Thoughts on Farima (and a bit of a contrast with Kristina) in ep 1-5
In season 3, Farima takes a bigger role. She’s been in the background since the very first episode as an employee of the royal family (a PR person of sorts?), and seems to have always had a substantial role in “managing” Wille. I have conflicted feelings about her. On the one hand, she’s the most functional adult in Wille’s life outside of school, and probably the one he interacts with the most - he seems more comfortable around her than he is around his parents. On the other hand, she’s employed by the royal court, by his mother, and it’s literally her job to “handle” Wilhelm on behalf of the court and its needs.
In some ways, she’s a bit like the queen was in season 2 - she’s nice to Wille and gives him support and attention when it suits her goals - which are to maintain the monarchy and boost the image of the royal family. However, since she isn’t Wille’s parent and is just doing her job, this doesn’t particularly bother me like it does when Kristina manipulates him. This season, Farima generally acts more motherly than Kristina does, in that she seems more aware of Wille’s emotions and communicates with him in a way that is less confrontational and more designed to consider his feelings and anxieties. Yes, having a good relationship with Wilhelm is self-serving in that it makes her job easier, but considering that Wille has likely made her job much harder quite often in the last year, she still treats him overall kindly.
She also picks her battles more carefully than Wille’s parents do. Wille insists that he will be the one to talk to Simon about public image - she respects that (she shouldn’t, Simon really needs more formal guidance and training and Wille, though I think he does mean well, has no idea how challenging the attention is for someone who hasn’t grown up in the public eye like he has). Wille asks for protection for Simon, she doesn’t push back or try to explain why that isn’t possible like I suspect Kristina would, she just does it. She doesn’t have the ability to change that Wille’s parents are asking him to step up and putting too much pressure on him, or that they both decline to show up at his first foundation event, but she is there the whole time and agrees to send August back to school instead of the birthday dinner.
Anyway, her job is supporting the court, which is sometimes counter to Wille’s best interest, but she does it with kindness and respect as much as she is able, and since she is not related to him and just doing her job, I don’t see anything wrong with this.
I see A WHOLE LOT wrong with the queen considering her teenage son her employee, and putting that on the same level as being her son. Being one’s employee and one’s child are two radically different things, and while yes, Wilhelm is technically her subordinate in their work, he’s also a minor and her own child. When the two interests conflict, it should be the parent-child relationship that takes priority, not the other way around.
Employees like Farima exist so that they can be the bad guy, and to allow Wille and Kristina to try to maintain the mother-son part of the relationship, only it seems a bit like Kristina has instead hired someone to mother her child when it isn’t convenient for her.
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Whump Girl Summer day 6: Blackmail
Taglist: @littlespacecastle @whumpymirages @flowersarefreetherapy @painful-pooch (plus @justplainwhump bc you've been waiting for this)
While at university in Canada, Aaliyah is forcefully reminded of her past as a pet.
Set a few years after Cass and Aaliyah move to Canada. Aaliyah's in her second year.
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CWs: BBU, pet whump, rape/non-con, sexual slurs, flashbacks, conditioned whumpee, degradation, self-degradation, blackmail, non-con nude photos, discrimination, briefly implied homophobia, dehumanisation
Aaliyah closes her laptop and removes her headphones, stretching widely. She's enjoying researching for this essay but despite her ability to stay in one place for hours at a time she's getting stiff. And her ears are aching.
Her roommate Zac looks up from his own textbook. "You want to take a break? We have plenty of time."
She picks up her tablet and chooses her words from the symbols. Zac waits patiently, something he's good at and which she's always grateful for, given how some people act about her AAC software.
"Get water. Will be quick."
"Take as long as you need, I'll look after your stuff."
"Thank you."
She heads out of the library and crosses the corridor to the water fountain, drinking as much as she can and splashing a little on her face too. It feels nice.
She hears footsteps behind her and moves out of the way in case whoever it is wants to use the water fountain.
They don't. Instead, they bark out an order.
"Respect."
Aaliyah drops to her knees before she even knows what's happening. No, this can't happen here. She didn't even realise she still did that.
She tries to get up but her body's locked. If she gets up before Master says she can–
No. No, she's not there, she's safe, Master isn't here. He never will be.
So why can't she move?
"I thought so," says a confident, sneering voice from behind her. "See, my cousin's studying in the States, and his frat house just bought a box boy. So cute and eager to please. Combination of some sort, I think. Apparently you're not gay if it's a boxie you're fucking. Anyway, he showed me their pet on a video call and it's funny. The way you cock your head, your inability to read and write, and you always cover your left forearm, no matter how warm it is or what else you're wearing. You're a WRU slut, aren't you?"
Aaliyah doesn't respond. She doesn't reach for her tablet, or move her head, or try to get up. She can't do anything, and that's probably enough of an indictment by itself.
"I knew it." The voice is gleeful now, and he grabs her arm in a bruising grip, pulling her up and pushing her along. "Disabled restroom should be free, right?"
Distantly, Aaliyah realises she should resist. Master isn't here anymore to make her do this. She doesn't want to do this.
But she's not a person. And it has never mattered what she wants.
The boy shoves her into the bathroom and she tumbles to the floor, ending up sprawled on the tiles.
She hears the lock click with a dreadful finality.
"Now, I don't know any of the positions, but I want you on your hands and knees. I'm sure you know how to do that, at least. Oh yeah. And strip."
Aaliyah obeys with shaking hands, throat tight. She wishes the floor wasn't so white and the light wasn't so bright, it reminds her too much of the facility.
She flushes as he looks her up and down. She's not sure how he knows her, but she recognises him from somewhere. The name will come eventually, she thinks.
She doesn't want him seeing her. This isn't like when she plays with Cass and Calixte, this is different, it's like she's a pet again.
No, not just a pet. Owned.
"You really are hot. No wonder you volunteered to be a slut, your looks are your best asset. I don't see why you hide them, I mean most Romantics don't, right? They seduce and manipulate using them. Your looks might not be your very best asset though, I think I'd like to try you out now. You're bottoming, obviously. Let's see how good a slut you can be for me."
Aaliyah holds back her tears as the boy climbs on top of her. She's been taught how to hide her emotions, she's an expert at it, and she blinks her eyelashes seductively at him as he positions her to his liking. She ends up on her back, legs spread between his. He looks at her like she's a banquet.
"Oh, you really are a nice-looking pet. Keep your eyes on me, I want to see your face while I fuck you. I hear you Romantics are trained to love your owners, and really, that sounds ideal."
He's not her owner. He's not. But as he opens the lube in his pocket and slicks her up, teasing her with his finger, she finds that difficult to remember.
He positions himself and slides his cock inside with a wink. Fuck. She hates this. She wishes she could go back to not caring, but now she knows what it's like not to have to do this, not to believe it's all she's worth, not to have an owner (and that's the most important thing she's learnt, and the most painful), it seems impossible to do. The boy isn't her owner, but he feels that way.
So many people fucked her in training, and then there was Jacob, too, so maybe it doesn't matter if he's her owner anyway. She's a WRU slut at heart, after all, and with her owner gone it would make sense that she's a general slut for everyone now.
No... no, that wouldn't make sense. Not the way she'd like. She has Cass and Calixte, although she doesn't want to think of them right now, doesn't want them associated with this.
She buries her emotions deep down where they can't show, covering her anger and sorrow and utter terror with a veil of pleasure. She desperately wants to curl up in a ball and cry it out but she can't. She has to behave, and do what she was made to do.
She's a good pet at heart, after all.
He fucks into her, not caring how she feels about it, and she turns the small moans and sobs that escape into sounds of enjoyment.
"Oh, you're so good at this pet, my god. Keep doing that, this is good."
Aaliyah wants to stop. Just stop, stop giving him this, stop giving in, kick him and stop him from ever doing it again. But she's a good pet, so she won't. The lights are bright and it's so white and she knows she can't disobey or she'll get shocked. The handlers will use their batons if she fights back.
No. No, she's not there, she's free. Free and still a pet and still being fucked against her will.
A hand slaps her cheek, the stinging pain bringing her back to the present.
"Hey. Bitch. Don't zone out on me now, I was enjoying your attention."
Aaliyah bats her eyelids and does what she should. It hurts, but she's made to take that, so she does, even if she desperately wishes she was somewhere else. Anywhere else.
Almost anywhere.
It seems like an eternity before he comes inside her, which is usually permission for her to orgasm too. The boy sighs blissfully and withdraws.
"You are an excellent pet slut." He does up his trousers and pulls his phone out of his pocket, cocky grin back on his face. "Just gotta do something."
Later Aaliyah will wish she had punched him or covered her face or run or something, but right now she just lets herself be manouvred. She's a pet, she doesn't have any free will, and anyway she can't bring herself to move. It's all too much, all over again. He takes photos of her face and her barcode and the two together, and other parts too, making it very clear who and what she is, and what she's done.
"Nice photos. I won't share them so long as you don't tell anyone about this. And, well. I might come up with more terms later. Gotta finish college before I can move and get a Romantic of my own, after all. Do we have a deal?"
Aaliyah nods, barely keeping the tears at bay. How did she end up like this?
"Great. See ya."
He stalks out of the bathroom without so much as a backward glance, and Aaliyah locks the door again before sinking to the floor. Now, the tears come. They can, now he's gone, she doesn't need to keep such a tight rein on her emotions now she's alone.
She didn't... how did this happen? How could she let something like this happen? She's not a person, this is a clear reminder of that, because a person wouldn't be so useless. They wouldn't have a barcode that makes them so easy to control. Master's dead and she's still a pet, still owned in every sense except the completely literal one. She scrunches up under the sink, giving herself a few minutes to cry messily, snottily. Not silently pretty, as a Romantic should.
She takes a deep breath, then another. Then she gets up and leans over the sink, scrubbing her face, wiping away the tears, making her eyes less puffy.
Maybe Zac will assume she's had a panic attack and not ask too many questions. She hopes so.
She dresses hurriedly with shaking hands, wanting nothing more than to go home and curl up in Cass' arms. But she can't do that, because then he'd ask and she'd tell him and she can't risk those photos being shared.
As a pet, she's not allowed wants anyway.
She brushes herself down, takes another deep breath, and heads back out.
Zac spots her as she re-enters the library and frowns. As soon as she's close enough, he murmurs, "Are you okay?" She nods. She's fine, she always is. "Okay. If you say so. Another half hour, then we'll go get food?" She nods again. She's in no shape to use her tablet to communicate right now. Zac squeezes her shoulder and looks back down at his textbook, frowning thoughtfully and highlighting another line.
Aaliyah opens up her laptop and puts on her headphones, pressing play. She prepares to draw down her notes and bookmark the sections she needs for her essay.
It's hard, so much harder than earlier. She was enjoying it before but now she can barely concentrate. Her head swims as she tries to settle back into the research. She has to rewind the audio of her textbook several times as she zones out, constantly replaying the last half hour or so. It hurts, physically, mentally, everything, she was hoping she'd never feel that hurt again.
She's useless. She can't concentrate, can't even read or write. She doesn't know things that everyone else finds obvious, that they all stare at her for not understanding. She's trying, she really is, but she's hopeless at it.
She's been pretending to be a person for a while now, but she's not. She never will be. She's a pet, and that's all she'll ever be.
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