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[whumpsday]

K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #3

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content: vampire whumpee, torture, gore, burns, captivity, begging, death wish

@whumptober Day 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.” / Solitary Confinement / “Make it stop.”

takes place during section four of chapter 15, Hunger, when the hunters leave Kane outside for a week.

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The sun finally, finally set. Kane was used to having little idea of how much time was passing, but he was excruciatingly aware of it now. Day two of his punishment done.

See you in a week.

Five more to go.

For now, he had the night. It didn’t help much, not anywhere close to enough time for his broken body to heal the deep burns traversing his whole body, but at least he wasn’t actively burning under the sun anymore. The silver of his restraints barely registered against the giant mass of charred flesh his body had become.

His face melted together, his eyelids and lips each sealed shut. He could not stare wistfully at the night sky offering him a moment of refuge, nor could he cry out for mercy. There was no one he could call out to, anyway.

He’d never hurt more than he hurt right now. They’d never left him out for two days before. Kane had no idea how he was going to survive a whole week. He wished he wouldn’t. He wished he would die, could die.

But he couldn’t. He had to keep going, taking all the pain the hunters decided to hoist onto him, no other option available.

The night felt as short as the day felt long. Kane needed more time than it gave him, but despite his desperation, the sun rose come morning. He tried to scream as it licked his mangled skin once more, the sound caught in his sealed-shut mouth.

Make it stop! Please, please, I’m sorry! I’ll do anything, please let me back inside!

No one came.

[a-crumb-of-whump]

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[paingoes]

What are some of your favorite whump series on here? I devoured your story and am looking for more!

*bites you*

um

lux’s series by @friendlylocalwhumper was one of the first whump stories i ever read so shout out to that.

i think the second whump or really hurt/comfort fic i remember enjoying a lot was @foundfamilywhump ‘s stuff on ao3. particularly the adventure zone fics they have a special place in my heart

ive reread kane & jim by @whumpsday more times than i can count its my go-to comfort read. vampire whump!

literally anything by @deluxewhump but esp anything w zee and cam <3. emphasis on this one i love bee’s prose sm.

@just-horrible-things for more pet whump/BBU !!! im still reading through a girl called spider now but it’s probably my favorite as far as lady whump goes ❤️‍🩹

@whump-queen for intimate whumpers and hurt/no comfort 😈 akia has such a beautiful mind (weve been scheming)

@forwhump is my favorite for living weapon whump and is actually the only other living weapon whump ive really enjoyed tbqh. i guess im more in it for wren tho haha 🐥 this one is so underrated too i think it deserves way more attention. highly highly recommend.

and @doumidas-whumps if u want whump art >:)

a lot of these are more like blog/vibe recommendations than they are specific stories…sorry if this is too general lol. if anyone else wants to add on w other suggestions feel free

also!!! these vary in levity and age appropriateness!! i just listed them off the dome but yeah be mindful of content warnings and so on cause a lot of these are darker than what i typically write

i just realized i didnt say thank you at the top. thanks for devouring destroyer. if you could eat destroyer i know it would taste really metallic and salty so i hope youre still feeling okay after 🦈

[lumpywhump]

Hidden Scars: Chapter 1 - Kane's

heyyyy! This is like really short but I wanted to get it out soon and like this was a really good place to stop. At the end I'm just gonna have some stuff about Kane to make up for this being short, enjoyyyyy!

Cw: Whump, injuries, mention of restraints, imprisoned. (Let me know if I missed any)

The prisoner cracked open his eyes. He could feel the crust sticking to the corners. He idly stared at the concrete ceiling in front of him before sitting up. The whole room was just gray, cracked concrete. He must have woken up late because breakfast was already left on the floor. "Oatmeal," Kane grimaced, "how tasty." He dragged himself to the bowl. He was no longer chained so the servants were no longer required to put the food within arms reach. He stirred the soggy mess and took a bite. Eating out of need was his only motivation. It was redundant. Scoop, bite, scoop, bite, scoop, bite. Kane looked up at the water damaged corner. Something green was growing on it and made the air musty. Kane just took what he could get. It had been so long since the boy had seen a plant, he had almost forgotten what they looked like. He leaned back against the wall and looked at the door, longing for it to release him. Something was wrong. The door was left cracked open. Kane knew there was no way someone would have left it open on accident. It must be a trap, right? Still, the boy rose on aching legs. It was probably a test. His captor probably wants to know what he would do. And yet, Kane gently pulled the door open. No one was waiting for him in the stone hall. Kane glanced at the cameras on the wall. No doubt someone was watching him. That means the boy had to get out of there quick. He ran up the stairs to the left. He knew he was underground so the only way out is up. Kane passed a landing and froze. On the wall was a fire exit map. That was convenient. The boy followed the colored line with his finger. He had to go up two more flights and there should be a door that leads directly to the outside. His legs were already tired by the time he got to the door. He pressed the door open, praying to any and every god that an alarm wouldn't blare. The only sound was the door creaking. Kane took in the view of the garden. Shrubs and flowers lined the stone pathways. There were stunning statues dotted around. He had been outside before, but always blindfolded. Kane took a step, expecting someone to call after him. When everything remained silent, he took another step, and another, and another until he was at a side door to the gate lining the garden. There wasn't any guards there. He must have caught them in between shifts. He had heard guards out here before. Kane passed through the surprisingly unlocked door and ran. The little prinxe pushed himself as fast as he could go. Wheezing in each breath as fast as he could. He could feel the squeaking in his lungs. He ignored it. He had to focus on his feet. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Le— a blinding white pain scorched through his foot. Before they were able to see what happened, his back hit the grass and he began rolling. He kept rolling and rolling, taking in a mouthful of grass and dirt with every turn. His hip clipped a rock and he finally hit flat ground. Kane opened his eyes, squinted at the high noon sun. A head blocked the light from his eyes. "Hey, are you okay?"

Random stuff about Kane!

he/they

Siblings in age order: Jenni, (this is where Kane is), Mila, Kon, Leam, Chime, Dorre

Kane has had a hidden relationship with Basil for years. He never told his parents bc they wouldn't be cool with it. (Basil's family treats Kane like their own)

fun fact! His mom isn't his bio mom. His siblings aren't related to her either and none of them have the same bio mom (except for Kon and Leam bc they're twins)

here's the next one:

Lmao I can not figure out how to do the thing where you click on the word... so this is what you get

[scattered-winter]

tagged by @soleadita im kissing u on the cheek like a mob boss

top 15 tv shows in no particular order !!

911 on abc (found family. whump. angst. absolute batshit insane shenanigans. jennifer love hewitt and angela bassett. ryan guzman getting blood all over him on multiple occasions. what's not to love)

gen:LOCK (season 1 only) (there is no season 2 in ba sing se) (found family and robots and cool animation and cool music and found family and coolest fucking dichotomy between hero and villain and and and)

rwby (the WORLDBUILDING. the WRITING. the CHARACTERS. the WEAPONS. GENUINELY IT GOES SOOO SO SO CRAZY.)

the bear (im not done with it yet and lack of actual real bears ASIDE. this show is so so beautiful and masterfully done. im literally obsessed)

supernatural (UNFORTUNATELY some of the episodes do kinda go hard.)

daredevil (the CINEMATOGRAPHY the DEPRESSED BLOODIED CATHOLIC BOY the INSANE WOMEN the JOHN PAESANO SOUNDTRACK truly this show is unmatched)

zoo netflix. (is it GOOD? no. but it is very fun and involves found family living on a plane solving mysteries and trying to stop the apocalypse so truly. does it even NEED to be good)

agents of shield (again i havent finished it but ouhghgoughhghh......found family.....whump.....literally this show was GAME CHANGING for me. i would not be the whump enjoyer i am today if it weren't for the scene where daisy gets shot point blank and lovingly lowered to the ground by the man who shot her. truly. also huge fan of the asian american female lead who is a complex multifaceted character. love her.)

dc's legends of tomorrow (THEEE goofysilly funtimes show of the century. queer found family superheroes who live on a time traveling spaceship and try to protect the timestream from anomalies. they are very, very bad at their job. a zombie apocalypse breaks out in the middle of the american civil war. a giant fluffy teddy bear named beebo fistfights an ancient time demon. they have to save college student barack obama from gorilla grodd. a unicorn bites one of the character's nipples off. truly the most show ever. perhaps of all time.)

kingdom (netflix) (kdrama) (GENUINELY the best zombie media i have ever seen in my life. barring train to busan maybe. the costume design is gorgeous and the camerawork is gorgeous and the characters are complex and multifaceted and the zombies are fascinating and the entire thing is a commentary on class and poverty. and it's set in medieval korea so they have to fight zombies with SWORDS)

carmen sandiego (fun characters. u learn lots of cool things about lots of cool places. found family. heists. nonexistent romance subplots so it's a HUGE win for the aros. stupid little french detective who wears a banana suit onscreen. et cetera.)

leverage (LITERALLY THE SHOW OF ALL TIME. anti capitalist. found family. heists. the government is a corrupt system that only serves the people in power. christian kane beating people up. multifaceted characters. autistic character that's actually like. presented respectfully. and realistically. alec hardison. insane people.)

avatar the last airbender/legend of korra (they KINDA WENT OFF WITH BENDING.)

arcane (the animation......the tragic sisters.......the music.....)

green lantern the animated series (the animation kinda sucks unfortuantely. however. HOWEVER. it has my boy of all time. with the character arc of all time. and learning how rage and vengeance are harmful to everyone including yourself. and how grief and rage go hand in hand and the only way to heal from it is hope. and and and and and)

leo already tagged the gc so im gonna tag @frigidboy and anyone else who wants to do it :]

[whumpshaped]

whump ask game #64 for seth? (leave outside In the cold) maybe dark spk,,leaving him until he gets hypothermia….

im gonna say, mill and i have actually discussed this before........ its not Exactly whats in the ask but its close enough that i feel like our brainwaves r connected

update: found the messages and its better than i remembered

64. Leave them outside in the cold

tw environmental whump, captivity, failed escape, broken bones, blood, psychological whump

It took way too long to get out of the cage. There wasn't enough time before sundown, not with his legs all messed up, not with the blood loss, not with the broken bones and aching joints.

Still, he tried. He went out the backdoor, almost bursting into tears when he saw that it was snowing. The ground was covered in it already. If he couldn't make it to safety before the vampires came back, they would only have to follow the trail he left. Easy. Quick.

They just had to get to safety, then. One step after the other. Steady. They were doing well, considering the circumstances. They could do this. The next house over was quite some time away, but it wasn't impossible.

He didn't even think to grab a pair of shoes before he stepped outside, and it was biting him in the ass. His feet were numb, his teeth were chattering, and the bitter exhaustion seeping into his bones eventually forced him to his knees. That was okay. He could crawl. He could crawl to safety, he could alert someone, bring hunters-

Seth stopped when he realised he could barely see anymore.

The sun had set.

It was nighttime.

He tried to go faster, desperately clawing his way towards the light at the end of the tunnel, but it seemed to be moving further and further away from him. He couldn't stop a sob from escaping his lips as he heard movement behind him.

Maybe just squirrels.

A sharp whistle cut through the quiet winter evening, and Seth couldn't do it anymore. He collapsed into the snow, shaking with fear and the unimaginable cold, cold he'd never experienced before.

Please don't. Please, not another night. Not another long, painful winter night. Please.

"Human~" Am's horrifyingly cheerful singsong voice made them cry out in terror, one last adrenaline rush allowing them to drag their broken body behind some bushes. Please. Please. God, please, please don't. "You don't want to make it any worse for yourself, do you?"

Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.

"Quite an ambitious idea, isn't it?" Bellamy's voice was just as loud as Am's, clearly for him to hear. "Outrunning two vampires..."

Memories of his first meeting with Bellamy threatened to rise to the surface, and he clamped a hand over his mouth, muffling his sobs. He couldn't go back. The fucking sadist and the freak who almost killed him with a word were both after him, so close, so fucking close, and he was defenseless and so fucking weak.

"Oh, I have an idea. How about we start a timer now, and for every minute he spends hiding, we tack a day onto his little punishment."

No.

"I reckon that is a fair price for fleeing."

No. Please.

Seth forced themself to their hands and knees again, one last time after what they'd already thought was the very last they could manage. They crawled out from between the bushes, arms shaking under their own weight.

Am and Bellamy stood there, waiting. They didn't have a timer. Not even a phone in hand, or a watch. Seth couldn't bring himself to care that it was just a stupid trick he stupidly fell for.

As if they weren't going to drag him out of there in a minute anyway.

"Please... p-please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for t-trying to run... I'm sorry..." He dragged himself almost all the way over before he stopped, still somewhat of a safe distance from them. He lowered himself the way he'd seen Kane do so many times before. "P-Please f-forgive me, I w-won't run, I w-w-won't misbehave a-anymore, p-please-"

"Oh, you won't run." Am stepped closer, closing the gap between them. He yanked them up by the hair before kicking them in the chest, sending them flying backwards. Seth had barely even landed when he was already standing above them, boot pressed down on one of their ankles. "I'll make sure of that."

If Seth thought he'd known pain before, he'd been wrong. So, very wrong. Nothing could've described the feeling of having both his ankles shattered within the same minute.

Maybe just the seemingly infinite journey back home, with both vampires in tow, making sure he didn't stop for even a moment.

[whumpwillow]

Bite: a Kane and Jim fanfic

this is a fanfic of @whumpsday ‘s Kane & Jim series and based off this ask from @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump because chapter 15 made me sad so I decided to write this. I can’t see Jim doing this so just consider it an AU.

warnings: blood drinking, referenced past torture, starvation, passing out, self-loathing, begging. 

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You see him sitting there on the floor, all huddled up against the wall. He’s got his knees pressed against his chest with his arms around them and the silver cufflinks on his wrists. His head is down, but he looks up when you enter, eyes wide and fearful and brimming with tears. His lower lip quivers.

“Hey, you’re Kane, right?” you ask.

The vampire makes a sort of strangled sound in his throat. He blinks, surprised, then a flash of fear passes his face and he nods forcefully, remembering that he has to answer questions to prevent anger. You don’t think he’s going to break out of that habit any time soon.

“Y-yes, [sir/maam]. That’s me,” he says, his voice caught half in his throat.

You near him slowly, but that does nothing to dampen his obvious panic. You can clearly see that he expects you to hurt him, even when the sight of him like this breaks your heart. He’s already got a bloody gash on his cheek refusing to heal itself. You kneel down in front of him and his pupils contract, every muscle in his body straining to resist what you know must be an unbearable temptation for him. He’s shaking.

“It’s okay, Kane. You’re alright. Everything is alright,” you say.

…

Everything is decidedly not alright. He smelled your blood pumping through your veins even before you walked in the door and he wants it he needs it so badly and it smells so good—better than anything he’s ever imagined, better than anything he deserves. He hates you and he loves you and he loathes you and he wants you to stay to leave—he can’t take it anymore. He knows not to attack; the hunters trained him to behave.

He will not hurt you. He wouldn’t dare risk that no matter how starved he is, no matter the hole in his stomach eating him up from the inside.

You are so close to him now, kneeling just a foot or so away, close enough to reach out and touch. He’s not restrained except for the cuffs on his wrists and ankles. But he knows.

It could be so much worse.

And then you have to go and hug him. So this is what torture has been planned for him today.

…

You feel so much sympathy for the poor creature sitting before you, shaking from fear, restraint, exhaustion and starvation. You see the still-unhealed wounds that litter his body, smell the char from his flesh being left to bake in the sun. The worst punishment a vampire could ever have to bear, the worst pain.

You ask him if it’s alright for you to touch him and he agrees mutely, nodding, so you lean in and wrap your arms around him. His breathing stutters, his chest fluttering against your own. He makes a small sound, sad and lonely, and leans into your touch before going deathly still, trying to restrain himself.

You set a hand on his hair. “It’s okay, you don’t have to try so hard,” you tell him. “You’re allowed to bite.”

…

Oh, this is a trick. This is a trick, a trap, and a design for punishment. He’s going to pay for this surely. He is going to suffer and scream and cry out in pain but he does not care at this moment because he is allowed to bite.

Kane doesn’t hesitate before sinking his fangs into your neck and drinking deeply. the delicious lifeblood that he’s been deprived of for so long washes through him and he begins to weep. Hot tears stream down his cheeks and he does nothing to stop them or wipe them away, too consumed with the liquid that pours into his mouth and over his tongue. It is glorious salvation, euphoria, everything everything—

You have the good blood, better than anything he’s ever tasted. He could sit here and drink every last drop and never have enough.

He’s so grateful for this, even if it’s a trick. Even if he’ll pay for it later, even if this is the last blood he’ll ever receive. He’s drinking. Straight from a human no less, not being forced to lick from the floor or crawl on broken legs toward a bowl of silver he couldn’t grasp without burning himself. The ache in his stomach is still there, but it’s lessening with every gulp and Kane sobs desperately, wanting more more more—

There’s a brief, dark thought of him draining you, devouring you, and it scares him how much he wants it. Horrified with himself, he pushes you away. He doesn’t want to be that person anymore. He’s panting heavily, not wanting to lose himself any further. You slump into his lap and he realizes your eyes have closed and your body has gone limp.

Panic flares within him. Oh no oh no oh no oh no—

If he gets such a terrible punishment as being left out in the sun for a week just for trying to attack, what will the hunters do to him when they discover he’s killed a human? His stomach flips and he feels the self-loathing well up inside him at how that was his first thought. He doesn’t want you to die. Not just because the hunters will punish him, but because you were kind to him. You hugged him. He hasn’t been hugged in so long and he could barely remember what gentle touch felt like. You were kind to him and let him drink, and even if it was all a trick, you didn’t mock him and let him drink and he’s killed you and doesn’t even care—

He notices your stomach move up and down. Breathing. Not dead. Alive. Kane breathes out a sigh of relief. It doesn’t last long.

What are you going to do to him when you wake up?

He knows kindness doesn’t extend this far, especially not for him. Definitely not after he nearly drank you dry, enough to cause you to fall unconscious.

He curls into a ball and cries while he waits.

…

You groan as you awaken, groggy and with a sharp pain in your neck. Your head is fuzzy and you struggle to remember where you are until you hear a soft whimper. Blinking, you adjust yourself into a sitting position and see Kane, the poor vampire, prostrating himself on the floor before you. Ah, that’s right. You allowed him to bite you so he could at least get some sustenance in him—he was so thin you could see his ribs.

Kane has his forehead pressed to the floor and his whole body is wracked with shivers as he sobs.

“Please—pl-please, please don’t hurt me. Please don’t, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’ll never do it again, I know its wrong its bad its awful I’m sorry—p-please!” he begs.

You gulp, uncomfortable with the display. You ignore your aching muscles from having slept on the floor and move over to him, lightly touching his hair. He flinches.

“Please!” he cries. “Don’t send me back to the others, I’m begging you!”

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,” you say. “It’s alright, I’m not gonna hurt you. No one’s gonna hurt you. Hey, look at me.”

Kane snaps to attention at the recognition of an order. He lifts his head and meets your eyes, his a pool of tears surrounded by redness. He’s so expectant, it disgusts you how much he must have been hurt to be reduced to this state, thinking that he’ll be given pain instead of healing just for doing something he was allowed to in the first place.

“It’s okay, I’m not mad. I’m just anemic.” You smile a little awkwardly. Brush some hair out of your face. “I was bound to pass out anyway.”

The vampire appears confused. “Then why…why would you…”

“Because you deserve good things, Kane.”

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it wasn’t letting me tag you?? so here @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

What are some of your favorite whump series?

Hi. :D The list is slowly but steadily growing.

Kane & Jim from @whumpsday. I love their characters, and the way the story fleshes them out from multiple angles. We see the titular characters grow, how they interact with their families and friends, and what motivates them. The devastating whump makes the comfort all the more satisfying. (Check out whumpsday's other series with mers and demons too.)

The Fighter by @hold-him-down. The premise behind this series, and the sort of quiet menace whumpers like Parker or Ivan exude gives me chills. I also love the themes touched on by Luke, a U.S. senator, having to get involved with the system he's trying to dismantle in order to help a person trapped in it, Leo.

Do No Harm by @peachy-panic. Like hold-him-down's writing, the ideas behind the series make it stand out, as well as how real the characters feel. It takes fascinating looks into a BBU-type system, showing us characters involved in keeping the whole horrific thing running.

Hart and Prey by @the-blind-one-speaks. As if you couldn't tell by now, characters and world-building/premise are aspects of a story that draw me in. I love the mysterious fantasy setting and the gradual clues we pick up about how it and its characters work. Poor Hart, the imp whumpee, makes a lot of progress thanks to the Eye, Reuben, and his murder of crows. It's fun to experience the story through magical or inhuman characters too.

Blue Monday, Kosta the Purring Vampire, the so-called "Fun Swamp Vacation" and...well, everything by @thecyrulik. Vampires who are just lil creechurs, vampires who are trying their best in a bad situation, vampires who are nice enough to wait for your soup to finish cooking before biting you, plus a lady whumper who should be drawn and quartered based on her pet naming choices alone. There's nothing here I don't love.

Self-Sharpened Fangs by @redwhump. People sure do think of some scary uses for silver. Like all good stories from talented writers, these got me thinking about what sorts of Situations I can put my own OCs into in the future.

Basically anything by @deluxewhump. I admit I've only read bits and pieces, mostly her vampire stuff (I'll get to everything eventually though!), but each one was amazing.

Of Vampires and Men by @whumpy-writings is pretty much required reading for vampire whump, and she also has a fantasy whump series, Blood of Magic, which does exactly what I like with magic: makes it look cool and exacts a terrible price for using it. I look forward to reading her published works outside of Tumblr as well.

The Jackal of An-Nadr by @yet-another-heathen. Oh, hey, one of the rare ones without vampires. Seriously, though, I love the setting, the details, the writing, just everything about this. Stop listening to me and go read it now. Go.

Honorable Mentions (aka your series/stories are on my to-read list and I will get to them, promise): Multiple series by @bloodsweatandpotato, And Then You Kill Me by @thewhumperinwhite, yet more cool stuff by @blackrosesandwhump, and vampires + more from @bluewhumpcrew.

[whumpsday]

K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #31

Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist

content: vampire whumpee, recovery, comfort

@whumptober Day 31: “I thought that I was getting better.” / Setbacks / “Take it easy.”

didn't end up making it through whumptober, but here's the day 31 piece i had planned anyway :)

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It was one of those nights. A night where the faces of Kane’s tormenters haunted his mind both in dreams and awake.

Awake was worse. At least a dream, he could wake up from, safe and sound in his room below Jim’s house. But the memories, those were worse. They were real, his skin tingling as he recalled the pain. The snap of a forcibly-broken bone, silver pressed against vulnerable flesh, the sting of a cattle prod, the wrathful kiss of the sun.

He gathered up his blanket and crawled underneath his bed, wrapping himself up there. It still didn’t feel safe, even though he’d been freed. The missing lock on the basement door felt more exposing than ever. Kane never imagined he’d miss being captive so much, but being Jim’s captive was safe.

It only got worse as the sun rose. He couldn’t see it from down here, of course, but his clock told him all he needed to know. Now he was well and truly trapped, a sitting duck for any hunters who wanted to pay him a visit and reintroduce him to the pain he’d been so spared over the past months.

But the sun brought more than just terror, here.

Jim woke soon enough, giving the door a couple of knocks before peeking inside. “Kane? You in there?”

Just as Jim was about to leave– right, it was okay if Kane wasn’t there, he was free to come and go as he pleased now– Kane piped up, his voice small and scared. “Yes, sir.”

Jim sighed, the sad kind. “Bad night?”

“Mm-hm.”

Kane felt the bed creak above him as Jim sat down, the delicious smell of human blood ever-closer. “It’s really over. I know it feels like it’s not sometimes, but you’re not going back.”

“I know, I just–” The memories wouldn’t go away. His mind and body wouldn’t let him forget, no matter how far away he got, no matter how safe he was. “I thought I was getting better.”

“You are,” Jim assured him. “This just happens sometimes. Doesn’t mean you’re back to square one.” He set the blood down. “Take it easy and give yourself time. It’s been five months, you’ll get there.”

“Thank you,” Kane said, already feeling just a little better.

[whumpsday]

K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #1

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content: vampire whumpee, torture, broken bones, whumper turned whumpee, referenced starvation, sadistic whumper

@whumptober Day 1 (Alt): Aftermath of Failure / Playing Cards / Broken

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"Looks like you're out, leech." The hunter grinned as he revealed his hand, obviously pleased with the outcome. “You know what that means.”

Kane’s fingers scrunched up where they rested on his thighs while the other hunters snickered, like he could protect them if he just hid them well enough.

He stared down at his losing cards with growing dread. “Yes, sir.”

The hunter held out his hand. Kane forced himself to uncurl his right, laying it in the hunter’s. His own deficiencies were even sharper there: his hand was bony from starvation, like his skin was vacuum-sealed around his bones. The hunter’s hand was thick and strong, his job physical and his access to nutritious food unrestricted. His own trembled slightly, while the hunter’s stayed steady and sure in his cruelty.

It didn’t take much. The malnutrition had left his bones brittle enough that all it took was the hunter bending his pinkie finger the wrong way until– 

Snap.

Kane let out a yelp, his finger throbbing with pain. It wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened, not by a long shot. But it still hurt horribly, and would take weeks to heal completely in his state.

“There you go.” The hunter patted his hand–an extra dose of pain jolting through him at the contact. “Now, let’s get you dealt back in. You’ve got nine fingers left, after all. Who knows, maybe you’ll even win yourself a rest.”

“Yes, s-sir,” Kane replied, handing over his cards. He wished so badly that he could go back, play cards with his human again. Those had been some of the highlights for both of them, he could tell. The human always liked playing games. Kane may have made his life hell in many other ways, but at the very least, he never punished the human for winning or losing games. It was just… nice.

But he didn’t get to have nice things anymore.

[whumpsday]

K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #6

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content: vampire whumpee, body mods (piercings), burns, torture, begging, mouth whump, multiple whumpers, sadistic whumper, starvation, captivity, referenced starvation-based weight loss

@whumptober Day 6 (Alt): Body Modification / Panic

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The hunter roamed Kane’s spread-eagle body with the piercing gun, indecisive. Everything burned, little points of agonizing pain nestled into him all over.

The silver laid in his ears, his brow, his nose, his belly button, and countless varied points across his body. Inserted carefully with a needle, or just punctured into his skin with the piercing gun. He squirmed where he’d been ratcheted down, helpless to resist even if he thought it would do any good.

The truth was, he’d have remained still and pliant even if they hadn’t restrained him at all. He knew resisting would only make everything worse.

“Eh, fuck it.” The hunter pinched the skin of his ankle, seemingly at random, and pressed the piercing gun to it.

Kane screamed as it joined every other point of contact with the horrible, burning metal, searing into him as his skin wept. As the hunter released his skin, the piercing settled practically against bone, no fat left to protect him after so long starving.

“Please, please, no more,” he begged, tears streaming down his face and sizzling on the silver resting against his cheekbones. They must have been going for almost an hour at this point.

“This looks so fuckin’ cool,” the hunter said to his partner, entirely ignoring Kane’s begging.

She shrugged. “It’s just gonna rip it all out once we let it up.”

“Yeah… oh, I know! I could do corset piercings, but between its arms, in back.”

Kane didn’t know what corset piercings were, but the meaning was clear: whatever it was, it would prevent him from ripping the silver out of him, the only thing that had been keeping him sane during the grueling process.

“No!” he wailed, struggling against his bonds as his panic flared. “Please, please, I’ve been good! Please don’t leave them in, I can’t, it hurts, please make it stop!”

The one without the gun smirked. “Or you could just leave it strapped there.”

“My way’s more fun. But first…”

The hunter grabbed Kane by the chin, hard, forcing his mouth open. Delicious human blood, right there, inches from his fangs, so close he could almost taste it, if only his jaw was stronger than the hunter’s hand.

“Careful,” his partner cautioned, though she didn’t sound too worried.

“I know what I’m doing. Tongue out, leech.”

Kane’s stomach rolled with dread, knowing exactly where this was going. Still, he knew he couldn’t do anything to resist. And maybe, just maybe, he’d get to taste–

The hunter quickly sent a piercing through the tip of his tongue.

It ripped a guttural cry from him, the silver quickly devouring the soft flesh of his tongue, charring it as the smell of burning meat got even closer. He kept his tongue stuck out, a meager attempt to stop it from burning the rest of his mouth.

“That’s better. No more whining. Alright, let’s flip you over and do the arms.”

[whumpsday]

K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #2

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content: vampire whumpee, angst, captivity

@whumptober Day 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.” / “They don't care about you.”

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“Mother…” Kane whispered, like a prayer. It wasn’t like she could hear him anyway, so it didn’t matter if he screamed it at the top of his lungs or remained quiet as a mouse. “Please save me.”

Realistically, Father would be calling his underlings to rescue him. It was a scenario he’d played through his head many times. Vampires would burst in, unlocking his cell door with a key they’d swiped from a safely hypnotized hunter, and take him home. Home, where he would finally be safe.

Sometimes, though, he got less realistic. Mother and Father would come break him out themselves, hugging him and telling him how much they’d missed him, how worried they’d been. It was easier to imagine with Mother. Father had always been distant, even before his flaw became apparent. But Mother… he and Mother used to be close, when he was a little boy. A century ago.

They don’t care about you.

He knew it in his heart to be true. They hadn’t missed him before his capture, and Kane knew they certainly wouldn’t miss him now, no matter how much he wanted to believe otherwise. Still, it was nice to dream.

The telltale footsteps of hunters echoed from down the hall, the delicious, terrifying scent of human drawing nearer and nearer. Another reminder that he was completely, utterly alone.

[whumpsday]

K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #12

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content: vampire whumpee, broken bones, begging, burns, torture, multiple whumpers, sadistic whumpers

@whumptober Day 12: Red / “I’m up, I’m up!”

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Kane’s breaths came ragged and worn, his arms trembling as he tried to push himself back to his feet. His legs were both broken by now, red pooling beneath him.

The blood-slick floor only made it that much harder. What with his trembling, his body screaming at him to rest as if that was a viable option, the heel of his hand slipped and he came crashing down to the concrete once again.

“Oh?” the hunter on his left piped up, interest piqued. “That all you got in you? Come on, aren’t you supposed to be some fearsome thing? You’re a vampire!”

“No!” Kane cried, terror seizing his heart. “I just– I just need a minute! A minute, that’s all, sir! Please!”

“Go ahead.” The hunter waved him on graciously, and Kane reignited his efforts to stand. If he could just get himself leaning upright against the wall, if that could be good enough–

His partner took a drag from his cigarette, a human invention Kane had come to despise since learning of it. He had no doubt that it would kiss his skin when the hunter had finished it, though at least the burn would be mild compared to silver. Hardly the least of his worries.

“It’s done,” this one argued, gesturing at Kane’s pathetic form as he desperately pushed through the pain that coursed through his whole body, chest heaving. “C’mon. You owe me ten.”

“Give it a minute! Jeez!” The first hunter crouched down, level with Kane, still struggling to lift himself off the floor. “What’d I say? You wanna go out there, vampy?”

Kane sobbed, managing a shaky nod. “No, sir,” he forced out, “I’m trying, I’m trying, please, it hurts!”

“No one gives a fuck. Get up.” The hunter stood back to full height effortlessly.

“I’m giving it five minutes,” his partner announced.

Five minutes or he’s forced outside to burn. It was a low-stakes bet to the humans, but everything to him. He tried again and again, making no attempt to hold back his cries of pain.

His legs wailed in protest as he forced them up, bent at awkward angles as he tried to balance himself against the wall. Blood painted it as he clawed at the rough surface, but it wasn’t rough enough for him to hold himself up, and his legs just couldn’t support him in their state.

“Two.”

Kane choked on horror, his time dwindling. He couldn’t go out there, he’d do anything to avoid the sun, anything–

He dragged himself, his starved body just light enough for his weakened arms to pull along until he reached the bars. Something he could grab, something he could pull.

Kane grit his teeth and grabbed the bars, the silver instantly searing into the sensitive flesh of his palms and the undersides of his fingers. He shrieked, pulling his hands back with a fitful sob.

“Clock’s ticking!” the hunter betting on him shouted.

Three quick breaths, as deep as he could make them. One, two, three.

He grabbed the bars again, the familiar smell of burning flesh returning as he attempted to hoist himself up. He couldn’t get himself quite standing, his hands weeping out and his legs only becoming more deformed by the second as he tried to force them into functioning, but he was close. He could be called ‘upright’, given a generous-enough interpretation.

“I’m up, I’m up!” he cried, tears blurring his vision as the skin on his hands turned angry and red to match the useless blood covering the floor.

“Is it, though?” the hunter with the cigarette asked.

“Please!” Kane sobbed. He couldn’t do better than this, he couldn’t. He just needed to stay out of the sun.

“It totally counts!” the other hunter agreed, and for a man who had smashed his legs to smithereens minutes earlier, Kane had never felt more grateful to him.

“Fine, fine. You win.”

Kane released the bars, torched hands falling on top of the rest of his broken body as he collapsed to the floor. It seemed as though every part of him ached with agony, but he knew exactly how much worse it could get.

He didn’t even flinch at the cigarette pressed to the side of his neck.

[whumpsday]

K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #8

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content: vampire whumpee, beating, burns, broken bones, multiple whumpers, begging, captivity

@whumptober Day 8: Outnumbered / “It’s all for nothing.”

another early-captivity one!

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Kane cried out as another silver-toed boot rammed into him, searing a welt into his chest. He’d grown so weak from hunger over the past weeks, a kick from a mere human was enough to send a crack through his rib, now.

He gasped, curling in on himself. Pathetic. He could hardly even bring himself to care how low he’d fallen in the face of so much–

It had been nearly two months since Kane ended up here, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was starting to lose his will to fight.

There was no chance. The more time went by, the weaker he became, his body floundering without any source of food. God, he was so hungry. What was the point of resisting? It was hopeless, and only earned him more trouble.

As humiliating as it was, he was starting to think that avoiding pain might be more important than–

Another hunter pressed the silver of his shoe into Kane’s cheek, and he screamed. He tried to thrash away, but there were too many of them, he’d lost count. So many hunters and only one him, broken and starving and when would it be enough already–

–His dignity. Something he’d valued so highly before. He was a noble, a son of Aldrich de Sang, he was meant to command respect. But he couldn’t do that here even if he tried, so what was the point?

It’s all for nothing.

“Please!” Kane cried, stopping his thrashing. “Please, sirs, I’m sorry! Have mercy!”

Such groveling was unbecoming of a noble vampire. His face burned with shame and silver alike.

As the silver retreated, he knew the shame would too, given enough encouragement. It had been over the moment the hunters had spotted him. He was already a shell of his former self.

[whumpsday]

K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #4

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content: vampire whumpee, starvation, electrocution, torture, captivity, multiple whumpers, sadistic whumper

@whumptober Day 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.” / Cattle Prod / Shock / “You in there?”

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The hunters laughed as Kane lunged forward again, pulling his chain taut. It wasn’t even silver this time, the steel more than enough to hold him in his starved state, but it didn’t matter.

All that mattered was the blood. Right there, glistening and red and rich and delicious and everything he’s ever wanted, dripping decadently from the hunter’s finger, forming a lovely red trail down his hand. Kane needed it more than anything. He couldn’t even find it in him to be afraid, in that moment, every ounce of his mind devoted solely to his desperate need for food.

He whined, eyes wild, trying to scramble forward as best he could, broken nails scrabbling against concrete floor. It was no use. The chain pulled at his ankle, stopping him from getting close. From sinking his fangs into that hand, into its owner’s neck, from drinking and drinking until he’s finally had his fill–

“You in there, parasite?” One of the other hunters poked him in the head with something plastic, but Kane couldn’t focus on that right now.

Fangs bared, he pulled and pulled, reaching his arms out desperately toward the bleeding hunter. His whines were louder now, and he managed to express a coherent thought: “Please, I need it! I’m so hungry!”

Another round of laughter.

“Oh, I dunno, I think you’re perfect just the way you are. Let’s see if we can get you under control another way.”

The plastic thing came back, but turned around this time, poking him in the chest with the other end– not plastic. Metal. He yelped at the burn, flinching back. But this was different from silver, not the same kind of burn.

As his eyes focused, Kane realized it wasn’t a burn at all, but a shock. They’d poked him with a cattle prod.

“I– I’m s-sorry, sir–”

The bleeding hunter squeezed his finger, another drop of blood oozing from the small cut. The last of the coherent thought vanished as the intoxicating smell intensified, and he leapt once more, his chain pulling tight and forcing him back to the ground.

He screamed as the other hunter stuck the prod into the back of his neck and held it there, not letting up.

“Not sorry enough. Don’t worry, we’ll teach you.”

[whumpsday]

K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #11

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content: death wish / suicidal ideation, vampire whumpee, captivity, bear trap, broken bones, burns

@whumptober Day 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.” / Animal trap / Captivity / “No one will find you.”

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The muscle in Kane’s leg spasmed as if crying out, crushed between shattered bone and hard metal. He whined in pain and tried to curl in on on himself, but any movement just made it worse.

With a sharp gasp, he abandoned the effort, lying limp on the floor of his cell, the bear trap snapped snugly around his leg. The silver, melted and slathered haphazardly over the trap’s jaws, pressed into his skin with enormous force as it desperately tried to close together, frustrated with Kane’s leg in the way.

It was always so much worse when it pressed in, and now it did it from both sides. A touch against silver was bad enough, but the way it pinched his skin between the jaws to sear into it, a white-hot flame that would never die, was unbearable. The pressure was greater than when hunters would push or pull him into the cell’s bars, and unlike a human, the trap was uninclined to ever let go.

But the hunters had left him like this, and he had no hope of removing himself from the trap until they returned. Kane whined again, louder this time, and pressed his face into the cool concrete floor, as if it could somehow cancel out the hellish burning.

“Help,” he gasped. A habit he’d been making less and less use of. He’d well lost track of how long it had been by this point, but it was obvious no one was coming to save him– and even more obvious that he was helpless to save himself.

There was only one way out, and that was death. And even that had been cruelly dangled out of his reach.

As long as his captivity felt, Kane knew that in reality, it was laughably short. Surely only a few years. He was young enough for a vampire, only barely past one-hundred. While a human his age would be on death’s door if they hadn’t already met it, and a human equivalent to him in physicality– thirty or so– would only live for sixty-odd more, he had more than a thousand years stretching beyond him, if he couldn’t earn a staking before then.

Even that hope was diminished, knowing the hunters had too much fun making him their plaything to let him meet death so easily. Perhaps in a century, when all his current tormenters would be dead and cycled out for new ones, the next generation of humans would have a change of heart.

It was little comfort to him now, the peace of death a distant dream. A shard of bone shifted in his leg and the trap cinched tighter, wringing a wail from his hoarse throat.