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Whumpril 2025 - Day 15 - Belittlement

Demons not respecting the Kings pet (advisor), ridiculing him - why is he so puny and tiny and what's with that hairdo and dumb clothes and what does the King even see in him he is just a jester for the court nothing more

[lostwhump]

@whumpril | Day #15: Belittlement The Quick and the Dead (1995)

[crimsonlyinglilly]

April of Angst and Whump, Day Fifteen

still on catch up and spent most on today in a car so the three I was hoping to finish is just this one but hopefully this means for the new week I'll have more time to finish the final 11.

and returning to Smile - the No humanity! Elijah fic, where Esther forces open the red door and Elijah shuts his humanity back behind it.

Follows this. Gia is the first to find Elijah, unfortunately for her.

{this was a struggle to write, anyone else deserves Elijah being a dick but Gia.}

For @whumpril 2025 day 15 - Belittlement

For @chaos-company's Angstpril 2025 day 15 - came back wrong

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Gia’s had only been going to Elijah’s apartment to check on his things, to ensure they were ordered for his return, so what if it was sentimental, she felt useless sitting around doing nothing while Elijah was gone. 

Hayley’s words and Marcel’s silence on the matter hadn’t helped her in the slightest, so what if Elijah was stronger and resourceful, what did it matter being an Original is he was alone with the bitch who had made him into that in the first place.

He was one of them, wasn’t he? Then why weren’t they doing anything to find him, like he would them.

She hadn’t expected to hear anyone in there but as soon as the noise reached her she was already at Elijah’s doorway before she thought better of it, Elijah had been taken by the witches who knew who would be in his place but she was relieved to see a familiar suited figure looking at his wardrobe.

“Elijah” she breathed in relief from the doorway, only to frown when he barely acknowledged her instead remained looking through his suits for some reason. 

“Elijah,” she called again as a warning before stepping into the room, “are you ok?”

“Better than before even.” he replied but something seemed missing from his voice that stopped her from taking another step closer.

“How did you escape?” she asked as she started to truly look at him, he was in a new suit, likely he had come straight here to change but even that was off, he had his back to her, dressed in a black shirt, its collar sitting up without a tie and a pair of dark jeans.

“Mother underestimated me,” she could hear the smirk from his voice, but even more that she heard the cruel amusement, “she won't be doing it again, and if Finn has any sense at all he'll get the message to.”

“What are you doing?” she questioned as Elijah pulled more suits from the rack to down onto the floor.

“Thanks to my time with Esther I've recently discovered my choice of fashion wasn’t completely my own.”

“What-” she was cut off from continuing when Elijah appeared in from of her, dark eyes pinning her still as suddenly all her instinct screamed at her to run.

“Hush.” he ordered and she found herself unable to speak. She stared at him with wide eyes and felt herself start to panic. “Calm down.” he told her as he noticed the change, but it sounded more annoyed at her reaction than any empathy.

This wasn’t the man she knew. He wouldn’t compel her like this, wouldn’t look at her like she was nothing.

“I wasn’t planning on dealing with you yet, but if the pawn happens to deliver herself, what am I to do?” he said, waving her off before she could try to reply. “Now tell me what has happened since my misfortunate disappearance.”

Gia found the words leaving her no matter what she tried, she stared at Elijah hoping to catch his eyes and break or at least see what had caused the change but he turned away from her back to the suits.

It wasn’t until she got to the point where she relayed the meeting with Marcel and Hayley, the celebration and drinks over saving the kids while ignoring Elijah’s absence that he stopped her.

“You're angry.” he noticed with an odd expression, it was interest but without any the hidden warmth she had become used to. “You can talk freely but don’t run.”

 “Why are you doing this?” she asked instead of what he wanted, he smiled in response.

“I’m having a fresh start, and I know enough of my family or those that claim closeness that I need to make a very clear message for them to get the point.”

“What message do you want me for?” she questioned, a pit opening in her stomach.

“I plan on tearing out your heart and leaving your body in his bath.” Elijah described it plainly no different than a dry comment on the weather.

“What?” she croaked, in muted horror, this wasn’t Elijah it couldn’t be.

“I don't appreciate manipulation, even if it comes in such a lovely shape.” he commented as he cast an eye over her briefly,  ”Marcellus really should work on his techniques as well, everything he learned he learned from Niklaus or I. You're a well crafted, what's the word- honey trap.” Elijah glanced over her like she was nothing.

Even their first meeting Elijah hadn’t been this cold, like he was missing something behind his eyes.

“You knew?”

“You happen to look like my type, with a talent for music, a strong will and struggling with vampirism, perfect for getting me invested in his new community,” he explained carelessly, frowning only when she stayed silent, “Don’t claim ignorance.”

“He did what he had to do for our people,” she snapped back, “you included.”

She expected anger but instead for the first time she got a flicker of real feeling.

“Loyalty,” his lips twisted into a bitter smile “I admire it, even if it seems to be something I fail to inspire.”

“That’s not true!” She argued, but he held a hand up to stop her.

“Oh my dear,” he called in a patronising tone “Marcel sent  you to me to gain my investment in his new community, making claims I was one of you,” he waved his hand as if to banish the very idea, “And yet when I was taken he fled to save Klaus, my brother who picked his own anger towards Mikael over retrieving me from our vicious mother’s hands.”

“What did she do to you?” she questioned.

“Nothing much, she left the damage long ago” he said it like it was a joke but there wasn’t any real amusement in it “ this time she just helped me open my eyes.”

“Hayley-” she started hoping whatever feeling between the two might work, the dark chuckle she got back crushed that hope

“Yes, Miss Marshall, who invited her wolves into my home and made it very clear wolves would be more important to her than any of us.” he said it like he was angry about it but the words were hollow, like a fire gutted.

“She-” she tried perhaps to stoak the fire but was spoken over

“No one had any interest in my well being, so I've decided to take a note out of my siblings books and put myself first.” Elijah shugged coldly, “But none of this is what I wanted when she started this conversation. I wanted to know why you were angry at them in your moment of celebration.”

He took a step closer raising a hand to her face, 

“This isn’t you.” she protested trying to back away but Elijah on the other hand caught her arm in an iron grip.

“It is now.” he told her, as he laid a hand on her forehead oddly gentle vs the bruising grip on her arm, she felt him in her mind looking for the memories of night she described, reliving it while in her mind, feeling all her thoughts and emotions at that moment.

He let go of her slowly and took a step back, Gia realised she was free, even with the throbbing headache from invasion, she could run but then that wouldn’t get her anything, and Elijah could easily catch her.

“You were angry on my behalf,” he said quietly, and there was something achingly sad. The shard of confusion broke through the absence of emotions for a second.

“I wanted to save you.” she added.

He looked up at her with surprise, before his eyes narrowed, Gia refused to react to the cold calculating looking his eyes

“You truly mean that.” he mused, “Maybe you're more than a pawn.” and then with another long look at her he vanished

Gia stumbled back to lean against the wall in the suddenly empty apartment, as she realised how close she had come to death and the ease Elijah had entered her mind and memories.

Even if he had done it without causing her any harm, the Elijah she knew wouldn’t have done that, not without permission but he hadn’t cared about anything.

Her hand scrambled for her phone and she was calling Marcel before she had even looked at the screen.

“Elijah!” she started as soon as he picked up.

“Gia! what's wrong?” Marcel asked, concern clear.

“Elijah, he’s back.” she told him frantically, suddenly aware Elijah could return and finish what he had planned to do.

“What?” Marcel repeated, the worry becoming sharper.

“I found him in his apartment, he seemed off” She explained, and thought of his apathy and belittlement, the coldness in his eyes and emptiness behind his act of emotion and remembered Marcel and Josh’s warning of something vampire could do but she was never to do.

‘You’ll be really be nothing but a monster then.’ Marcel had told her. ‘And i will put you down’

“Like he’s without his humanity.” she admitted with dread. 

“Originals can’t do that.” Marcel replied, but there was far to much doubt in his voice for her comfort.

“Then his mother did something” she hissed, bringing her other hand up to grip the phone as she noticed the visible shaking. “because Elijah came back wrong.”

[bookishzelda]

Whumpril Day 15: Belittlement

Whew, I nearly forgot to post today! And now I have to go write tomorrow's story.....

Whumpril Day 15: Belittlement

OoT Link

CW: Blood; sexually suggestive whumper

When Link pulled his hand from his side, it came away slick with blood. Sharp pain coursed through his veins with every heartbeat that pounded in his ears. He gasped involuntarily, willing the bile rising in his throat to stay down.

Resting on the floor in front of him was a red, pointed slipper. His eyes slowly followed upward to the Gerudo woman’s veiled face. She sneered down at him, leaning on her twin scimitars.

“Pathetic,” she said, the veil in front of her mouth fluttering. “From that lovely sword you were carrying, I thought you would know how to use it. Seems I overestimated you.”

She crouched down to bring her face closer, using one scimitar to push the Master Sword further from where it lay, useless. “I bet you thought you were different, huh? That you were better than all the other worthless men who think they can parade in here? I guess you learned a lesson today, then.” Link grunted and tried to push himself up, only for his wounded side to scream in pain. He sat panting, supported by one trembling arm, meeting her unwavering stare.

The woman slipped one of her blades under his chin, lifting it slightly higher. The cold metal against his neck was stained crimson with his own blood. He swallowed, thinking of how easy it would be for her to end him in one swipe.

“You’re cute, though,” she said. “I like you better than all the other dimwits who we’ve locked up. And you put up a better fight, too.” Her golden eyes dropped from his face, trailing down his entire body before slowly, slowly coming back up. “Tell you what,” she continued. “I won’t kill you. You’ll get to join your friends in the cells, though. Our leader will decide what to do with you after that. And I have a feeling I know just what she has in store for you.”

The smirk in her voice made Link’s stomach churn, but he managed to keep eye contact with her. She gave a small chuckle before sheathing her scimitars and standing up. She grabbed under his arms and pulled him to his feet; her hand pressed roughly against the open wound on his side and he cried out. She exhaled derisively in his ear.

“Oh, please. A Gerudo child would be grateful to have such a minor scrape.” She laced her fingers through his hair and pulled hard, making him suck in a breath. “I went easy on you, boy; I can always teach you the meaning of real pain if you need to learn.”

Through gritted teeth, he said, “That’s okay.”

“That’s what I thought. Now, let’s find you a place to stay.”

[lasimo74allmyworld]

I'm so so tired, and I mean TIRED of being belittled by my own friends every bloody time I try to share a feeling.

It's my state, on Whatsapp,...you can choose to watch it or not. To answer to it, or not.

And if you, a friend of mine, choose to answer me asking why I feel like this, I'll answer you, telling you why.

If you don't want to hear my feelings, don't ask.

I'm tired to be passive - aggressively belittled every single time I speak about me.

I'm tired to be belittled. Cheerfully diminished.

I'm tired. Disappointed.

This is the way to make me consider to not to speak about me anymore. How could I be confident towards people when every time I try to speak, I'm constantly putted down?

How could I build some self-confidence if every time I try to speak, I feel my emotions unworthy to be stated?

I'm tired to be belittled by my own friends. It hurts. It makes me feel wrong and stupid.

If you have to answer to a personal statement with a sarcastic, passive-aggressive comment...please, don't ask me at all.

[myemptynothingness]

Just remember, friends; acting like you're better than everybody else and insulting other people is not maturity :)

[lhcartoonist]

Legit laughed out loud at the beach chair part of the segment.