#ceran and his faerie

[hurtthemgently]

🫁 for kimmi

Masterlist

Ooh!!! I’ve been thinking of this one for a while now actually.

From this prompt list

Cw: breath whump, restrictive clothing, corset, creepy/intimate whumper, non con touch, non con kiss, very intimate kiss

Kimmi squeaked as the strings pulled tighter. Their head spun from being knocked into the wall.

The cruel stiff plastic squeezed their chest, clearly more intended at tightening around their lungs than their waist. At least they had their wings glamoured away.

Tears ran from their eyes as they struggled to breathe. They pushed out as much air as they could, painfully squeezing their chest, to try and draw another breath. Immediately the corset was pulled tighter.

He kissed the shell of their ear, and the only thing they could do was shake their head. They couldn’t gasp at the sensation. They couldn’t yell at him to stop.

They struggled as they tried to breathe, barely able to move their chest. Blearily, they felt their chin being lifted. Their hair being grabbed. They lifted their arms to push away but their wrists were caught easily. He lifted them, and they stumbled, unable to keep their footing.

His arms wrapped around them, and he squeezed them into a tight hold. They opened their mouth, trying to breathe in, desperate.

They fought weakly when he pulled them into a kiss. Trying to pull in air, they turned to try and break his hold, but he held them in place. His breath was warm as he forced their mouth open wider. The moment they felt his tongue they bit down hard as they could. Not nearly hard enough to hurt him. He breathed a sigh at the sensation, pressing into the kiss even more. They struggled weakly as he felt around the inside of their mouth.

He broke the kiss, and they sunk to their knees, too weak to stand. Their vision was dark. They vaguely registered him circling around them.

When the corset loosened, they gasped, head spinning.

“It’s not as fun when you’re not conscious.” He lifted their chin, to see where he leaned over them from behind. They opened and closed their mouth uselessly. He gingerly wiped a tear from their cheek.

The small rushes of air somehow made their lungs burn even worse. A wave of crackling darkness cascaded through their vision. It hurt. It burned.

“Chin up, love. I want to see your beautiful eyes.” He admired their dazed expression, tears blurring bright green-blue eyes. They recovered enough fight to feebly pull away, but he caught them easily.

He sat on the floor next to them, lifting them into his lap. They barely sobbed as he squeezed their chest one more time. Choking in small gasps, they leaned their forehead against his shoulder. Tears soaked into his shirt as he pulled them closer.

Taglist: @suspicious-whumping-egg @whumpsday @whumpycries @pigeonwhumps @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @sola-whumping @greenwhump

[whumpy-wyrms]

do you have any whump series recommendations?

oh yeah i have a lot!! thanks for asking :D

spiderwebs by @toyybox one of my favorite whump series right now! it’s super amazing but criminally underrated, if u like the last lab rat you’d probably like this too!!

at my beck and call by @whumpshaped the silly vampires :3 amazing story with amazing characters!!

kane and jim by @whumpsday one of my favorite whump series!

basement whumper by @jordanstrophe this was actually the first whump series i ever read on tumblr and is still one my my favorites :)

behave also by @jordanstrophe

guns for hire by @avvail-whumps

collectors bounty by @suspicious-whumping-egg

the scoop of a lifetime by @whump-me-all-night-long

whumping the whumpers and phobia whumper by @painsandconfusion

shattered by @oddsconvert

ceran and his faerie by @hurtthemgently

cat and mouse by @t0rture-me

a new beginning and saved by a killer by @a-crumb-of-whump

hamster interactive story by @whumpinthepot

pick your poison by @blackberry-bloody

signal by @whump-a-la-mode

i know there’s sooo much more that i’m forgetting but these are some of my favs!! anyone can feel free to recommend other whump series you like too! :D

[suspicious-whumping-egg]

@brutal-nemesis Is slowly turning an OC into a monster (more specifically a demon) in Erebus and Terror! It’s very fun. @deluxewhump and @whump-cravings both have some wonderful vampire whump as well!! @hurtthemgently has fae whumpee and vampire whumper in Ceran and his Faerie series!

monster whumpees!! any type of inhuman whumpee :D

i love those little critters with all my heart and it saddens me to see so little of it

throws you over to @meowsikbox and forces you to read bloodridden if you havent, wyatt is nonhuman whumpee goals

also @hidden-dreamland is also a big fan of this genre and draws a few blorbos. super cool, would probably ramble to you about them.

@milk-carton-whump has some great nonhuman whumpees that have been on my reading list for a while now. seen some fantastic art of them floating around

@albino-whumpee has a lot of cool magic systems and plays with some really cool varieties of nonhumans in their posts or drawings if i recall correctly

I'm sure theres a bunch more, but that's who I got off the top of my head - have fun reading!!

[whumpsday]

Happy almost-Halloween! Have some vampire & other monster whump!

with halloween only 2 weeks away, i figured i’d recommend some monstrous whump series to get people in the mood! mostly vampires, but also some werewolves and demons. check these out! (* = contains 18+ content)

Vampires:

A New Beginning by @a-crumb-of-whump

Bad Blood by @whumpycries

Cat and Mouse by @t0rture-me

Ceran and his faerie by @hurtthemgently

Fang Factory (Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) by @loor-101 and @thoughtsonhurtandcomfort

Fearless by @quietly-by-myself

Fun Swamp Vacation and The Purring Vampire Story by @thecyrulik

Goldie + Pollen + Hyde by @whump-only

Kane & Jim by meeee :)

Magnanimous Moonrise & Savage Sunset by @not-a-space-alien *

Marius & Oskar by @spiralofwhump

Of Vampires and Men by @whumpy-writings *

Presents by @cupcakes-and-pain

Pup’s Story by @lost-in-labradorite-halls

Salem & Drew (vampire whump) by @whump-me-all-night-long

Self-Sharpened Fangs by @redwhump

Shattered by @oddsconvert

The Heart and the Hunger by @wolfeyedwitch *

Vampire Carlo and Bloodbag Carlo by @deluxewhump

Vampire Col by @whumpzone

Werewolves:

Kas/Alec by @whumpwritings *

The Dark Side of the Sun by @quietly-by-myself

The Monster of Lindborough by @secretwhumplair

Demons:

Daero by @thoughtsonhurtandcomfort

Deal with the Devil by @whumpshaped *

Demon’s Haven by @whumpwillow

Tenebrae Tenebrarum by @blood-is-compulsory *

Multiple:

Emil’s story (and others) by @obsessedwithegos 

Through Blood and Flame by @gottawhump

feel free to comment adding your own series!

[hurtthemgently]

Ceran and his faerie

Pt 9: lies, truths, and in between.

Masterlist

Cw: non con touching and kissing, creepy comfort, blood, biting, vampire whumper, creepy/intimate whumper,

//forced to hide injuries, forced to deceive caretaker, emotional whump

Kimmi awoke to strong arms around them. One under their head, one around their waist. Without thinking, they pressed a kiss to the portion of arm next to their head. They were pressed snugly to whoever was in the bed with them. Fighting hard not to think about who it was, they tried to settle back into sleep. They’d had their wings glamoured, so the steady breath pressing into their back only served to make them even comfier.

He stirred slightly and pulled them closer, hand pressed under their ribcage, elbow wrapping around them. He nuzzled into the back of their neck, sending shivers down their spine. Not entirely unpleasant shivers.

They swallowed and tried to keep control of their breathing. Keeping a handle of their pulse had been out of the question for a while now.

He shifted, taking a breath and leaning to press into them even more. “Good morning love.”

His voice was soft and tired. Unlike the voice he used when he was thinking of something torturous, which was soft and cruel. They relaxed a bit. “Wasn’t your sister supposed to arrive today?”

“Yeah… she’ll be here..” he reached out with magic to check the time on his phone, not wanting to physically move. “In about an hour.”

“Is there anything you.. need to get done?” They hoped that he’d leave. Or let them leave.

“Nope.” He shifted, pulling his arm from under them, and leaned up to press kisses the side of their neck. Kimmi grit their teeth, barely containing a sigh. They gasped when teeth sunk into their neck.

He was practiced at feeding, and kept it as painless as he could- but he couldn’t help twisting his tongue, feeling as their heart quickened at the touch.

They gasped quietly, realizing they had been holding their breath. He pulled away, and pressed a finger over the wound. The pressure hurt more than the actual bite, and they yelped.

“Hey, hold still, I’m just gonna stop the bleeding.” He kissed them, making them taste their own blood, before wiping a tear from their cheek.

“I could do with a morning snack more often, maybe I should keep you in here permanently.” He reached and grabbed a paper napkin from the nightstand, replacing his finger with it.

He let them hold the napkin in place while he got a bandage.

——

After placing the bandage on their neck, Ceran had gone, giving no explanation as to that he was doing. This left Kimmi to themself. They leaned against the wall, trying to get ahold of their glamour.

It could hide their expressions, but they’d have to be careful with their words and movements. Deception was a difficult process, one they’d learned from years in the world of the fae.

But this.. hiding something they didn’t actually want to hide… they weren’t sure. Taking a deep breath, they sang the proses that wove their glamour, holding it in place. The more they reapplied the glamour the stronger and more complex they could make it.

The sound of an engine approached the house. Separating the blinds of the window, they saw a figure on a motorcycle coming up the driveway.

They’d have to be careful.

——

“Been a long time.” Mentari pushed her motorcycle into the garage, wincing at the scratches and dings it had accumulated off road.

“Five years isn’t that much. We’re both almost a century old.” He brushed a hand against the paint, a scratch sizzling away with magic.

“It’s a lot when our little brother is 15. You should call mom.” She almost said something more, but decided against it. Moving on, she continued speaking. “So what’s this about you dating someone new? I thought you gave up on ever loving someone again.”

Ceran snorted. “Ha-ha. I met them only a couple weeks ago.”

“And you’re already living together?”

“They needed a place to stay. I had them in- I lent them the guest room for a bit, but they wanted to sleep in my room. And of course I’m not gonna refuse that.”

“Sure.” She narrowed her eyes. “I smell.. fae? Not another unseelie I hope.” The teasing smile was quick to return.

“Nooo, I’ve learned my lesson. Kimmi is from the spring court.”

“I hear footsteps.” She turned her head to listen into the house. “I would really like to meet this ‘Kimmi.’ They sound.. interesting.”

——

Kimmi had changed into the warmest clothes they could find, taking full advantage of the deal they’d made. They descended the stairs as quiet as possible, even though the the two vampires could probably hear them anyway.

They paused, seeing the two of them in the kitchen, Ceran leaning against a counter, his sister sitting on the counter opposite.

They could not have been more different. Ceran wore flannels, button downs, sweaters. They’d seen him fake glasses even.

She had a leather jacket, spikes on the shoulders, her steel toed boots rested on the back of a chair.

“So you’re this mysterious faerie I’ve been hearing about. Nice to meet you, I’m Mentari.” She jumped down and stepped over, holding out her hand.

“Oh umm, hi.. im usually called Kimmi.” They shook her hand, careful to keep their fae magic out of the conversation. “Nice to meet you too.”

“So, hey would you mind picking up that part you need for my cycle?” She directed the question at Ceran, changing the conversation. “That way the two of us can have time time to get acquainted.”

“Oh sure yeah.” He looked at her for a second before shrugging and turning to leave, unconcerned since the deal would make it impossible for Kimmi to tell her anything.

As soon as he left, Mentari sat back on the counter, elbow resting in her knee, head in her hand.

“I hope my brother hasn’t been too much trouble.” She smiled, knowing the expression could be heard in her voice.

“Oh umm.. he hasn’t really caused any problems.” Lots of pain and fear and anxiety. But not problems.

“Good. If he bothers you tell me, I’ll break a plate over his head.” She laughed, listening for the garage door to close.

“So what’s actually going on.” She turned serious the moment Ceran was out of earshot. Don’t try and diflect, I can tell that’s what you’re doing.

“I’m not sure what exactly you’re talking about.” They turned away to hide how their jaw tensed involved.

“Are you sure about that? Because the moment I asked that question your heartbeat skyrocketed.” She sounded concerned.

“I- I don’t know how you want me to respond.” A safe answer. One that didn’t violate the deal. Since she already knew… they tried to shape the words. ‘He kidnapped me.’ The sound never came. ‘He’s keeping me as a blood bag.’

“I was afraid this would happen.” She sighed, laying on the countertop. “He’s always been inclined to keep favourites. And if the way he’s treating you is in any way similar to back then, then you’re probably not okay right now.”

“I… he promised he wouldn’t hurt me.” Like a script. The words came automatically. Prepared.

“For how long?” She looked surprised.

“For… until.. until you leave.” They could feel the magic, as it swirled through their words. It wouldn’t stop them from saying anything that she didn’t already know.

She sighed and put her head in her hand. “I had really hoped this wouldn’t happen. Look, I don’t know how much I can actually do to help. I’m sorry.. please don’t get your hopes up.”

“B- but you’re his older sister… isn’t he supposed to do what you say?” Isn’t that how siblings work?

“No? I honestly can’t make him do anything. He’ll respect my word until a point.. but I don’t know where that point is. I’ll do my best to talk to him. I want to help I really do..”

Kimmi nodded, heart sinking. “I- I understand.” They bit back tears.

“I’m sorry..” she looked distressed.

“It’s-” they turned away. “It’s… I understand..” they couldn’t say it was okay. It wasn’t okay. They left the room and went upstairs.

From her spot on the counter, Mentari lowered her head, not wanting to hear their breathless attempts to hold back sobs.

——

Taglist: @suspicious-whumping-egg @whumpsday @whumpycries @pigeonwhumps @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @sola-whumping @greenwhump

[hurtthemgently]

Is Ceran actually attracted to Kimmi and his behavior is some sick way to show affection? or is he simply having fun and it's not really matter for him, who to torture?

Short answer? The second one. He has a taste for people who cry pretty and get jumpy.

Long answer-

Cw for toxic relationships, power imbalances, character with toxic obsessive traits

He’s obsessed with relationships where one of the participants is 100% dependent and under the control of the other. It doesn’t matter to him wether he’s in control or the one being controlled.

I’ve referenced before, his previous boyfriend was a siren, and said siren was the reason he moved to Canada. The relationship ended when Ceran got super into being under the influence of the sirens song. He realized that this was too toxic and ended things. Ceran thinks he got dumped for no reason

So now he’s keeping Kimmi as a blood bag, and they’re very cute and fun to torment, and he hasn’t been in any relationship that lasted longer than a week for five years.

Yes he knows his affection unappreciated, and he likes to use said affection as a torment. But he’s also genuinely touch starved and desperate for comfort.

[hurtthemgently]

16. Dark secrets/’skeletons in the closet’

For Ceran, Kimmi, and Cato!!

Cato- he had an emo phase. It’s long since developed into casually listening to alt rock and only wearing eyeliner cos he likes how it looks, but he used to post a ton of nihilistic and dark cringe stuff on the internet, and he definitely did not know where to stop with the eyeliner

Kimmi- accidentally said ‘love you’ to a waitress once when ordering

Ceran- oh that’s just Fred. We’re gonna close the closet door now

[hurtthemgently]

Wing whump

Masterlist

Cw: wing whump, creepy/intimate whumper, non con kissing and touching, threat of non con body modification.

Kimmi lay on the couch with their wings splayed. They had put some mid 2010’s sci-fi crime show on that tv, and were trying to distract from the fact that they’d likely never leave the house ever again.

They heard Ceran walk into the room and go behind the couch. Hoping he wasn’t in a mood to torment them, they only glanced up before returning to the show.

They jumped when fingers pinched the tip of their wing. They fluttered out of the hold, startled. “Please don’t..” they barely whispered, already shaking.

“Don’t what? You’re gonna have to speak up love.”

“Please don’t touch my wings.” He had all their attention at this point, and they reached for the remote to pause.

They flinched when he lifted their chin. “Why not?”

“Just- please.” They squirmed to get away, but he caught their arms, pulling them closer.

“That’s not a reason.” He relished their growing panic, listening to their heartbeat rise. They shivered when he reached around to brush the edge of one of their wings.

“One question I’ve had for a while, why do you have four wings? Every other fae I’ve met has had only two.”

They spoke through a hitched gasp. “Pixies have two wi-ings- ahh” they felt a sharp pain at their back. He dragged a fingernail along their wing, they jumped and pushed to get away, only succeeding in getting themself pinned to the couch.

Their breath turned to shallow, pained gasps, as he poked and prodded at their wing bases. When he pinched part of a wing and tugged, they let out a full cry.

“Please… sstop.” The weight of his knee on their back made it hard to breathe, even without the unpredictable pains.

He didn’t listen. Instead he lifted one wing between his hands, and pressed a kiss to the paper thin edge, eliciting a shudder.

They whimpered when he ran the shape of their wing along his tongue, and screamed when he bit through the thicker film closer to their back.

“Do you need all four to fly?”

“What? Wait no please no!” They fought to get out from under his weight, only stopping when their head was wrenched back by their hair.

“I asked a question.”

“I- I do need them, I can’t fly with-without all four” they sobbed, dizzy from breathing so frantically.

“Shame.” He gripped one of their bottom wings and tugged hard, pulling a terrified cry from them.

“Wouldn’t want to permanently mess up your flying.” With that he got up and left, once again leaving Kimmi a sobbing wreck.

——

Taglist: @whumpsday @whumpycries

[hurtthemgently]

Small victories

Masterlist

Cw: loss of autonomy, creepy/intimate whumper, whumpee forced to deceive caretaker in future, faerie deal, implied cold whump, whumper controlling what whumpee wears, non con kissing and touching, non con drugging, fear, emotional whump

——

Kimmi awoke to their shoulders being shaken.

“Hey wake up! Something came up that I need to talk to you about.” He sat on the bed, leaning over them.

They pulled the covers away, and gave him a tired glare, through bleary eyes.

“This is urgent. My sister is coming to stay here for a couple weeks. She’ll be here in the morning.”

Their tired anger turned to tired surprise. They’d heard about Mentari, the golden child with beautiful yellow magic. The oldest sibling, the protector.

“What’s this have to do with me?”

“I’m moving you out of the guest room. That, and, I want to make sure of something. Pack up your stuff and go put it in my room, I’ll clean in here.” He pulled the blankets off them and shoved them in a basket.

They shivered, the shorts and blouse not nearly enough to protect from the freezing air inside the house. Just another way of tormenting them. Keeping the house freezing while making them wear minimal clothing. They quickly shifted off the bed, and went to pack up everything.

Ceran put all the blankets and pillow covers in a basket before spraying the room with something they couldn’t smell. He kept cleaning even after they had taken all their stuff out, scrubbing the floor and taking an especially long time working on the drains and mattress.

Anywhere that might collect someone’s scent.

——

Kimmi took their bags to the other room. Ceran’s room. They were grateful that he had gone and picked a bunch of their stuff up from their dormitory, although they disliked the thought of him going through their things. At least they still had their own clothes, even if they could only wear the stuff he got for them.

They stopped in the doorway. They’d read too much fanfiction to not realize the implications.. but him? Their shoulders ticked thinking about being next to him while so vulnerable. Then and there they made up their mind to never read a ‘there was only one bed’ fanfic ever again.

Maybe they could convince him to let them sleep in that big cushy chair in the corner.

——

“Okay, now for the conversation we need to have. You can’t tell Mentari anything about what’s going on.” Ceran pinched the bridge of his nose, sitting on the bed.

“Why not? Isn’t she a vampire too?” They sat in the chair, trying to figure out what he was implying, while faced away from them.

“She has.. ‘different ideas’ on stuff like keeping blood bags… she gets it from our father. Now, I’m going to give you a command not to tell her, but I also want to make sure you agree no to, I don’t want you finding a way around the command.”

“Different ideas?” Maybe she would help them! They couldn’t imagine anyone related to this guy being a good person- but from the way he talked about her…

“She’s a protector… she used to like, put fallen baby birds back into their nests and rescue cats from trees.. regular low grade superhero stuff.”

“Superhero? That’s just.. regular nice person things?”

“She had a costume. And a moniker.” He smiled a bit at the memory, though Kimmi couldn’t see that.

“Oh. So you want me to agree not to say anything?”

He turned around. “I want you to use your vow ability, and promise not to do anything to allow her to find out. I’m willing to make some concessions for this.

“I want you to be willing to follow the order so go ahead. What would it take for you to behave?”

“I- I want you to.. vow not to hurt me the entire time she’s here. I- it’d be more convincing, if I could tell her you promised not to hurt me.”

“Nice argument. Okay, I’ll accept that. Outside of feeding of course. I’ll even promise to make my bite as painless as possible. Anything else?” He could always wait until after she left to dole out any punishment they incurred.

Emboldened, they went on. “I want to wear my own clothes. It’s freezing in this place and the shorts and shirts with wide necklines aren’t helping. At least while she’s here.”

“Fair enough. So these conditions, and you won’t try and find a way to circumvent my commands?”

“I- yeah..” they would always try to get around commands. A simple yes answer was vague enough that it didn’t change that. But also, any leniency was worth it.

They continued, “if you want we can put the deal in writing.. gives both a solid idea of what both of us are agreeing to.” And gives them a reference for how to get around the promise and the commands.

He got them a blank sheet of paper and a pen, and they set upon the task of lining out a faerie deal.

——

Kimmi sat curled up in the chair, trying to go back to sleep. They brushed their fingers over their wrist, hating how foreign it felt to not have the cuffs in place. They shouldn’t be used to being in restraints.

They pulled the blanket tighter when footsteps approached. He was finished with cleaning the house. Maybe they could pretend to already be asleep. The door opened quietly.

“Maybe you’d have an easier time sleeping if you laid on the bed. I don’t think that chair is a great place to sleep.”

Well that failed. “I’m alright over here.”

“What, don’t want to sleep next me?” He leaned against the arm of the chair, pressing his back to their own.

He felt their shoulders jerk, a reaction he’d come to realize was a sort of muscle spasm, something they couldn’t control. They’d said it was often caused by stress. Specifically they’d said physiological stress, like the cold or extreme emotions. He didn’t mind it at all. It was just another way for them to show how his torments got to them.

They tensed, trying to shrink into themself. “I think it would be easier for me to sleep in the chair.”

“Well I think you should sleep on the bed.” He carded fingers through their hair, enjoying how their breath quickened.

He couldn’t hurt them. The worst thing he could do right now is command them, so why were they so scared? They suppressed a sob, thinking of the possibility that vampires were immune to the effects of faerie deals.

Out of nowhere, a weight settled on their lap. He traced a feather light touch at their jawline, now sitting in front of them. Closing their eyes, they turned their head away, tucking their face into the cushion.

“What makes you think you can get away with contradicting me? Is it that deal? Do you think you’re safe just because I can’t hurt you?”

The fact that it worked on him should have been a relief. But they had an awful feeling that he had something worse in mind than just hurting them. The tears were already falling when he tilted their head into a kiss. The venom washed through them, the bitter raspberry taste making them feel sick and useless.

He picked them up and carried them to the bed. They were weeping quietly as he pulled the blankets over their shoulders, making sure to wreath every movement in gentleness. He pressed a kiss to their forehead.

“Okay. I’ll play along, for now.” He switched to the most genuine sounding comforting voice he could manage. “Don’t worry, you’ll be perfectly safe for as long as the deal is in effect. I can’t do anything at all to make you upset, uncomfortable, or afraid.”

He ruffled their hair one more time before he got up and left the room. He heard their quiet sobs even from downstairs.

——

Taglist: @suspicious-whumping-egg @whumpsday @whumpycries @pigeonwhumps @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @sola-whumping @greenwhump

[hurtthemgently]

Ceran and his faerie masterlist

Ceran, a vampire whumper, stumbled across and captured a very cute faerie who he intends to use as a bloodbag. The story takes place in a small coastal town in British Columbia, Canada.

Ceran’s name, full worldbuilding post list of vampire traits

Character bios: Kimmi Ceran

Part 1 /////

Part 2 /////

Part 3 /////

Part 4 /////

Part 5 /////

Part 6 /////

Part 7 /////

Part 8

Mentari’s introduction

Small victories

Truths, lies, and in between

Extras:

Wing whump + Self care scene

In hot water

Using magic corset

Good dream, bad day

[hurtthemgently]

Ceran and his faerie- good dream, bad day.

Cw: fluff(?), consensual kiss, captivity, despair, creepy whumper, emotional whump

Masterlist

Kimmi rushed through the crowded hall. They were gonna be late for medical terminology. Clutching a pile of books and papers, they abruptly collided with someone.

“Oh, so sorry about that!” It was the guy who sat in front of them in chemistry. The one with the distracting hair and strong shoulders. Standing over them, holding out a hand. What was his name? Charlie? Chadwick? Chase? Doesn’t matter.

After the incident with the marbles, they’d started wearing glamour that hid their blushing as well as their green skin. In this moment, they were very glad for it.

“Hey I know you- we have chem together! Kimmi right? I heard you got full marks on that nuclear chemistry test”

he lifted them easily when they took his hand, and they both bent down to pick up papers.

“Hey y’know I’m kinda not doing so hot in the nuclear stuff, maybe..” he backed them into the wall, leaning over them, “maybe you could teach me a thing or two.”

“Or I could teach you something right now.” They leaned in, closing the space between them and Charles.

He tilted their chin with a strong grip, and brought them into a kiss. Chris was much more rough with them than what’s-his-face. They definitely preferred his honest roughness to the vampires faux gentleness.

They felt like the kiss could last forever.

The feeling of a pillow squished under the side of their face told them otherwise.

——

Walking to the front door, Ceran could hear Kimmi crying through the upstairs window. He made sure to let his footsteps be heard on the way up the stairs, and their sobbing quieted. A soft knock on the door.

“You okay in there?”

Silence, besides their breathing and heartbeat. 

“Kimmi? Or is it Gene. C’mon, what’s wrong?”

Shuffling, like covers being pulled. A barely subdued cry.

“Are you trying to pretend you can’t hear me? Or do you just not feel like talking.”

He sighed when no response came.

“I’m coming in.”

He swung the door quietly, spotting a vaguely person shaped lump on the bed. Kimmi had pulled the covers over their head. They suppressed another sob when they felt Ceran’s weight shift the mattress. 

“Are you going to take all day? I have things I need to get to, and I don’t want to worry about you being fed.” Now they were just being stubborn.

“please go-o away.” Their voice cracked, muffled by the blankets. They shook, barely containing hitched sobs. 

“If you insist. I’ll leave you here to wallow in... whatever’s going on with you. If you want lunch, make sure to let me know. Or just take anything out of the fridge, I don’t actually care now that I think of it. If you don’t want me to cook then less work for me.” Ceran got up and left, leaving the door ajar. 

It’s not like they could leave, they’d been given a command not to leave without explicit permission. They could run, fly, or even get a shovel and dig, the moment they got to the property line, it would be like running into a brick wall. 

From the living room, Ceran could hear when the faerie resumed crying, seeming to believe he was out of earshot. 

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Mentari

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Not really whump, just Mentari being a badass

Cw: counter intelligence shenanigans, plans gone wrong, gun mention, manipulation, use of vampiric compulsion, language

Mentari waited as the camera panned away before bolting and taking a running leap to the low roof. A human could not have made that jump.

She padded across the rooftop, using the walk she knew made no noise. Of course she could hear her steps, but no human would be able to. Deftly, she swung down to perch on a windowsill, the single centimeter enough for her to balance on. She opened the window and dropped inside the room.

The computer. That’s what she needed. She booted up the monitor, noting that the cpu was left on already. Listening carefully for any movement in the compound, she plugged in the drive her brother had given her.

In just a few seconds, all the information she needed was safely on her drive, without her having to actually do any computer stuff. She took a moment to appreciate her brothers talents.

She was all set to take off, already creeping through the exit she planned, when lights went on. Well shit. In the dark she wasn’t visible to the human eye, but motion detectors had no such drawbacks. Foot steps, someone clearly trained at running and breathing efficiently.

“Freeze!”

The click of a gun. The sound of a calm heartbeat. Americans.

“Turn around slowly.”

Dammit. She needed to get closer to the guard. Just in case she flicked her wrist to melt the bullets. They wouldn’t kill her but they still hurt.

“Okay, okay. I’m turning around.” She put her hands up. More simple to let the guard think she was giving up. She made sure her voice sounded scared.

“Are you aware that this is private property?”

“Uhh, no, I was just out.. I- we- my girlfriend and I..” crying on command was quite possibly her most useful ability. Works almost as well as compulsion. “We got into a- a fight, and I ran off. And now I’m looosstt” a bit to theatric maybe but the guard lowered his gun.

“You’re far away from the campground. Are you sure you went all that way in the dark?” He seemed concerned now. Just as she intended.

“I don’t know, I- I just went in a direction. Then I got lost. When I saw the clearing and building I thought I could ask for directions.. Am I in trouble?” She put a sob into her voice, maybe she could get out of this quietly.

“Do you have an ID?”

Perfect opening.

“Yeah, it’s right..” she reached into her bag and took out a gift card. “It’s right here.”

She stepped closer to hand the card over. The moment he was within range she locked eyes with the guard. His expression went blank, and his shoulders relaxed.

“Forget you saw me. The lights were from a false alarm, a deer. They have deer here right?”

He nodded. “Just a deer.”

She sighed, stretching her arms to try and relax. And saw a camera on the corner of the building. Pointed right at her.

Well this night was going perfect.

As she walked off, she heard alarms blare. Uuuggh. She rolled her eyes and picked up the pace. She heard ocean not too far off. If she could get to the beach she could hide underwater maybe? No wait- the water here is cold. Up a tree? That might be too obvious.

Doesn’t matter. She could outrun guards and.. was that barking. She could outrun dogs too. The problem is that she’d been caught on camera, which means she might get recognized if she tries to stop anywhere with more humans.

There was plan C. She pulled out her phone to look at some maps. Double uuggh. His house wasn’t actually too far, she could get to a safe spot and rest for a few hours, then easily cross the border and stay with him for a while.

She dialed his number- aaannd voicemail.

“Hey idiot pick up your phone. I need somewhere to lay low until I can tell wether I’m in bigger trouble than I think, or if it’s nothing. I’ll probably be at your house in six hours. I’ll be taking my cycle off-road so be ready for some repairs.”

She clicked send, and continued running, the sounds of commotion receding behind her

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Call me river

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My tropes list, also short summary of faves:

Drug whump (especially paralytics) Defiant whumpees Breath whump/asphyxiation Gilded cages Intimate whumpers Failed escapes Whumpees being chased

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Spoilers for latest chapter of Ceran and his faerie, but most me meandering

To clarify the chapter is already out

I’m so excited to come up with ways for Ceran to torture Kimmi now that he: A) doesn’t want to let Mentari know what’s going on, and B) can’t physically hurt kimmi bcos of the deal

I mean sure it’s just two weeks, but a lot can happen in two weeks

I also just love Kimmi so much!! They’re so cute. They know they’re cute too, and they use it to their advantage.

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1 (drug them) and 10 (use electricity) for kimmi and ceran?

From this ask game

Cw: non con drugging, electrocution, blood, creepy/intimate whumper, pulse whump, unconsciousness

Their head lulled to the side. They were barely conscious, despite how fast their heart was beating. Ceran tilted their head to see their eyelashes flutter, partially obscuring dilated pupils. Their breaths came quick and shallow.

He lifted their arm and bit into their wrist. They barely flinched, opening their eyes, still unable to focus on anything.

The amphetamines gave their blood an almost salty taste, adding to the fear and alarm. Most of the blood he drank came from random humans he took home for a night, and their blood tasted more of want than fear.

He hadn’t been able to enjoy this taste since before he moved.

Their heartbeat was erratic, speeding up from the drug and the blood loss, but slowing with exhaustion. And the pressure was really low.

That last one could be fixed. He sent a jolt of electricity through their chest, careful to direct it around their heart. They let out a scream, suddenly awake and thrashing. That made the blood flow.

They gasped and looked up with unfocused but pleading eyes. Tears fell, and they let out hitched sobs. He sent a few more arcs, pulling more screams, until their head fell forward.

Their heartbeat weakened, so he patched up the wounds on their wrists, along with several along their shoulders and up their side.

More shocks did nothing to wake them. He held them around the shoulders, and let their head lean against his chest. He probably wouldn’t be able to bring them back to consciousness for a while.

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Y’all are not ready for Ceran’s sister