#thecitythatdoesntsleep

[maracujatangerine]

90. Restless Night

CW: institutional slavery, pet whump, dehumanisation, box boy universe, cursing

Coriander was lying curled up in its own bed. The curtains drawn against the deepening night outside.

The pet’s whole body ached with exhaustion, but still, it couldn’t sleep. The bone-deep fatigue awaking memories of old, bad times.

Every time it tried to fall asleep, its body would start violently awake. Each time destroying any and all progress the pet had made on the way to unconsciousness. It was extremely frustrating.

It heard steps outside the door. Then, the gentlest of knocks.

“Cory?” Miss Lydia sounded hesitant, her voice low. “Is there anything you need? Would you perhaps like something to eat?”

The pet knew that if it just uttered the words, Miss Lydia would come and sit by it, as she had so many times before. It could almost feel the dip of the mattress as she would sit down, the comforting warmth of her body next to the pet, the soothing feeling of her hands gently carding through its hair and caressing its back and shoulders. The pet’s tense muscles would relax then, as if bespelled. Her mere presence would work like a sleeping spell, lulling the pet into dreamland.

Coriander longed for it. Miss Lydia’s presence, and sleep, in equal measure. But the pet couldn’t ask for it.

It was still so. fucking. angry.

…and upset… and scared… and not being a good pet… and sad… and ashamed… and regretful… and exhausted… and in pain… and confused… and still, so angry.

The very reason her presence would affect it, was the same reason it had panicked in the hospital. In this dark moment, the pet thought it might be the same reason it did anything at all. They had shaped it, moulded its responses, formed its actions, to be whatever its owner desired.

The pet considered just pretending to be asleep, but when Miss Lydia didn’t leave, Coriander finally replied.

“N-no, Miss Lydia. This pet just wants to sleep.”

She stood still for a moment outside the door, the pet could imagine her laying her hand against its surface.

“All right, Cory. I will be downstairs if you need anything.”

She tried hard to sound like every other night, but the pet knew her too well. It could hear the undertones of worry and sadness in her voice. After another moment of silence, Miss Lydia slowly turned and walked away.

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Thank you all for comments, and reblogs, and likes! I really appreciate you all taking the time! 💖

If you are new to this story, the tale of Lydia and Coriander starts here. There’s quite a lot of it, and I hope you’ll enjoy it! ☺️

I also have another, shorter story in the works that focuses on hero vs villain themes. You can find that here.

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[cupcakes-and-pain]

Presents (rewrite): Chapter 1

Hello I have rewritten Presents. Also might change the name later idk. Also also the chapters are still short

Content Warning: mentions of toxic families, obnoxious rich people, brief mentions of death, discussion of vampires using humans like cattle basically, mentions of inhumane conditions

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On a sunny day in late August, two vampires lounge about an apartment, brainstorming what one of them, Roy, might want for his birthday.

They hadn’t seen or talked to each other in so long, being childhood friends, but with these new phones, they were able to finally reconnect.

They had both changed a lot over the decades, as to be expected. The most interesting change was how Mike seemed to be far more… would crude be the right word? Or maybe just no longer adhering to traditional vampiric manners.

Roy didn’t mind, really. He often wished to be a bit more modern too. It’s why he dyed his hair, after all.

But he knew they both would have to tone down their behavior for the birthday party, lest some aunt of his ends up yelling at him in front of the whole party like he was still a little kid.

Speaking of the party, after a while of trying and failing to think of something Roy would want, his friend’s eyes shot wide open.

“Ooh, I have an idea! What about a Blood Bag?”

“A blood bag? Isn’t that kind of... boring?” Roy laughed, imagining how underwhelming a little baggie, probably made of plastic, would be when compared to whatever extravagant things his relatives got him. Every family event was a little bit of competition, after all. Who was the wealthiest, who had the best manners, who made the best life choices, and all that.

And after all, it was going to be the party of the century, held in his family's ancestral castle.

So to then unwrap the next one, only to see some simple food? He would hate for Mike to be embarrassed like that.

"This is a birthday party thrown by the Wu-Schulz family we’re talking about, and you want to get me blood bags?”

“Okay, jeez. Didn't know I was dealing with a blood purist." Mike joked. "How about a really fancy one, no, two fancy ones? The kind they raise on those free-range farms and shit, so the blood tastes better.”

“Free-range?”

“Yeah, you know, the ones that human right activists go nuts over. Didn't your parents have some when you were a kid?”

Roy had no idea what his friend was going on about. He had never heard of free range farms for blood bags before. Usually those places were more akin to nightmarish prisons than anything that could be even remotely considered "humane".

Then again, his moms had gone through humane phases a few times, usually after their Living Meals died and they were trying to soothe their grief with huge life changes (it always irritated him that they would eventually go back to owning those poor humans instead of just staying as human right supporters, but whatever). So maybe there really was enough of a market for whole farms to pop up.

“Eh, it sounds cool I guess. And if it’s as fancy and prestigious as you make it sound, it might actually impress my family a bit.”

And the two went on with their day.

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[whumpy-writings]

Of Vampires and Men Map!

So back when I started OVAM I drew a very basic map to help me figure out where things were. I'm talking blobs and stars on important places. It was functional, but not pretty. Well, my sister agreed to turn my chicken scratch into an actual masterpiece! Behold, the world of Pyrne!

I literally almost cried when she showed me the finished map. It's so cool to see the world I've been playing around in for years finally take shape. This is of course only one part of the entire planet. The story thus far has taken place mostly in Torin and Lucia, but I have plans. Big plans. Book 2 is going to take place partly in Enrone, which is going to be super fun. There will also be vampire pirates.

And now for some shameless self promotion:

Cry of Fangs is coming out next Tuesday, March 26! If you purchase the paperback or ebook and fill out the form below, I'll send you a postcard of this beautiful map as a thank you gift. https://forms.gle/x7GNB9Lh1LY9r5Bg8

Preorder Cry of Fangs here!

Grab a signed paperback!

Thank you so much for showing my angsty vampire boys so much love. Even if you can't purchase a copy of the book, know that I appreciate every single like, reblog, and comment. I hope to have some more free chapters up on tumblr soon.

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[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

City Update - 8/22/23

Hey! Long time no see friends, I hope everyone has been well. To make things short, no, this blog is not abandoned. Much to my dismay personal life has been sucking the inspiration clean off my wee bones.

I still love what I do, love to hear from you all and if you'd like to tag me in any posts of your work, I'll go through and re-blog them as a feed to keep things active!

#thecitythatdoesntsleep or @thecitythatdoesntsleep for a reblog/repost or to be included in the next queue line up!

[valerie826]

Never get bored of this beautiful skyline #hongkong #victoriaharbour #hongkongskyline #discoverhongkong #starferry #concretejungle #thecitythatdoesntsleep https://www.instagram.com/p/BsIyYxSna0j/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=xd360gld7p83

[whumpzone]

Lost Property - 12

(masterpost)

Previous - Next

CW: pet whump, dehumanisation

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Coriander was kneeling in a corner of the kitchen, near the table. The pet had offered to do the washing up, of course, but the man - Linden - had waved it away.

“No, no,” he’d said, “you are my guest here, and there isn’t much to do. I will just fill up the dishwasher and you can take it easy for a while.”

The blonde pet had ducked its head. “Y-yes, Sir.” Now, the dark-haired man was in the far side of the kitchen, humming quietly to himself while he was rinsing off and stacking the dishes.

The pet’s muscles ached. Cory‘s body was used to kneeling, but it was a long time since it so stringently had kept the positions and the pet was out of practice. Miss Lydia often told it to sit comfortably or just generally didn’t pay attention to whether the pet held perfect form or not. With a new owner - even if this was a temporary arrangement - that kind of slacking off surely wouldn’t fly. Even with Miss Lydia, Coriander took care to be graceful, to be silent and still and move elegantly, as it had been taught. But now, it had to be absolutely perfect, and that perfection hurt.

In an effort to distract itself, the pet looked around. Just next to it on the floor was a small pile of yesterday’s newspapers, some colourful advertisements and, on the very top, a piece of paper that looked like a letter. Cory craned its neck to be able to read sideways without moving from its spot.

“Notice. Number 52 will be throwing a Pet Party this coming Saturday. This notice is to apologise prior to the proceedings for any noise disturbance during the evening. There will be several newly trained Pets who will likely need disciplining.”

The letter continued, but Coriander’s blood ran cold. Its hands started shaking so badly that it couldn’t read any further- it placed it back down, wishing it’d never read it in the first place. It was already finding it so hard to be perfect, and now it had this looming over its head? It remembered its latest pet party and Miss Lydia saying “This will never happen to you” in her most convincing tone. But it was no longer with Miss Lydia. That other pet, Colton, had had horrific scarring, perhaps the results of such parties?

Cory couldn’t do it. It was so out of practice, it was so clumsy and awkward and presumptuous these days, it couldn’t hope to be a model pet at such a high-stakes event. It would mess up, even if just once, and that would be it. Hours of pain as it was corrected for the rest of the night, lumped in with the bad pets, deserving every moment. Cory’s breathing sped up as it got wrapped up in the thought of it. Miss Lydia was so far away. It didn’t have a chance.

Too late, Coriander realised that the sound of running water had stopped. Linden was on his way back to the pet. Quickly, Cory tried to compose itself into an image of calm obedience, hoping that Linden hadn’t noticed it snooping around his private correspondence.

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[themerrywhumpofmay]

Writing Masterlist: Days 1-3

Next

May 1st - "Don't hold your breath"

Whip | Tears | The Chair

painsandconfusion / neverending-anguish / lonely-harts / egg-writes-whump / screamingcryingsobbing / whump-then-fall / just-horrible-things / cursedscribbles / yourlunarspice / eclipseofwhump / ex0rin / bluewhumpcrew / morewhumplease / whmptxts / jadeocean46910 / darkthingshappen / shywhumpauthor / bricky-brikson / littl3gayp3rs0n / greenwhump / leyswhumpdump / whump-and-a-little-bit-more / thepigeonhasapen / local-cawcaw / hold-him-down / mybeautifulbeautifuleternal / mechanical-caracal / howtowhumpyourhiccup / thecitythatdoesntsleep / whumpeedeedoo / nade2308 / authorangelita 1 - 2 / fletcherwilbury / lumpofwhump / bandaidhours / whumpberry-cookie / em-writes-stuff /

May 2nd - "Beg to Differ"

Denial | Confined | Eye contact

leyswhumpdump / lonely-harts / cursedscribbles / just-horrible-things / darkthingshappen / thepigeonhasapen / em-writes-stuff / yourlunarspice / bluewhumpcrew / screamingcryingsobbing / darkchocolatepot / littl3gayp3rs0n / whump-then-fall / eclipseofwhump / thecitythatdoesntsleep / bricky-brikson / greenwhump / fletcherwilbury / howtowhumpyourhiccup / shywhumpauthor / egg-writes-whump / authorangelita / mybeautifulbeautifuleternal / whumpeedeedoo / mechanical-caracal / whump-and-a-little-bit-more / intrestingatparties / whmptxts /

May 3rd - "Don't mind me"

Zip ties | Awoken in the night | Smiling

darkthingshappen / leyswhumpdump / lonely-harts / just-horrible-things / yourlunarspice / bluewhumpcrew / littl3gayp3rs0n / darkchocolatepot / godestof3worlds / whump-then-fall / fletcherwilbury / egg-writes-whump / bricky-brikson / shywhumpauthor / mybeautifulbeautifuleternal / cursedscribbles / lilac-and-lemon-whumps / painsandconfusion / greenwhump / ex0rin / mechanical-caracal / screamingcryingsobbing / thecitythatdoesntsleep / intrestingatparties / authorangelita / wolfbad /

May 12th (early fill)

Panic attack | Blowtorch | Basement

whumpeedeedoo /

Alternate Fills

Try not to flinch | Take me instead | Tag, you're it | Attending your own funeral | Wire | Crop | Plastic bag | Self sacrifice | Baking | Recovery | Intruder | Drowning | Blinding | Shadows | Hallway

whump-and-a-little-bit-more / em-writes-stuff /

[maracujatangerine]

87. Asking Cory

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

There was something going on. Coriander could feel it. Miss Lydia was talking with other people about the pet. She tried to be discreet, but Cory had noticed the way she suddenly cut off her conversation with Carla when the pet entered the break room at the bookshop, and the worried looks they both gave it. The phone conversations with Indira when she closed her office door. The evaluating way she looked at the pet when she thought Coriander didn’t notice.

Masters had the right to keep secrets. But Cory wished she would just talk to the pet instead.

It couldn’t ask, though. That would reveal that it had been trying to spy into her private business.

It wasn’t until a few days later, when the pale golden light of an early winter morning streamed in through the kitchen windows, that Miss Lydia finally sat down on the floor next to the pet.

The sunlight brought out the flecks of gold in her brown eyes, and picked out highlights in her hair. There was a worried wrinkle between her eyebrows. A sign for the pet to steel itself for whatever was coming.

“Cory, there is something I would like to ask you about.”

The pet nodded. “Y-yes, Miss Lydia.”

“I have been talking with Indira…” She hesitated. “We’ve been discussing your injured shoulder. We’ve been thinking that you have had enough to deal with up until now, but…” She looked up at him with a little smile. “… since you are doing so much better now, it might be time to see if there’s anything we can do.”

Lydia pulled her hand through her hair. “Indira says that you’ll need an x-ray. It’s important to know exactly what we’re dealing with before you can get any treatment.” She sighed. “You know that it usually means going to the WRU…” She held up her hand. “… but I am not willing to take the risk of having them mistreat you. Instead, Indira has found a colleague at the hospital that has promised to help us sneak you in.”

Lydia searched Cory’s face, her own expression serious. “I know that you don’t… feel that good about hospitals. You know that this is not risk-free. If they catch us, I might be forced to let WRU treat you.” She paused. “Since your shoulder is still bothering you, I think it is worth taking the risk. However, it is your choice. What do you think?”

The pet had begun to slowly, unconsciously shake his head. His breathing came faster, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead. Then, with a deep breath, he forced himself to stillness.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he straightened up. Then, he looked up to meet Lydia’s eyes.

“Miss Lydia, T-this pet is willing to try.”

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[cupcakes-and-pain]

Presents

Okay, this was originally one chapter but it got long so I’m going to spilt it up. Enjoy the double update

Masterlist

CW: vampire caretaker, multiple whumpees, institutionalized slavery (kinda), caretaker new master, referenced conditioning, swearing, mini panic attack

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After the party died to down, Roy started dreading the trip upstairs to fetch Mike’s “gifts.” Finally, the last person left and his moms began to hunt in a less than subtle way that he should leave. Collecting all of his courage and pushing down his revulsion for living blood bags, he made his way up.

He knocked, because it felt right, although it was weird to announce his presence for his childhood bedroom.

Upon entrance, everything was exactly how he left it. His embroidered curtains which he insisted on being custom made and costed far too much still covered the fake windows. On top of his dresser was the miniature bleeding heart sculpture he got from a hippie in the late 70s. His band posters, which ranged from Leonard Bernstein to very early Panic! At the Disco, still hung over his bed.

“Master, we are here to serve you.”

Roy looked regretfully to the corner where the two slaves were kneeling. They were the only part of his room that was different. It was the girl who spoke. He put them there because the party was still going on at the time, but now that it was over, he needed to get them to his house.

“Mmhm, I know, hon. Come here you two, it’s nearly time to leave. But first, I want to see you better.”

The two almost crawled over, crawled, it was still so unnerving to him. Yeah, they were humans, and historically humans have been beneath vampires and served them. But it’s the modern era! This shouldn’t still be going on. Vampires could do better than this, they knew better now. But, alas, one thing at a time. The two humans did remember that he wanted them to walk and so they did, but the fact that they almost crawled on instinct and conditioning really bothered him. Once they were near, they kneeled once more in front of him. He really tried to contain his disgust, but it wasn’t working if the fear on their faces was anything to go off of.

“Master, where do you want to drink from? We’ll give it all freely.”

He really had to get them to stop calling him Master, but that would require facing the fact that he owned them aloud. No fucking thank you.

“I don’t want a drink right now. I just haven’t gotten a good look at you yet. Do you have names?”

“Yes, Master. We are named Dew and Drop, if it pleases you sir.”

“Dew and Drop? Like a dew drop? That’s kind of… cute, all things considered. Do you like those names or would you prefer something else?”

Drop looked neutral but Dew seemed to panic and sputtered, “I- we l-like whatever you like, Master. We don’t have opinions, really, I promise we don’t.” Her breathing was quickly getting out of control.

Roy was expecting that she would insist that they couldn’t have likes or something, but he hadn’t anticipated such a strong reaction. Without thinking, he put his hand on her shoulder to try and anchor her from her fright. But, to no one’s surprise, the sudden touch of a predator only caused her to sink further into her terror.

Drop started to reach out for his friend but then stopped and looked at Roy, very unsure. Roy nodded at him and Drop held Dew gently, patting her hair and calming her a bit.

Owning humans might be harder than Roy thought, and he was already expecting the worse.

“Let’s just go.”

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[whumpy-writings]

Bloodbag: An Of Vampires and Men Serial

I've been working on this story since November, and I'm super excited for y'all to finally get to read it! Tobias and Bloodbag are side characters in Cry of Fangs, so this story is a bit of a prequel.

Bloodbag is a serialized novella set in the Of Vampires and Men world. It takes place in the city-state of Cesvic, right on the border between Lucia and Torin. We follow a vampire named Tobias, who becomes the reluctant caretaker for a human named Bloodbag. (Yes, it's the classic "whumpee things caretaker is their new master" trope.)

Bloodbag will be exclusively available two places: on Amazon's Kindle Vella and on my Ko-Fi page. The first three episodes are live right now and you can read them for free over on kindle vella. Vella is only available for readers in the USA, so if you're international make sure to check out my ko-fi! I will be releasing one episode every week for the next three months. Expect lots of whump, angst, and fangs. Check out the links below to start reading!

Thank you to the lovely Catherine Reynolds of catherinecreates.art on insta for creating this awesome cover art!

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[bright-whump]

✨🌈☀️send this to the ten people you’re happy to see every time they pop up on your dash/notif and wish them a good day🌟🌈💥

im going to FUCKING SCREAM SDFKJGHKJG I was just looking at my activity thinking i should make a post like ik i been absent as fuck life's .................. (and yes i am still going to do part 2 for anon and another caretaker whump for other anon) but i am so happy to see all these tags and stuff when i wake up there's so much and also bless @/thecitythatdoesntsleep for the reblog bc i love your blog/prompts literally so much and if you see this hi bc you're the biggest reason for the activity rn :3

i'm gonna scream but also cry

i'm so happy you guys like my stuff blEASE 😭😭😭 i hope you have a good day i hope everyone has a good day ahhhh 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕

[minerscanary]

Whumpmas In July Day 2!

“How did you find the whump community?”

I’ve always been fond of dark and trecherous tropes in media. Sometime before quarentine started, I just randomly searched for captivity fics on tumblr and low and behold @ashintheairlikesnow ‘s Kauri fic popped up. I was utterly amazed by Ash’s writing style, not to mention that there was an entire community built around the same tropes that I loved. So I binge read ever installment, then Chris’s story, and i fell head over heels for Jake, and began to branch out a little bit to other creators. The BBU was a great way to find new creators because they were within the same bubble of tropes that gave that seratonin to my brain. I started reading @deluxewhump ‘s frathouse series. I am still a Cam and Alex simp, the collar and lingerie anon.

Some other great writers that I highly recommend looking into and reading are

@thoughtsonhurtandcomfort for wonderful nonhuman whumpees, absolutely love the g/t stuff they have

@albino-whumpee I am in love with the demon and angel series, and just Albus in general.

@orchidscript Henry has stolen my whole heart, and his time with Alexander and Marina is horrible but I cant help but reread.

@whump-mania every prompt they post blows me away and gives me so many whumperflies

@knivestothroats fletcher ALSO owns my whole heart, not gonna lie I read in the woods when I was realizing I’m nonbinary and I blame them.

@thecitythatdoesntsleep each vampire prompt they release is so so good, oh my god I love vampire whump.

@whumpmasinjuly

[whumpeesblog]

@thecitythatdoesntsleep - val

I love vampires, so couldn't resist drawing val. Despite having free range to take a lot of artistic choices I found this vampire a little tricky to draw. Hope that this art somewhat helps you picture val. Please open the images individually to see the details 👀 🧛‍♂️ 🦇

I also love vampires with names beginning with V. Wonder if my vinnie the vampire oc would like val the vampire ?

[whumpsy-daisy]

Day 3 Whumpas in July Prompt Sleep

Taglist : @thecitythatdoesntsleep

Kieran had watched over him the last three days carefully. He was healing perfectly fine and eating well too. It was mentally Kieran was worried about. Elliot stopped sleeping in his room, he couldn’t go near the stairs anymore. He slept on the couch refusing any other blankets and pillows Kieran would bring. He only managed to get small intervals of sleep before waking up screaming, sobs echoing through his home once again. Tonight he wanted to try something different. Dinner was quiet as usual, aside from the gentle prodding from him trying to get Elliot to tell him what he’d done while he was at work.

“I watched cartoons...again, but I cleaned the kitchen and I mopped!” Elliot stammered, his fork trembling in his hand. Kieran told him he didn't have to clean anything at all, but Elliot insisted on it even though he could barely stand, let alone clean something. Kieran didn't bother chastising him about it though. He was scared enough about just admitting to watching cartoons.

“I can tell. You know you don't have to though, right?” Kieran spoke softly, hiding anything that sounded condescending in his voice behind a soft smile. Elliot’s brows furrowed. Kieran shook his head rapidly.

“B-But if that's what you want to do that’s fine, as long as you're happy!” he chirped. Elliot put his head back down continuing to eat. Kieran wasn’t exactly sure the message had gone through completely but he could worry about that later. On cue, after dinner, Elliot would get from his seat, pad over to the couch, and curl up. Kieran turned on the lamp he’d given him as usual. Elliot gave a small wave before turning the other way. Kieran didn’t bother staying awake himself when he got to his room. That was a scream he didn’t think anyone could sleep through.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

It’d been barely 3 hours when Elliot’s screaming pierced through the silence. Kieran rose up groggily fumbling with the door. He slowly crept down the stairs, as if he could scare Elliot anymore. The floorboard hissed, Elliot whipped his head around.

“M'sorry I didn’t- I’ll be quiet! Please I’m sorry!” he sobbed. Hands quickly coming up to protect himself.

“S’okay, not gonna hurt you. Let’s just try something new, ok?” He started softly. Elliot hiccupped looking at him with wide eyes. Kieran lowered himself a bit, holding out his arms. Elliot’s knuckles were as white as his hair with how tightly he had the blanket in his grip.

“M’not gonna hurt you, c’mere.” His words still slurring from sleep. Elliot reached out for him shakily, Kieran took him gently from the couch. Carrying him bridal style back up the stairs. He was relieved to find that his ribs weren’t poking into him when he had to carry him anymore. Elliot shut his eyes the moment he saw where Kieran was taking him. He made the journey up the stairs quickly. He side eyed the shattered door to Elliot's room. He didn't remember much of what happened, but from the way Elliot's heart began to speed up he knew taking him inside probably wasn’t the best idea. He turned back down the hall to his room.

Elliot sniffles subsided as Kieran place him on the bed. Kieran gestured to the side on the left and Elliot scrambled to it, wiping tears out of his eyes.

“If you feel scared, you can hold onto me. I don’t think you’ve gotten more than a few hours of sleep this week.” Kieran yawned. Elliot begrudgingly moved closer to him wrapping his frail arms around Kieran’s larger one.

“I’ve got you.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Kieran's eyes fluttered open, eyes meeting Elliot’s sleeping face nuzzled into his arm. He hadn’t seen him look so peaceful since he'd been brought home. But if sleeping was his only escape from whatever was plaguing his mind, Kieran was going to make sure Elliot at least got to enjoy that.

[maracujatangerine]

83. On the phone 6

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

”I’ve managed to arrange it. It wasn’t easy, but I have finally found a friend who is willing to help us.”

“Really? Oh my god, Indira, you are amazing!”

“I aim to please.” Lydia could hear the smile in the doctor’s voice. “But we will have to be careful. Have you talked with him about it yet?”

“Not yet, I didn’t want to worry him, or give him any false hopes.”

“You are worried about how he will react.” It was a statement, not a question.

“I am.” Lydia admitted. “But he deserves the chance. I will ask him soon.”

”That’s good. This has been going on for far too long.”

“I know.” Lydia sighed. “But WRU seemed to be the only option, and I would never put Coriander through that.”

“Agreed.” Indira paused, listening to some indistinct loudspeaker announcement in the background. “I got to go. Keep me posted.”

“I will. Thank you again. You are the best!”

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[whumpy-writings]

What are some of your favorite whump series?

So many!

Everything by my fellow vampire coven mother @thecitythatdoesntsleep. If you are looking for vampire whump and phenomenal worldbuilding, read her stuff!

@redwingedwhump Yves series, top notch vampire whump

@ashintheairlikesnow all of her bbu stuff!

@deluxewhump Vampire Max AU

@thecyrulik everything they have ever written!

@whump-tr0pes Honor Bound. I've only read book 1, but I swear it was some of the best whump I've ever read

And there are many, many more but I haven't been able to read much whump lately so I'm blanking on all the other stuff I've read!