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[spookyboywhump]

Ai-less Whumptober Day Two- Overworked/Exhaustion

I'm posting day two even if it is late, I enjoyed it hehe. Combined these two kinda cuz Zander is. Going through it. This one mentions @fairieboywhump's Cathal a little bit.

Fandom: Oc's/Original Work

Word Count: 1,676

CW: No violence or injuries but exhaustion, talk of unhealthy eating habits, in general unhealthy habits on Zander's part

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Zander never knew when to stop. He didn’t know when to rest, when to take a break, when to grab something to eat. Resting felt like wasting time, he didn’t like to allow himself any free time, it just made him feel empty. He didn’t feel that way when he was working, even if he couldn’t work on Cathal’s case at the moment he could still work, he could still help people, as long as he was doing something, it was better than being alone with his thoughts. Besides, the extra pay from all the overtime he did certainly wouldn’t hurt him. 

 While the extra pay wouldn’t hurt him, his poor habits certainly would, they already were really, but it’s not like he was ready to admit that, even just to himself. He’d been denying it for so long that it took him by surprise when it finally hit him, as he walked down the hallway with Eli, he was talking but Zander could hardly hear him, unable to focus on anything. One moment he’d felt fine, they’d been having a normal conversation, and the next he couldn’t comprehend what he was saying, he felt like the building was swaying, sweat beaded on the back of his neck but at the same time he was hit with a sudden chill. Eli had noticed something was wrong, he was trying to question him but Zander couldn’t respond, he was shaking as he reached his arm out to the wall to find support, having to lean against it entirely. 

 “Zander? Zander, I need you to answer me.” He said slowly. He looked worried, but he stayed calm, looking over Zander in concern.

 “I-I don’t- I don’t feel good…” He finally managed to stammer out. His legs were shaking, he just wanted to sit down, he could hardly think clearly enough to even form a full sentence. There were dark spots in the corner of his vision and his heart was pounding in his chest, he hadn’t passed out in a long time but he was suddenly remembering just how scary it could be. 

 “Alright, it’s okay.” Eli said gently. “Here, let me help.” Zander allowed him to take his arm, doing his best to support him despite his much smaller size. He was able to quickly pull him into an empty conference room, helping him sit down in a chair at the table. Zander felt like he was going to be sick, he put his head in his hands and just tried to wait it out. 

 “Thank you- I’m sorry- I don’t- I don’t know what’s wrong, I’m sorry-”

 “It’s okay.” Eli told him again. “Stay here, try to catch your breath, I’ll be right back.” He said. Zander nodded, trying to take deep breaths and calm himself down as Eli left the room. Even though he was nearly shivering, he had to shrug his jacket off and roll his sleeves up, overwhelmed by everything happening at once. He put his head down on the table, he just wanted this all to stop. 

 He didn’t know how long he sat there, it felt like forever, but eventually Eli came back into the room and Zander sat up to face up, feeling so weak he wasn’t sure he could even keep his head up. Eli handed him a cold bottle of water and set some snacks from the vending machines down on the table, a bag of pretzels and his favorite candy bar. He hadn’t expected to get a treat for nearly passing out but he wasn’t going to complain about it. Eli encouraged him to eat, he watcehd over him worriedly like this would fix all his problems. Zander was almost irritated that it did start to make him feel better, just a little bit. It certainly didn’t cure him and restore him to perfect health, he felt like he’d been hit by a rough wave and was left exhausted and shaking, drained of all his energy, but he could think clearer now. 

 “Is that helping…?” Eli finally asked him, he’d been watching him like he was worried he’d fall unconscious at any second, the way he used to hover over him when he’d suffered a serious injury. 

 “I guess…” He shrugged. “I don’t… I don’t feel as bad, yeah…” 

 “Alright, I’m glad.” Eli sighed. “Zander, please, you’re overworking yourself, I really think you need a break.”

 “Eli, I swear, I’m fine-”

 “You’re not fine.” Eli said bluntly, shutting him down completely. He realized he was struggling to keep himself calm, to keep from lashing out completely. His hands were shaking, but Zander tried not to stare. He could hardly look at Elias directly, so frustrated with himself and the situation it was difficult to really face him. “You can’t keep treating yourself like this. I’m tired, and I can see that obviously, you are too.”

 “Fine, fine, I-I’ll go home and get some sleep, okay?” He said, trying to placate him. 

 “No! I’m- I’m not letting you go back to that apartment, I’m not just leaving you alone!” He insisted. “You’re not sleeping, you’re not eating, you aren’t taking care of yourself at all! The last time I went over there it was a fucking wreck, and normally I wouldn’t give a shit but that- that’s not like you, something is wrong.” 

 “It’s really not that bad…” He said, trying to calm him down, but he knew Eli was right. He’d been having awful, recurring nightmares that kept him awake, he was hardly motivated to clean up properly or feed himself, nothing outside of work mattered to him. Every second he spent at home just made him more aware that something was missing, he was so lonely and he knew he couldn’t fill that void easily. “I’ll make sure I eat when I get home, and I’ll get some sleep, okay? I’ll even take tomorrow off if that would make you happy.”

 “What would make me happy is if you would just let any of us help you.” Eli told him. “You don’t have to do any of this alone, we’re trying to help. You’ll be taking a few days off, and you won’t be going back to your apartment, not right away.” He said it like it was already decided.

 “What? Eli, that’s not- I can’t just-”

 “I already talked to our manager and she agrees, you need some time off. I know you want to be here and you want to be working but, there isn’t much you can do if you’re hardly even coherent. You’ve been overworking yourself and then driving yourself crazy when you’re alone and it’s- it’s just not good for you!” He told him.

 “Then what else am I supposed to do?! That’s where I live, if I’m taking a few days off- which I still don’t agree with, by the way- then at least I should be there to straighten things up, right?”

 “No, I’m not leaving you alone.” He insisted again. “I… I asked your mom to come and get you, while I was out. I think you need to go home for a while, it would be good for you to see them.”

 “You called my fucking mom on me?” He asked him, looking at him in disbelief. “I’m not a fucking child, I don’t need you to go and tell my parents whenever I act up!” He snapped. 

 “I’m not trying to get you in trouble, I’m trying to help.” He told him. “You need it, just, trust me, please? It sounded like they really missed you anyways, they’ll be happy to see you.”

 “They’re my moms, of course they’ll be happy to see me.” He said, rolling his eyes. Eli looked irritated, but he was doing his best to not get upset with him, and Zander just kept pushing him, almost like he was testing to see when he’d finally snap.

 “Zander, we want to help you, we just… you need to accept it.” He insisted. 

 “You keep saying that but this doesn’t fucking help!” He snapped. “I don’t feel any better, I just feel more stressed, what am I supposed to do while I’m gone?!”

 “You’re supposed to take care of yourself. Get some sleep, try to eat more, do something that makes you fucking happy and you might feel better when you come back!” Eli told him. “You are not working alone, I don’t know why you don’t get that. You know we’re still working too, right? Do you trust us?”

 “Of course I do!”

 “Then go the fuck home, go to bed, and let us do the work!” He told him. “I promise, I will call you if it is absolutely necessary, I won’t keep anything from you, but you need some time off, whether you want it or not. You’ll feel better at the end of it, okay?” Zander hesitated, he really didn’t want to give in but at the same time, he knew there was no winning against Eli in this argument. He could be incredibly stubborn when he wanted to be, and Zander felt like if he kept pushing him he’d either start crying or he’d start screaming at him, maybe both, so he didn’t have much of a choice.

 “Alright.” He sighed. “Fine, I’ll go home, I’ll take a few days off, okay?” He told him. Eli relaxed immediately, like he finally let out a breath he’d been holding this whole time. 

 ”Thank you.” He threw his arms around him, leaning down to hug him tightly around his neck. “I know you want to help, I know how much you care, but… I care about you. We’ll do the hard work for you these next few days, okay? You don’t need to worry.” He assured him. 

 Zander hugged him back, and despite his uncertainty, he felt himself relax. He knew he didn’t have to worry about them, he did trust them, what he didn’t trust was himself to remain calm when the entire situation made him feel absolutely helpless. 

#ailesswhumptober2023 #whump #my writing #my oc's #Wren #Zander #fairieboywhump's oc's #Cathal #local man is prescribed a fucking vacation #they're about ready to send his ass to a nice village by the seaside #because the air will be good for him or smth #i had most of this written but was struggling with the first part #and then i remembered when i had some weird blood sugar issues like a year ago #and looked at zander and went #woe. my experiences be upon ye. #i had wanted to make this longer and i may write smth soft later #about his moms and eli taking care of him #they love him very much #i stayed up too late i gotta go to bed now

[fairieboywhump]

The Basement

alright well i Wasn't gonna come back and post again but yk what i have a good support system and anon is off and im doing it anyways.

important: this takes place in the evil zander au, where daniel king (zander) was raised amongst the evil rich bastards who own human pets and becomes one himself, married to nicholas. enjoy this twisted bullshit 

zander and nicholas belong to @spookyboywhump

TWs: pet whump, locked in a basement/intense isolation, choking, punishments, manipulation and dehumanization, use of the words “master” and “owner” and one reference to nsfw. read at your own risk!

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"Get out." Nicholas said sternly, shoving Cathal roughly out of the office. Cathal stumbled into the hallway, catching himself from falling with the wall opposite. "Go find something to amuse yourself while you wait for your owner. I am not it." 

Cathal blinked a few times as Nicholas slammed the door shut, hard enough to make him flinch. He stood there for a moment staring at the wood, unsure of what to do before walking away; lest Nicholas open the door again and see him standing there open-mouthed and criticize or punish him for it.

He would find something. There… had to be something,right? Something to keep his mind off the horrible, aching loneliness that sat in the back of his throat and churned his stomach. He found himself wandering the house somewhat aimlessly, tracing his fingers across the wall as he walked. Every moment spent alone was painful; reminded him of those awful years he spent locked up alone in Clement's house, staring at the sun out the window and hoping for something to get him out of there. 

Daniel liked to take him outside. Cathal loved to be outside, to sit in his arms in the sunlight and feel so wanted and loved and safe. Maybe he wasn't entirely safe, but it was certainly better than Clement. 

Clement… Cathal's mind wandered to the basement, the awful dark and the horrible smell, the way his eyes peeked out from unwashed hair. The last time Cathal had seen him, he had been beaten so severely, he thought that he may never be forgiven. And left there, muzzled and abandoned and so fucking scared. Clement had shot daggers to the back of his head all night, as if he hadn't been trying to defend him, spare him just a little bit of mercy. Serves him right for trying to help such a wretched person.

He really had loved him once, though. He thought they could be happy. He thought they loved each other. Foolish, he knew, but he really had realized too late. 

Cathal found himself quietly making his way over to the basement, one foot absentmindedly in front of the other until he stood in front of the door, wondering if this was worth the risk of upsetting his owners. 

He pushed the door open. It couldn't be that bad, right? He just wanted to look at him. Just wanted to see. 

The first step creaked just a little when he put his weight on it, and in the sliver of light, Cathal could see some of the horrible things that were kept there to keep pets in line. He stepped back, reconsidering for a moment. Could it be that bad? It certainly was the last time. But the last time, he had tried to defend Clement, he wasn't going to this time. Just look at him… well, and he did have a few questions he had been wanting answers to for years now. 

He pressed on. Down the stairs, keeping the door open just a little for some light. He just wanted to talk. 

Clement eyed him wearily as he approached, squinting hard to try and make out who was coming towards him without his glasses. Once bright green eyes seemed dimmer, whether that was the darkness of the basement itself or Clement having been broken down so far past his pride, Cathal wasn't sure. 

"What… do you want…" Clement croaked. "Shouldn't you be bent over some motherfucker's desk being his little fucktoy?" 

Cathal's lip curled, and he glared down at him. "I wuh-wanted to talk."

"Well I don't." 

The two of them stared at each other. Both of them knew Cathal could stay there if he wanted, and Clement had always had a problem holding his tongue, so if he really wanted to start a conversation, he could. Clement glared at him from his spot sitting on the floor, just barely able to make out the pale skin, colourful collar and ash blond hair that he recognized as Cathal-shaped. The other two were much harder to make out, both of them being around the same height with dark eyes, short, dark hair, and almost always wearing black jackets of some sort. He relied mostly on voices to tell them apart. 

"Th-this is all your fault anyways, y-you know that, right?" 

"Do you think I don't fucking know that?! You think I don't spend every goddamn day in this fucking hellhole losing my mind because it's all my fucking fault?! I caused all of this, I don't get to see the sun, I barely get to eat, I haven't not had a collar and chain around my throat in fucking months, and it's all. My. Fault. I know." 

Clement jerked forward as he spoke, sticking his chin out the same way he always had when he got angry. Cathal took a step back, panic rising in his chest at just the sound of that voice again. As pathetic as he looked now, he had been Cathal's owner for almost seven years. Apparently, the hurt lingers. 

"Y-you, you don't sc-scare me." Cathal announced, and Clement laughed. 

"That's the funniest fucking thing I've heard in months. Right after you step away, because I raised my voice- and you can't possibly handle that, no. Pampered and spoiled and still a scared little bitch." He sat back against the wall, rolling his eyes as he spoke. 

"Sh-shut up!" Cathal whined, crossing his arms over his chest and stepping back again.

 "You said you wanted to talk, it isn't my fault I'm still not what you fucking expect." 

The two of them froze at the sound of the top stair squeaking, and Cathal could've sworn his heart stopped. Heavy footsteps echoed through the basement as someone descended the stairs, and Clement pushed himself as far against the wall as he could, praying the darkness kept him at least somewhat unnoticed. 

And the lights flicked on.

"Fuck," Cathal heard Clement mutter under his breath, just quiet enough that whoever had just come downstairs wouldn't be able to hear. 

"Puppy?" Daniel called, and the colour drained from Cathal's face. Oh no, no no no no, Daniel would be so angry to find him here. And as much as he wanted to run, Cathal found himself frozen to the spot. 

"Puuuppy?" Daniel repeated, in a sort of singsong voice. "Where are you, baby?" 

The basement was large enough that if he moved fast enough, Cathal could potentially give the impression that he had never gone near Clement, that he was down there for something else- 

Daniel stepped into view, and his expression hardened at the sight of the two of them. "Puppy," He said, his tone harboring a disappointment that shot like ice through Cathal's heart. "What are you doing down here." 

It wasn't a question. There was no room for explanation, and the three of them knew it. Cathal fell to his knees, eyes welling up with tears already. 

"I-I'm sorry," He cried. "I'm sorry, I- I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry Master, I'm sorry-" 

His owner grabbed him by the face, forcing him to look up with his chin held between Daniel's thumb and forefinger. Cathal looked up at him, and before he could apologize again Daniel slapped him, hard enough across the cheek that he fell to the floor. 

Cathal curled up on himself, arms protectively in front of his chest, and sniffled as Daniel stepped closer to him. Daniel grabbed his collar, pulling him up off the ground and to eye level. Cathal's toes barely touching the ground. 

"What did you say to him." 

He dropped him to the floor again, and Cathal barely caught himself before his head connected with the cement. He scrambled to kneel again, just like he was trained to, and looked up at Daniel once more with wide, tearful puppy-dog eyes. 

"I-I'm- I'm sorry-"

"I don't want to hear you apologize. Tell me what you said to him." 

Cathal stared down at the ground for a minute, trying desperately to calm his breathing at least somewhat. 

"I- I," He started, grabbing onto the bottom of his shirt and beginning to pick at the fabric. "I, I told, t-told him it, it, it's a-all his f-fault… c-cus, cus-" 

"What else." 

He whimpered at Daniel's unforgiving tone, shrinking in on himself slightly. "S-said, said he- he d-doesn't, doesn't, d-d-d-"

"Come on." Daniel ordered. Cathal flinched, shaking and beginning to hyperventilate again. 

"I- I, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, please, t-told him he d-doesn't, doesn't sc-scare m-me… 'nd… 'nd, t-told… told him to, to sh-shut, shut up…" 

Daniel seemed to soften ever so slightly, sighing as he looked down at Cathal. "Puppy, baby. You're not allowed to come down here. Not by yourself. What made you want to disobey me, puppy? What made you want to be bad?" 

Cathal whimpered. He looked down at the floor, then at the wall, back to the floor and again a few times. Daniel frowned, and crouched down in front of him, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look him in the eye.

"What were you a bad puppy for, love? Answer me."

"I- I- I- I j- I just, I just g-got, got l-lonely. W-wanted… s-somebody to t-talk to…" Cathal whined, giving his best helpless little puppy eyes in the hopes he wouldn't face too harsh a punishment. Daniel was so good to him, but he could be vicious, and the idea of him unleashing that on Cathal again was almost too much to handle.

"Why didn't you go sit with your master, baby?" 

Cathal's eyes filled up with tears once more, and as he bit his lip and presented Daniel with quite an impressive pout he sniffled, thinking about how he had been shoved from the office and chased away over and over again throughout the day. "H-he," Cathal whimpered, his chin shaking. "He didn't- didn't want me too! T-told me to, to l-leave him alone…"

"Aww, poor love." Daniel chided. "You're still not allowed in the basement though, baby. You know that, right?" 

Cathal nodded sadly, knowing that no matter what he said, or how sweet and innocent he tried to look, a punishment was coming, and he was going to wind up in a lot of pain for the next few days. 

Daniel's gaze hardened again when he looked past Cathal, seeing the way Clement pressed himself into the wall in the hopes of not being noticed. 

"You." He said, standing up. He snapped his fingers and pointed in front of himself, signalling for Clement to come forward. Instead, he seemed to try and push himself further into the cement, his heart pounding in his chest as he did. 

"Please, no…" Clement whined, which didn't seem to phase Daniel at all as he grabbed him by the collar, unclasping the chain that kept him connected to the wall. Daniel threw him to the ground in front of Cathal, who flinched and jumped back when he did. Clement glared at him for a moment before his cheek was pressed into the floor, Daniel's boot on his head keeping him on the ground. 

"Y'know what happens when you're bad, puppy?" Daniel asked, looking at Cathal shaking in front of him. "What happens when you disobey me? People get hurt." He shifted to put more weight onto the leg holding Clement down, which was met with pained whimpers from the man. He sounded pathetic, frankly, and the sound turned Cathal's stomach. He didn't want to see this. 

Clement only stayed on the ground for a few moments more before Daniel got off of him, and grabbing him by the collar again, shoved him roughly into the wall. Cathal could practically feel the air being knocked from his lungs, something he had experienced countless times before, and although it was Clement, he could hardly bring himself to watch. Daniel slapped him once, twice, a third time and then again, over and over, held up against the wall by his throat and hit until Cathal could barely tell if his face was red from the repeated impact, lack of oxygen, or simply humiliation at being treated this way. Possibly all three. 

He wanted to make Daniel stop, tell him to please do anything else, but his memories of the last time, and knowledge that Daniel could likely think of a hundred worse things to do prevented him. Cathal wiped his tears away, watching Clement be treated like a punching bag by his Daniel through weepy eyes. 

In all honesty, by the time it was over, Cathal felt sick. He couldn't tell you half of the things that he had watched be done to Clement, nor begin to process his horror at having been the cause. When Daniel threw Clement to the floor in front of him once again, and Cathal looked at the bloody, pathetic mess of a man that he had once so adored, his first instinct was to cry. And although Clement glared at him like he was the devil for it, he couldn't help himself. The tears simply refused to stop. 

"Oh baby," Daniel sighed, pushing Clement out of the way to kneel in front of Cathal and wipe his tears away. He took his sweet, devastated puppy's face in his hands, looking into those beautiful tearful blue eyes and smiling gently. He wiped away a line of salt from Cathal's cheek with his thumb, pulling him forward ever so slightly and kissing the top of his head. "Baby, my love, my sweet sweet puppy. It's alright, it's over darling. You're my good boy again, y'know that? You're so good for me." 

Cathal sniffled and nodded, trying hard to keep his sights on Daniel and not Clement shaking in the corner of his eye. He let himself be pulled close and held, didn't fight or argue or pull away when Daniel carded a hand through his hair and rocked him ever so slightly. It wasn't comforting, in fact the opposite - the juxtaposition of violence and tenderness never failed to make Cathal's head spin. 

Daniel pulled away from Cathal after a few moments, leaving him to sniffle and wipe at his face as Daniel dragged Clement back to the corner and clipped the heavy chain to his collar. 

"Come on, puppy." He said after he had. "Let's get you back upstairs where you belong, alright love?" 

A simple, vacant nod was all that he needed to see before he picked Cathal up, and the boy peeked over his shoulder as they walked away. Clement glared at the two of them, shooting daggers until the very moment the lights flicked off and Daniel carried his puppy up the stairs. 

#evil Zander Au #welcome to my twisted plates #sjgerujghfuhgjgfh #my ocs #allens ocs #my writing #cathal #clement #nicholas #zander

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Hehehe

@uuuuuhwhat @spookyboywhump @fairieboywhump @befuddled-calico-whump

COME GET YOUR CHILDREN

The characters are the following:

-Spookyboywhump’s Zander

-Befuddled Calico’s River

-Fairieboywhump’s Cathal

-Uhhhhwhat’s Brecken

Seriously tho I felt like practicing more diverse faces so I drew some of my fave whumpees.

[image id: pencil drawings from left to right; a man facing sideways. He has messy dark hair and wears a collar around his neck. He is frowning and has a scar on his jawline; a drawing of a man facing to the opposite side. He has long, neat black hair and pointed ears. He wears a thick collar and looks wistfully towards the edge of the page; A front-facing cartoon drawing of a character looking upwards anxiously. He has large eyes, one of which is covered by his hair, which is messy and light-colored. He wears heart-shaped stud earrings and a ribbon choker; a man facing the camera and looking anxiously to the side. He is scowling and wear a large eyepatch over the right eye and has a large scar across his face, diagonally from left to right. His hair is neatly combed to the right side. /end id]

#whump #pet whump #tw pet whump #whump art #elf whumpee #fantasy whump #other’s oc #my art #captivity whump

[ofallthelostdogs]

Cathal, what if I told you zander is ready to make you feel better with a nice hug and a snack for you to eat?

"I- I would like that... but, but I, I don't... think I'd b-be allowed." Cathal pouts sadly and crosses his arms. "Sir doesn't like him."

#edwin posts #cathal #idk why ive decided these r for before clem death

[my-whumpy-little-heart]

Best AU Part 2: The Pining Awakens

This is a fanfiction written with the permission of @spookyboywhump and @ihaventwritteninsolong. This chapter features Allen’s characters Wren and Zander, with plenty of references to Edwin’s character Cathal.

Wrote this pure, unadulterated fluff to help get out of the writing block I got driven into near the end of May. A nice, happy palate cleanser if you will. Linked here is the previous part to this with proper explanation as to what’s going on with this universe lol.

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Zander hadn’t moved from his one spot on the couch since he’d come in some twenty minutes earlier. At first, Wren thought he might have just been in a mood. He got quiet like that sometimes after a particularly bad day... would sit on the couch, curled up as he broke down slowly, and Wren could only hope Zander would open up and talk a little so he could help.

But today was different. He’d been curled up, staring intently at his phone, typing and scrolling at odd intervals. A vaguely frustrated expression was set into his face, but there was something softer behind it. Slowly, carefully, Wren walked over from the kitchen and sat on a chair across from the couch.

Zander didn’t even look up.

“Soo… how was your day?” Wren asked softly, and Zander jerked in surprise. It was like he hadn’t even noticed his presence. 

“Mmh, good,” he hummed, and Wren had to hold back a smile at his transparency. 

“Anything... particularly good happen?”

“No.” Zander bit back a guilty smirk, but he saw the beginnings of it on his face. As he stood from his chair, Wren was sure he’d never heard a worse lie in his life. 

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“So I’m guessing there’s also no reason you’ve had your nose buried in your phone since the minute you got here?”

Zander sighed heavily, breath hitching with barely contained laughter, clicking off his phone and shooting a tired glance at Wren. The shorter man had the height advantage for once, and walked over to stand above Zander as he curled further back into the couch. He had his hands on his hips and the smarmiest grin plastered on his face.

“C’mon. What’s their name, Zander?”

“Huh? Whose name?” he asked, still feigning ignorance.

“The cute person you met today and can’t stop thinking about, obviously.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Zander said quickly, almost too quietly for Wren to hear.

“And I don’t know your phone password so I can catch you off guard and verify my theory,” he smiled, and his friend sighed. They’d played that game before, and Zander had always lost in the end. He could change the passcode or leave entirely, but he knew he was fighting a losing battle at this point.

“So~” he sing-songed, “What’s their name?”

“I dunno, I didn’t catch it,” Zander shrugged.

Wren gave him a pointed glare.

“Cathal.”

The glare intensified.

“Ugh, Cathal Weber. That’s his full name. Happy now?”

“Very,” Wren grinned devilishly, flopping on the couch next to him and snuggling up close so he could stare at the glowing phone screen. It was open to the Instagram search bar, no results showing. “Did you find all his social media accounts yet?”

“Literally the opposite,” he groaned, “Sir Cute Hot Chocolate Man has apparently never seen a computer in his life.”

“So you met him at work, then,” Wren declared.

“Ugh, yes. And before you yell at me, he was new, and I did ask for his last name even though I didn’t need it,” he muttered. 

“Zander…” he adopted a serious expression, voice heavy with false concern, “you can’t keep doing this...”

“Fuck you, I do what I want.” Zander grabbed a pillow and swung it weakly at him as the younger man snickered.

“Alright, so tell me more about this Cathal “Hot Chocolate Hottie” Weber,” he mimed quotes with his fingers, and Zander went red.

“Hey, don’t call him that!” he pouted indignantly.

“Oh right, I forgot. The cute nicknames are just for you lovebirds,” Wren teased.

“I just met him!”

“And look at the mess he’s made of you already…”

“I’m perfectly put together and can absolutely banish his glorious fucking face from my mind whenever I want to, thank you very much!” Zander shouted, face almost completely red at that point.

Wren let the silence hang in the air for a few seconds.

“So.”

“So, what?” Zander crossed his arms.

“You have a lot to say right now and you’re not letting it out.”

“Maybe.” Wren raised a brow, waiting for him to go on. “Okay! So, imagine the hottest, most angelic human being you’ve ever seen, then-”

“Zander, you lost me already.”

“Aghhhhh, are you seriously gonna make me describe him?”

“Listen, unless you want me to picture a person on fire every time you call this boy hot because that’s all the word hot means to me, then I’m gonna need some words to go off of,” Wren said, waving his hands animatedly as he spoke.

“Alright. Imagine this boy; he’s only a little shorter than me-”

“Aw come on, not another giant in the family!” he whined.

“Do you want to hear or not?!”

“Oh no, go on, go on. I’ll be crying in Short over here.” Wren sank back into the couch, and Zander sighed heavily before he spoke again. 

“...okay. A little shorter than me, and cute kinda wavy hair that just looked really soft. It was sort of blond-ish, but a little sandier? Hard to describe, but he had the most breathtaking blue eyes and wore this apron in the same color that really brought them out...” he trailed off, expression dreamy and caught up in the memory of Cathal.

“Sorry, apron? You didn’t say he was a new coworker, unless...”

“No, he works at that flower shop down the street. Sunflora.”

“I still can’t believe they named it after a Pokémon,” Wren laughed. “But cute boy? Likes flowers? I can telepathically sense that he’s a twink? Might as well have taken a boy and printed ‘Zander’s type’ on his forehead.”

“Oh my god, Wren, shut up. You can’t just break into my mind to get a look at the hot guy, that’s a breach of privacy.”

“Hot, shmot. I wouldn’t waste my mind reading powers on that,” he waved a dismissive hand. “Now tell me about his alluring personality.” Wren wiggled his eyebrows jokingly and Zander rolled his eyes.

“Well, okay first off, he was super polite and nice, and he did the cutest thing where he forgot he was wearing his work name tag, right? And I felt really bad for reading his name off of it at the time and I think it freaked him out a bit, but it was really charming how genuine he was too you know? And then he ordered his hot chocolate with marshmallows, and that was just- really fucking cool of him. Like, could you ever get the courage, as a full grown adult, to ask for marshmallows in your drink and not immediately feel like someone’s gonna look down on you?”

“Zander, I still get carded for buying wine at the grocery store. I’ve transcended embarrassment and risen into a plane of pure indifference.”

“Okay, well that doesn’t apply to you. But still, even just working at a flower shop? Screw gender roles and societal norms and all that, but that doesn’t mean people aren’t gonna be climbing out of the woodwork to drag you for being a man who dares to get anywhere near flowers. I just- He had the most beautiful laugh. And he was wearing the cutest sweater too, with a collared shirt under it in these nice pastel colors and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more confident and fucking badass than that…” Zander trailed off, tears glistening in his eyes.

“...you need a minute?”

“No, no I’m good I just-” Zander sat up, wiping at his eyes, but when Wren wrapped him up in a hug he fell apart completely. “Wren… oh, Wren, he’s fucking incredible…” He tucked his head in the crook of Wren’s neck, arms shaking and eyes glassy, “...and I know he’s never gonna like me back, or I might never see him again, but I’m never gonna forget him for as long as I live…”

“Woah, hey, slow down,” Wren said, rubbing circles into his back absentmindedly. “You can’t just make assumptions like that before you know more. We’ve talked about this.”

“But every time, I swear, all the pretty guys are straight, and all the nice girls are gay, and if they aren’t any of those then they’re aro, or they’re taken…” he rested his full weight against Wren, who laid down sideways with a small ‘oof’, wrapping his arms tighter around his friend.

“Let me ask you a question then. How much time did it take him to say a word when he first stepped up to the counter?” 

“Well… probably thirty seconds at least? But that was definitely my fault for tripping over my line, and then that whole name thing…”

“Mmhmm, right,” Wren nodded, “I’m only gonna take your first sentence into account there. So when he did speak, how much did he trip over his words?”

“Oh, a lot actually, but I think he just had a stutter.”

“Okay, fair,” he conceded, “different question then. What was he staring at when he wasn’t talking?”

“Uhhhh…” Zander trailed off, trying to remember. “I don’t know, he kinda looked around in front of him without moving his head very much, like he was lost?”

“That’s called ‘checking you out,’ dumbass. He’s definitely into you.”

Zander made an unbelieving ‘hmph’ sound and wrapped himself tighter around Wren, making sure to move further to the side so he didn’t suffocate him. 

“Alright, you gotta move though so I can cook-” he started, but cut himself off when Zander looked up, his dark eyes silently pleading. “-but on second thought, I’m really hungry for pizza tonight. Wanna order out?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Zander sighed, tucking his head back down as Wren dug out his phone and dialed their favorite restaurant. He was silent then, except for a quick whispered reminder to request an extra turn in the oven so their pizza would still be nice and crispy when it arrived.

They were quiet for a long while after that, and by the time the doorbell rang Zander’s breathing had evened out and he slept peacefully, still holding on to Wren.

Bonus: here are the only notes I made before writing this chapter.

“Plans: hmm wren. Then they get to cuddle because allen can’t fucking stop me. But wren is still being petty because i love him“

and that’s the tea, really.

#fluff #fanfiction #best au #zander/cathal #all my love to edwin and allen #no whump only love #pining #mutual pining #but zander doesn't know that #he is merely a Fool and will not listen to wren #wren: you two are in love #zander: very funny let me mourn now #dramatic man is dramatic #cuddling #no strings attached /allen/ #i see you over there with your angst and cuddling but what if just. this. #ya know? #anyway posting time have fun with the happy things you wonderful people

[whump-me-all-night-long]

amethyst 🤝 dark au zander

"what if i judt went apeshit"

yessss. they both just want to help their sweethearts :) ruby and cathal should really be grateful for them

#the jewelry box asks #ihaventwritteninsolong

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Can I pull a reverse and ask what Brody would think of scary, angry and disobedient yet incredibly over protective Zander?

:D

First thought would be “oh my god scary person hide hide hide.” He’d slink behind whoever he was with, not wanting to catch his eye which would probably catch his eye. 

Brody isn’t that used to other pets, and is way way way un-used to defiant pets. (now that I think of it he’s never been around one and that has to change like yesterday) so his eyes would get so wide when he saw Zander talk back to Cain. Like, he might not even have fully considered talking back like that until he saw Zander do it. 

It would just break his heart to see Zander and Wren or Zander and Cathal. Nobody’s protective of him like that, (except Aries but he doesn’t like to remember them. Actually now that I think about it Zander and Aries would get along like a house on fire.) 

In the end Zander would probably have to grab him and drag him away cause he wouldn’t make the first move to go to him. But then it’d be a struggle to get him back. 

#oc meet and greet #zander #brody #pet whumpee #yeah i really need to put Brody in a room with a defiant whumpee so he knows they exist lol

[whumpinator]

I’ve grown a mouth so sharp and cruel

It’s all that I can give to you, my dear.

Teeth and Tongues/ The Crane Wives

What I love about Cathal is his quiet ability to survive, even against the impossible. Clement and Cain’s constant attempts to make him see that Zander is bad for him, that Zander will hurt him, don’t sink in. Stuck in what is possibly the most abusive relationship of all fictional history, brutalised, tortured, dehumanised, made into a weak worthless un-person, Cathal’s greatest rebellion and what saves him in the end, is trusting that Zander truly loves him.

ID: (A collage of Cathal @ihaventwritteninsolong ‘s OC)a slim brown-haired man standing inside a large red mouth with sharp white teeth and golden canines ( in reference to @spookyboywhump ‘s OC Zander) At first glance, Cathal appears to be in danger but his smile betrays that he is not being eaten by the teeth, but protected by them.)

#whump art #Cander #fanart #whump

[whumpfigure]

if you could only read three books/series for the rest of your life, what would they be and why?

Ok I'm not gonna choose any books because they finish and I don't want that. So I'm gonna choose the whumpblr series I really love.

1. @ashintheairlikesnow 's whole boxboy series including Chris, Kauri, Antoni, Karen's boys, and everyone else. Because my connection with these characters is so strong that I basically can't do without them.

2. @slaintetowhump 's Demetri and Rossi series because both of the are delightful and Rossi is my fave ever bastard. I can literally never shut up about my love for him ok?

3. @spookyboywhump and @ihaventwritteninsolong 's story because I love all the characters there. Zander is my man and Wren and Cathal are baby and Clement is the most gorgeous bastard and Puppy Cain is delightful and Nicholas is awful. Just, perfection right there. I can read it forever.

[brutal-nemesis]

6, 12, 15, 46?

6.  Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

Syll and Einn for the ones I’ve talked about, I think. Mostly because they’re both Asian (Asia doesn’t exist in my world but I’m not out here to make up races from scratch), though Syll is more Japanese and Einn is more Korean looking. 

12.  Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot

I WOULD KILL AND DIE FOR WREN H (aka @spookyboywhump‘s wren (i still love wren r tho)) HE DESERVES TO BE A HAPPY MERMAID WHO IS FRIENDS WITH STEVE IRWIN AND A VERY BOUYANT RAT NAMED ZANDER

15.  Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?

Of course! Hence my constant reblogging of ask games lol

46.  Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?

Surprisingly no! I think it’s more a product of my audience and the fact that my only whumpee rn is Jairus and he’s not the sort people are really clamoring to protect.

Other people’s ocs on the other hand...(looks at Wren R, Llyr, Cathal, and Zander)...yes, yes they have.

#ask game #legallylibra #thanks erin!! #honestly surprised no one has yelled at me for what ive done to jairus yet #maybe they have and i forgot #but it only gets worse so...eventually someone will

[fairieboywhump]

truth serum for evil zander au cathal, can you tell us exactly how you feel about nicholas and how he treats you?

"Um," Cathal looks nervously away, biting his lip. "He- uh, he, I... I l-like him... I wuh, want him to like me m-more... H-he's so m-mean, he's so mean, he d-doesn't like me at, at all, I think, and, and I, I duh, dunno why! I th-thought I was 'sposed to, to be special, I thought, I, he t-told me th-they were g-gonna take care of me..." He just looks sad, now.

"Sometimes... I th-think he likes me? Um... and, and other t-times I, I'm... pr-pretty sure he h-hates me... I don't... kn-know what I did wrong..."

#he is so sad and so confused and it only gets worse #cathal #evil zander au #asks #my ocs

[whumpasaurus101]

Zander’s kiss :v

So before the piece I just want to say a big thanks to @spookyboywhump for letting me borrow their charachters!!! Thsi was really fun to write! 

All charachters belong to @spookyboywhump

go checkout the full story: masterlist

TW: detailed kiss// “Oh come on!” Venessa teased, “It’s just for a game. It doesn’t actually mean that you like him! Besides he likes that Cathal pup anyway, so you don’t even have a chance!”Cain looked at the card once more, making sure he had read it correct. ‘Kiss them.’ Fuck. He reluctantly roled the dice. Just his luck... he got 6. He saw Venesa’s eyes widen with excitement. She was also quite jealous that Cain got to kiss Zander but there were still a few cards that she would love that were yet to be picked. “6 seconds,” Cain demanded but Venessa started laughing, “Oh, you are funny! I’ll set six minutes on my phone.” 

As Venessa set the timer, Cain prepared himself. Kissing. Easy. He could do this. Six minutes. How would he breathe? No, he got this! He slowly walked over to Zander and knelt down in front of him. Venesa counted him down. He drew a deep breath and leaned in. It was awkward at first, Cain had to put his hand in Zander’s hair, just so he would know what was about to happen.

Zander jumped at first, he felt soft lips join with his. He couldn’t feel the usual thick layer of lipstick. Zander shivered. It was Cain! Zander tried to pull away but the hand on the back of his head forced him into the kiss. Zander wanted to cry, just a few days ago, Cain has kicked the shit out of him, and now he’s kissing him. 

He hated the game they were playing. He was blindfolded, wore earphones that blasted music so he couldn’t hear anything and Cain and Venesa were doing evil shit to him. To be honest, he preferred it to be him rather than Wren. Thinking of it now, Zander felt sorry for Wren. Right now he was locked in the room. He was probably extremely nervous for Zander.

Zander was brought back to reality as his blindfold and earphones were taken off by Venesa. Cain stopped kissing him.  They both stared at each other. Zander was scared, he wanted it to be Cathal, not Cain! “T-That’s breaking the rules!” Cain stammered.  “I never said that the earphones and blindfold were mandatory,” Venesa snarled. “Well don’t let me ruin the moment,” Venessa laughed, “You still have two more minutes.” And with that Cain slowly leaned in. Zander glared at Venesa. He hates her. He knew that this was her idea to play this fucking game. Cain slowly pushed Zander’s head closer and Zander allowed Cain’s lips to meet with his.

#kiss #zander #cain #i cant spell venessa's nameright! #enjoy #typos #its very short #short and sweet :)

[spookyboywhump]

Wren loves Zander very much but had Cain gone through with that threat he may very well have killed him. Zander may not have woken up the next morning. His only moral dilemma would not be that murder is bad but that Zander dying may make Cathal sad. He tells Zander later on too that he’s glad he kept his mouth shut cuz he doesn’t know if he could’ve tolerated him after that.

#and Zander is like yeah that. that’s fair #stupid shit #oc stuff #wren #Zander #Cain #fairieboywhump’s oc’s #Cathal

[spookyboywhump]

you know what would be even worse? forcing zander to whip cathal. or wren, but i think wren could handle it better. do you think anyone could make him? even if it wasnt cain?

OH ANON THAT WOULD BE WORSE (or better? Depending on how you look at it??? I think it’s neat-)

Cain might but I did receive signals from my sources (Edwin) that perhaps :3c Vanessa would be interested in this kind of thing :3c

#LISTEEEEN #Vanessa is evil and she loves to torture those two #she’d love to make zander hurt Cathal #fairieboywhump’s oc’s #Cathal #anonymous

[spookyboywhump]

Mental image of Cathal being so so scared and hiding in whatever bedroom he and Eli get and Eli being scared to try and comfort him cause he isn’t sure if it’d be worse—

I love it but truthfully not even the fear of a god could stop Eli from comforting Cathal in that situation Nicholas may be all powerful and literally holding their lives in his hands but. Cathal is his friend :( and he can’t just let him be that scared all alone :(

#deity au #fairieboywhump’s oc’s #Cathal #Eli really does care about Cathal!!! that’s his friend!!!! #Zander isn’t there to protect him so Eli knows it’s his job #he knows zander must be in a terrible state without him so he’s gonna do #the best he can to take care of Cathal in this situation #Eli in this au is so funny tbh #cuz he’s always been like #‘god could be real idk. I’ll believe it when I see proof’ #and now he’s been offered up to the local god and he’s like #‘well he’s not MY god. I don’t worship him. fuck off.’ #anonymous

[spookyboywhump]

This AU primarily focuses on the offerings and Nicholas and what they’re up to, but in the background of all that I like to think of Zander and Everett. Eli and Zander were best friends of course Everett would know Zander. And Everett would’ve been fucking unhinged after Eli was taken and Zander would’ve been devastated but at least he had Cathal to support him,,,,,, and then Cathal was taken too,,,,,, I just think Everett would worry about how he was doing and he’d want to take care of Zander because he knows that’s what Eli would’ve wanted him to do and focusing on Zander helps keep him sane

#deity au #everett trying to comfort zander: hey man I get it. wanna kill god? #fairieboywhump’s oc’s #Cathal