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DAY 04: immortality • sailing • "I've prayed every day for this."

Fandom: original work Content Warning(s): dubconnish? #12DaysofWhumpas2025

"They're to keep you from hurting yourself." Irina murmurs, bending down to stroke Kitty's hair. The lantern light flickers and sways with the rocking of the ship, one moment her hair is golden, the next it is darker than midnight. The sweat on her brow remains the same. "Once you break free...well, then we know you're ready."

She absentmindedly checks her pocket watch and taps the glass with her fingernail. Twenty hours. It's nothing compared to a lifetime.

"I have prayed every day for this moment." Kitty writhes on the floor, struggling at the rope binding her wrists and ankles. Irina isn't sure whether she's doing it on purpose or not. She's not even sure she's lucid. A guttural groan erupts and a family of mice skitter into the unlit area of the ship's hold. "I know, my love, I know."

If her heart could thud, it would. The pain is worth it. It will be worth it. Whether Kitty will be convinced is another matter but that will come later. They have all the time in the world.

Irina feels herself drawn closer and she sits on the floor, scooping her love into her lap so she can hold her to her breast. The moans reverberate through her chest. It's delicious. She cups Kitty's face and kisses her, a greedy tongue finds blood and traces over fresh fangs.

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DAY 03: in the elements • bells • "This will be worth it in the end."

Fandom: original work - sweden series. Content Warning(s): murder, fire, cremation Soundtrack: Underwater by Tsar B #12DaysofWhumpas2025

The northern winter brought the day to an end well before seven o'clock but the cover of darkness wasn't enough. Manda needed silence, empty roads and citizens tucked in their beds.

She stuffed down her hesitation and took the body by the feet, pulling it from the backseat and letting his head hit the ground with a wet thwack. The cold bit through her parka, deeper until it hit bone. Her nose stung, her hands grew numb and they fumbled about. That man didn't feel a thing. Not then, not now.

He laid wrapped in sheets, mummy-like and waiting for the next humiliation. Unscrewing the cap, she poured gasoline over every inch and watched it soak in. She emptied the container as the fire gained life.

Manda folded him into a fetal position, one last indignity, looking like a child wailing on the ground for its' mother, and let the fire spill over him.

It will be worth it, in the end. Won't it?

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DAY 01. thorns • falling • “I’m not angry at you.”

Fandom: Far Cry 5 Content Warning(s): none #12DaysofWhumpas2025

John could say you're free and it would mean nothing. I'm not angry at you has the same weight. He cups the Deputy's face with one hand, his thumb runs along their cheekbone. Their eyes search his for the meaning behind his words because they know, deep down, I'm not angry at you isn't the truth or if it is, it has strings attached. I'm not angry at you right now. Or maybe it's I'm not angry at you for that. There's a qualifier somewhere. We'll talk later, mh? And just like that, with a soft smile, he lets go.