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aprocessionofthoughts · 7 months

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You're like me

ai-less whumptober 2023 day 9- scar reveal fandom- Danny phantom x batman TW- blood, dissection, nothing graphic summary- The pit has been feeling strange lately. Then Jason hears a sound from the apartment next door. An apartment that's supposed to be empty.

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Jason was glad when the end of patrol came along. He had been on edge since this morning, though he hadn’t been able to pinpoint why. He had checked up on all his business ventures and looked into gang activity, but everything seemed normal.

The worst thing was that the Pit had felt like it was stirring. It was weird though. Usually when the Pit stirred Jason felt angry, but this just left him feeling as if there was something he needed to do. Or maybe it was a warning? He wasn’t sure.

So, he was glad to be heading back to his safehouse where he would be able to bake some cookies and sit back with a good book in order to destress.

The cookies had just come out of the oven and he was reading while he waited for them to cool. He wasn't a heathen like certain older brothers who burned their tongues because they ate the cookies right out of the oven.

Then Jason heard a thump and a quiet curse from the apartment next door. The apartment that was supposed to be empty. The apartment that should be empty because Jason rented the apartments to either side of his so they wouldn't hear him coming back from vigilantism.

Quietly, Jason stood and grabbed his nearest gun. He quietly exited his apartment and walked to the neighboring door. The apartment had furniture so he could barge in and claim whoever was there was trespassing, but he kept quiet. There wasn’t a good reason why someone would be in his apartment. There wasn’t anything to steal. Either it was an unlucky thief or someone who knew that Jason lived next door.

He quietly unlocked the door then slammed it open and pointed his gun into the room. Then he froze.

That was a kid. A kid was sitting on the floor staring at him with wide eyes.

And then Jason registreed the blood.

He holstreed his gun and put his hands up. “Hey, kid. Mind telling me what you’re doing in my apartment?”

The kid didn’t say anything. “Do you need some help with that?” Jason gestured to the bloody towel the kid was holding to his stomach.

“No! I’m good! So, sorry to be in your haunt. I’ll leave now.” The kid made to stand up but his legs gave out on him.

“It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. That looks like a nasty wound and I’ve got a first aid kit. And if you let me help you, I’ll also give you something to eat.” Jason tried to project an air of calm and safety and he felt the pit stir, but it didn’t feel angry. It felt comforting? Whatever. He’d deal with that later. Right now he had a hurt, scared kid he needed to help.

“I’ll take the first aid kit. But I can do it myself.”

Jason raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Okay, it’s in the bathroom so I’ll be right back.” he walked quickly to the bathroom fearing that if he took to long the kid would leave.

By the time he got back the kid was leaning against the couch his eyes half closed.

“I got the kit.” Jason said as he set it close to the kid.

As the kid reached to take it Jason asked, “What can I call you instead of kid?”

The kid frowned but shifted to stare at him. It was honestly kind of unnerving and Jason did his best to project calm, after a few seconds the kid seemed to relax.

“Danny.”

“Nice to meet you, Danny. I’m Jason.”

Danny gave a slight smile that looked more like a grimace then opened the first aid kit. Jason watched as he took out a needle and tried to thread it but his hands were shaking so badly he was having trouble.

“Shoot.” Danny said as the needle slipped from his fingers.

“Here, let me.” Jason said as he slowly reached out to take the needle and thread. Danny watched him closely but didn’t say anything. After he threaded the needle he turned to look at Danny. “It would probably be easier if I did the stitches. It would be bad if your finger slipped and you poked the wrong part or threaded the needle wrong. I promise I’ll be careful.”

DAnny stared at him long enough that Jason thought he was going to refuse. Then said, “It’s not a normal injury.”

Jason smirked. “Don’t worry about that. I’ve seen plenty of injuries. I am a Gothamite.”

Danny frowned at him for a moment before sighing and turning away as he lifted his shirt up.

The pit roared inside Jason.

The bleeding was coming from a gash in the kid’s side where it looked like he’d been stabbed. But there was also…

That was…

That was a dissection scar.

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AN- I plan to continue this but it probably won’t be until after October because I want to focus on completing the challenges I'm participating in.

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linecrosser · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 9 - Scar Reveal

or more like: revealing Recha is a carrier of the Taint. Which is, you know, a huge stigma in the Dreeki-community, and generally gets you cast out and avoided.

#whumptober #whumptober2023 #scar reveal #or more like revealing the extent of the taint #nonconsensual touching #exposing secrets #achaar djaanib #recha #whump #whump art

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aceofwhump · 5 months

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The Outsider (2002)

Montana sheep farmer Rebecca Yoder (Naomi Watts) offers sanctuary to an on-the-lam outlaw, Johnny Gault (Tim Daly), who is suffering from a gunshot wound. Yoder is a recent widow, and her decision to help the outsider doesn't sit well with her Quaker community. As a romance brews between her and Gault, it puts in jeopardy her standing among her devout neighbors. But when an evil rancher makes a play for the community's land, Gault's sharpshooting skills might prove his worth after all.

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#whumpedit #whump #the outsider #the outsider 2002 #johnny gault #tim daly #my gifs #mod post #bleeding #blood #shot #gunshot #caretaking #first aid #scar reveal #scars #the ankle scars are from shackles #and whip marks on his back

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whumppromptoftheday · 5 months

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Whumpee offering to help get whumper caught by wearing a wire but caretaker doesn’t know about their scars yet

#whumppromptoftheday #whump #whump prompt #whumpee #whump idea #whumper #caretaker #scar reveal

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joker1315 · 2 years

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Tom Ellis as Lucifer Morningstar in Lucifer 1x04

#lucifer #lucifer morningstar #tom ellis #lauren german #luciferedit #chloe decker #lucifer netflix #mystuff #whumpedit #whump #scars #scar reveal

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silversanimewhump · 8 months

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Garo: The Animation

Episode 15

More like this

#Garo: The Animation #Garo The Animation #Garo: Honoo no Kokuin #León Whump #whump #anime whump #anime #anime gif #gif #whump gif #anime whump gif #Scar reveal #Scars #scarssss my beloved

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theroundbartable · 1 year

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I’m doing figure sketches and kinda liked this. So I popped in a background and well... have this

#bbc merlin #merlin #arthur #merthur #scar #scar reveal #Arthur feels guilty #my art #merlin art #merlin fanart #fanart #sketch

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whumpacabra · 2 months

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Day 19: “Please don’t.”

Scar reveal, knife wound [minor], minor wound treatment, alcohol use, blood, implied past violence, bar fight mention

[Directly follows Barfight]

Drifting down from the adrenaline high, brushing off the praise and thanks of the other bar patrons…it was nostalgic. Warm. Familiar.

(He had done this before, during the Before.)

“I think you got us free drinks for the rest of the night East.” Tierney laughed, hand clapping East’s back. Alister smiled at him, gratitude in his eyes.

“Next time save some ass kicking for the rest of us, eh?“

East rolled his eyes, feeling Tierney’s hand slide away from his back.

“Next time I’m sure there’ll be more than one prick so you’ll have your pick - ”

“East you’re bleeding.” Tierney’s whisper was urgent, even if the smear of blood on his palm was relatively unconcerning. East knew the fucker’s knife had cut his jacket, he hadn’t felt it break the skin.

“I didn’t notice - probably just a scratch.”

“We should clean it up though.” Alister had him fixed with a concerned expression. “I don’t think Nate will take kindly to knowing we got into a bar fight. Best to hide the evidence best we can.”

“I’m fine, really - ” There was no arguing with both housemates. East swallowed back the rest of his drink and sighed. “Fine. It probably doesn’t even need stitches.”

The three made their way to the bar restroom, rowdy patrons slapping East’s arm and shouting thanks and congratulations to him as he passed. The repeated, unexpected, unwanted contact was making him sick. Safe behind the closed bathroom door, the reality of what he had agreed to sunk in. He glanced at his reflection in the dirty mirror, skin pale and clammy. East turned suddenly and grabbed Tierney and Alister by the shoulder.

“Don’t ask. Please don’t.” He hoped his reaching out, his purposeful eye contact drove home how serious he was. He hadn’t thought about his back - what was there - for months now.

And here he was letting another man’s hands touch his bared scars and bloodied skin.

(Jackson would be proud.)

(Smith would be jealous.)

Tierney stared up at him with wide shining eyes, glancing to Alister who nodded grimly, brow furrowed in cautious concern.

“We won’t say a word. And we’ll be quick - I know you don’t like touch.”

“Unless you’re knocking another guy’s lights out.” Tierney muttered with a weak chuckle, but East let a smile soften his own face to show that he appreciated the joke. He took a deep breath, removing his hands from their shoulders and nodded to Tierney.

“Get me some vodka. Let’s get this over with.” He turned back to the mirror, shrugging off his jacket - the rip in the back was almost invisible, and any blood blended too well with the dark material to see. He slowly unbuttoned his undershirt, hands growing shaky.

(He took comfort in the fact that the blood on his knuckles wasn’t his own.)

East glanced up at the mirror, the scars on his chest so small and faded with age he could hardly outline the patch of skin that had been replaced. He looked to Alister’s face, eyes gentle and encouraging. Safe.

He took a slow inhale as he pulled his shirt back off his shoulders, and exhaled as he shirked the sleeves from his arms. He grimaced down at the pale green plaid patterned shirt - blood stained a palm sized blotch just below the back of the collar. East didn’t look up to see Alister’s reaction. He didn’t need to.

His hearing caught the stutter of breath, the almost imperceptible shift in breathing before someone spoke. And Tierney’s pattering footsteps, before the door opened and closed.

“I got the - ” He cut himself off, swallowing his words. East took another measured breath, running the tap and holding his bloodstained shirt under the cold water.

“Could use that drink, Tierney.” He managed to mutter, listening to the footsteps approach and seeing the shimmering shot glass out of the corner of his eye.

“You good?”

“Yes. Hurry up.“ He didn’t mean to snap, to take the shot glass from Tierney so violently and swig it back to feel the liquor burn down his throat. A half decent distraction from the hands touching his back.

“It’s not too deep - you, you’re right it probably won’t need stitches.” Tierney was making a point of not looking at East’s back while Alister worked, practically jittering with nervous energy. Alister hummed to confirm Tierney’s observation.

“Just gonna clean it up and get a bandage over it. Don’t want Nate worrying where this blood came from.”

East focused on the gradually fading bloodstain on the shirt in his hands, red washed pink by the icy water. He would have to volunteer for wash duty this weekend - the last thing he needed was getting in trouble with Nate for getting into a bar fight, even if he didn’t start it. He turned off the tap, wringing blood tinged water from his shirt and straightening up as Alister finished.

(The fingers weren’t poking, weren’t prodding - so much like the featherlight touch of Jackson ghosting over those jagged letters when they bled fresh and raw.)

“All set?” He asked, rolling his shoulders to feel the itchy plastic and adhesive of a fresh bandage just below his neck.

“Yup. You really gonna wear a wet shirt for the walk home?”

East struggled back into his button down, the damp fabric fighting him. He responded to Tierney’s question with a shrug and a nod.

“It’s pissing down anyway out there. We’ll all be soaked to the bone before we get home.”

[Concurrent to The Mademoiselle]

(Part of my Freelancers: Changing Tides series)

#whump #scar reveal #knife wound #minor wound treatment #alcohol use #implied past violence #bar fight #freelancers #awoo. <- i am the most fulfilled I've ever been in life but i am also the busiest and most socially burnt out i've ever been in life #have some more no context wolf-east recovery #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday19

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 5 months

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Whump Prompt #1326

TW: SELF HARM

Anon asked:

Hi! Could you do a scenario of a stoic whumpee x caretaker where the caretaker sees their SH scars and whumpee is shocked that anyone would care, and tears up when the caretaker touches the scars gently (w permission from the whumpee)

Sure thing: “How long?” It was a question that flawed the whumpee. How long? How long were the scars? (Ranging from an 1-3 inches) How long ago did they last do it? (Three months) How long have they been doing it for? (Since they were X years old) How long have they been hiding it for? (Only up until recently, when the scars were harder to hide. Oh, and every summer since they started) How long do they take to heal? (Two weeks or more, depending on depth.) It was a loaded question that asked everything but nothing at all, but what completely threw the whumpee was the caretakers tentativeness. They were expecting to be met with anger and outrage, but instead they were met with comfort and concern. It was jarring, but welcome, especially when the caretaker pulled up the item of clothing to gauge severity as opposed to shaming them. The whumpee didn’t even realise how their hands shook until the caretaker clasped them in their hands, and looked them straight in the eye. “When was the last time?” “[X amount of time]” “That’s good, that’s very good, I’m proud of you.” Tears pricked at the whumpees eyes. “Do you feel like you need to do it again?” The whumpee shook their head. “will you show me where you keep your blades?” The whumpee hesitated, but nodded. “Thank you. I trust you, okay? And I’m proud of you. I’ll help you wherever I can, alright? We’ll do this together.”

#Once again I hope the formatting is okay. I’m Using the mobile browser lol #Sh tw #whump #writing #prompts #ideas #angst #worry #injury reveal #Scar reveal #This one hit a little close but here we are #Hope these help #Comfort #Self harm tw #Blades tw #Self harm scars tw

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whumpsday · 2 years

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Kane & Jim #35: Kane’s Mark

Masterlist

content: vampire whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, recovery, scar reveal, begging, comfort

It was June now, and Jim was beginning to once again encounter the same problem he did every year: wearing a turtleneck in the summer was uncomfortable. Even his most lightweight ones made him wish he felt comfortable showing a little more skin on the hottest days.

Before, while he’d still wear one while going out, he’d at least been able to lounge around at home in a t-shirt if he felt less paranoid that day, in his more recent years. But he’d always either lived alone or with Liz.

Now... he lived with Kane again.

Kane was the absolute last person he wanted to bare his neck around. But it was so hot today, Jim couldn’t help but mutter an “Ugh,” when picking up a shirt that would cover his neck.

His air conditioning had been on the fritz lately, and wasn’t cooling his house down as much as it should be. He had an appointment to get that worked on, but at least in the meantime it was still somewhat working. The house would be pretty much uninhabitable in this heat if it weren’t.

It had been more than two months since he’d brought Kane home, and Kane had been perfectly well-behaved the entire time. Except that one incident, but that was because he was starving. Not his fault.

Maybe it would be okay. Maybe this would be good for him, Jim decided. Face your fears and all that. He could always come back to his room and change if it became too nerve-wracking.

He picked out an old t-shirt emblazoned with the logo of a rock band his dad used to like. He had gotten rid of most of his own old shirts now that he pretty much exclusively wore turtlenecks, but he still had his dad’s old clothes.

Jim looked himself over in the mirror. He felt exposed, the two circular scars on his neck visible to anyone who looked at him, vulnerable for anyone to bite all over again. Despite the heat, he shivered.

A reminder that he was owned.

“I don’t belong to anyone. My body is mine. I’m out. I’m safe.” Jim whispered to his reflection.

It was something he tried to tell himself on his bad days. Today wasn’t a bad day, yet- he would never be able to muster up the courage to expose his neck if it was- but he needed the pep talk.

He sighed wearily and went to go draw some blood for Kane, because he damn chose to.

It was hot, hotter than usual come the summertime. Kane didn’t like that. The heat made him anxious, a reminder of the sun that loomed outside.

It made him cover up more than usual, making use of the long-sleeved shirts Jim had gifted him, the first and only thing besides mercy he’d used his notepad to request so far, pulling the hood up on his precious jacket, too.

The extra cover only made him that much hotter, but he felt safer this way. If the sun were to hit him right now, only his face and hands were exposed, and he could easily retract those into his shirt.

Jim seemed to have done the opposite, coming downstairs with a bowl of fresh blood without his usual turtleneck. Kane hadn’t seen him in a t-shirt since... since the day he’d run away. Standing on the porch of Kane’s house, bathed in sunlight, terror in his eyes.

Kane was not oblivious. It didn’t take much to figure out why Jim refused to show his neck around him. Kane wondered if it was just around him, or if he’d hurt Jim enough that he wouldn’t show his neck around anyone, even ten years later. He couldn’t possibly ask.

“G’morning. Aren’t you a little hot in all that?” Jim asked, handing him the bowl.

That was when Kane noticed the two familiar marks on Jim’s neck.

They were not as he remembered them, the skin around them no longer red and enflamed from the wounds being reopened daily for years and years. They were faded, like the ghost of the marks Kane used to leave in him.

He felt his blood run cold.

“Wh- what is that?” he asked before he could stop himself, staring at the marks with wide eyes.

The friendly smile fell from Jim’s face instantly, his face heating up with embarrassment as he slapped a hand over the marks, shielding them from view. “My scars. From you.”

“It’s... it’s still there?” Kane felt his heart sink into his stomach. He’d heard of scars, but didn’t know much about them. He’d never though that what he did to Jim would have left a permanent mark on his body.

“You pierced my skin in the same spot daily for five years, Kane. Yeah, it scarred.” There was an edge to Jim’s words, a bitterness that Kane had always expected but almost never heard from him.

Guilt and fear flooded him in equal measures. “I’m so sorry. I, I didn’t know.”

Kane couldn’t imagine how Jim must feel. For all the torture he’d experienced, none of it had ever left a permanent mark on him. No burn, no cut, no lash. But Jim would forever be branded with Kane’s sign of ownership, no matter how much Kane wished he could take it away.

Jim sighed, the edge seeping out of him. “Nothing you can do about it now. Just eat your breakfast. Don’t be scared. You know I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Kane sipped at his blood obediently, licking up every drop, making sure not to waste any. Even when Kane taking his blood had scarred Jim permanently, Jim was still letting him have more. He couldn’t fathom it. How could he have ever hurt someone so kind?

He hadn’t valued kindness, before. But now, kindness was the only reason he was drinking a full meal of fresh blood instead of being burned alive under the summer sun.

He handed the bowl back to Jim. “Thank you.”

Jim took it with one hand, still covering his scars with the other.

“You don’t... have to do that.” Kane ventured nervously. “I’ve seen them. Obviously. And I’d never, ever think of hurting you ever again. I’m sorry I ever did.”

Jim slowly uncurled his hand from his neck, revealing the twin scars again. He looked so vulnerable, just like he had back then.

“Okay.” Jim agreed, his voice small.

Jim debated changing shirts, but decided against it. He felt like he had to prove to himself that he could do it. That he’d be giving up, somehow, by sacrificing his comfort to hide his neck from Kane. He’d wear his regular turtlenecks again on a day that wasn’t so sweltering.

But for now, he’d try to do this. It got easier as the day went on, Kane not acknowledging them again as the hours passed.

It occurred to him, not for the first time, that the fang marks were the only scars Kane had given him, for all the beatings, Kane had always stuck to things that didn’t break the skin. Hitting, kicking, choking him until he gasped for air. He’d never put those sharp, claw-like nails to use.

The thought had occurred to him before, but never with Kane available to ask about it.

“You never broke the skin besides feedings. Even when you were really pissed.” Jim pointed out. “Why?”

Kane hesitated before responding quietly. “Didn’t want to waste blood. It’s a horrible reason, I know. I’m sorry.”

It made sense. It made so much sense that Jim wasn’t sure how he didn’t see it sooner.

“I don’t think I would have cut you anyway, even if it wasn’t impractical.” Kane added. “I was a horrible, cruel person, but I wasn’t a sadist. Just like I never would have burned you.” He pulled his hood tighter over himself, shuddering.

Oh.

Kane was scared of the heat. That made sense, after everything he’d been through.

Jim got up and adjusted the fan, previously set to rotate its breeze around to room, now fixed directly on Kane. “This better?”

Kane nodded. “But, but it’s okay. You should take the fan.”

“Nah. I’m the one in short sleeves. Listen, I get it. I’m on year ten, you’re on year one. When I was on year one, I was bundled up on a hot day, too. You’ll get there eventually.” Jim promised.

“...Thank you. I’ll try.” He was quiet for a moment. “Can I ask you a question? About...?” He pointed to his own neck, to the unmarked spot where Jim’s scars would have placed.

Jim tensed up. “Yeah?”

“Does it hurt?” His voice was saturated with concern in a way Jim never would have thought Kane capable of a few months ago, before their reunion.

“...Yeah.” Jim admitted. “Not a lot. Just... it’s a dull pain. Some days are worse than others, but it’s mild. A lot of the time I don’t even notice, I’m so used to it by now. Been fifteen years since you started and all. It’s nerve damage. You know, from, uh, repeated trauma. It’s not really gonna get better. Arm hurts some days, too, but not usually.”

Kane looked absolutely crestfallen. “I’m so sorry.” His voice was hushed with horror. “I... I wish it were me instead. You deserve to never hurt again. I’m so sorry, Jim.”

Jim didn’t know a lot of the details about what Kane had gone through, but knew enough by now to know it was utterly horrific. Burned alive, cut open, skinned. Kane had casually let loose enough to keep Jim up at night. But being a vampire, he bore no scars from his ordeal, carried no lingering pain or bones that healed wrong.

“It’s...” Jim couldn’t bring himself to say it was fine. It wasn’t. “It is what it is.” he settled on.

Kane nodded somberly. Jim noticed his eyes start to well with tears.

It comforted something inside him to know that Kane really did care. Didn’t just regret what he did because it led to his own torture, but actually regretted causing him pain for no other reason than that Jim was hurting.

“You can hurt me back, if you want. I won’t resist.” Kane offered.

Jim was taken aback by this. Kane was so, so terrified of being hurt. He’d never have expected him to invite it.

“Kane. I have absolutely zero interest in hurting you.” It was true, now. He used to fantasize about revenge, about hurting Kane back, but it was just that: a fantasy. All desire for it died the second he laid eyes on the man Kane had become in captivity.

“Oh.” Kane said softly.

The phone rang, interrupting them. “One sec.” he told Kane, heading over to pick up the receiver. “Hello?”

“Hey, Jim, how are you? It’s Chase. Just calling on behalf of the vampire hunters to check up on ya. Been a couple months, so we just wanted to make sure everything went okay with the leech after pickup.”

Chase... he vaguely recalled that being the name of the hunter who’d handed Kane off to him months ago.

A tiny gasp. Jim turned his head to the source to find Kane absolutely rigid, eyes wild with terror. With a vampire’s hearing, he had no doubt that Kane could hear the man on the other end of the call. Probably recognized his voice.

He’d better end this call fast.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Listen, now’s not a great time. But, uh, you d-don’t need to call back or anything. It’s all good.” Jim tried his best to sound firm, but he couldn’t help a slight shake to his voice. Who knew what kind of heartless torture this guy had enacted on Kane? If not him, then his buddies, while he stood by and did nothing.

Part of him wanted to tell him off for it, but he knew that would definitely not be in Kane’s best interest. Best to not piss these guys off.

“Cool, cool. Glad to hear it. I’ll let you go, then. Have a good afternoon.”

“Uh, yeah.” Jim said, clicking the receiver back into place.

“Please.” Kane begged, shaking fiercely, tears streaking down his face. “Please, please not again, please.”

“Kane, man, it’s alright. You’re okay. You’re safe.” Jim slowly approached him.

Kane curled into a little whimpering ball, trying as hard as he could to make himself small. “I c-can’t do it again. I can’t go back! Please, please!”

“You won’t. You’re not going anywhere, okay? You’re staying right here with me.” Jim assured him, resting a steadying hand on his shaking shoulder.

Kane flinched under the touch, before seeming to realize that Jim wasn’t hurting him, leaning into him instead as he sobbed. “Wanna stay. P-please. I’ll be good.”

“I know, I know. You’re... you’re being good, alright?” Jim hated using that language, but he knew it would be the fastest way to make Kane feel safe right now. “You’re being so good.”

He just looked so... frightened. So afraid of having to go back to the abuse. Jim knew that fear intimately. He knew it down to his bones.

Jim steeled his nerves and wrapped his arms around Kane, bringing his shuddering form into a hug. “I’ve got you. You’re alright. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

He was suddenly acutely aware of his bare neck, of Kane’s face just inches from it. It took everything Jim had not to recoil back out of terror. He could feel his heart threatening to beat out of his chest, and being so close, he was sure Kane could too.

But for the first time, Kane didn’t bite. Didn’t sink his fangs into Jim’s neck like he had so many times before. He just melted into Jim’s arms, trembling.

“Th-thank you.” Kane whispered. Jim felt his breath brush the side of his neck, and he just couldn’t do it anymore, jerking backward and wrapping his arms around himself instead.

Kane covered his mouth with a shaking hand, hiding his fangs from view. “S-sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re, you’re fine.” Jim mumbled. “You okay?”

Kane nodded, wiping his tears. “Are you?”

“I think so.” He felt a little triumphant, actually. He’d just faced his worst fear and nothing bad had happened.

But now he felt his resolve crumble. There was only so much he was capable of handling.

“I’m just gonna go change shirts real quick.”

edit: have some bonus content for this chapter!

drabbles posted between uhh the last time i remembered to do this and #35:

Curls

Stairs

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