. It was optional."
"I had to go on the floor, what do you mean optional?"
"Well the floor's an option, is it not?"
"Yeah, if you're an animal!"
"Are you not one?"
Fawn's face flushed with embarrassment and anger, "Oh, just shoot me! It's not worth it!" They slumped back and crossed their arms.
Hunter chucked, "Dramatic much?"
Fawn stayed silent against the wall, their arms firmly crossed as they refused to look at them. They were not going to be their entertainment. The defiance didn't last very long, though.
"Ugh! What's that fucking smirk for?" Fawn spat, embarrassment and anxiety turning to anger.
"Ooh, big words for such a cute little thing." Hunter said, and before Fawn could respond, they grabbed onto a strap of their overalls and pulled them to their foot with ease.
Hunter grabbed their chin and inspected their face, "You seem a bit dirty, no?"
"I'm perfectly fine, thank you." Fawn shoved them off, "It's not like cleanliness matters very much around here."
"Not for me, no, but you? I don't want you looking disheveled."
"Whatever." Fawn sighed, then yelped when Hunter picked them up over their shoulder. They carried them to the bathroom and plopped them down on a counter.
They stripped them of their overalls, leaving them in underwear and their sweater.
"The sweater needs to come off too, pet."
"I- but- it's cold! It's the middle of Autumn!"
"Excuses, excuses." Hunter dismissed, grabbing onto their sweater, yanking it off them in on quick motion, causing them to yelp.
Hunter started to wipe Fawn off with a cloth, and their heart felt like it was going to beat out of their chest. Embarrassed, angry, and scared weren't exactly a nice mix of emotions. They couldn't believe they were being cleaned like some kind of pet. They were just thankful they still had their underwear.
After many minutes of tense scrubbing and washing, Hunter took a moment to step out of the room, leaving Fawn alone. They turned towards the window and a sudden surge of adrenaline came over them. They looked between the window and the door and made a quick, impulsive decision.
They stood up and smashed the window with their elbow. A loud crash and crack boomed, along with the sound of Fawn yelling in pain. Instead of the whole window shattering, only a small hole was formed, and their arm was now stuck in the window.
Hunter rushed back into the room, and looked much more concerned and annoyed then they did angry, "What the hell, Fawn? First you step into a bear trap and now you can't even break a window right. It's amazing you made it to adulthood."
"I- I thought the window would break…"
"What, did you think you could get away just by being outside? You said it yourself, it's the middle of Autumn, it's cold, you're barely wearing any clothes, AND you have a hurt ankle. Making smart decisions isn't exactly your area of expertise, is it?"
Fawn wanted to yell, and scream, and cry. They were angry, and scared, and embarrassed, and wanted to curse profanities at their condescension. But they couldn't even move let alone make a sound. The physical pain they felt overpowered any emotion.
Hunter sighed and walked over to them, breaking the window some more around their arm until it was free. They walked Fawn to the dining table and sat them down.
Hunter meticulously picked out the multiple shards of glass in Fawn's arms. They were shaking, and wincing with each movement Hunter made. Blood was dripping down their arms and onto the floor.
There were so many cuts, and so much blood you could barely even see skin anymore. Hunter carefully wiped their arm with cloths, though it didn't completely stop the blood. They had to poke around in their cuts for any tiny shards, digging inside the gashes to pull them out with tweezers.
When Hunter was sure they got them all, they wrapped bandages around their arms. Though here was one spot in particular they were more concerned about. Near their right wrist, a large gash went down nearly to their elbow.
"That one's gonna need stitches." They said.
Fawn furrowed their brow, "And- and how are you going to- to do that?"
"By giving you stitches, idiot." Hunter held up a needle.
"You- you're- there's no way you're going to do that!"
"What else do you want me to do? See, these are the consequences of your actions, Fawn. You step in my trap, you get stuck with me. Try to escape, I give you stitches. That's only fair."
"Fair?!"
"Yes, fair! Maybe be more careful."
Fawn was shocked by their audacity, but then again, who would expect very much from someone who kidnaps and murders people?
Hunter took their wrist and put it over their lap. The large gash in their arm was no longer bleeding, but it would start up again soon. Hunter put the needle to Fawn's skin, and they hitched a breath and closed their eyes, wincing as they braced for the pain.
The cold metal pierced their skin and their whole body tensed as Hunter slowly sewed the scar closed. Their arm involuntarily shook and they couldn't hold it still, just making it more painful. Fawn hitched a sob as it escaped them.
"You're so cute when you cry."
"Shut- shut the fuck up."
Hunter slapped them.
Hard.
They grabbed them by the chin, "You shut up, and you hold still." They said, firm and low, now grabbing onto their hand tightly. Each stitch felt like agony. The sharp piercing of the needle, the thread pulling through their skin, it was awful. And after a few more minutes, it was finished.
"There, it's done." Hunter said. "Was that so bad?"
"Fucking yes!" Fawn yelled as tears streamed down their freckled cheeks. Their arm was shaking like crazy, not to mention the unbearable throbbing and sting that ran all the way down their arm.
Hunter gently reached out and took their bandaged, trembling arm in their hand, and kissed their wrist.
Fawn twisted their arm from their grasp, "Don't you dare!"
"Whaaat? Never heard of kisses making it feel better?"
"Yeah, from mothers! Not you! You're not my mom!"
"I could be like one."
"You're fucking weird!"
"Obviously. But I'm not done with you. Let me kiss it."
Fawn scoffed, "Yeah right. Like that's happening."
"Oh, it's happening whether you want it to or not! You stepped into my trap, now you get to play by my rules. Or- do I have to get more strict with you?" They reached for a gun, quickly knocking the sassy defiance out of them.
"I- no- sir- ma'am- I-"
"Give me your wrist."
With tears still welled in their eyes, Fawn slowly placed a shaking hand into Hunter's palm.
"There we go," Hunter cooed, pleased. They placed a kiss on their wrist, and slowly moved up their arm. Fawn squeezed their eyes shut and tensed as they feared the worst, but they stopped halfway up their arm, where the cut ended. Hunter lifted their head, and chuckled upon seeing their face, "What? Afraid I'm gonna kiss you?"
Fawn just scowled.
"Well, with you all nice and patched up I think it's time to eat, yeah?"
Food was the last thing in Fawn's mind right now, especially if the food came from a deer. It didn't matter much though. Not like they were getting out of this.
After dinner Hunter dragged them into a spare bedroom and threw them onto a bed.
"I can't have you trying to escape again," Hunter said, picking up rope. "One attempt is plenty enough for me."
"W-wh-" Fawn stammers, unable to get out a single word.
"Lay down." Hunter commanded. They tied a rope around their ankles, then to the bed frame, doing the same with their wrists.
"Don't try to squirm too much. You'll hurt your wrist, and your ankle. Just let it happen. There we go."
Fawn could only lay still, their arms above their head, whole body immovable. If they tried to move their arms their wrist hurt. If they tried to move their legs, their ankle. Fawn winced in disgust as Hunter kissed their nose before leaving.
Fawn could see the cracked bathroom window from where they lay. They watched as Hunter boarded up the window, just like every other one around the cabin. A sinking feeling arose in them when they realized…
This wasn't the first time this has happened.
End note: I think it's so much fun when whumpers are casual. Like, don't get me wrong, I love a threatening whumper and terrified whumpee as much as the next person, but a more casual dynamic is so much fun to me. I like when they just bicker and whumpee doesn't have to walk on eggshells because whumper is more liberal with their rules. Like, they're more annoyed and incovinienced than scared, lol. Anyways, let me know what y'all think!
Also I'm starting a taglist as you can see, due to a request. Lemme know if you want added.
Taglist: @parasitebunny
#fawn and hunter#whump#whump blog#whump community#whumpblr#whump things#whump writing#whump series#my writing#rural whump
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Intro Post! Hello!
Hi! You can call me Coyote or Michael, whichever one you want. I’m NOT the transphobic person who had this url before, they deactivated and I snatched it up. 😈 I’m a 26 year old gay trans guy and I like it when hot people get hurt. I’ve been writing whump for like two years now but this is my first time actually buckling in and making a whump blog!
This is mostly going to be a general whump blog but I’m gonna have a pretty heavy focus on gay and trans characters.
My other blogs:
@arcanesciences My main blog. Random shit mostly. Likes and Follows will be from that url!
@brinkofdiscovery My writing blog! I post all my writing there, whump or not. The way it’ll probably work here is I’ll post there initially and reblog whump here.
@adnrew & @monotropaunifloras Fun little side projects! IC sideblogs for two of my ocs. They don’t update much, though! Never got them off the ground. But You’ll see Nortak and Andrew around.
Here you can expect a variety of whumpy stuff. Lots of pictures which don’t normally go on my writing blog (its not the right CATEGORY), some show gifs here and there, some other people’s writing.
And lastly blood. Lots and lots of blood. (I will tag it.)
(I also really like religious horror, ironically enough. Part of me is a little worried people will think I’m the other guy if I post it here too soon though 😂)
#Although i doubt a conservative christian would be reblogging shit like faith and midnight mass#but you never know#whumpblr#whump community#whump intro
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Were Not There Yet (Or Maybe We Are)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50845660
by JAWorley
When Peter gets beat up at school, he knows exactly where his support system is and heads straight for it. A whumpy hurt/comfort fic for Whumptober 2023.
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He doesn’t think he’s hurt badly enough to need to go to the Med Bay, but a first aid kit would be nice. Mr. Stark has one in his lab for lab accidents. If he can make his way to the tower he can use that. He doesn’t want to go because he wants Mr. Stark to hug him and tell him everything will be ok… definitely not. He and Mr. Stark have never hugged before. Well, there was the one time after Germany when Peter had mistaken Mr. Stark reaching across him to open the door as a hug. The man had told him, “Not a hug, I’m just opening the door. We’re not there yet.” Peter is his intern, and a junior Avenger in training. There will be no ‘there yet’ because interns and Avengers don’t get comforted like that. To get a hug he’ll have to wait until five the next morning when May gets off her shift at the hospital.
It’s fine, Peter thinks to himself. I’m not going there for a hug, I just need a first aid kit.
Words: 6466, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: Gen
Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Happy Hogan
Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Happy Hogan & Peter Parker, Happy Hogan & Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Irondad, Iron Dad, spider kid, spiderson, spider son, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Peter Parker Whump, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Mess, Teen Peter Parker, Supportive Happy Hogan, Bullying, Flash is not a bully here, Flash is actually decent, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, good support systems, whumptober2023, Whump, Whumptober 2023
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50845660
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Your inbox was named "do your worst" so well
I couldn't resist.
I had this idea a time ago, actually
Whumpee is a living weapon. I love this trope. They are brutally trained to be ruthless and perfect
But whumpee is a kind soul. It hurts them everytime they have to hurt/kill someone. They can't manage to erase their emotions, as much as they want it
One day, whumper(s) needs an information. They send whumpee to a small city and tell them: kill them all, but this person
Whumpee has no choice, so they go with some more people who work for whumper and do the damned work
They manage to capture the person, and then whumper tells them: "YOU are the one torturing them for the information"
At first, whumpee hesits. They never did it before. They don't want to. They end up following the order but is more than they can handle.
The second whumpee keeps asking to be killed, asking them to stop, to just die, and whumpee gives up one day
They don't complain about killing people anymore. Certainly taking lifes, even as heartcrushing as it is, is better than inflicting that much pain.
As long no one's being tortured.
Whumpee can't forget Second Whumpee's screams.
AND!
Whumper manage to pick the information they want another way. But whumpee disobeyed them. They won't go without punishment
Whumper captures another person and tells to whumpee to torture this one too, "but without killing"! They'll only die when whumper says they had enough. Whumper knows whumpee is a very empathetic person. They'll use their feelings as a punishment.
"If you kill Third Whumpee too soon, next time I'm bringing two more to be tortured, did you understood?"
Whumpee has no choice. Their heart breaks at every scream, every needle, every muzzle, every blade
But they continue. They don't want it to get worse.
Sorry if it's too long or too specific, I was actually doing this to a character of mine, but I kinda gave up because it was too whumpy, it was before I joined the community. Didn't want to let this idea die. Feel free to use, or maybe tell this idea to someone. As long as you're tagging me.
Also, hope you're having a good week!
I love this so much!!! the whump, the angst, the shame, the guilt and the pain? perfect. I would love to do something with this, but I’m afraid my to-write list is an endless one right now and I might drive myself insane if I adopted another WIP. so I’m answering this in case it sparks some idea to anybody seeing this. if you write something based on this awesome trope, please make sure to tag @cepheusgalaxy
and I hope you have a great week too xx
#admin answers#whump#whumpee#whumper#writing#whump trope#whump tropes#whump prompt#whump prompts#whumpblr#angst#writing challenge#writing ideas#writing trope#writing tropes#writing prompt#writing prompts#tropes#trope#whump writing#whump blog#prompt#prompts#whump scenario#whump scenes#oc stuff#ocs#oc#writer#writers
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Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community! I’m Malice and I’ll be your host today.
Here today to talk all things whumpy is the brilliant @whumpcereal!
It’s great to have you here! Let’s start with a fact or two about yourself like your favorite color or favorite animal?
My name is Kay, and I’m a high school teacher in my 30’s. Besides whumping unsuspecting gentlemen, my hobbies include reading a lot, belting out showtunes, cooking for people I love, hitting up new bars and restaurants with friends, and traveling. And since you asked–and as a teacher, I hate unanswered questions–I’ve recently realized that orange might be my favorite color, and I love gorillas.
What does whump mean to you?
It’s the sort of pressing-on-a-bruise feeling that is wrapped up in watching someone suffer and then be comforted. It’s the need for vulnerability and human connection. It’s watching Prince Philip get chained to a wall and not understanding why you find it so magnetic, but you do, haha!
How did you find the whump community? What made you want to join?
I was writing for the Newsies fandom (I know) during the pandemic, and one of my favorite authors tagged her epic work with “whump.” I clicked the tag on tumblr, and I found @lonesome--hunter’s Ezra almost immediately; I fell down the rabbit hole and never came out. After Ezra, I spent a good long time with @ashintheairlikesnow’s Danny and then @galaxywhump’s Wren. I realized that a lot of what I was putting in my own writing could be classified as “whump,” but I wasn’t sure how to join in the fun. I lurked for a while and then beta-ed for @darkthingshappen before I got brave enough to post my own stuff. But part of what motivated me to start posting was just how supportive and welcoming the whole community is. On AO3, you can get tons of hits but almost no real engagement; with whump, that’s totally different. It makes my little dopamine receptors ping.
The whump community is amazingly supportive! Do you think your view on or the way you consume whump changed since you joined?
I am definitely a hurt/comfort gal. I can’t do the hurt without the comfort, and I need my whump to be strongly oriented in the characters’ feelings, whether we’re talking whumpers or whumpees. I struggle when a character is just getting the shit kicked out of them endlessly; I want them to have some relief, even if the relief is bittersweet or painful in its own way. I also find it easier to whump an OC than I do a fandom character, just because if they’re mine, I can build the kind of backstory that makes the whump reasonable.
And your favourite whump trope?
I do like noncon. Whump is a genre where I’ve really been able to explore scary things that have happened to me, and when a whumpee has an honest (and not needlessly gratuitous) nonconsensual experience, I gravitate toward it, especially if they’re allowed to explore the aftermath and how it makes them feel. I also love a mute whumpee–probably because I watched The Little Mermaid too many times growing up. Something about the helplessness of being trapped in your own body and at the mercy of others–hey, whumperflies! Captivity whump too, especially anything in the BBU. The BBU was one of my favorite discoveries when I found the community. It provides such rich opportunities!
Captivity whump is so good! Would you mind sharing a favourite piece you've written? (the following pieces may contain non-explicit nsfw references)
Ooooh. Well, I guess I’ll choose one from each of my series. For Jack, my first and forever whumpee in Behavior Modification, and his caretaker, my wish-fulfillment fake husband, Joe, it’s this piece with their little girl. It’s something that I wrote in basically a single stretch one afternoon last summer, and I’m proud of it because it shows both how far Jack has come in his recovery and how much everything he’s gone through is still affecting him. It also shows how fierce of a protector Joe is, even though Jack’s got strength of his own. Plus, Hallie, their little girl, was super fun to create. She’s a feisty little thing, and I liked the idea of looking at such a dark, violent system through a child’s eyes.
For The Kennel, it’s this piece which immediately follows my boy Will after his best friend Tommy is forced to assault him. It’s got the aftermath of noncon, plus it includes a lot of world building for my scary whumper, Doc, and his particular set-up. It really sets up the horror of the situation in which Will and Tommy have found themselves and also emphasizes the stories of other whumpees whose stories I’d love to explore (Justin and Tony, I’m looking at you). Plus, it gives Annie–who’s technically the caretaker in this story, even though she’s been abused herself–a chance to think about how she’s been raised and the way her father treats people. My favorite moment is when Will just breaks down completely, because we haven’t seen him do that yet. It’s a human moment, and he’s feeling so much less than human that it’s almost cathartic.
And then, honorable mention to this piece where I crossover my two stories and let Jack help Will as his post-rescue counselor. I had so much fun with that reveal!
Oh wow, I love the Kennel piece! You’ve broken my heart with Justin and Will! Would you like to share your writing routine with us?
I’ve actually been riding a bit of a block lately, but typically, I am an evening writer. No drinks or snacks, but usually movie scores that match the mood of what I’m writing. On good nights, it’s big blocks; on others, it’s just a sentence here and there (that’s been where I’m at lately). I try to write a little every day, but again, it’s been rough lately. Being a teacher at the end of the year is just as hard as being a student, haha.
I can only imagine! Are some things easier for you to write? Anything you struggle with writing?
I have an easier time writing recovery than I do straight whump, which is sometimes a bummer, because the whump community doesn’t seem to like recovery quite as much. So, I’ll pour myself into a recovery piece I have big feelings about, and then it won’t get quite as much traffic and engagement as when I’m roughing up the boys. I am very careful about how I write noncon. I think I do a decent job, but I try to approach it from a place of sensitivity to the person who is suffering versus engaging through violence alone. That can take a lot of time and thought and big feelings.
And is there anything you're working on at the moment?
I do have a fantasy crossover miniseries with Jack, Joe, and Ivan and @oddsconverts’ Josh and Felix that I’ve had a really fun time working on. I need to write a little intro before I post it. I need to go back to Jack and his intimacy consultations at WRU, and AU AU Joe and his reaction to the Drip. Poor Will and Tommy are in desperate need of attention; I need to get Will sold away so all the drama can increase. Maybe during summer vacation?
Do you have a joke or pun you would like to share to spread some smiles today? I am only funny on accident. Just ask my students. ;-)
Do you have any writing advice you’d like to share?
I’m great at giving advice to others, but absolute shit at following that advice myself. For instance, write for you. Don’t write for hits, likes, reblogs, etc. Just write what you want to read. Write as often as you can. During the pandemic, what got me back into writing after years of thinking about it was trying to write a little every day. Find you some writing friends who will get excited with you when there’s something you can’t wait to write about.
Finally, would you like to give a mention to some of the amazing people in the whump community?
I already mentioned some of my favorites, but shout outs to @hold-him-down (whom I was lucky enough to eat very expensive risotto with this spring and whose Leo is one of my very favorite whumpees), @peachy-panic (58 Days is one of my VERY favorites), @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump (whose Wyatt has my whole heart), and @squishablesunbeam (I mean, Jesse? Come on!). My first friends in the whump community were @darkthingshappen (creator of my Benny baby), @oddsconvert (whose series are all so beautifully written that I can’t choose a favorite–she even made me like vampire whump–and who is my wonder twin forever), and @sparrowsage (go check out his new stuff!).
Thank you so much for joining us, @whumpcereal ! It was a pleasure to have you here!
And to all you lovely folks at home, have a whump-derful day!
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LPS: Blog (Re)Intro
Little Peril Stories | Kate | adult | she/her
Masterlists:
The Queen of Lies (ongoing): AU for The Prince of Thieves—sheltered, rich sad girl meets snarky criminal; chaos ensues; whumpy, Victorian forbidden love vibes with a side helping of angst and girl power
The Court of Rogues (work in progress): sequel to The Prince of Thieves; details to come 2024.
The Prince of Thieves (complete): guy and gal get arrested and tormented by super cool, totally normal constable while pals on the outside freak out and make bad decisions; fun 1800s prison vibes with a side helping of angst and chosen family
Blood Garnet (side WIP, low priority): girl gets lost in magic woods and gets chased by her hapless cousin and a grump hunter; awkward magic man tries to help; supernatural(ish) romantasy vibes with a side helping of angst and betrayal
Man of Letters (UNRESOLVED; part of Whumptober 2023): awkward scholar boi tries to save the girl he falls in love with and gets way more than he bargained for; light romantasy paired with heavy emo vibes, with a side of helping of angst and torture
Fen and Freddie (complete): gal gets kidnapped, dopey cinnamon roll with hopeless crush tries to rescue her and fails; vague superhero sci-fi vibes with a side helping of angst and pining
The Curiosity Collector (complete): sweet non-confrontational magic boy gets kidnapped and needs rescuing by bf and sis; witchy, autumnal vibes with a side helping of angst and falling in love
✨ Check out: OC & WIP extras (mood boards, lyrics inspo, tag game creations, and more!)
This is a whumpblr/writeblr space! Sometimes I’ll post/reblog writerly posts, memes, etc., but a lot of the posts/RBs will be about whump. I post original writing and reblog the work of others that I enjoy, gifs, tropes, prompts, and other such things.
I’m down with asks and tag games but may not respond right away. If I seem to ignore you, it’s not personal, it just means real life is taking priority at that moment.
I love comments and feedback on my writing and welcome them with open arms.
A note on age: I know I can’t actually stop you from accessing this blog, but I do not wish to interact with people under 18. It’s not personal, I’m sure you’re great, but it has everything to do with my job IRL. Please respect this boundary and come back on your 18th birthday.
Check out: My Most Common Tropes
My favourite elements of whump have to do with power dynamics, intimidation, dread, and angst. I love captivity-with-a-cause: kidnapping for ransom or as leverage over someone else, prison (in fantasy or historical settings, less so for modern settings though it’s not a hard rule), and the like. Fantasy presents so many creative versions of this trope, so I do love me some fantasy whump! It also gives lots of opportunity for dungeons, shackles, and other fun implements like that. Gratuitous tying or chaining up is always delightful to see. Pining, desperately trying to protect a loved one (…and failing), and self-sacrifice are other big tropes I love, so expect to see lots of those!
As for characters, I love it when they are as far as you can get from perfect, pure, and innocent—when they’re good enough people, but whose flawed or maybe even problematic decisions lead them into trouble. Always, always, I want my characters to have a hand in their own fates. Pure-hearted victims of the narrative who simply fall into a whumpy situation are cute and fun, but not what I tend to write.
A few odds and ends I’m such a sucker for, so you’ll probably find them in my writing:
Sibling relationships
Allusions to songs, books, folklore, and musicals
Nature and weather helping to set the scene (oh my goodness, how many times can I work snow into one story?)
If romance, either slow burn or instant attraction
…with a sprinkling of “huh, I don’t understand what I’m feeling, wtf is going on??”
‘In the nick of time’ rescues
Painfully awkward moments
Fluff and comfort, but only once they’ve really earned it
Almost kisses
Hard choices
Happy endings
You probably won’t find much gore or explicit noncon here, but there might be some elements of those in my stories or in reblogs. I don’t write BBU or pet whump.
My original “whumpy things I like” post can be found here.
Anyway, thanks for reading! 💕 Happy whumping!
#blog intro#whump intro#writeblr intro#this is a reintroduction#whump community#writeblr#whumpblr#pinned post
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The Soiree (part four)
@whumptober No. 4: “You in there?”
cw: manhandling, adult language
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"Hellooo?"
Alexei forced his eyes open at the word, spoken close enough that it made his eardrum buzz. It didn't stick. The world around him wouldn't hold still, and he couldn't stand to look at it, couldn't stand to be aware.
His eyes slipped closed.
"Hey!"
A hand tightened in his hair, forcing his head up. "I'm talking to you. You in there?" A disgusted sigh, and he was dropped again. "Ugh, show a little respect."
(Decked, resurrect, reflect.) It was hard to make sense of anything that was going on. What happened?
He'd passed out, somehow; he was drunk and in pain, but when wasn't he? He was indoors. The man from before was crouched beside him, trying to rouse him—
The man from before.
The party. Fuck, he was still at the party.
The man beside him flicked his cheekbone. Lex hardly flinched, wondering if Uriah would punish him if he reacted in self-defense. He wouldn't even attack, just let his body become too hot to touch, just push the guests away so he could rest.
But no, Uriah's shoes were a few feet behind the man, tapping impatiently, as if he were also expecting Lex to stand up and walk it off.
Stand up and let them have another go.
His chest tightened at the notion. What had he done to deserve this? ...Enough. But what had he done to deserve this from these people?
He'd understand if it was coming from a victim's loved one, from a hero who thought it was their duty, from a civilian who looked at him and saw a monster.
Here, it was without reason. A demonstration of power for those who already held so much; puppetmasters tugging greedily at a marionette.
"Uriah," the man whined above him. "He's not—"
"He's awake," Fox cut him off. "You just need to give him more motivation." Lex could hear the smile in Fox's voice as he continued.
"Why not try the shock baton again?"
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tag list:
@whumpacabra @enteredin2eternity @kixngiggles @whumpsday @kiichu @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @shywhumpauthor @distinctlywhumpthing , @bloodinkandashes , @fleur-alise , @whumpy-daydreams
#whumptober2023#no.4#you in there?#oc#fic#manhandling tw#wildefire#a fun take on 'i deserve this': 'i WOULD deserve this if it wasn't coming from this motherfucker'#whump#whump writing#assassin whump#multiple whumpers
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Lost and Found
i think it feels appropriate that the first chapter posted on here introduces a new (and slightly old) character. with lots of fun backstory.
word count: 5,835
TW: female whumper (briefly there, does no actual harm while there), running away, interrogation (kind of), memory loss, past whump, uhh. i think that’s it!
tldr its not really whumpy, a sweet boy runs away from his owner and finds an azure shelter to help him. tagging @spookyboywhump bc naturally. also shoutout to allen for helping write this bc my brain is MUSH. mush i tell you. i havent posted a writing in so fucking long uh. eenjoy.
-edwin
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The plan was solid, if he didn't mess it up. He had counted the minutes second by second, every day until he was certain he would get it right.
She got up, showered and made coffee. He waited patiently for her to collect him, to bring him downstairs and make breakfast. He helped cook like always, and laughed quietly along to her chit-chat. His heart raced in his chest, his throat tight with anxiety.
"Will you collect the mail for me, sweetness?" She asked. Lost smiled gently and stood up, nodding his head. It was almost over. Finally, it was almost over.
He fetched the mail quickly, hurrying back to her side so as not to arouse suspicion. She wouldn't notice a thing for hours, if everything went according to plan. She was going to leave for work after breakfast and reading the news. It took her an hour to get to and from work on a good day, and about a half hour more if the traffic was bad, which it always was on a Monday. He wanted as much time as he could get.
His owner kissed him goodbye as she left, grabbing her purse and her coat and leaving a bright red stain on his forehead. She waved as she closed the door, and locked it behind her like always.
As if he hadn't learned how to unlock it.
Once she was gone it was time. Lost hurriedly made his way to the bathroom, rubbing the lipstick off of his face as quickly as he could and tossing the wipe into the bin.
He needed something to hide his collar, which took the form of one of his owner's scarves, wrapped around his neck with the hopes of it covering his face enough to bypass anyone recognizing him. It was soft, and as he stared into the mirror he stroked the fabric and paused.
Was he really making the right choice? What if she was angry, oh and she would be. She could have someone track him down, he could be dragged back kicking and screaming and she would hurt him, punish him for his disobedience, because how dare he leave her like that?
Well, wasn't that the point? She had told him his mother was cruel, that she rescued him but… he couldn't remember anything before her. His whole life was just… blank. Every memory erased. Nothing came before her, not in his memory, or in his life. There had to be an after. He needed there to be.
She wouldn't have heard him anyways, but Lost always found himself creeping down the stairs as if every little creak of the wood was going to summon her, and she would see him and know he was going to leave. His stomach turned at the thought, making him nauseous. It would take at least an hour before she was home even if she found out, that was why he chose today. He had even checked her bag the night before to ensure she wouldn't forget anything, and hidden a twenty dollar bill from her wallet in his favourite pair of shoes.
Lost wasn't sure how long he stared at the door, willing himself to build the courage to unlock it. Once he made it past the driveway he was set, he could get anywhere he needed to. He had even written down the directions to the nearest Azure shelter, a name he recognized from her scorn of the company's mission.
How dare people want to be free.
He barely recognized his own hands as he reached in front of him, pressing numbers into a keypad and hoping she hadn't changed the passcode. She got notifications on her phone if he pressed the wrong number, and he knew that she would never let him forget his mistake if she caught him.
1-2-0-8
The keypad lit up green, and a high pitched chime signaled as the lock clicked open. Lost blinked, almost unbelieving. It was working.
He was going to get out.
It chimed again as he shut the door behind him, and he flinched. All he had to do was punch the code back in, and she wouldn't know he had left until she was inside after work and it was far too late to find him again. One two oh eight.
One two oh eight.
1-2-0-8
It beeeped at him when it locked shut, and he smiled slightly. He was almost free, for real. No more false promises.
Lost turned on his heel and began to walk down the driveway, cutting over the front lawn and slipping through a break in the fence that he had found months prior. Conveniently hidden by hedges and his owner's precious flower bushes.
He looked at the house for a moment as he walked away and pondered. Anxiety sat like lead in his stomach, still unsure of whether or not he was making the right choice. He had to be, right? None of his fears could be as bad as she was. He could be a person, on his own, if he wanted to. He just needed to learn.
He just needed the chance.
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It took him longer than he had expected.
By the time Lost made it to the shelter the sun was much higher in the sky than when he began, and his mouth and throat were dryer than he could ever remember. His legs felt weak and his head felt light, making him dizzy. He imagined the scarf wasn't helping, as the sun beat down on him he was sweating hard enough to soak the front of his shirt.
He promised himself it would be worth it.
The shelter was at the end of a very inconspicuous block, and the only things marking it as anything besides an ordinary apartment complex were the security measures and small Azure logo above the door. Lost faltered as he saw two large men standing outside, the bravery he had built up wilting and cowering at the sight, at the idea of what they could do to him. One of them took notice and watched him backtrack for a moment, before calling out.
"Do you need help?"
Lost stood in place. Yes, he wanted to cry. Yes, yes please, please help me. Save me. I need help. His hands shook, along with his legs. He had walked too far to turn back, too far to hide and run back to his owner with his tail between his legs like a dog.
He stepped forward and nodded. The man quietly acknowledged his hesitation, crouching down slightly when he spoke again.
"Did someone hurt you?" Another nod.
The man smiled sympathetically at him, and Lost noticed a collar similar to his around his throat, with a shiny silver plate that said Zander at the front.
"We can help you, you don't have to rush but… when you're ready, we can go inside and I can get you help. You came to the right place." Zander said.
Lost nodded, slowly coming closer. "I- I, I don't… I don't wanna be owned any muh-more…
He collapsed just a few steps away from Zander, who caught him and held him close, feeling how violently he shook. "You're gonna be okay," He murmured. "I promise, nobody is gonna hurt you again."
Zander adjusted his hold on the boy and stood up, lifting him easily. The security guard he had been talking to opened the door for them and shot him a sad smile, familiar with the fragile state of many rescued and escaped victims.
"Thanks." Zander acknowledged. He scanned a card that unlocked a more secure, interior door and pulled it open, hitching the small boy in his arms up to not drop him.
Alondra noticed him coming back in immediately and rushed to his side, standing on her toes to get a look at the boy he carried.
“He just showed up.” Zander explained to her, and she nodded, understanding right away.
“He looks exhausted,” She said, looking at Lost sympathetically, “here, come with me.” She told him, and Zander followed her as she led them back to a more private room. Zander was able to sit Lost down in a chair but he didn’t seem quite ready to leave his side, hesitant to do so at first when Alondra instructed him to go grab the boy something to drink.
He did so after a moment regardless, and Alondra looked at Lost worriedly, asking him, “Would you be okay with removing your scarf? You must be really hot…” She spoke softly and gently, not wanting to pressure him into anything.
Lost nodded slowly, reaching up slowly to unwrap it. "I… d-didn't want… anyone t-to notice… it…" He mumbled, gesturing at the collar around his throat when he pulled his owner's scarf away. He wanted to hold it, despite all of his sense telling him not to. It was her's, not his, and he didn't want it.
He tossed it across the room to dispel his desire to cling to it, to his life as a pet. He wanted out. "C-can you help me t-take it off? I- I don't, I can't, it, it's locked…"
“Of course.” She told him, getting closer to get a better look at the lock. “It might take us a little bit to get it off but we’ll find a way, I promise.” She assured him.
Zander came back shortly after, bringing Lost a nice cold water bottle which he handed to him right away.
“I called Eli while I was out there.” He told Alondra.
“That’s good, he should be able to help us get this collar off him.” She said.
Lost watched the two of them tiredly, holding the bottle in his hands. It was so cold, it felt nice. He held it to his forehead instead of opening it, breathing slowly. "Uh, um. Um, excuse me," He spoke up. "Wuh- what t-time is it?"
Zander looked down at his phone. "It's uh… just about twelve." Lost sighed with relief. His owner wouldn't be home for hours yet.
"Th-thank you…" He said, smiling politely. Finally he opened his bottle of water, having cooled off enough to feel present again. The cold water was a welcome relief, soothing his parched throat. The poor boy was so small his feet barely touched the ground, and he kicked them slightly and shut his eyes happily as he drank.
They gave him time to cool down, knowing he must be tired. They still had to wait for Elias to get there before they could even attempt to get that collar off of him. Alondra let him drink, waiting until he had finished before trying to make him speak again.
"So, can you tell us what we should call you?” She asked. Though she could easily check the collar around his neck, she didn’t want to assume that was the name he’d choose to answer to.
The boy looked at her with wide eyes, seeming to mull it over for a second before answering.
"Muh- my name is, um, my n-name is Lost…" He said quietly. He looked down at his feet as he said it, almost ashamed to admit that he had been so far gone as to be named by his owner. He wrung his hands together nervously, hoping with all his might that these two would continue this level of kindness, that his many shortcomings weren't going to earn him lashings, or the silent treatment for days. Worse still was his owner saying she was disappointed in him, sitting him down to tell him all the ways he's failed her in the past… well, however long it had been since she did it last.
However neither of them seemed shaken by his response, and he let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't his fault that his name was Lost, or that his real name had really been lost to time. He was Lost, or sweetness, although the latter made his skin crawl. He shivered slightly.
“Alright, Lost,” She said with a smile, “my name is Alondra, and you’ve met Zander.” She said, gesturing to him. “Once our friend gets here they’ll probably have some questions for you, but you don’t need to feel like you have to answer anything you’re not ready to, they’ll understand.”
He nodded. These people seemed nice enough, and although he was in an unfamiliar place he was already feeling better about his decision than earlier that morning. It was smart of him to leave early, the kind of thought that would have gone unappreciated by his owner, and her constant efforts to keep him feeling and behaving like a child.
After some time passed there was a knock on the door, and Zander commented on how that must be Eli before telling him to come in. Elias opened the door, taking a step inside but he seemed to pause in the doorway, looking directly at Lost. He almost looked a little bit confused, his head tilted to the side just slightly, but he caught himself and smiled at him, trying his best to appear friendly.
“Hello there.” He said to him, closing the door behind him. “Zander told me you came here looking for help?” He asked, trying to get a good understanding of the situation.
Lost nodded. He was quiet, and hadn't said a word since telling them his name. When he did speak, his voice was soft. He almost seemed afraid to speak above a whisper. "I- I wanna… I wanna be, um, I…"
He stumbled over his words for a minute, getting frustrated with himself the more he stuttered, and the frustration seemed to make it worse. Eventually he gave up, puffing his cheeks out and sighing and settling for another nod.
“It’s alright.” Alondra said to him softly, trying to be reassuring, before she looked to Eli. “He needs help with this collar, it’s locked.” Alondra told him.
“I thought that might be an issue.” Eli said as he stepped closer, stopping before he actually got close enough to touch the collar. “Is it alright if I touch you?” He asked Lost. “I should be able to get this off, I haven’t found a lock I couldn’t figure out yet, I just need to take a look at it first.”
"P-please… please g-get it off of me…" Lost whimpered, lowering his head. "I… I don't, I don't want it… please t-take it off."
“Don’t worry, I’ll try to do this as quickly as I can.” Eli told him, still being very careful as he checked the lock. He’d come prepared for this scenario, as this wasn’t the first time somebody needed to be freed from a locked collar.
The collar was simple, leather stained a light purple collar with thick blue stitching. The lock hung off the back, with a little heart shaped tag on the front that read Sweetness. Lost had never seen the other side of the tag, but he had been told that it said his owner's name, in case he managed to escape her and was found by some well meaning individual.
And just like Elias had promised, he was able to get it off rather quickly, and immediately handed the collar over to Zander to take a look at the tag. “We can get rid of that for you, you won’t have to worry about it anymore.” Eli assured him.
Lost's hands shot up to his throat, touching the skin that had been covered for years now. His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly agape. He looked up at Elias and his eyes shone, the hint of a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.
"Thank you…" He mumbled, his hands gently placed against his throat. He could barely believe the feeling, the freedom of having his throat unbarred and unhidden. The last restraint, the one constant reminder of his ownership, of his place. Finally gone. And so quickly, he barely had the time to process it before it was taken away from him, before he would never see it again.
For a moment, he regretted tossing the scarf away from him.
He almost hoped that his owner had been lying about putting her name and address on his collar, and that they wouldn't be able to find her. He almost didn't want her to know that he was gone at all, and wished he could somehow leave without really doing so. A part of him knew deep down, that there was something wrong with how he had been treated, that he was not a pet, or a child, or anyone's property.
He didn't watch what Zander did with his collar, and put his head back down, pulling his knees to his chest with the hope that curling in on himself would protect him.
He couldn't imagine finding someone in his state and returning them to the name listed on their collar. He could imagine a thousand scenarios, but all of them ended the same way; with that person as far away from any "owner" as they could possibly get.
Now that the collar was dealt with, Elias pulled up one of the chairs so he could sit across from Lost, so he wouldn’t be standing over him anymore. He didn’t try to make him look at him, but he was closer to being on his level and he spoke to him kindly, being very careful with what he said.
“I know you’re probably tired, and we’ll let you rest as soon as we can, but we would like to ask you some questions if that’s okay?” Eli asked him. “We’d appreciate anything you’d be willing to tell us.”
Lost looked up at him through his eyelashes and nodded slightly. "Uhuh," He whimpered, and sat up a little straighter. He focused on Elias' freckles, the scar on his face, anything to avoid looking him directly in the eye. "I- I can."
“If you’re comfortable with it, what can you tell us about the person who did this to you?” Eli asked him gently.
“We’ll look into the name on the collar, but if there’s anything else you can tell us that you think would help, that would be good.” Zander added.
"I…" Lost began, looking immediately anxious. "I, I don't… know. She, she's my owner… um, wuh- what do you wanna… know?"
“I guess we should start with how she got you in that situation to begin with. Did you know her before or was she just a stranger?” Eli asked him.
"Um…" He scrunched up his face uncomfortably. "I… don't… remember. I- I'm sorry."
“That’s alright,” Eli said, “Even if you can’t remember now, if you do remember anything later you can always tell somebody then, everything helps. Is there anything at all you can remember from before you were with her? Any family or friends? We’ll try our best to contact them for you.”
Lost's expression grew more frustrated, puffing out his cheeks again. For years now it had been the more he focused on it, the less he was able to recall. He could remember a terrifying, filthy cell and his hands restrained above him. He remembered being beaten, and screaming for help, and then… nothing. Nothing before, and nothing after until waking up on his owner's carpet; terrified and shivering only to be brought into her arms.
He could remember her petting his hair, holding him and comforting him. He remembered her giving him the name of her sweet little lost pet. But nothing else. Nothing but her.
"I… I remember my… my Miss, I…" Lost placed his hands on the back of his neck and whined quietly, starting to rock back and forth. "I remember Miss. I- I don't… know about… before her. I j-just, I just don't… it's not… there."
“Hey, it’s okay.” Eli said gently. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stress you out. We can stop or take a break if you’d like, we only have to keep going if you want to.”
Lost whined again, putting his head between his knees. "I, I… just, I just rem'mber g-getting… hurt… I… rem'mber waking up… 'nd she was there, Miss wuh, was there 'nd… and… and I don't… have anything… before. Just, just her."
“It’s alright,” Elias said softly, leaning forward in his seat just slightly. “You don’t need to force yourself, I understand. We can talk about anything else, we can leave this alone.” He told him, trying his best to stay calm and calm him down as well at the same time, he couldn’t stand seeing him so distressed. “We don’t need to worry about before until later, right now and how you’re doing is much more important.”
Lost sniffled, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his shirt. "I," He stammered, eyes welling up with tears. "I don't wuh, wanna be useless… I, I'm sorry… I just… I just wanna go home…"
Eli's heart panged. It wasn't going to be easy to get any actual information out of him, least of all because he seemed to not know any. The poor boy was already so distraught, it was almost a wonder how he had gotten all the way here on his own.
"I shouldn't hah, have left…" He mumbled, shaking his head.
“That’s not true, it’s good that you’re here, we’ll keep you safe.” Eli told him. “We don’t need to rush anything.” He looked around worriedly, but it wasn’t uncommon for new rescues to be emotional, and Alondra had already grabbed a box of tissues and offered it to Lost.
“Here, it’s okay to take a break if you need to.” She assured him gently. “No matter what you can or can’t tell them, you’re still going to be safe here.”
He took the tissues with a soft little "thank you," and began wiping his face, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself down. It took him a few minutes, sitting in silence and wiping at his face occasionally.
"M-miss is, um, she…" Lost began carefully. "She's… pretty. Um, she hah, has light hair, l-like, real light. And, and blue eyes like, like mine. She… she isn't muh, much bigger than me. She… she wears pretty dr-dresses, and shoes that make her t-taller. Her friends are… scary…"
He paused for a minute and squeezed his eyes shut, balling his hands into fists and slowing down his breathing.
"Her friends… do b-big, big bad work. Th-that… that's where I think… I came from. They… all have… pets…" He lowered his voice, as if the word itself was dirty, tainted by these people and their actions. "One of them h-hated me… I, I dunno why."
“Hated you?” Elias asked, his eyebrows raised. He briefly glanced at Zander, wondering if he was thinking the same thing he was, the other man seemed just as intrigued by this. The thought that had been at the back of his head since the second he saw Lost was bothering him more now, he took his phone from his pocket and only searched for a minute to find the picture, almost hesitant to show it to him. “I’m sorry, you said her friends did bad work, do you… do you recognize this man…?” He asked him, showing him a picture of Nicholas Fairfax.
Lost's face dropped, the courage he had just built up leaving him in an instant. He pushed himself back in his chair, his breathing kicking up into quick, panicked breaths. He whined loudly, pulling his hands up to his chest protectively.
"Uhuh," He whimpered, nodding. "I, I, I h-hate him, I hate him, he's, he's so mean. He doesn't, he doesn't t-tell the truth!" Lost buried his face in his hands, shaking his head and whimpering. "He's a buh, bully! And his pet is t-too…"
“I was worried you would say that…” Eli scowled, quickly putting his phone away so that Lost wouldn’t have to see the image again. “I’m so sorry that they treated you that way, but you won’t have to worry about him or his pet anymore. The fact you knew who he was is helpful on its own, so thank you for telling me.” He had to remind himself to stay calm, he could be upset later, right now he just needed to focus on Lost and trying to keep him comfortable.
"He… he's m-mister Fairfax. I… I'm not allowed to c-call him by his um, his first name." Lost said quietly. "Good boys um, d-don't." He added, almost as an afterthought.
“Did you… have to spend a lot of time with him?” Eli asked, though he had a feeling he already knew the answer to that.
"Not… at first." Lost chose his words carefully. "I… I wasn't… allowed to. For, for a while. I… I d-disobeyed. And, and I th-thought… he would be nice to, to me. When, when I was wrong… miss didn't care anymore. Cus, cus it was… it was m-my fault." He wrung his hands nervously, looking at Elias. He didn't trust them, not yet, all that he had heard about the company from his owner's angry ranting was that they took pets away, away from where they belonged. He didn't have any idea what was done with them afterwards.
"She j-just kept, kept leaving me wuh, with him. All the t-time. Cus I earned it and, and she had, had places to g-go."
“I’m… I’m sorry… that wasn’t your fault, you never deserved any of that…” He told him. He tried to be careful about what he said, he didn’t always know what would or wouldn’t upset somebody in this situation, but he hated to think he believed he’d earned or deserved any of what happened. It sounded like pretty standard behaviour from Nicholas, but he didn’t want to comment on that to him either.
"Miss t-told me I did," Lost said, as if that made it fact. "She said I'm b-bad, and, and he said so t-too. They, they're… smarter than m-me."
“Well… I don’t think you’re bad… and neither of them are going to bother you here, we’ll make sure of that.” Eli said. He wanted to tell him that they were wrong, he was never bad no matter what they said, they weren’t smarter just because they acted like it, but he didn’t want to overwhelm him, no matter how angry he was that they made him think that way.
"They're mean," Lost replied. "They… th-they suck! I, I don't l-like them." He had finally settled on sitting with his knees up, his arms crossed and his chin resting on them. He pushed his face into his arms, covering his eyes and sighing heavily.
Really, he wasn't sure how he felt. His mind felt strangely blank, although his heart raced and his eyes watered. He wasn't… upset, but he wasn't happy about it, either. Everything seemed so overwhelming. He wanted the questions to end, his head hurt and he was so tired, and hungry, the more he focused the more he realized just how much of a mess he was. He was exhausted, and covered in sweat, his feet, legs and back ached so badly, and his scars burned. He wanted to lay down on the floor and let it swallow him, but the effort of moving even that far made him want to cry. He hurt.
"I… I don't wanna do th-this anymore puh, please…" Lost whimpered, burying his face further in his arms. "I'm so tired…"
“That’s okay, you don’t have to.” Eli quickly assured him. “Alondra can go make sure a space is ready for you, and we can let you get cleaned up and bring you some new clothes and then you can relax.” He told him. “You can take all the time you need to rest, we don’t need to rush anything.”
Lost nodded, too tired to do much else. All of the exhaustion he was feeling before seemed to have doubled, and he barely stopped himself from falling asleep in his chair.
Alondra headed off to set up a room, while Elias left with the promise to return with clean clothes and towels. Zander stood awkwardly in the corner of the room, having not been given a task he seemed to remain stationary, his hands in his jacket pockets and his eyes fixed on the floor. Occasionally he would rock on the balls of his feet, scanning the room while Lost stayed in place.
He was far too tired to move. Presumably, he was going to be offered a shower but the thought only exhausted him more, if only partially because he wasn't used to bathing himself anymore. After four years of being babied and doted on for every little thing, he wasn't quite sure where to begin taking care of himself.
Alondra returned fairly quickly, the same gentle, yet friendly smile on her face that she had offered while he struggled to answer Elias' questions.
"I've got a room with a bed for you, if you want to come with me," She said softly. Lost whined. "You don't have to shut the door if you don't want to, we won't lock you in. And you aren't sharing with anyone, it's just for you."
Lost continued to whine, rubbing his eyes against his arms. He produced an array of colourful explosions behind heavy eyelids, trying with all his might to keep himself awake. He shook his head, grunting in disagreement as he found that words simply refused to obey him.
"Do you want me to carry you again?" Zander spoke up, taking a step out of the corner. Lost mulled it over for a moment. Fresh clothes and a bed did sound better than curling up in his current state, on that chair no less. He groaned something resembling a yes and looked up tiredly, eyes red and puffy. He reached out to Zander with both arms, and Zander picked him up easily. The boy weighed next to nothing, clearly his owner and Nicholas hadn't been doing a great job of keeping him fed, which wasn't uncommon.
Zander followed Alondra down the hallway, up a flight of stairs and around a corner to a hall with many rooms coming off of it, each one having either a blank tag beside the door, or the occupied ones with names hastily scribbled in.
They arrived at a door recently labeled with his name, in a curly, swirling text that he could only assume was Alondra's. Inside was a bed, a table and chair, and a small dresser. Lost noticed a closet around the corner when Zander put him down on the bed, with empty hangers ready to be filled.
His own room.
The most his owner had given him was a kennel.
Elias came back quickly, carrying the items he had promised as well as a small stuffed shark, which he handed to Lost with a shy smile.
"You don't have to want it, or like it, but… I always find hugging them helps me calm down. I thought you might like one."
Lost stared at the small blue plush, with its embroidered black eyes and sharp white teeth. It smiled at him, and he found himself smiling back a little. He tucked it into the bed beside his pillows and smiled at Elias, his eyes shut with sleepiness.
Eli smiled back, and placed the towels and clothes on the bed bedside Lost.
"I got you some sweatpants and a tee shirt as well, um, there wasn't a lot of options so they're blue and gray. I hope that's okay. The showers are just down the hall to your right, there's signs in case you get mixed up too." He explained, gesturing to the general direction of the showers.
"Th-thank you…" Lost mumbled, stifling a yawn. "I… I think 'm too… sleepy… though… um…"
"Oh, that's okay!" Eli exclaimed, not wanting Lost to feel pressured. "You can do whatever you'd like."
"I…" Lost continued. "I wanna… um… new… n-new clothes… and… and… slee… sleepy…" He paused for a minute, looking down at his feet nervously. After a moment he looked at Elias again, big blue puppy eyes pouting up at him from the bed. "Wuh, will you… st-stay with… me? I… I don't… want m-miss to… to find me… please…"
“Oh- of course, if that’s what you’d like.” Eli told him. He was almost surprised he wanted him to do it but he didn’t mind helping, anything to make him feel better. “I can step out so you can get changed but I’ll come back in when you’re ready. I’ll make sure everything is okay while you sleep, you don’t have to worry about her.” He assured him.
Lost smiled. He mumbled another thank you and resisted the instinct to refer to Elias as sir. Eli left the room for a moment, and Lost made sure he kept the door at least an inch ajar, and that he wasn't trapped before hauling himself off of the bed and into his new closet to change his clothes. Lost liked small spaces, and he could imagine setting up a little den of sorts in there to recharge himself.
Changing went quickly despite his exhaustion, and he meekly called for Elias to open the door again as he dragged himself back to bed.
"I… am so t-tired." He stated flatly as he pulled the covers back. The bed was warm, and clean, and the room outside was cool and comfortable. It was a gracious relief after walking so far, and he almost began to feel like he deserved it. After all, he was only human. Lost grabbed the plush that Elias had given him, and held it to his chest before laying down and tucking himself in. He had always preferred to go to sleep with something to hold.
"Thank you," He called again, looking up at Eli with sleepy eyes. "Um, um… th-thank you. 'M, I… I… am… sleepy. Good… goodnight."
“Of course.” Eli smiled at him. “I hope you sleep well, goodnight.” He told him, taking a seat in the chair in the room so he could stay with him. He hoped he’d feel better once he’d had some time to rest, he couldn’t imagine just how exhausted he must’ve been.
It only took a few minutes for Lost to fall asleep. He curled up around his plush, hugging it close to his chest and laying almost fetal. When he closed his eyes the darkness embraced him kindly, wrapping him up and taking over easily. Lost let himself be lulled into sleep by the sound of people working outside his door, knowing that if anyone wanted to come in; they would have to answer to Eli first.
#wren#zander#alondra#lost#uhh#rescue whump#recovery whump#pet whump#ummmmmmmmmmmm#edwin posts#of all the lost dogs#tbh 3am may be a bad time to post this for engagement but i donut care.
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Blue's Writing: The Complete Masterlist
This is a masterlist with all of my works. Current or complete series are above the cut, and all my writing can additionally be found under the tag #blue writes. TWs are included in masterlists for generalized series tws, and at the top of a post for individual drabble tws.
Alec and Raina (Complete): Alec, an artist and a masochist, is snatched off the streets by Raina, a possessive captor who will do almost anything to force Alec into becoming what she wants. But how long can Alec keep his complicated feelings around pain hidden from someone who wants nothing more to exploit them?
Collector's Bounty: Jackson Hawthorne is the eldest son of a millionaire, and due to this, he’s the perfect target for Aris to kidnap— after a hit job gone wrong, he needs enough cash to clean up the mess. But when Jackson’s family refuses to pay the ransom, Aris decides on an even more lucrative idea: harvesting Jackson’s spare organs. And while he intended on returning his captive after reaping his profits, Aris changes his mind after discovering a secret that reveals an opportunity too great to pass up.
Low Profile: Hale Ellison, the disgraced son of a wealthy politician, finds himself in the hands of a mafia mercenary known as Viper. Tasked with gleaning information regarding one of Hale’s father’s associates, Viper seizes the opportunity to torment his new target. As Hale's captivity goes on, memories of his former life begin to resurface, unlocking more questions than answers with each passing moment.
Rock Bottom, A Moneymakers AU: A fanfiction of the Moneymakers series by @coldresolve. Renee Vaughn has hit rock bottom. He’s out of money, out of drugs, and out of luck. And with the law close behind him for what he did to Conrad DeWitt, he only has one option left: sell himself as a willing victim to another red room.
Unhinged Torture: A collection of standalone unhinged torture drabbles! These are more gorey and intense than my other writing so heed the content warnings.
Crowbar
No Escape
BTHB: Impaled Palm
Betrayed: A hero, Dante, is betrayed by their team and left to the mercy of a villain, Ridley, who decides the hero could be useful. Inspired by a prompt from @some-messed-up-writing-for-you.
Left Behind: Zhen Veraldi is abandoned by their allies on the battlefield and captured by the enemy, damned to whatever fate awaits them at their hands. They fall into the custody of Major Sierra Castro, who is much too willing to break them how she sees fit.
Series on Hiatus, Standalone Drabbles, and Trope Talks are under the cut
Series On Hiatus:
Merciless: Mateo is taken prisoner on an enemy ship after catching the attention of its captain. Pirate whump, intimate whump, enemies to lovers.
Betrayed: A hero, Dante, is betrayed by their team and left to the mercy of a villain, Ridley, who decides the hero could be useful. Inspired by a prompt from @some-messed-up-writing-for-you.
Standalones:
Yandere Whumper
BTHB: I'll Punish Your Friend for Your Failure
BTHB: Mind Control
BTHB: Forced to Hurt Someone (an Alec and Raina short)
BTHB: The Collector
A Whumpy Hero x Villain Request
Hero/Villain: Surrender
Surrender part 2
Hero x Villain: "Just be good for me"
Hero x Villain: "Bow Down in the Presence of Lethal"
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Trope Talks:
Intimate whumpers Trope Talk
Gagging Trope Talk
Kind restraints Trope Talk
Manhandling and Touch Starvation Trope Talk
Forced Affection Trope Talk
Trypanophobia (Fear of Needles) Trope Talk
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I'm in the mood for a bit of angst, but not hopeless angst. Do you know some really good fics where Aziraphale or Crowley ends up temporarily dead/assumed dead/almost dead? Not permanent dead because that would be too depressing, but them just dancing around the line. Please? Also, thanks for all the awesome recommendations you make in general.
You’ll want to check out our #temporary character death, #assumed character death, #aziraphale whump, and #crowley whump tags for more fics like these. Here are a few more light angst whumpy fics to add to the collection...
Don't fall Asleep in the Snow (even if you're wearing Pajamas) by Zeckarin
Aziraphale is visiting one of his old friends while Crowley takes one of his longish naps.
But the angel suddenly finds himself in a bit of a predicament.
Will Crowley get to him in time to save the day?
Had We But World Enough And Time by entanglednow (M)
Aziraphale finds himself plagued by a persistent discomfort, which he soon discovers could be the beginning of something much worse, something he's unprepared to face.
Beyond Grace by HKBlack (T)
“Crowley, I need you to do what you do best.”
“Wozzat?”
“I need you to find me, and rescue me,” Aziraphale whispered.
After Aziraphale is discoporated Crowley goes on a mission to do what he does best. Recruiting help from both of their former Head Offices is easier said than done, especially when Hell thinks the whole thing is a ruse, and Heaven thinks you’re on the hunt for more angels to corrupt.
Mauled by EdosianOrchids901 (M)
Hastur throws Crowley in a cell with two Hellhounds and locks the door. Crowley fights back and escapes, but he’s losing too much blood. Can he make it to Aziraphale before he discorporates?
Trial By Water by Luinlothana (T)
The prophecies of Agnes Nutter were indeed nice and accurate, however the first volume was always meant to deal with the events up to and including averting Armageddon and no further.
There never was a prophecy about choosing their faces wisely so the switch didn't happen. Can Aziraphale and Crowley survive their trials without it?
Hell Freezes Over by lilac341 (T)
“Dear one?” Aziraphale’s voice broke. “Crowley, c-can you hear me? Can you see me?”
Aziraphale turned to Beelzebub.
“Can he-?”
“I don’t know,” they confessed. “I think he’zzz in some sort of stasis. Maybe hizzz mind izz still somewhat active…I don’t know if there’zzz a way of knowing.”
Crowley is afraid of three things: the cold, being physically restricted, and not being able to help Aziraphale. A jealous archangel learns of these fears, and places a curse on Crowley. Can Aziraphale and his friends face the difficult truth and his worst fears to find out how to remove the curse within seven days, or will Crowley be frozen forever?
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