#half-breed whump

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for a Fic...

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1. hii for the next itmf do you have any recommendations for fics in which sizhui is wangxian biological son? any au or length is fine thx <3

you can have the best of me, baby by stiltonbasket (Not Rated, 9k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Pre-Relationship, Dual Cultivation, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Sunshot Campaign, Getting Together, a-yuan is wangxian’s baby, Happy Ending)

five years gone by quillifer (E, 14k, WangXian, Mpreg, a/b/o dynamics, Alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, Breakup/makeup, Miscommunication, Pregnant Sex, consent is king, soft sad and horny, Happy Ending, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Modern AU, Unplanned Pregnancy)

🧡 Many Lan babies Series by LuckyMoonly (Varied, 414k, WIP, WangXian, Story collection, Mpreg, Pregnant WWX only, Family Fluff, Found Family, Kid fics) has several where A-Yuan is Wangxian's biological son

Nothing but your heart by airinshaw (E, 21k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Implied Mpreg, First Time, Getting Together, Angst and Drama, Angst with a Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Whump, Breeding Kink)

Until The End by abCEE (M, 365k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, war changes people, resulting to OOC, no pinning, Established Relationship, Mpreg, Good Uncle LQR, a little grey LWJ, a bit of JC bashing from LWJ, BAMF JYL, 16 years of yearning, mainly CQL verse but has scenes from the novel as well, LSZ is WangXian's Child, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Canon Rewrite, Happy Ending, Fix-It of Sorts)

My Pride and My Prejudices by Erbyrose, TitanPandora (T, 122k, WangXian, ZhuiYi, Father-Son Relationship, Canon Compliant, Misunderstandings, Bonding Over Dead Parents, Character Study, Sizhui calling WWX Mom, Family Drama, Survivor Guilt, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Mpreg, Suicide Attempt, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Grief/Mourning, Major Character Injury, Male Lactation, but it's not sexual, REALLY LONG CHAPTERS, Attempt at Humor)

Transcendent by AkatsukiShin (M, 162k, wangxian, fantasy au, demons, half-demon WWX, pining WWX, mpreg, childhood memories, angst w happy ending, fluff, hurt/comfort, mystery, action/adventure)

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2. Hiiii! Lovely blog, you’re a godsend truly!! Anyways I was hoping that for the next itmf you’d rec some fics with identity shenanigans?

Like, it could be wwx in mxy’s body but only lwj knows so everyone else is all confused because ? Hanguanjun moved on form wwx? Impossible! Or maybe a fic where they mix it up a bit and it’s lwj that’s disguised or something like that! Basically a good old fashioned identity porn fic. Wangxian please! Thank you so muchhh

By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 31k, Wangxian, Canon Divergence, Crossdressing, Misunderstandings, Identity Porn, Identity reveal)

🧡 a paper friend by soft_wanning (G, 4k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Paperman!WWX, Identity Porn, Meet-Cute, Different First Meeting)

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3. Hi! This is my first time doing this, sorry ^^. Itmf lwj kind of repeating his parents story, by marrying wxx and hiding him in cloud recesses (before he dies) and maybe putting himself in seclusion? The more angst the better, but preferably one where lwj isn't toxic, just really really worried. Idk if i should ask for more or less specific things, but thanks either way! I feel like I've read every fanfic like this (I've found like, 3) and I crave blood and tears. Thanks for the opportunity ^^

it's a webcomic and it's still ongoing, but House of Gentians by Pakhnokh on tumblr is amazing

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4. Hi! First of all I want to thank you for your hard work, I have found so many great fics through this blog. <3 And now I’m in a mood for a (preferably) established relationship wangxian fic where WWX is the one taking care of LWJ. Maybe some hurt/comfort and protective/possessive WWX? That would be my jam if any fics come to your mind~

hello my old heart, how have you been? by ravenditefairylights (M, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Temporary Amnesia, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Trauma, Unreliable Narrator, Pining, Hair Washing, Hair Brushing, Hair Braiding, Soft WangXian, A lot of prose, wangxian are MARRIED and they have a SON, LWJ Needs a Hug, Sleepy Cuddles)

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5. Hi! I was hit with the unexplainable need for some fics with ghost WWX who's searching for something (a family member or he's connected to one of his things and people don't realize it maybe), like looking for one of his siblings or for A-Yuan or one of the Wens and just like haunting everyone everywhere (or just one place), I don't know if there's even fics like that, there should cause it's a good plot in my humble opinion lol. Thank you mods! @jiangclaritybell

scatter and sunder by silversshadow (T, 15k, XuanLi, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Canon Divergence)

💖 Ghosts Shouldn't by ShanaStoryteller (Not rated, 15k, wangxian, canon divergence, grief/mourning, angst w happy ending)

asymptotic by chinxe (T, 26k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Pining)

The Ghost of Lotus Pier by daiki (G, 3k, JL & WWX, JC & WWX, ghost WWX) Its ghost wwx but for me he is more guardian angel than ghost

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6. If possible, could I also get fics with NMJ and NHS being involved in the płot or fics taking place in the Unclean Realm for one of the IITMFs? I dont wanna swamp you guys with request messages so I wanted to combine them, hope that is fine. (rest of ask in a FF)

1PB2PB3PB4 is a good author for NHS and NMJ-centric fics

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7. Hello, I hope you're doing well. This request is for the IITMF.

Fic(s) where WWX is politically powerful in the cultivation world; but not as a sect leader. I mean

He's a sect heir;

Or a head disciple, but with power and authority of the same, not as how he was canon, with only responsibility but no authority.

Only canon era please.

Please only rec fics where he's a cultivator as I've read a few where he was a non-cultivator but politically powerful.

Thank you for your time 🌼🌼 @utxqia

All Things Belong by kuroi_atropos (M, 64k, WIP, WRH & WWX, WangXian, WWX is a Wēn, Abuse, Whipping, Manipulations, Warning: WRH, Smart WWX, Possessive Behavior, Warning: JGS, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con)

Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong, [PODFIC] Lynchpin by Gwogobo)

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8. Hello everyone can you recommend wangxian or quartet time travel fic

❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

does the requestor know about the time travel comp? that way I don't rec stuff on it already

How Much Love Has the Inch Long Grass by Vainwyrm (M, 12k, WIP, WangXian, ZhuiLingYi, XuanLi, Time Travel Fix-It, Permanent Injury, Disability, Canon Disabled Character, Physical Disability, Non-canon disabled character, Self-Worth Issues) if the requestor is okay with ‘triplet’ instead of ‘quartet’ then How Much Love Has the Inch Long Grass by Vainwyrm has a lot of interesting things going on in it for a time-travel AU

parent trap by tongzhi (T, 23k, JL & LJY & LSZ & OYZZ, wangxian, JYL/JZX, time travel, cloud recesses study arc, humor, matchmaking)

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9. Do you know any fanfic where Lan Zhan is kind of rude to Wei Ying (or like, he rebukes all of WY's attempts to befriend him) only to end up regretting it when WY finally leaves him alone?

the earthquake in the room by phnelt (E, 39k, WangXian, College/University, Modern: No Powers, Canada, Getting Together, Mentions of lwj/others, inter-faculty romance, strangers to lovers to frenemies to lovers, mostly book characterisation)

Of Bunnies and Sleeves and All Happy Things by moonwaif (G, 3k, WangXian, two dorks, failed attempts at flirting, Lan Zhan is jealous, but he doesn't know it, unresolved romantic and sexual tension, Mutual Pining)

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10. Hello! Idk if this is the way but I’m looking for fics where lz of the past time travels to the future and finds himself married to post canon wwx. I love those type of fics but I can’t seem to find them now :’(

An Arrow Through Time by syrus_jones (M, 166k, WIP, WangXian, Crack Treated Seriously, Time Travel, Reverse time travel, into the future, Potentially a Fix-it-fic?, Mistaken Identity, WWX is a Little Shit, POV LWJ, Angst, Gay Panic, Falling In Love Humor, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Post-Canon)

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11. I’ve been playing “I say no” from heathers the musical on loop for a few Days now and now ITMF xiyao heathers-inspired? I hope someone knows one, thanks!

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12. Hello! Itmf WWX being a badass swordsman? People being in awe of how well he fights: twining through enemies, sword flashing, people stopping in awe at his capabilities (like "oh, he isn't just a badass with talismans and dark energy, he was head disciple of Yunmeng Jiang for a reason!"). Thank you! (Bonus points: him wielding other cool weapons like daggers or a whip!)

A Glimpse of Past Glory by masked (T, 1k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Swordfighting, BAMF WWX)

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13. Hi do you know any fics where Lan Xichen is called out for his hatred of Wwx because he thinks Wei Ying ruined both his and Wangji's life. Like it can be anyone calling him out, i just want to see him feel guilty about it.

When has silence saved anyone? by Vrishchika (T, 6k, WangXian, Post-Canon, LXC Critical, Gūsū Lán Sect, Not for LXC Fans, novel canon, Salt, Angry LWJ, Angry LSZ, Family Feels, WWX Protection Squad, LXC Gets Scolded, Based on Chapter 99 the Novel)

break by justdoityoufucker (T, 3k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, LXC Critical, JC Critical, Canonical Character Death, Guānyīn Temple Scene, BAMF WN, Protective WN)

💖After Truth Lies the Honest Path by Vrishchika (M, 10k, wangxian, canon divergence, truth serum, WIP)

aftereffect by justdoityoufucker (T, 3k, wangxian, LXC & LQR & LWJ, LWJ & LXC, post-canon, canon divergence, politics, LXC critical, JGY survives a bit longer)

Bitter Recompense by mondengel (M, 1k, LXC & LWJ, Angst)

Wasting Time, Asking Why by mondengel (Not Rated, 1k, LXC & LWJ, LXC & JGY, WangXian, Angst, Character Study)

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14. ITMF for something really intense and intimate. Like the fic is written so well and intense the you get overwhelmed. Preferably canonverse, but i don't mind otherwise. Please let it really be intense and intimate. @whateverweilanlovechild

Damn I wish The Roots Grow Riotous was still on ao3 for #14. Really intense and strange but beautiful with a hopeful but not typical ending. I have it if op wants to try but mind the tags. Modern au. The Roots Grow Riotous by hansbekhart (E, 104k, wangxian, modern, fashion au, garment company, casual sex, group sex, implied/referenced cheating, switching, recreational drug use, angst w/ happy ending, single dad WWX, panic attacks, implied/referenced self-harm, grief/mourning, catharsis, body horror, floral horror)

Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 107k, WangXian, Modern AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romance, persuasion au, Separations, Mutual Pining, Depression, Miscommunication, Emotional Roller Coaster, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Reconciliation, Eventual Smut, Jane Austen Fusion, Underage Kissing)

💖 love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, immortal WWX, slow burn, pining, arranged marriages)

Vagabond by xantissa (E, 65k, WangXian, Slow Burn, Mystery, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Frottage, Case Fic, murders, Supernatural, Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending, extreme fluff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, badass!LXC, top!LWJ, Bottom!LWJ)

i don't love you (but i always will) by sixstepsaway (E, 71k, WangXian, XianQing, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmate AU, wangxian endgame!!, handjobs, this ends wangxian and happy i promise, Angst with a Happy Ending, i had to give lwj an oc soulmate, Blanket Permission, Infidelity, Emotional Infidelity, Cheating, Pegging, Bottom!LWJ, top!WWX, Bottom!WWX, slight femdom!wq, Implied Consensual Somnophilia, Cockwarming, implications of consensual polyamory, undernegotiated polyamory, internalized ableism, Grief, Pining while fucking)

simple love | 簡單愛 by auberjing (E, 19k, WangXian, Modern AU, Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Strangers to Lovers, Caretaking, Angst and Feels, Grief/Mourning, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Hopeful Ending, Nude Photos, Nude Modeling)

lotus flowers rising from the dark mud by nu_breed (E, 122k, WIP, WangXian, WWX/Others, MingXian, LWJ/Others, JGS/LWJ, JGS/WWX, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Courtesan WWX, Courtesan LWJ, Pining while fucking, Palace Intrigue, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Non-Consensual Sex Work, Top/Bottom Versatile WangXian, Minor Original Character(s), Light Dom/sub, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Light Bondage, Hurt/Comfort, Warprize WWX, Period Typical Attitudes, Values Dissonance)

The Murder of Crows by cerbykerby (M, 101k, wangxian, slow burn, pining, yiling wei sect au, fluff & angst, dark, romance, WIP)

Turn Left by kianspo (M, 186k, WIP, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Friends to Lovers, eventually, references to child sexual abuse, not main characters, Neurodivergent LWJ, Slow Build, Lán Family Feels, specifically, Twin Jades of Lán Feels, lwj-centric, Twin Jades of Lán Dynamics, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies)

If I Could Go Back in Time by Runningbarefoot (M, 122k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, YLLZ WWX, Eventual Happy Ending, The Twin Jade Brotherhood, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Character Study, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Slow Burn)

And I Will Call You Home by Spodumene (E, 42k, WangXian, Case Fic, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Ghosts, Suicide, Explicit Sexual Content, Attempted Sexual Assault, LWJ whump, Original Character Death(s))

crossed the world with these empty hands by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 166k, WangXian, Modern AU, Artists, Non-Linear Narrative, POV LWJ, Established Relationship, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, Demisexual WWX, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Happy Ending, Weddings, Separation Anxiety, Family Drama, Dysfunctional Family, Self-Worth Issues, Casual Sex, College/University, Temporary Long Distance Relationships, Relationship Pressures and Stresses, Insecurity)

The Vessel by Solmae (M, 54k, WIP, WangXian, XiCheng, Drama & Romance, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers)

A Life Without Regrets by naqaashi (M, 74k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Crack Treated Seriously, musical cultivation, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Murder Husbands, Happy Ending, PTSD, BAMF WWX, Cultivation Sect Politics, Worldbuilding, Módào Zǔshī & The Untamed Combination, No Yīn Iron, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Artist WWX, Musician WWX, Bad Parent JFM, Bad Parent YZY, Cultivation Theory, Sentient Burial Mounds, Dysfunctional Family, Grief/Mourning, Parent-Child Relationship, Angry WWX, Angst, No Golden Core Transfer, BAMF LWJ, Idiots in Love)

every love story is a ghost story by aisthuu (M, 59k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reincarnation, Character Turned Into a Ghost, Post-Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Mixed Canon)

Alter by Solmae (E, 162k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Drama & Romance, Slow Burn, Rape/Non-con Elements, Gang Rape, Forced Prostitution, PTSD, Bottom LWJ, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Slavery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Torture)

We can fix that by Spindoctor (E, 35k, WangXianJue, NMJ Lives, Arranged Marriage, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Cock Warming, Caretaking, Light BDSM, Thigh jobs, Everyone Loves WWX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Frottage, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Starvation, Starvation recovery, PTSD, PTSD RECOVERY, Suicidal Ideation, Scars, Discussion of Surgery,mild body horror, discussion of starvation, body talk, cnc fantasies, Light Bondage, tender fucking, Slow Burn, JYL Lives, BAMF JYL, Erectile Dysfunction, Weight Gain, Chapter Specific Tags in Beginning Notes)

Something at the Door by Pip (Moirail) (E, 50k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivation, Intrusive Thoughts, Horror, Suicidal Thoughts, Temporary Character Death, Blood, Explicit Sexual Content, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mystery, Urban Fantasy)

爱不释手; never let me go by yiqie (E, 68k, WangXian, Case Fic, Blood and Injury, Demons, Body Horror)

a small change Series by celialoveslwj (T, 92k, JC & WWX, Background WangXian, JC Centric, Angst, Sickfic, yunmeng trio, Canon Divergence, Break-off before Qiongqi Path incident, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Dealing with sickness, Golden Core Transfer Failure?, Bittersweet Ending, BAMF JYL, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Grief/Mourning, Fix-It of Sorts)

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15. Do you guys have a rec list for outsider point of view stories? People reacting to the nonsense WangXian get up to is always great fun!

My chain hits my chest/When I'm bangin' on the radio by x_los (T, 2k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, case fic, competence kink, YLLZ WWX)

boom clap the sound of—Public Displays of Affection by Whispering_Sumire (E, 13k, wangxian, modern, reincarnation au, temporary character death, heartfelt conversations, crack treated seriously, outsider pov, accidental voyeurism, scheming NHS, redemption, angst & feels, family drama, panic attacks, hugging, crying, love, grief/mourning, hopeful ending)

❤️ Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste for williedustice (T, 36k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Adoption, Family Fluff, Kid fic, Family drama, Fluff, [PODFIC] Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste by lunatique)

Six in one hand by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 2k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Modern: No Powers, Crack Treated Seriously, Compulsory Heterosexuality, POV JC)

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16. hey do you by any chance know ff where lwj is injured and wei ying gets in his protective husband mode? angst and gore would be preferred

silk threads and precious metal by Sevidri (M, 4k, WangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Sunshot Campaign, Whump, Blood and Injury, WWX' Canonical Vengeful Streak, LWJ Makes A Beautiful Damsel in Distress, Non-Consensual Ribbon Touching, Protective wwx, Hurt LWJ)

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17. Hi!! I'm in the mood for a fic where jgy is put through torture (preferably at the hands of jgs or jin-furen and preferably psycological) and tossed to either nmj or lxc (or both). @halfwizardprincess

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[whumpcereal]

the kennel, part fifteen

part of the kennel (masterlist here). follows this piece directly. not copy edited quite as stringently as normal, but i really wanted to put it up before i went out.

content warnings for: aftermath of noncon, references to filmed whump, breeding, mouth whump, human trafficking, and murder, extreme pet whump, extreme dehumanization, forced nudity, brief suicidal ideation

part fifteen, something like relief

The others see when Doc carries the black-collared mutt out of the pole barn. 

Some watch through glassy eyes, and they don’t think anything of it, because months in Doc’s care have silenced their thoughts completely. They might have cared when they were people, but they aren’t people anymore.

Some see the smears of blood on the boy’s naked legs, and they look away, because they remember when it happened to them. They know he’ll get used to it in time. They did. 

Others notice the ways the boy has changed since Doc brought him here. The way his softness has started to give way to hard sinew and bone. The way he has started to disappear. They look down at bodies that used to feel human, and they turn away from the boy’s dangling limbs because it hurts too much to consider all the ways they’ve changed too. 

And then there are those that watch, unflinching. A big man whose teeth have been taken from him one by one, because, when Doc gets around to it, those teeth will be replaced with filed metal implants, so that the newly christened fighter will have an advantage in the ring. A woman in a pink collar with low-hanging dugs, who’s carrying her fifth pup. They were both black collars once too. Collateral who came with merchandise that Doc wanted more. 

A few months ago, the man’s lover was sold to a businessman in Oman; they will never see each other again. The man bit Doc’s leg after, tried to shred the fucker’s Achilles’ tendon; Doc only smiled and went for the pliers. Complimented the man on his fight. 

Years ago, Doc put the woman’s husband down for trying to protect her; he gave her daughter to a man in a blue and white pick-up truck, told the woman it was one of the highest prices he’d ever gotten, that maybe he knew what to do with her after all. She doesn’t look at the babies when she nurses. It doesn’t matter that they’re taken from her so soon; she knows she isn’t really their mother. 

These two watch the mutt with casual interest. Maybe the boy has just secured his place. Good for him. It is easier to accept what’s coming, when you know what it might be. 

No one thinks of the blonde-haired boy who came in with the mutt. It wasn’t hard to figure out what Doc was going to use that one for, and once they go in the pole barn, they don’t usually come out again. Or, when they do, it’s in an airmail crate.

The rescues watch, but they don’t; they remember, but they don’t; they care, but they don’t. They shiver in the cold and wait to be put back in the cages that they never could have anticipated would become theirs.

Annie watches too, from her place at the edge of the yard. Her chest feels tight when she sees the way Will’s head bobbles backward from the crook of her father’s arm. When she sees Doc stalk back to the pole barn a few minutes later, she decides: she will clear the yard, get everyone inside, make sure they’re fed and warm. And then, she will see about Will. She knows that her father will be busy for a while.

- - -

Will is half-conscious when Annie finds him. He’s been half-conscious for a while, actually, though he still isn’t sure exactly what happened. 

Well, that’s not really true. He knows what happened.

Will thinks of the grapefruit spoons that were in the silverware drawer when his mother still lived with them. The bowl of each spoon was lined with razor sharp teeth, so you could dig into the fruit and peel the bitter flesh from the rind. 

She took the spoons with her when she left. Because the fucking spoons were worth keeping. 

Will feels like his insides have been scraped with one of those grapefruit spoons. His flesh has been peeled from its rind and pulled out of him. His insides burn like citrus juice in a cut, sharp and stinging. And he aches. The most remote parts of him ache with a kind of raw pain he didn’t know a person could feel on the inside, at least not literally. A bruise on top of a bruise on top of a bruise. 

He’s never hurt this way before. And distantly, he knows it could be worse. Because he’s almost certain it was Tommy who—

It was Tommy. Will knows it was. He’s been half-conscious for a while, after all. 

Tommy tried to be gentle. Will knows it. It doesn’t make it better. Nothing will ever make it better. 

When Will hears the door, he opens his eyes. He expects to be spread on the floor of the glass box, Doc leering over him, and Tommy sobbing in the corner. But Will isn’t in the glass box at all. He’s on his back on the wax-papered exam table, and standing over him, a cloth and basin in her arms, is Annie. 

“Hi,” she whispers. He can tell by the look on her face that he is absolute fucking road kill. 

Oh, fucking hell. Will flushes with embarrassment. This is just what he fucking needs. His best friend’s cum on his face and stuck to his thighs, and a beautiful girl right next to him. Fanfuckingtastic. For just a second, he wonders what Jessie would say about him now, but he tries to push the thought away before it can take root. He’ll never see Jessie again. It doesn’t matter what she’d say. 

But Annie’s eyes are heavy on Will’s face, and he wishes they were not. He looks away, trying hard to hide the tears that have crept back into his eyes. It’s only then that he realizes the stupid gag is still in his mouth; a metal piece digs into his cheek when it hits the table. 

That hurts too. His mouth. His jaw. His throat, inside and out. He screamed himself raw, that’s for certain, but the collar–Jesus, he can smell the burnt skin. 

“Will?” Annie’s voice is timid. “I–I’m so sorry.” 

Will doesn’t even pretend he can answer her. He squeezes his eyes shut again, pressing tears out from under his eyelids. They streak down his filthy face. Just one more thing to wipe away. He’s assuming that’s what Annie’s here for. To clean him up and put him back in his cage.

God, Will wouldn’t care if he never leaves the cage again after this. Fucking throw away the key. So long as he never has to do that again. 

There are soft fingers at the clasp of the gag, and even though Will knows they belong to Annie, he jerks away from her touch. He doesn’t mean to–it just happens. He curls onto his side, cradling his mitts to his beating chest. He only just remembers to stifle his whine. He doesn’t want to know what it would feel like to shock the open wounds on his neck. 

Annie pulls away. “I’m sorry! I just–please? Please, let me help you.” 

Will stills, forcing his breath through his nose. He doesn’t move and, for a moment, neither does Annie. Then, she reaches for the buckle at the back of his head, and Will almost sobs when he feels the gag give way. The leather doesn’t fall away–it’s stuck to his skin with Tommy–and Annie gently pries it up. Will doesn’t want to think about what she’s touching, doesn’t want to be touched, but he’s relieved when the pressure on his jaw finally eases. His mouth hangs open, but he isn’t sure he knows how to close it; he’s almost afraid to try. 

“There you go,” Annie murmurs. Her fingertips lightly hover over the shell of Will’s ear, but they do not stay. “Doc’s with your friend. I thought–I thought I’d clean you up. That maybe you’d like it better if I did it than if he did.” 

Like. Will doesn’t like anything about this. And there is no better. There is only just as bad or worse. 

But he supposes she’s right. 

“He’s with your friend now,” Annie says, “so we have time.” 

There’s a stab of panic in Will’s gut. If Doc is with Tommy, then–

Well, they’re even then, aren’t they? 

It’s a horrible thought, because Will is a horrible person. No, not even a person. A mutt. A worthless mutt. If he were a good boy, like Tommy, he wouldn’t think shit like that. He’d know that Tommy didn’t want it to happen, and that Tommy doesn’t deserve to feel the way Will is feeling just now. Tommy is better than he is. Tommy deserves better. 

Will’s the one who’s got no pedigree. He never has. He won’t, now. 

But fuck if it doesn’t seem fair. 

There’s a gentle pitter of water in the basin as Annie wrings out her cloth. When she draws close again, she gasps. 

“Your throat,” she says, her voice trembling. Her touch ghosts just below the collar’s band, and Will hisses through his teeth; it stings like a bitch. “You must have–oh, no. Oh, God.” 

So, it’s not cute, he guesses. 

“We have to get this off.” 

For a second, Will wants to protest. If Annie takes Will’s collar off, Doc will be mad, and he sure as shit isn’t going to punish Annie for that. At least, Will hopes he wouldn’t. He’s not sure why he cares. This girl–she’s part of all of this, isn’t she? 

But she isn’t. Not really. She doesn’t have a choice. Will wouldn’t have chosen the father he got either. And his mother certainly didn’t choose him. Family isn’t a choice at all. 

Annie leaves him, and he stays curled up on the table, because where the fuck else is he going to go? He doesn’t know where she’s gone, but she’s gone for a little while. Will closes his eyes, but still, his eyelids crinkle against the bright overhead light. 

He used to sleep with the light on, after Mom left. Everything was scarier without her, because when she was there, Will wasn’t allowed to be scared. She’d yell at him, tell him he was being a baby, that he was a big boy and he should be braver. So he’d tried. For her. He’d tried to be brave. 

But Will wasn’t brave. He would lie awake in the dark, hot tears squeezing from his eyes as he listened to them fight. Dad would plead, and Mom would scream, and Will would cry, because he wasn’t brave at all. 

When she was gone, Dad never said anything about the light. Dad never said much about anything. 

For just a second, Will wonders what Dad would say about this. But he pushes the thought away just as quickly as it came; he’ll never see his father again, so there’s no point in wondering what he’d think. It’s probably easier if Dad never knows any of this. If he never knows what Will’s been made into. 

Will’s a disappointment, just like his mother.He was never going to be anything else. 

Annie’s steps are so soft when she comes back that Will doesn’t realize she’s there until he feels the cool metal of keys against the back of his neck.

The buckle of his collar opens, and Annie gently pulls the canvas away from Will’s weeping skin. Some of his skin sticks, tearing away with the collar, and out of habit, he grinds his teeth together to keep from crying out.

Well, that’s one way to figure out he can close his mouth.

Annie freezes. “I’m sorry!”

But it doesn’t help. She has to keep going, has to take the collar all the way off, even if his skin comes with it. Who the fuck cares anyway? Just now, Will would shed all his skin if he could. He would let Annie peel it away piece by soiled piece if he thought it would do any good.

But it’s inside him too. The hurt. Tommy. And that, no one can ever strip away. 

“You can cry,” Annie says, and she is crying too. 

But Will doesn’t cry. He forces his tears to stay put, and he doesn’t say a word, even as Annie lays the collar at the end of the table. He won’t give Doc another reason to hurt him. He has to be a good boy. He has to earn his place. 

He has to live, even if he doesn’t want to. He’s not foolish enough to think that Doc would let him die a minute before Doc’s decided he can. No one who traffics in this kind of human suffering is going to be merciful. 

“I didn’t think–” Annie whispers, and even through the blurry pall of his tears, Will can see her hands shaking, “--I didn’t think he would take you out there. The ones in the doghouse, he–well, they’re usually alone. He doesn’t–this isn’t–I don’t–I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” 

Will doesn’t answer. He wants to believe that she is sorry, but all the same, she knows. She knows what goes on out there, what’s been done to people like Tommy for God knows how long, even if she didn’t know it would happen to Will. She knows, and what’s she done about it? Fucking nothing. Nothing at all. 

But she’s here now, and she’s trying, whatever it’s worth. 

She’s trying for him. 

Will closes his eyes. It isn’t true. He’s just so fucking pathetic that even a girl who’s seen shit like this her whole life pities him. And he’s not stupid. He’s ruined. In the unlikely event he’s ever free again, he’ll never be free of what he is now. There won’t be love. Just fucking pity. 

And who cares if she’s trying? Who cares if anyone ever tries? He doesn’t think he’ll ever want to be touched again. 

But somehow, even that’s not true. He wants Annie to wrap him in her arms and hold him, even though he doesn’t. 

Christ on a bike. 

“I’m sorry,” she says again. “Will?” 

Will flinches at the sound of his name. He suddenly wishes Annie didn’t know it at all. He can feel her eyes moving over every inch of his marked-up, soiled, fucking wrecked body, and he doesn’t want her to look. He doesn’t want her to look, and at the same time, he’s glad someone knows. That someone cares. 

“I have to clean you up, okay?” Annie’s little fingers push Will’s sweaty hair away from his forehead. He winces, and Annie withdraws, just as quickly as if she’d been burned. “It might–it might hurt a little.” 

Will huffs out a bitter, noiseless laugh. What the fuck does he care if it hurts? Doesn’t everything? Won’t it always? He squeezes his eyes shut again, and his tears mingle with the sticky remnants of Tommy still pasted to his cheeks. 

“Okay,” Annie whispers. 

Will hears the slosh of the rag in the bucket, and then, Annie’s hand slips beneath his head, lifting it in a gentle cradle. 

The rag is warm against his cheek, and Annie’s touch is sure, even if her hands are shaking. She scrubs soft circles over his face, cleaning his cheeks, his lips, his chin. His skin doesn’t feel quite so tight or sticky, even if it doesn’t really feel clean; he’s not sure he’ll ever feel clean again. 

Annie lays his head back down and drops the rag back in the basin, and then her fingers are at the hinge of his aching jaw, circling, massaging, easing the tension left over from the gag. Will groans before he can stop himself, and he braces for the snap of electricity against his throat. It doesn’t come. 

Of course it doesn’t, because Annie took off the fucking collar. Fucking genius. 

“It’s okay,” she says. Her thumb moves gently over his jawbone. “Just–whatever you want to say–please, say it. You’re safe.” 

He isn’t safe. But he can pretend, just for a little while. Before it happens all over again. Because it will. He knows it will. 

“Th-thank you,” he whispers. He doesn’t know exactly what he’s thanking her for, and his voice sounds like his throat is made of fucking swiss cheese, but it’s there. He’s there. There are still small mercies to be grateful for.

Annie bends down and kisses his forehead, quick as a wink. Her cheeks are red when she snaps up again, and she turns back to the basin before Will can say anything else. “You’re welcome.” 

Even as the rag touches his raw throat, Will thinks it might not hurt so bad. Not just now. 

Or at least, he can pretend that it doesn’t. It’s something like relief. 

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#the kennel #will cartwright oc #annie barker oc #doc barker oc #tw noncon mention #whump #whump writing #heed all warnings

[remyfire]

I think the funniest thing about Hawk being Like That is that Alan Alda has writers credits on the show. This man voluntarily made his character the most touch starved needy desperate person on the planet and that's so fucking insane of him. But also Mr Alda I would like to give you a little hug and a kiss for giving him to us because I love him with my whole heart. And don't even get me started on the fact that Hawkeye yelled to a general "I want to have your baby!" In literally the first season. Like Hawkeye my love not everyone needs to know you want to be pregnant 😂 And truly he deserves to be absolutely smothered with cuddles, everyone loves him and he loves everyone and I think it could help fix him.

Listen my Trap brain is always on, he's my man, I am thinking about him quite literally daily. And now that you reminded me of the priest line I'm gonna think of that too! Like Trapper my love what happened in your past? Did your parents give you that many names in hopes you'd be a priest? Did you pick one yourself for confirmation? Why did you keep all of the names despite seemingly abandoning the religion? I am peering at him like a bug under a microscope and there's nothing he can do about it.

That little coffee through line with Margret is so cute! Even though I'm sure it was unintentional on the show's part I definitely couldn't help but think of it and flash back to The Nurses in both the scenes in Temporary Duty and CAVE. Margaret and cups of coffee representing her character growth is honestly so sweet and I love it. Also ooohhhh self proclaimed Military Brat Margaret Houlihan realizing that the Army Way isn't the only way or even the best way, and the things that would DO to her. The realization that what she's learned her whole life isn't necessarily good, and having to contend with what that means for her and her career and her personality. And also having to face her father after that, because we see in Are You Now, Margaret? that she cares very much about disappointing him and even affecting his career. Would such a realization maybe help her become more of her own person that isn't living only to make her father proud and keep up the Houlihan name? Or is her desire to be a point of pride for her family more important to her than her personal development? Truly she's so fascinating to me. And it's definitely an interesting parallel with Mulcahy, both of them having something so deeply ingrained in them that it h u r t s when it's finally inevitably broken out.

Everyone in this show suffered enough in the narrative for several lifetimes but damn if I don't wanna give them a little bit more hardship to really crack them open and wrap up their character development in the way they deserve. I'll definitely give them softness and love but first they need a little bit of pain I think 😂

(Also I am officially onto season 8! I finished Goodbye Radar last night and was a Wreck. Man I love this show)

Okay hi again anon, sorry for making this sit while thinking too hard about Hawk and Beje and Trap things.

I swear that Alan did more to break and attempt to breed Hawk than any of us fanfic authors have ever done. I am not entirely convinced that this man didn't start getting the bends once he couldn't whump Hawk anymore and instead pivoted to writing fanfics for the old distant zines that popped up in the '80s. He probably has multiple AO3 accounts right now just churning out agonizing pain. Alan we know what you are.

I do hate that we got so little development for Trap compared to Beej but it's also delightful because it means all of us get to sit here and rotate him on a merry-go-round that goes faster and faster and never stops. Anything is possible. He's so INTERESTING!!! He's like half a guy! No matter what anyone says, they could probably make it work! And that means I am in fact slam dunking the religious trauma into him at breakneck speeds. Sorry, bud (lie).

I'm so glad you mentioned Are You Now Margaret because that's one of those underrated episodes that always has its teeth so deep in me. We learn so much about her so fast. Her big friend group!! She had so many people who loved her and who she loves enough that she refuses to endanger them even though she hasn't spoken to make in years!! The fact that she will give her father that kind of deference even though we all know in our bones that he doesn't deserve it! God, Margaret.

I love people like you who run in with a wrecking ball just absolute decimating all these characters that we know and love so that I can come in after in my little clown car with hot chocolate and blankets. I am a simple author. I know what my duty is here. And it's getting everybody laid by everybody else but ALSO giving them extreme amounts of aftercare and pillow nests ;v; We all share such a vital role in this ecosystem.

#and my role is to be very simple and i know this #my ramblings #long post

[itty-bitty-mess]

TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

Currently thinking about bitties being adopted to complete certain tasks that are usually hard for humans, like reaching very narrow places or finding very tiny items. And once they're done, they get discarded like trash.

Imagine a bitty like a Cherry who is forced to do an extremely stress-inducing task. His anxiety is through the roof and he won't stop crying. He hates it, he can't do it, he wants to throw up, this ammount of stress is NOT healthy for his breed. Oh but Mommy promised a warm bed and yummy food after this, so maybe he can! Yes! He will do it for Mommy no matter how much this traumatizes him, because she loves him very much and she believes in him!!

Finally, he is done, and Little Cherry believes he's gonna get rewarded with a loving home and lots of cuddles from his new Mommy, he's so hungry too, so surely she will be glad to reward him with a little baked treat too! Mommy loves to bake and her treats smell delicious and super yummy! Mommy approaches little Cherry with a big smile on her face, he believes she must be sooo proud of him!! She gently takes one of his tiny bony arms, while Cherry looks at her with pure adoration in his eyes, and then....

*SNAP* Before he can even register it, she effortlessly snaps one of his arms in half like a toothpick. Cherry screams, of course. Oh god, it hurts so bad, its absolutely unbearable. The love and adoration in his eyes disappear and get replaced by confusion, panic and sheer terror. He's screaming and tears flood out of his eyes. He asks Mommy why she did that but she doesnt respond. Instead, before he can even pull his other arm away from her, she grabs it and yanks it off, making it pop off his arm socket and essentially leaving him arm-less.

Cherry screams like he's getting murdered. This ammount of stress can be lethal for his breed, but who cares, he's just a replaceable little piece of garbage. Just a tool Mommy bought because she needed some extra help. Since Cherry had done his job, he was now essentially useless to her and to the world in general. He was disposable.

All those promises of a loving home and yummy treats? just a simple tactic to get any bitty to willingly do unpleasant tasks for its owner, they always fall for it without fail, especially the weak, pathetic ones. Cherry is in so much pain. His arms are dusting at unbearably slow speed, he feels everything and needs it to stop. His face is now permanently stained red from his nonstop tears. His screams of agony are ear-piercing, but somehow Mommy doesn't seem bothered.

He begs Mommy to help him, he says he loves her and asks her why she is doing this if he did what she wanted. She doesn't respond, he's not even worth a simple answer. To her, he's simple, disposable trash no more valuable than a used napkin. She kicks him in one of his tiny legs and it snaps like a twig.

"NOOO- AAAAAAAAAA PLEASE MOMMY STOP IT HURTS, PLEASE HELP ME IT HURTS SO BAD, PLEASE I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU PLEASE IM SORRY"

She just laughs as she grabs him by the collar of his tiny red sweater, now stained with his tears, and takes him somewhere he cannot see. The position hurts his neck badly, it hurts. His entire body is in agonizing pain. He can't feel his leg or his now-dusted arms, however he can feel some empty gaps on his mouth where some of his teeth used to be, they probably fell off with all the hits he had taken by that point.

He began pissing himself like any other Cherry, as a built in survival tactic, hoping Mommy would pity his already pathetic nature and maybe spare his life. Thats just wishful thinking of course, because all that does is gross her out enough that she finally decides to toss him on some dirty dark alley, too far away from home or from any bitty shelter that could save him. Once Mommy tosses him, he hits the ground skull-first. Now his head spins and hurts as well.

She leaves the alley, her disappearing figure is probably one of the few things Cherry can make out before everything turns blurry. He cries once again, as the realization finally hits him a little too late. She never loved him, he was never gonna be adopted or loved, he was just a simple tool and a commodity to her. He had been abandoned and left to rot alone, dying slowly, bones broken irreparably, discarded like a piece of trash that is no longer of use. He was worthless.

The next morning, there's an extra pile of dust in that alley. But who cares, that's a common occurence anyways.

#bitty abuse #bitty whump #bitty bullying #bitty torture #bittybones #ok so like wow. this was intially a short post but then i edited it and uh got inspired. this was fun haha

[the-whumpening]

Fuck It Friday #2

Last night was my group’s DnD session, and boooyyyy have I got some juicy whump tidbits to share!

CW: gore (esp eyeballs), knives, torture, lycanthropy, could be read as cannibalism?

So in the canon of our game, the group used a teleportation scroll to get themselves and Ash out of the demi-plane he’d been held in. This landed us in Chult, which is a massive island continent much like Australia, where we reunited with some familiar NPCs on a scouting mission.

Various dangling plot threads are getting tied up, including Ash reconnecting with his father again and realizing that he’s . . . Just a guy. A guy who was wracked with guilt and shame and thrust into a situation he had no control of. Gregor is clearly trying to start a new life and make up for his past, and Ash is slowly opening up and letting him in a little.

To make a very long story short, Gregor tried to save Kane from being taken by the weretigers who’ve taken over the jungle; he failed, and got bitten in the process, which is apparently fatal to people already infected with lycanthropy. To make them even once more, Ash let Krumgus revive Gregor.

Cut to this session: the party has just fought a small group of weretigers that ambushed us. Some ran away, some were dead, and one was left to be interrogated. Evius held the weretiger down with an immovable rod to the neck while Ash prepares to torture him for information. It felt right to be the one inflicting pain for once. He lets his rage continue to simmer though the battle is well over.

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Evius: Who do you work for? Why are you here? [The tiger only growls in response, though Evius attempts to read his thoughts. He sees a weretiger—much larger than the others—on a throne of skulls. He nods to Ash, who slips the silver knife between the tiger’s ribs.] Evius: Who is he? Tiger: The Banded King. Evius: Where can we find him? [Evius presses deeper into his thoughts, seeing images of a ruined city deep in the jungle.] Evius: How do we get there? [Once again, the tiger doesn’t respond. Evius nods to Ash once again. Ash twists the knife, eliciting a squeal of pain from the tiger-man.] Ash: Answer him! Where is our friend? Kane—the half elf with the gray hair? [The tiger chuffs in laughter in between gasps of pain.] [Ash removes the knife, instead using its tip to trace the outline of the weretiger’s stripes.] Ash: You know, I could carve these off of you. It would be . . . so easy. [Ash is past rationality now; his best friend is missing and this mass of flesh is the only thing in the way.] Where is Kane? Tiger, taunting: He is alive! The Banded King has taken a special interest in him. [He looks to Gregor with a conspiratorial grin.] They wait for you. Gregor: Ash, cut out his eye. Ash: With pleasure. [Ash carefully swirls the silver knife into the tiger’s eye socket, plucking his eye from his skull. The creature snarls and howls, but maintains his bravado.] Why did you come here? Why did you tell the other one not to fight me? Tiger: [He seethes and mocks Ash.] The Banded King has no use for you in his army, half-breed! [Evius goes to grab his mane and yank his head back, but the tiger is too quick. His teeth just graze Evius’ wrist before he pulls away; the venom is already burning in his veins.] [Without hesitation, Ash pounds his fist into the tiger’s bleeding socket. Gregor allows his animal companions to finish the job. Ash snarls, struggling to keep any semblance of composure.] Ash, panicking: Evvy, I have to do something rash—it might save you, but it’s going to hurt. I need your permission! [Ash wonders if he’s also venomous like the other weretigers; if he is, Evius is dead either way, right? Might as well try.] [Panicking and in pain, Evius agrees.] [Ash sinks his teeth into Evius’ arm, ripping off the infected flesh and spitting it on the ground. Evius wails, shaking and sweating, as Ash transforms out of his rage. He holds Evius to the ground to keep him from thrashing, one hand on his chest and the other stroking his hair. Blood drips from his mouth and down his chin.] Ash: I’m so sorry, Evvy. I’m sorry, I’m sorry—I had to! [He repeats it over and over again.] [Gregor douses bandages in alcohol (we notice it’s the same brand of mushroom absinthe we created early in the campaign) and quickly wraps Evius’ wounds. The three wait with bated breath to see if Ash’s plan worked.] [A dark black band circles Evius’ hand, meeting the bandages on either side. It’s puffed and raised, like a bruise or a scar. One perfect stripe.] [But the burn of the venom fades, leaving only the sting of the alcohol and the ache of the bite. No more stripes appear, and Evius slips into much-needed unconsciousness.] [Mouse rejoins them after hearing the screams and, after making sure Evius is okay, asks for their help with another infected victim. It’s too late for this one.] [Ash looks pitifully up at Gregor with big, watery eyes.] Ash: . . . Gregor? Can you please . . .? Gregor: [He pats Ash’s shoulder.] Sure, bud. Keep him safe. [It’s strange. Just days ago, he would’ve killed Gregor on sight. But now there’s . . . an odd affection growing. He shakes off the thought and focuses on Evius, lifting him gently and taking him to rest in the shade.]

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One of our players is currently playing a child character, who saw the interaction from up in a tree. He asked Mouse to check up on the group as he was pretty sure Ash had tried to eat Evius. Mouse was pretty sure that wasn't the case, but damn if she didn't have to rule it out lol.

(Bear with me on this formatting, I'm not sure the best way to share this and I thought it would read well in a chat style format.)

#whumpblr #whump writing #whump #whump community #writeblr #dnd whump #tigerverse #tw gore #tw blood #tw torture #fuck it friday

[sga-owns-my-soul]

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have fun your bestie is a menace 😈

send a rose, get a line

okay so there's 64 roses but i can't be bothered to actually count out 64 lines so im just sharing some bits im proud of lmao

from Rodney Forgets:

"How are you feeling?" John asks. Rodney frowns.

"I don't know who I am. I can't remember anything about myself or anything else, but for some reason I know that you take 2 cream and 3 sugars in your coffee and you're favourite breed of dog is a pitbull because they're loyal but sweet. And my head still hurts."

from trinity au:

As the winding mountain roads slowly levelled out and turned into a forest of evergreens, John thought about his past failures, and how he always seemed to end up here- losing the one he loves due to his own flaws, his own shortcomings.

First there was Nancy, and John may not have been in love with her, but he did love her, as much as he could- as much as he was capable of. He cared about her, she mattered to John, but he could never open up. The day she handed him the divorce papers, he told her he was gay, and she said that if he could have been half that open and honest in their marriage, maybe it would have lasted.

and from rodney whump:

"Rodney, at risk of... triggering a reaction, what happened? We saw," Carson inhaled sharply, and Rodney gave him a confused look. "There was a camera in the room, Kolya sent us the video... We saw what happened to you, you-"

The gun was pointed at Carson again between one breath and the next. "You stay the *fuck* away from him," John growled, and Rodney's hands tightened their hold around John instinctively.

"John, hey, it's okay. Carson is going to help us, okay? He's going to take care of you, of both of us. He's going to look at your arm for me, okay? Your hands too, make sure you're okay. You need your hands and arm to protect me, right? So you need to let Carson fix them."

John just stared at him, but he lowered the gun, and he didn't move it when Carson started talking again.

#thanks bestie 🥰🥰 #this was fun! #good way to spend my break lmao #ask game #my wips #kinda stargate

[whump-me]

Whumptober Day 12: Insomnia

This is a standalone story in my original Mind Games universe, a modern-day sci-fi/fantasy thriller setting about ordinary humans with superhuman abilities and the people who want to use or destroy them. Full description in my Whumptober masterpost, which is linked in my pinned post.

This story contains: working to exhaustion, car accident, mentions of minor whump

Words: 3600

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Leman didn’t know how long he had been driving. The highway was always the same, as if all his frantic speed had gotten him exactly nowhere. Always the same hum of the engine under him. Always the same trees speeding by to either side. Always the same soothing growl of passing cars, the same hypnotic glow of headlights in the dark.

The vibrating hum slipped into his bones, tugging his eyelids down. His eyes drifted shut. Even behind his eyelids, he saw the road. It stretched out in front of him endlessly. The trees waved him on his way. The engine sang him a droning lullaby.

A horn blared. His eyes snapped open. He jerked the steering wheel to the left a second before he would have careened into the side of a minivan.

Their soft, rhythmic sleep-breathing turned to quiet murmurs of confusion and fear. “What’s wrong?” Daisy, the youngest, asked. Her voice was still blurry with sleep.

“We almost got in an accident,” Jefferson said. He was the oldest, and liked to know things the others didn’t.

“Did they find us?” Milo asked. He didn’t sound afraid, only resigned. Like he had been waiting to be recaptured ever since John had carried him out of the PERI facility and bundled him into the car. Hearing that kind of dull despair in the voice of a child who couldn’t be older than eight made Leman’s heart ache. It was an actual physical sensation, just under his ribcage. He hadn’t known heartache was a literal thing.

Or maybe it was just lack of sleep he was feeling.

The kids had all been abducted by the Psi Enhancement Research Initiative because they carried the genetic marker for Enhanced abilities. As far as Leman knew, none of them had an ability yet. But that didn’t matter to PERI—they had drugs that could activate the gene. After that, the kids could be trained as government operatives. Or, if the brainwashing didn’t take, they’d be sent down to PERI’s labs to be cut open and studied—or worse, sent to the breeding programs to create a stronger and more obedient generation of superpowered operatives.

But none of that was going to happen to any of these kids. Leman had been hired to get them out. Their contact was waiting at a motel two days away. Andreas was part of a whole team that did this kind of thing on a regular basis, or so Leman understood it. He and his team knew how to get the kids back to their families.

Leman didn’t work with Andreas and his team more than once or twice a year. Every time he did, he swore he wouldn’t do it again. Messing around with psychics made his skin crawl. Even the kids behind him made him nervous, although so far, none of them had moved anything with their minds or walked through any walls.

But these guys paid well. And besides, he got to feel like he was doing a good deed. He had saved three kids from a fate worse than death. Most of his jobs weren’t like that. Most of them were the kind where he didn’t like looking at himself in the mirror afterward.

The warm glow he got from working for these guys was almost enough to make up for the crawling fear that came with knowing just how out of his depth he was.

Or it always had been before now.

But PERI had never used this particular power against him before.

His contact was two days away. Two more days without sleep. He had already been awake for five.

Coffee. Energy drinks. Caffeine pills. His blood was probably half caffeine at this point.

His eyes burned. His hands trembled whenever he took them off the steering wheel. When the kids started making too much noise, he had to bite his lip shut to keep himself from snapping at them. It was hardly fair for him to take out his overcaffeinated and underslept temper on them. They’d gone through a life-changing trauma, and it wasn’t over yet. He was just pulling an extra-long all-nighter.

Two more days. He could do it.

He had to. If he didn’t, those kids were going right back to the facility he had rescued them from. He’d gotten a peek inside one of the labs, while he was trying to find his way around. There had been a small body lying on a stretcher. The tray of tools next to the stretcher had been bloody.

“They didn’t find us,” Jefferson said, and Leman realized he had never answered Milo. “Leman just almost swerved off the road because he hasn’t gotten any sleep.”

“I thought I told you to call me Mr. Manikowski,” Leman said, although being called Mr. anything felt strange, like he was a teacher standing in front of a classroom. He wasn’t anything near that respectable.

“Do you need a nap?” Daisy asked, sounding like she very much needed a nap herself.

And so did Leman. No, scratch that—he didn’t need a nap. He needed to crawl into bed and sleep for a week.

“Are we going to stop?” Milo asked hopefully. “I want to sleep in a real bed.”

“We’re not stopping,” said Leman. If he stopped, he would fall asleep, caffeine or no.

Or maybe he wouldn’t. As jacked up as he was, he might pace back and forth like an overwound toy all night, unable to stop moving, unable to stop his brain from whirring. That would be okay—they couldn’t find him in that way. Slowing down would give them a chance to catch up, but that didn’t matter unless they could find him.

But if he fell asleep, even for a second, they would find him.

The first night, they had stopped at a motel. One room for the four of them. The kids had shared the bed. He had slept on the floor, in front of the door. He had thought that would be enough.

But the threat hadn’t come through the door. It had come through his sleeping mind.

The alien presence had clawed itself into his thoughts, sticky fingers plucking out images from his memory—road signs they had passed, the flickering neon sign showing the name of the motel. The greasy sensation had been enough to jolt him wide awake.

He had thought it was a nightmare. Until the black vans had showed up outside the window.

Then he had figured out it quick.

One of their operatives could invade people’s dreams. They intended to track him through his.

That was the last time he had slept.

“We’re not stopping,” he said. “I don’t need a nap. I just need more coffee.” He guzzled the remainder of the coffee in the Styrofoam cup next to him. It had gone cold. He didn’t care. He couldn’t even taste it anymore.

“My mom says if you drink more than four cups of coffee in a day, you’ll give yourself a heart attack,” Jefferson said.

“Listen to your mother,” said Leman. “Better yet, don’t drink any coffee at all. You’re too young.”

“Is Mr. Manikowski going to die?” Milo asked. “Are we going to die?”

“Maybe,” said Jefferson. “The longest the human body can go without sleep is eleven days.”

“We’ll be there in two,” Leman promised.

He tried not to think about what would happen after that.

The dreamwalking operative had his scent now. And he couldn’t stay awake forever.

But all he had to do was get the kids where they were going, and then get far enough away before he fell asleep that the dreamwalker couldn’t trace him to them. He would figure out the rest from there. He always did.

And if he didn’t make it… well, at least his last mission would have been a good deed. It was a better end than he had always thought he’d get.

He laughed softly to himself. Either he was going soft, or the sleep deprivation was messing with his head. What he should have done was admit defeat days ago—check in to a motel, fall asleep, offer the people who were after the kids a deal. If the alternative was being chased by PERI for the rest of his life… Andreas’s team didn’t pay that well.

Why hadn’t he just given up?

His laughter had a sharp, staccato sound. He sounded like a malfunctioning robot. He sounded like he’d been awake for five days.

“Mr. Manikowski?” Daisy asked. “Are you okay?”

“He’s not,” said Jefferson. “He’s probably going to die. His heart is going to explode.”

“Go back to sleep,” said Leman. “All of you.”

The noises from the backseat subsided. The kids’ breathing grew soft and rhythmic again. Milo—or he thought it was Milo—let out a soft snore.

The trees waved him onward. The red lights of the car in front of him blinked at him slowly. The hum of the engine surrounded him, cradled him.

The trees reached down to hold him in their swaying branches. It’s all right, they whispered. It’s going to be all right.

The branches turned into claws. They sank into his skull with a soft popping sound. There was no pain. Just the oily sensation of unwashed hands rifling through his gray matter.

The fingers delicately plucked out the image of a highway sign—Middleburg, two miles.

He jolted awake.

He was diagonal on the road, drifting over the white line. He jerked himself back into the middle lane.

He tilted the Styrofoam mug to his lips. Nothing was left but a single cold drop.

A car pulled up next to him, flashing its hazard lights. The driver waved at him. He pointed toward the side of the road. Pull over, he mouthed.

That jolted Leman awake more thoroughly than a cup of coffee could have.

His hands trembled on the wheel. He could hold a sniper rifle perfectly steady, but he was shaking now. Then again, he’d never tried to use a sniper rifle on five days of no sleep.

It was too dark to make out the man’s features. But he doubted it mattered. He had never met the PERI operative personally, just felt their grubby fingers in his mind.

How had the dreamwalker caught up with him so quickly?

He stomped on the gas. He wove through four lanes of traffic, speeding past one car after another. Honks followed him. The speedometer crept up to 90, 100, 110…

The other car shouldn’t have been able to catch up with him. But it pulled up next to him again. Pull over, the driver mouthed, pointing insistently to the shoulder.

No. Leman hadn’t come this far to give in now. He hadn’t stayed awake for five days to let these kids go back where they had come from. He had one dropped a dozen enemies in a gunfight without taking a single hit. He wasn’t about to be defeated by one single set of grubby fingers in his brain.

The speedometer inched up. 120. 130. The oncoming headlights turned into a single white blur smeared across the night.

The trees thrust out their branches to stop him. Slow down, they whispered. Pull over.

“Like hell,” he muttered, but his lips were thick and clumsy, and he wasn’t sure he had spoken aloud at all.

He tried to punch the gas. But his body wouldn’t obey him. His legs were made of stone. His foot fell away from the gas, and wouldn’t move again. His fingers were numb against the steering wheel. Was he still holding the wheel? Was he still in the car at all? He couldn’t tell. Maybe he was up in the trees, being cradled by their branches. Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop…

Then he tumbled endlessly downward and hit the earth with a screeching crack.

His eyes snapped open.

He had hit the metal barrier. Smoke rose from his crumpled hood. The airbag had released—it drooped across the steering wheel like a deflated balloon after the party was over.

Behind him, the children were crying.

He looked over his shoulder to make sure they were all right. All three of them had their eyes open, and were aware enough to be afraid. None of their bones were bent at awkward angles. That was good enough for now.

The pain of turning his head hit him a second later. His neck hurt. Everything hurt. He looked down at himself. Nothing bleeding, nothing obviously broken. Only a tightness in his chest that might have meant a broken rib or two. Again, that was something he could deal with later.

His foot must have slipped off the gas when he had fallen asleep. Lucky for him. Lucky for all of them. If he had hit the barrier doing 130, none of them would have made it.

That was where his luck ended.

Because in the rearview mirror, a familiar car pulled up behind him.

He reached for his weapon. Undid his seatbelt. Fumbled for the car door.

He wasn’t giving up those kids without a fight.

Every movement felt like struggling through a pool of thick honey. And the figure in the other car, of course, had no such problems. By the time Leman stumbled out of the car on wobbly legs, the other man was already hurrying toward him.

He was an unassuming figure—short, balding, with thick glasses and a middle-management face. But Leman knew how little that meant. He had felt the strength of those fingers in his mind.

He brought his gun up. His hands were shaking.

The man raised his hands. “Whoa,” he said. “Careful there. I’m a friend.”

“You’re not getting those kids,” Leman’s voice was as shaky as his legs. He didn’t know whether his hands were trembling from the post-accident adrenaline crash or just plain caffeine. Either way, his aim would be shot. He’d be lucky if he could hit anything at point-blank range.

“The kids are safe,” the man said. His voice was low, soothing, placating.

“Not yet,” said Leman. “But they will be.” He just needed the man to take a couple of steps closer…

“You’re looking for your friend Ethel,” the man said.

Leman blinked slowly at him. “What did you say?”

“The code. You’re supposed to knock at the door, say you’re looking for your friend Ethel. I’m supposed to tell you she went down to Florida to work on her tan. It would make more sense if you were actually at the motel.”

Leman shook his head. His sluggish vision struggled to keep up, briefly turning the man into a blur. “You stole that code from someone’s head. I’m meeting Andreas. You’re not him.”

“Andreas is at the motel,” said the man. “Our remote viewer saw the state you were in after the first night, and knew you weren’t going to make it. They sent me to intercept you.” He shook his head, letting out a soft laugh. “I thought I’d be looking for a needle in a haystack. Track down one car on the highway? It turns out it’s easy to spot the driver who hasn’t slept in five days.”

Then his face turned serious. “You need to sleep now. For your sake, and the sake of those kids.” He nodded past Leman, toward the crumpled car. “You’re lucky you all survived. For a few minutes there, I thought I was too late.”

Leman opened his mouth to ask how he knew the kids had survived. But he looked over his shoulder—wincing at the pain in his neck—and there they were, spilling out of the car, sleepy and scared, with tears and snot running down their faces. Even Jefferson, who would no doubt be mortified about the tears later.

Leman didn’t lower the gun. “I still don’t know if I can trust you. And even if I can, I can’t sleep. They have someone after me… he can get into my dreams…”

“It’s okay,” the man said. “I can block him. It’s why I’m here. You’re safe now. You can rest.”

“Those kids are my responsibility.”

“And now they’re mine. What do I need to do to convince you? Do you want me to call Andreas?”

“I’m not giving up those kids.” The ground swayed under him. The blur of the passing lights made him dizzy. His gun hand trembled.

“I’m sorry about this,” the man said with a sigh. “Please don’t shoot me, all right?”

He waved a hand—

And Leman was falling—

When he woke, the car smelled wrong. Like one of those pine-scented air fresheners. He never used those things. The seat under him was leather, worn and patched. And the steering wheel was gone.

Oh—it was gone because he was in the passenger seat. That explained why the door was on the wrong side.

The man from last night was sitting in the driver’s seat. Behind him, in the backseat, all three kids were sleeping.

“How long was I asleep?” he muttered in blurry horror. The sun was high in the sky. That alone told him it had been too long. Much too long. They should all be dead already.

He craned his aching neck to see the rearview mirror. “They’ll know where we are by now. They’re coming for us. They’re coming…”

“It’s all right,” the man next to him said, sounding entirely unworried. “I don’t know how much of our conversation you remember, but I did tell you I could block their dreamwalker. I control sleep—when you fall asleep, when you wake up, how deeply you sleep, whether you dream… Anyway, one thing I can do is make sure you never end up in the dream state where the dreamwalker can get at you. I’ve dealt with him before. I know how to keep him out.”

He felt for his gun. It was gone. “I want to talk to Andreas.”

“I can do better than that,” the man said, and pulled off the exit ramp. “We’re almost to the motel.”

Leman shook his head, and winced again. “We were two days away.”

“I told you I can control your sleep,” the man said. “I made sure you got as much as you needed.”

They pulled up in front of a shabby motel. The man pulled out his phone and dialed a number. “We’re here,” he said. “Would you mind coming out so my friend can see that you don’t have a gun to your head?”

The door to the room in front of them opened. There was Andreas, looking a little older than the last time Leman had seen him, but with the same easy smile on his face. He waved.

Leman looked from Andreas to the man in the driver’s seat. “You were telling the truth.” His brain still felt sluggish. He couldn’t tell whether he had gotten too much sleep or not enough.

“It’ll take a few days for you to recover fully,” the man said. “I suggest taking a vacation. You’ve earned it.”

“The kids are safe,” Leman said slowly. He looked over his shoulder again at the sleeping children.

“You almost didn’t make it,” the man said. His soft face turned stern. “You should have known you couldn’t stay awake that long. You put those kids at risk twice over. First, when you didn’t call for help. Then, when you almost shot me instead of letting me help you.”

“You could have been one of them,” said Leman. “And they were my responsibility.”

“And you almost got them killed. Think about that next time around.”

“Next time there won’t be any kids depending on me,” Leman assured him.

Something about his tone made the other man’s gaze turn sharp and thoughtful. “Why did you push yourself so hard for them?”

He shrugged. That movement hurt, too. “You’re paying me well. It’s my job to make sure you get your money’s worth.”

The man let out a soft chuckle. “Don’t give me that. I know we’re paying you less than your going rate. A lot less.”

Leman looked away. “I saw that place they were in. I couldn’t let them go back.”

“Is that all?” the man asked. “Or is there something you’re trying to make up for?” He gave Leman a rueful smile. “Controlling sleep means I’ve seen a lot of people at their most vulnerable. It’s given me a bit of insight into human psychology.”

If he had been feeling a little less groggy, Leman might have bitten out a sharp retort. As it was, he sat back in silence and thought about the job before this one, and the job after. He wouldn’t be saving any innocents after this. If he was lucky, no innocents would die because of him. If he was lucky.

“We’ve got a permanent spot open on our team, you know,” the man said. “We couldn’t pay you as well as we do now, of course, but there are other rewards.” He paused. “So long as you don’t put anyone else in danger next time around.”

Leman opened his mouth to say no. The word caught in his throat.

“No need to decide now,” the man said. “For now, rest. He you need it.”

“The dreamwalker still has my scent,” said Leman. “As soon as I leave, they’ll be on me.”

The man shot him another smile. “Then I guess you’ll just have to stick around.”

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[breakyourwhumpees]

interrogation [2/3]

interrogation, villain whumpee, slight pet whump, former winged whumpee, mentions of past wing whump, avian / angel hybrid whumpee

“Who do you work for?” The woman leaned forward. Natalie, her nametag read.   Atticus sneered. 

“That’s a dumb question.” They respond dryly, brows furrowed.

“Atticus.” There’s a warning in her tone that makes the skin on their back prickle. Their chains clink as the man gives a warning yank on the other end. Atticus scowled and clacked their teeth in irritation. 

“Break.” They answer curtly. They don’t mention how literally every villain works under her since she practically took over, or how much of a shit boss she is. Don’t ask, don’t tell, right? Natalie raises her brows in surprise. The public had never seen much of Break -- she never really left the compound, always in her office giving out orders for the high ranking villains to pass along -- but they knew she was a real danger.

Natalie scribbles something down on her clipboard. “Okay, how does she act as a boss? Does she rule over a firm hand? Is she cruel?” Natalie tilts her head. Atticus narrowed their eyes.

“I don’t know how she treats the others,” They say slowly, carefully picking out their words so they can’t reveal anything more than they want to. “But there’s definitely punishments for acting up or failing.” They decide against mentioning the rankings, or anything else really. Being as vague as they can without just lying was probably the best way to go. 

“What are Breaks’ numbers? How many people work under her?” Wow, the heroes know even less than Atticus thought. Maxim wasn’t lying when he said that they couldn’t attack the compound yet due to the hefty security system, and because the lack of knowledge on Breaks’ numbers. They grin. 

“Oh, thousands.” They drawl, drumming their fingers on the table. “Hell, millions maybe. More people become heroes than villains. To be a hero you have to go to school for it for years... and have a super power...” Atticus had begun to gaze around the room, but their eyes flicked back to Natalie, who was listening intently. “but you can become a villain just like,” They snapped their finger. “that. S’not that hard.” They debate mentioning the illegal monster breeding -- that’s how they themselves were born -- but don’t ask don’t tell. And if they were to expose that and Boss found out somehow, there’d be some pretty nasty consequences. 

“Next question,” Natalie pipes, scribbling furiously on her clipboard. Atticus supresses a groan.

“What are you?” She asks. Atticus rasies a brow, prompting her to explain. “like, species wise. No human has teeth that sharp, and...” She tugs on her ear. Atticus blinks blankly, until they feel the feathers on their ears (they’re kind of like mini-wings) being pulled so that they lie in better view. Atticus hisses at the light sting and reeled backwards, leaving some feathers in the grip of the man who they’d forgotten was standing being them. They wince as blood dribbles down their face. 

“Play nice, Rust.” She says smoothly. “We don’t want to give damaged goods back to Maxim.” 

Atticus scowls at being referred to as damaged goods, but before they can make up a snarky reply the woman repeats her initial question of “What are you?”

“Avian.” Atticus half lied. Technically, they are partially avian. Their mother was a pretty avian with tawny wings. Natalie scowls. “Don’t lie to me, Atticus.” She spat. “No avian has pure white feathers like yours.”

Atticus glared at her. “My dad is an angel.” They elaborate, feathers bristling. She hums in approval and wrote on her clipboard for a bit, leaving the room in almost silence.

“So if your... species... is winged, what happened to your wings?’ she pries. Atticus swallowed the lump in their throat, sinking their teeth into their lower lip until the metallic taste of blood fills their mouth. 

“Pass.” They respond, voice firm to keep it from trembling. She opens her mouth to pry, or maybe to passive aggressively threaten them, but they snarl and reiterate. “Pass.” Natalie falters and glares at them, only briefly before she returns to her cold unfeeling stance. 

aaa sorry this took a bit to post cause it was just sitting in my drafts because i entirely forgot about it. anyway, boom, here’s another Bad Streak chapter. 

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#wing whump #whump blog #whump #winged whump #winged whumpee #villain whump #villain whumpee #hero x villain

[whumpwillow]

Whumpmas in July Day 5

Who is your favorite whumpee?

Kane! from @whumpsday ‘s Kane & Jim series. I’ve actually written a few fanfics about him. he’s such a dick but he’s trying his best (also he’s so pathetic and i dig that honestly) and also Ash from @whumping-every-day ‘s Ash and Callum series. 

both are vampires. i have a type

If you mean a whumpee outside of designated whump tumblr writings, I would like to put out the honorable mentions of Kaz Brekker from Six of Crows, David from Camp Camp, Eli from Vicious & Vengeful by VE Schwab, and also this one character named Braeden from a book I know none of y’all have ever read but it’s called Paladin by Sally Slater and I read it in the 9th grade and it fueled my all-consuming love for half-demons and all things half-breed 

#i would say jack vessalius but he's not technically a whumpee i just wanna hurt him :) #whumpmasinjuly #whumpmas in july #wijday5 #wij2022

[heartlesslywhumping]

Whump Prompt #355

Halfbreeds are forced to wear shock collars that will activate when they become agitated or emotional

(This is based off of the original concept for the Disney movie “Zootopia”) ((Too dark for a kids film but excellent for whump))

#whump prompts #writing prompts #fanfic prompts #scene prompts #my prompts #my writing #whump #writing #fanfic #scenes #creative writing #half-breed whump #non-human whumpee #monster whump #shock collars #dehumanization #inspired by #zootopia #emotional whump #emotional angst

[whumpster-dumpster]

Half-breeds, y’know? Shunned and despised, the victim of hate crimes by both species for not really being either, having it pressed upon them that they’re a disgusting, shameful mistake. Trying to stand up for the parents/creators they love but also quietly struggling with resentment toward them for bringing them into a life like this.

#whump #speciesism #hatred #half breed #monsters #non human whumpee #dehumanization #self deprecation

[fallingstormphoenix]

“Don’t Move”

“Shhhh, shhh stay.” A soft voice, along with a sharp ache in his right arm, pierced through the fog in his head. “Don’t move. You’re ok.”

There was a heavy hand on his arm, a cool weight across his body, something soft under him. He was inclined to obey, he was so comfortable. There was pain, somewhere, but it was beyond the fog, he didn’t have to worry about it now. There was confusion, somewhere, but it too was beyond the fog.  Right here, there was comfort and soft words. He settled back against the softness and sighed.

“Good job, don’t move.” The voice reassured as he faded back into the fog. “You’re going to be ok.”

#someone lived #whumptober2019 #no.12 #whump blog #whump trope #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump community #whumpee #herc #half-breed angel

[how-very-whumperful]

Branding with the monster girl?

Fandom: N/A

Unforgettable and Identifying

(A continuation of Simple Questions)

In the pen were four others, all that matched her in one aspect; they were all half breeds. Only one of them viralki however. The viralki stood a head taller than anyone else. He was intimidating to anyone, especially Finch, who was unusually small, and terrified. She didn’t dare make eye contact with any of them.

“Alright, which one of you’s next?” Called a blonde woman with a muscular build. Finch noticed the scars covering her skin. She tried to shrink behind the other people, but it only resulted in her shoved to the mud. When she looked up, the woman was standing over her. “Guess you’re next, tiny.” Then, she was gasping for air, struggling to breathe as the woman pulled her lead up in the air to get her to stand.

“W-Where am I going..?” Finch asked softly.

The woman stopped dead in her tracks.

“You shouldn’t ask so many questions.” She sighed. “But I can tell you’re young, and probably confused as hell. Do you know what you are.”

“I’m half viralki, half mage,” Finch answered, way past caring what that meant for her.

“Exactly. You’re a half breed. That’s not a good thing, kid. We don’t want half breeds being mistaken for pure bloodlines. That’s why you’re here. A quick marking to make sure everyone knows your place.”

Finch squeezed her eyes shut. “A marking? Is it going to hurt?”

The woman looked at her almost sympathetically, pursing her lips. “Yes, it will.”

Finch was brought to an area that reminded her of the blacksmith shoppe she used to sit in as the blacksmith told her stories of great adventures while patching up her injuries, calling them brave battle scars. But this was not like this place. The blacksmith would not be here to comfort her, or distract her from the pain. Heat radiated out from a large furnace. Suddenly, her tunic was torn down the back. She whimpered but didn’t move, fear paralyzing her. She glanced behind her and saw white hot metal coming towards her, bearing a strange symbol. She tried to run, she tried to escape, but the leash around her throat held her captive. Her breathing sped up as she began to panic. Then, hot, searing pain flourished on her back. She screeched in agony, writhing to try to escape the pure hell that was being held on her back. She could smell burning flesh, it took her a moment in dull panic to realize that it was hers. As the metal was pulled off her back, the agony was refreshed as skin was pulled away with the metal. She dropped to her knees, feeling sick. She heaved and sobbed into the dirt, pushing away any consideration of what may embarrass her, too hurt to care. Then she was being carried. She clutched onto the arms of whoever was carrying her, desperate for comfort.

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#whump #writing #bthb #bad things happen bingo #branding #gore #dehumanization #finch has hard a rough time #half breed #half breed whump #fantastic racism

[whump-galaxy]

"All monsters must be on a shock collar."

#better yet if its a half breed that looks mostly human and grew up with humans but still has to be treated like a beast #whump #shock collar #monsters #injured

[whumpy-writings]

The Reunion: Part 2

Part 1

CW: Vampires, slavery, military setting, bruises, human breeding, death of a partner mention, minor whumpee (not whumped), grooming a minor to be a blood bag (yes, it’s gross)

“General!” the clerk at the desk said, shooting to his feet and placing his fist against his chest. “We didn’t know you were visiting today. My name is Thomas Jenkins. How may I be of assistance?”

Aldon’s hands were clasped behind his back, his posture impeccable, medals gleaming on his uniform. Being in charge of the Torin army did come with its perks.

“I’m here to inspect the humans in the EFSP,” Aldon said, face impassive. It had been a little over a week since his conversation with Micah. While he had sent out some queries to his network, he hadn’t heard any mention of forged records at the EFSP. This was something he had to investigate himself.

“Of course, sir, right this way,” Jenkins said, gesturing Aldon through a door and into the main part of the fort. The hallway was dimly lit, torches on the walls every dozen feet or so.

“The humans are kept in this hallway, sir. Currently we have 37 in the EFSP. How would you like to conduct your inspection?”

“I’ll conduct it by numbers. What is the lowest one you have?” Aldon said, gripping his hands a bit more tightly behind his back.

“098 is the lowest, I’ll take you to their cell,” Jenkins said. Aldon frowned slightly as the clerk led him to 098. Micah had told him that Aaron was from Enrone, with dark skin and hair. Hopefully, he was here somewhere, maybe under a different number. Aldon would just have to check every cell.

Two hours later, Aldon had seen every single human in the EFSP, according to the clerk. None of them were Aaron. All of them were scared, though, and weak and covered in bite marks and bruises.

“Are you sure that there are no more humans in this fort?” Aldon asked Jenkins, pinning the man with an icy stare. The clerk looked away before answering.

“Yes, that’s all the humans we have,” he said. Aldon’s eyes narrowed. He was lying.

“Do you know what the penalty for lying to a superior is, Jenkins?” he asked, voice dangerously low. Jenkins’ face went pale.

“Execution,” Jenkins whispered.

“That’s right. So I suggest you tell me the truth right now,” Aldon said.

“There are fifteen more humans,” Jenkins said quietly. Aldon’s eyebrows rose. Now they were getting somewhere.

“And why didn’t you tell me this before?” he asked. Jenkins bit his lip before responding.

“Because I was ordered not to by Senator Keffner. Because the remaining humans are in the breeding program.”

Aldon barely managed to suppress his gasp. A breeding program had been discussed years ago, but ultimately the idea was struck down because it was fucking unethical. The fucking bastards. Keffner and his posse had gone behind the rest of the army’s back. Aldon barely managed to keep his temper in check.

“Show me,” he growled.

“Sir, I’ll get in tro-”

“Show me. Now.”

Jenkins swallowed before nodding. He led Aldon down a corridor deeper into the fort. Aldon’s blood was boiling. How dare they. How dare they do this to humans. This despicable breeding program would end tonight, if he had anything to say about it.

“This is the area they’re kept in, sir,” Jenkins said quietly.

“Do you have a male from Enrone?” Aldon asked. Jenkins started.

“Yes, yes we do. He should be right in here.”

Jenkins passed a couple of doors before pulling out a key and twisting it in the lock. The door swung open and Aldon stepped inside.

…

Aaron looked up when the door to his cell creaked open. He had just got back from feeding half an hour ago. His stomach dropped when he saw the insignia on the vampire’s chest. Aaron got to his knees, head bowed, as his heart started to race.

“Give me the keys,” the General said, holding out a hand. Another vampire handed him a ring of keys.

“Leave us.” The other vampire scurried out of the room.

The General crouched in front of him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said gently. “Will you look at me?”

Aaron immediately obeyed, raising his eyes to meet the vampire’s green ones. His face looked kind, but Aaron knew from experience that that didn’t mean much with vampires.

“What is your designation and your name?”

Aaron was confused. No one had ever asked for his name before.

“017. Aaron, sir,” he replied.

The vampire broke into a wide smile, his fangs clearly on display.

“I knew it. Micah sent me to bring you home.”

Aaron pressed a hand against his mouth as tears burst from his eyes. He had given up hope. It had been a little over six years and he had thought Micah must be dead. Or maybe he had just forgotten about him. Aaron sobbed great tears of relief. It was like a weight had been taken off of his shoulders. He was leaving this hell. He was finally, finally leaving.

Hope. Aaron’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t leave her. Aaron cleared his throat before speaking.

“Please sir I-I can’t leave my daughter. Please, her number is 55171. Please sir. Please, can she come with me?”

The General’s face darkened.

“How old is your daughter?” he asked, voice near a growl. Aaron suppressed the urge to flinch. The General had said he wouldn’t hurt him.

“She’s four years old now. My mate is-was 055. She passed away about two years ago.” Aaron swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Hope is our only surviving child. Please sir, please I just want her to be free. I don’t want her to be stuck here for the rest of her life.”

The General gave a sharp nod.

“I’ll get her out too, I promise.” He sighed then, rubbing his temples. He looked… tired. He continued more softly. “You should know that this breeding program was done without permission. I, and the vast majority of the other officers, voted against instituting a breeding program because of severe moral issues in forcing humans to breed. I will find the people responsible for this, and they will be punished.”

Aaron’s mind started to spin but he didn’t have time for that information to sink in. The General stood, offering a hand to Aaron. He hesitated before taking the vampire’s cool hand to help him to his feet.

“Let’s get you out of here,” the General said.

…

Aldon followed Aaron through the corridor towards the nursery. Aldon couldn’t wait to get Aaron and his daughter out of this damn fort.

“This is it,” Aaron said, his words thinly accented. Aldon took out his ring of keys and opened up the door. Immediately, he spotted the vampire watching over the children. Her face went pale when she saw him.

“I’m here for 55171,” Aldon said, bile rising in his throat. A little girl dressed in a nondescript brown dress walked over to him. Her eyes flicked over to Aaron but she stopped in front of Aldon. Hope tilted her neck to the side. Offering him her blood. Aldon reared back in horror. Rage he didn’t know he possessed burned to the surface. They were conditioning a child to be a dutiful blood bag. She didn’t have any bite marks on her, but just because no one had bitten her yet didn’t make it any better. Hope was only four years old. A child. A child who should be spending her time playing, not learning how to offer blood to vampires. Whose mother should still be alive, whose father shouldn’t have been mistreated for years.

“No thank you,” Aldon said to the little girl, keeping the anger from his voice with great effort. “You can go see your father.”

Hope nodded, a grin brightening her face.

“Daddy!” she said, jumping into her arms. He picked her up, hugging her to his chest.

“I’m here sweetheart, I’m here. We’re going to go on an adventure, all right?” Aaron said. Thank you, he mouthed to Aldon.

Aldon gave him a curt nod before turning to the nursemaid.

“You are to return these children to their parents at once. That’s an order,” he said.

“Y-yes sir,” she replied. Aldon’s tone had left no room for disagreement. And with that, Aldon turned on his heel and led Aaron and Hope out of the fort.

Luckily, they didn’t run into anyone on their way out. Aldon would deal with those responsible later. Personally. Outside of the fort, the men he had left on guard snapped to attention.

“Karl,” Aldon greeted his second-in-command. “It’s worse than I thought. They have humans in a breeding program.”

Karl whistled. “What would you like us to do?”

Aldon looked at the one hundred men he had brought with him, just in case of a situation like this that required swift action.

“Take the fort and hold it. There are only about twenty soldiers, it shouldn’t be difficult. Try not to kill anyone, but take all the vampires in this fort into custody. They have to answer for their crimes. There should be 50 humans in the fort. Make sure they are given food and water.”

“Yes sir,” Karl said, bringing a fist to his chest. “What will you be doing?”

Aldon looked over at Aaron, whose daughter was still cradled in his arms, eyes wide.

“I’ll be taking these two home,” he said.

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[omegavearth]

Threadfics, Fanfics, Brainrots

Twitter is chaotic af, so here’s a little masterlist of my threadfics, fanfics and brainrots/ideas for easier nagivation :) All links lead back to Twitter or AO3! Please have a look at the original tags, in case I forgot some here.

SOME OF THESE ARE NSF/W and I did not specifically tag that. Generally the content of my TWT is not suitable for minors and I discourage anyone under the age of 18 from accessing it.

So far the ships appearing in these are: Kaeluc, Luckae, Chiluc, Crepluc, Chaeya, Chaeyaluc, Dainluc, Dainkae, and a minor instance of Jeankae. All threads are listed by ship!

FANFICS (published)

Here are my Genshin fanfics on AO3 :)

THREADFICS

K A E L U C:

Ship: Kaeluc or Luckae Tags: angst Genre: canon-based Summary: Kaeya has to make a deal with the Tsaritsa in order to save Mondstadt from destruction. Read it: HERE. Status: finished

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: mild Diluc angst but good ending Genre: canon-based, fantasy Summary: Kaeya is rewarded with a few minutes of seeing someone again who died in the past (not Diluc). Read it: HERE. Status: finished

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: sexy Genre: modern Summary: Diluc has a raunchy one night stand, only to discover the next day that the guy he slept with is the son of the company attempting a hostile take-over of his own father’s firm. Read it: HERE. Status: finished

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: angst, character death, sad Genre: Victorian AU Summary: Diluc is the son of a noble family while Kaeya is the son of their housekeeper. They fall in love. Read it: HERE. Status: finished

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: underage, Diluc is a teenager, Kaeya is an adult, some angst Genre: canon-based AU Summary: Young Diluc falls in love with (adult) Kaeya, who works at the Dawn Winery after being taken in by Master Crepus. Read it: HERE and HERE (extra). Status: unfinished

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: “hybrids” (Catluc) Genre: royalty, medieval setting, fantasy Summary: Prince Kaeya, who is known for sharing his bed with many lovers, falls for the cute son of the tavern owner, Diluc. Read it: HERE. Status: finished

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: alien!Kaeya, eggpreg (Diluc) Genre: sci-fi AU Summary: Diluc wakes up captured by the infamous “collector” and has to team up with two questionable individuals in order to escape and return to his base ship. Read it: HERE. Status: unfinished Fanart: x

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: Diluc whump, angst, happy ending Genre: modern high school AU Summary: Diluc is not popular at school, so it’s very confusing to him when popular!kid Kaeya suddenly tries to befriend him and ask him to be his date at the school dance. Read it: HERE and HERE (extra) and HERE (extra) Status: unfinished

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: A/B/O, dubcon elements, alphas are treated like slaves/pets, part of the story is underage (teenagers), (eventual) happy ending. Genre: Summary: Reverse A/B/O society in which alphas are kept like slaves or pets, only meant for breeding and omegas are considered the ruling class. Crepus buys alpha!Kaeya for his omega son when he’s nearing his first heat. Read it: HERE. Status: unfinished / this is a fanfic wip.

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: INTERACTIVE Genre: royal AU, mystery Summary: Kaeya wakes up in a world that is not his own but familiar enough, and tries to piece together what’s going on. Read it: HERE and HERE (Part 2) Status: unfinished

Ship: Kaeluc or Luckae Tags: self-harm, depression Genre: angst, Diluc whump Summary: Diluc find relief in the pain. Read it: HERE. Status: kinda finished, might add thoughts later on

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: mpreg Genre: canon-based AU Summary: Diluc has cravings. Read it: HERE. Status: finished

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: incest (half brothers) Genre: modern, college AU Summary: Just bros being bros :3 Read it: HERE. Status: unfinished

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: implied mpreg, heavy angst, klc baby, careful this has multiple endings attached one of which has MCD Genre: canon-based Summary: Diluc comes back after his absence from Mond, with a little 2-year old surprise for Kaeya. Read it: HERE. Status: I have no idea.

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: mental illness, Diluc whump, break up, mental clinic, good ending Genre: modern Summary: Diluc suffers from severe psychosis and it’s a strain on his life and his relationship with Kaeya. Read it: HERE (Part 1) and HERE (Part 2) and HERE (Part 3/extra) Status: finished

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: incest (half brothers), some angst, happy ending Genre: modern, college AU Summary: Diluc and Kaeya are half brothers. They’re also lovers. They manage to hide their relationship until they’re forced to move in with a new rommate. Read it: HERE 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 Status:

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: demon!Kaeya, womb tattoo Genre: modern, demon AU Summary: Diluc notices a cute little stray cat and takes it home, not knowing he invited the devil into his bedroom. Read it: HERE. Status: unfinished

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: incest (half brothers), angst Genre: modern Summary: Diluc has never been in a relationship but not because he’s not interested in it. He just lost his heart a long time ago. Read it: HERE. Status: unfinished

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: pussy!Diluc, A/B/O, forced mating bond, angst/betrayal, pheromone control Genre: canon-based A/B/O AU Summary: Kaeya can’t resist the temptation of the beautiful Ragnvindr boy, a rare omega. He doesn’t go about it the right way. Read it: HERE and HERE. Status: unfinished

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: vampire!Kaeya and human!Diluc, dubcon Genre: dark fantasy AU Summary: Crepus makes a deal with vampire Kaeya but tricks him out of his reward. Unfortunately Kaeya is smarter than him and he will do whatever it takes to get what he was promised. Read it: HERE. Status: unfinished

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: heavy angst, Diluc whump, heartbreak, dubcon elements (alcohol), no happy ending Genre: canon-based Summary: Diluc is very very lonely. Read it:  HERE and HERE. Status: finished

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: witch hunts, bullying/harassment Genre: canon-based fantasy/witchcraft AU Summary: Years ago Diluc’s mother was burned for being a witch. Now that he is a young man himself, he and his father are still shunned by the people for their connection to dark magic. But Kaeya knows them as nothing but kind people. Read it: HERE. Status: unfinished

L U C K A E:

Ship: Luckae Tags: minor Kaeya angst, kid!Luckae, scars, loss of eye Genre: canon-based Summary: Kaeya struggles with the loss of his eye and Diluc tries to console him. Read it: HERE. Status: finished

Ship: Luckae Tags: vampire!Diluc, hunter!Kaeya, biting (blood) mention Genre: dark fantasy Summary: Diluc and Kaeya have a long-lasting rivalry that borders a romantic relationship sometimes. (And by borders I mean they’re totally in lust for each other.) Read it: HERE. Status: unfinished / this is fanfic wip.

Ship: Luckae Tags: ghosts Genre: modern dark fantasy Summary: Kaeya moves into a new house and soon finds that he has an unwanted roommate, the late father of his beautiful landlord. Read it: HERE. Status: unfinished

Ship: Luckae, Chaeya, Dainkae Tags: A/B/O, mpreg, heavy angst, heartbreak, Kaeya whump, multiple endings one has MCD Genre: canon-based A/B/O Summary: Kaeya is so in love with Diluc, but no amount of love can change the fact that they’re not fated mates. Read it: HERE and HERE (good ending) and HERE (bad ending) and HERE (horror ending - unfinished) Status: finished

C H A E Y A / C H I L U C:

Ship: Chaeyaluc Tags: brocon, actual incest (half brothers), dubious consent Genre: modern Summary: Kaeya has always been in love with Diluc but Diluc says they can’t be together because they’re brothers. Diluc is dating Childe, who knows how Kaeya feels and isn’t opposed to sharing.. Read it: HERE. Status: unfinished

Ship: Chiluc Tags: noncon/r*pe, loss of bodily autonomy Genre: canon-based Summary: The Harbingers capture Diluc and Childe decides to have a little fun with him. Read it: HERE Status: kinda finished, might add to it at some point

D A I N L U C / D A I N K A E:

Ship: Dainluc Tags: angst, (eventually) unfinished ending, MCD in the past Genre: reincarnation AU Summary: Diluc sees the traveler speak to a mysterious stranger and it triggers memories he doesn’t remember actually living. Read it: HERE with HERE (kaeluc option extra of a past life) Status: unfinished

O T H E R S:

Ship: Diluc x Mitachurl Tags: monsterfucking, thigh fucking, dubious consent, non-con elements, stuck in wall trope Genre: canon-based Summary: Diluc gets stuck in a wall while travelling with Kaeya :) Read it: HERE. Status: finished

Ship: Crepluc Tags: incest, Diluc is a teenager Genre: canon-based Summary: There aren’t many moments left Crepus and Diluc can spend alone together, since Kaeya arrived. Read it: HERE. Status: finished, part of a fanfic wip.

BRAINROTS/FANFIC IDEAS

K A E L U C:

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: A/B/O, Alpha!Kaeya, Omega!Diluc Genre: canon-based A/B/O Summary: Diluc comes back after his 3 years in the wild with no idea of how omegas are meant to mask their scents because he lived in the wild and all the alphas he met were enemies he pretty much murdered anyway, so their advances were not registered. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: brocon Kaeya, pussy!Diluc, underage Genre: canon-based Summary: I can’t write a summary for this.. Kaeya wants to bang Diluc and Diluc doesn’t know how sex works. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: horny Genre: canon-based Summary: Kaeluc having sexy times at the office and they’re very vocal. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: Diluc whump, bad dad Crepus, angst Genre: canon-based Summary: Diluc tries his hardest at being a good son and a success at everything to gain his father’s affection and praise but Crepus puts more pressure on him than he can handle and still never seems satisfied. Kaeya wishes he could make Diluc see how great he is. Read it: HERE and HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc or Luckae Tags: fluff, A/B/O, alpha/omega not specified, mating Genre: canon-based A/B/O Summary: KLK being stupidly happy after mating. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff Genre: canon-based Summary: Diluc is not as tough as he pretends to be. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: angst but also fluff Genre: canon-based Summary: Diluc and Kaeya have a fight during which the infamous vase breaks and Diluc’s heart shatters right with it. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: fluff Genre: royal AU Summary: Prince Kaeya gets pouty when his knight doesn’t pay attention to him for too long. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: hybrids, phoenix!Diluc, dragon!Kaeya, stillborn, eggpreg, mpreg Genre: fantasy AU, angst Summary: Phoenix Diluc is married to dragon prince Kaeya and expected to birth his heirs but they run into some trouble. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Implied Kaeluc or Luckae Tags: depression, Diluc whump Genre: canon-based Summary: Thoughts on Diluc having depression. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: dumbassery Genre: modern high school AU Summary: Kaeya and Diluc used to be friends but aren’t anymore. Now they have to survive a month of doing the baby/household project together. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc or Luckae idk yet Tags: Genre: canon-based mystery Summary: Diluc wakes up one day and nobody in Mond remembers him. Diluc Ragnvindr died when he was 5 years old, they tell him. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: horny Genre: canon-based Summary: Kaeya has a virgin!Diluc kink. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: you can read this as trans!Diluc and/or as forced feminization; arranged marriage Genre: royalty AU Summary: Kaeya doesn’t want to marry some arrogant princess. Diluc doesn’t want to live like a girl just so his father can trick some poor prince into marrying him. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc, Dainluc Tags: love triangle, A/B/O, alpha!Kaeya, alpha!Dain, omega!Diluc, mpreg, memory loss Genre: A/B/O royalty AU Summary: Diluc is married to Kaeya but they’re still strangers to each other. An accident happens and Diluc disappears, only to wake up without his memories, saved by a mysterious stranger. Read it: HERE.

Ship: / Tags: angst, Diluc whump Genre: canon-based Summary: Diluc.. is very lonely again. Set after his return to Mond. Read it: HERE and HERE and HERE (extra).

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: fluff Genre: canon-based Summary: Kaeya remembers falling in love with Diluc. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: fluff, dumbassery Genre: canon-based Summary: Kaeya had sex with Diluc and isn’t shy about it. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: A/B/O, incest (half brothers), omega!Diluc, alpha!Kaeya Genre: modern A/B/O Summary: Omegas need to be scented by their alphas, if they don’t have one usually a family member does it for them. Kaeya scents Diluc but he can’t keep his feelings out of it. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: prostitution Genre: modern Summary: Diluc wants experience before getting married and Kaeya is really good at his job. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: dumbassery, incest (half brothers) Genre: modern, college Summary: Diluc is broke and Kaeya is a tease. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc Tags: merman!Diluc Genre: fluff, mermaid & pirate AU Summary: Pirate Kaeya gets stranded and meets a pretty merman. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc, Dainluc Tags: love triangle, incest (half brothers) Genre: fantasy Summary: Diluc discovers that he’s the heir to the throne of a magical kingdom and also that his half brother is really handsome. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc or Luckae (not really romantic) Tags: kid!klk Genre: canon-based Summary: Crepus used to kiss Diluc on the forehead before bed and Kaeya didn’t understand the magic of it. Read it: HERE.

L U C K A E:

Ship: Luckae Tags: A/B/O, alpha!Diluc, omega!Kaeya Genre: canon-based A/B/O Summary: Diluc likes Kaeya. That’s the summary. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Luckae Tags: fluff Genre: canon-based Summary: Luckae play some Hunter and Rebel. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Luckae Tags: MCD, angst but kind of good ending Genre: canon-based Summary: Kaeya dies and Diluc doesn’t want to live without him. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Luckae Tags: jealousy, teasing Genre: canon-based / Prince of Khaenri’ah Kaeya theory Summary: Dainsleif enjoys making Diluc jealous and Kaeya finds it funny. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Luckae Tags: horny, food play, vomit mention Genre: royalty AU Summary: Prince Diluc is a gentleman in the streets and filthy in the sheets, but only his best friend and guard Kaeya knows. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Luckae Tags: fluff, underage Genre: canon-based Summary: Luckae’s first kiss. Read it: HERE. Fanart: x

Ship: Luckae or Kaeluc Tags: fluff Genre: canon-based Summary: Diluc is Kaeya’s weakness. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Luckae or Switch Tags: angst, body dysmorphia (scars) Genre: canon-based Summary: Diluc can’t see himself as something desirable anymore. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Luckae, implied Chaeya Tags: jealousy Genre: canon-based Summary: Childe visits Mond and Diluc is jealous. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Luckae Tags: dubcon (alcohol), teasing Genre: canon-based Summary: Diluc is “punishing” Kaeya for drinking so much. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Luckae Tags: yandere!Diluc, dubcon, noncon biting Genre: dark fantasy AU Summary: Hunter!Kaeya is careless and gets captured by vampire Lord Diluc, who decides he’d make a pretty little bloodslut. Read it: HERE and HERE.

Ship: Luckae Tags: angst, unrequited love, unhappy Genre: canon-based Summary: Diluc is getting married, Kaeya can’t bring himself to celebrate. Read it: HERE.

Ship: / Tags: angst Genre: canon-based, Prince of Khaenri’ah Kaeya theory Summary: Where is home? Read it: HERE.

Ship: Luckae Tags: fae!Kaeya, human!Diluc Genre: fantasy AU Summary: Diluc, a knight, is captured by the faeries of the wood realm where he meets the beautiful fae prince Kaeya, who treats him like a lost lover. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Luckae Tags: A/B/O, alpha!Diluc, omega!Kaeya Genre: canon-based A/B/O Summary: Tiny headcanon :3 Read it: HERE.

Ship: Kaeluc or Luckae Tags: mild angst (about Crepus’ death) Genre: canon-based Summary: Kaeya and Diluc meet at their father’s grave. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Luckae or Kaeluc Tags: underage (16), time travel, implied MCD Genre: canon-based time travel Summary: Diluc loses the one thing he cannot lose in the fight against the Abyss and finds a way to defeat time itself to bring Kaeya back. Read it: HERE. (unfinished?)

C H A E Y A / C H I L U C:

Ship: Chiluc Tags: incest Genre: canon-based AU in which Chiluc are half brothers Summary: Childe brings Diluc home to his family and for some reason his mother has a big issue with them being in love. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Chiluc Tags: fluff Genre: canon-based Summary: Childe reminds Diluc what it feels like to have a home. Also Diluc is shy when he’s sober. Read it: HERE and HERE.

Ship: Chiluc, Kaeluc Tags: incest (half brothers) Genre: modern Summary: Diluc is dating Childe and one night during sex accidentally calls him “Kaeya”. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Chaeya Tags: fluff Genre: canon-based Summary: Just cute Chaeya thoughts. Read it: HERE and HERE.

O T H E R S:

Ship: Jeankae Tags: A/B/O, alpha!Jean, omega!Kaeya, pussy!Kaeya, adultery, implied Luckae Genre: canon-based A/B/O Summary: Diluc is gone, Kaeya is lonely and Jean is too protective of Kaeya for her own good. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Luckae, implied Jeankae OPTION Tags: A/B/O, alpha!Jean, alpha!Diluc, omega!Kaeya Genre: canon-based A/B/O Summary: After a certain age it’s dangerous for omega Kaeya to be unmated and without the protecting and scenting of a family member, so Jean takes over that role for him. However when Diluc returns she has a hard time letting go of Kaeya so easily. Read it: HERE.

Ship: Waeya/Kaegner (Wagner x Kaeya) Tags: fluff Genre: canon-based Summary: Wagner makes a special birthday present for Kaeya. Read it: HERE.

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