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#400

my special piece for 400 :) i hope you enjoy

special thanks to @honeycollectswhump for her research on how much silver is worth

content: fantasy whump, magical whump, human (elf) trafficking whump, nonhuman whumpee, elf whumpee, lady whumpee, lady whumper, conditioned whumpee, implied minor whump, emotional whump, manipulation

Duchess followed Mistress across the winding corridors, her soft, barefoot taps on the pristine flooring barely audible when compared to Mistress' high-heels. She was dressed in a gown, not a super expensive one, but one that would accentuate her features to potential buyers. She was nothing but meat here. Nothing but decoration. Nothing but household help. Whatever the buyer wanted, Duchess would be.

When Mistress gave her that name, she didn't yet know she would turn out to be a subpar companion. Mistress had high hopes for her, and Duchess beat herself up every day for disappointing her. Her starting bid would be 300 pieces of silver. A substantial amount perhaps, if you considered living expenses, food, etc. But a meagre amount when purchasing a slave.

They soon arrived backstage, and Mistress unclipped Duchess' leash from her collar. It was a simple leather collar, signalling to everyone and everything that Duchess was not a very… royal companion after all.

#whump #whump drabble #fantasy whump #magical whump #human trafficking whump #nonhuman whumpee #elf whumpee #lady whumpee #lady whumper #conditioned whumpee #implied minor whump #emotional whump #manipulation

Bait the Beast

At long last, I can say this is finished. It has been one hell of a journey just to get this done. This is what I was teasing for a while but stopped suddenly.

Decided to create a fake screenshot of Zenith being dragged away after being used as bait for their shape eater (a kind of shapeshifter) partner, Vadis. They will be reunited soon enough. At least, they'll be able to see each other. The enchanted cages stopping any magic being cast and keeping them both contained.

I'm sure they'll be fine.

Because it was mentioned: Vadis is @toxic-snek-slutch's character.

A Benignant Mischief is so good, will it be updated anytime soon? Thank you so much!

A Benignant Mischief (8)

Read part one // continued from here

My boys, they deserve the best comforts🫶🥺🥹

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Once Nikolas returned, he and Henrik escorted the two boys back to the room the King had shown Cosimo before the boy woke up. Cosimo walked beside the boy, the fox in his arms, his small fingers buried in her orange fur as they followed the humans.

“How are you feeling?” Cosimo asked lightly. He could feel the boy’s suspicion oozing from him, in the way his form was too rigid, and the way he didn’t take his whiskey-coloured eyes from the two men in front of them.

“I’ll feel much better once we are alone,” the boy replied.

Cosimo swallowed a sigh. “They are good men.”

The boy didn’t answer. Cosimo opted to walk the rest of the way in silence, his hand unconsciously going to the nape of his neck trying to knead out the tension knotted there.

Nikolas turned with his warm smile once they reached the room he set up for the boys. Cosimo returned his smile, as papery and fickle as it felt on his face. He opened the door for them and Cosimo gestured for the boy to walk through first. The boy obeyed, out of respect for Cosimo’s rank more than actually wanting to go through, Cosimo suspected. But he would be able to change his mind hopefully… in time.

The boy gave the room a once over before he turned, thoroughly unimpressed as he stared at the King and Henrik. Cosimo stepped in after him and turned to Henrik and Nikolas, making his smile brighter.

“Thank you for everything you have done for us,” he said warmly. “I think we’re both a little tired and will probably retire soon.”

Nikolas inclined his head, while Henrik kept his deep, forest eyes fixed on the boy and the fox. Cosimo swallowed, stepping into Henrik’s line of sight and drawing his gaze down to Cosimo.

“I will guard your door,” Henrik told him quietly so the boy couldn’t hear.

“And I will send someone to fetch some water for your baths,” Nikolas chimed in.

Cosimo’s heart swelled at their kindness and their concern, and was immediately assaulted by a wave of guilt. He abandoned his court. He hsouldn’t have comfort or kindness.

“That is really too much and not necessary,” Cosimo protested but Nikolas waved him away.

“Nonsense, boy. Your hair looks like a raven could nest in it.”

Cosimo flushed pink and let out a soft chuckle. “Perh–”

“How dare you insult his majesty,” the boy snarled behind them. Cosimo’s eyes widened as he turned to see the boy’s face red with fury, his eyes burning with rage.

“It’s okay,” Cosimo said, keeping his voice light. “It was a joke.”

“Perhaps Ne-callus would like me to tell him what I think of his hair?” the boy fumed, his fists balling into the fox’s fur. Cosimo shook his head as he approached the boy.

“It’s okay, please. I know he had no ill-intent.”

“Cosimo has had a long few days,” Henrik told the boy, a bite behind his words. “And I think–”

“Yes. He probably has, no thanks to you.”

Henrik’s nostrils flared but stopped once Nikolas put a hand on his shoulder. “Come friend, let them rest. We will knock once the water is ready.”

Cosimo sighed wearily and nodded. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank us, Cosimo,” Nikolas said earnestly. Henrik nodded at him before he closed the door, and the boys were left alone. Cosimo looked back at the boy as he placed the fox on a couch and walked around the room, inspecting everything like Cosimo had.

Cosimo went to the fire that was lit now, logs crackling within soothing his restless, frantic thoughts. He settled into one of the wine-coloured armchairs and loosed another exhale, feeling his shoulders relax as he did. They were safe. They were alive. The heat from the fire embraced him generously, pouring some life back into his body. He didn’t realise how cold he was until the flames sang to him quietly and chased the coating chill from his skin.

He heard the boy open the door to the bedroom, then the wardrobe, but he didn’t turn his head as the flames danced in front of his eyes, mesmerising. The boy emerged and opened the door to the bathing chambers then, Cosimo assumed, and closed it again after a moment. The boy’s footsteps drifted closer until he stood to the right of the fireplace, comforting in its warmth and looked at Cosimo.

Cosimo turned his gaze to the frowning boy.

“We should go home, Cosimo.”

Cosimo blinked. He didn’t expect that. “What?”

The boy’s frown turned into a pained grimace. “We should go home. Back to the court. Perhaps you misheard the elders. Perhaps this was all some mistake.”

“It wasn’t. They were going to kill you. You know how much elves hate humans…” Cosimo said, frustrated that the boy still had no name. “They said you were a stain on the court, an abomination.”

The boy wrapped his arms around himself and turned his body more towards the fire. They didn’t say anything for a while, a long moment stretched between them before the boy said, “maybe they’re right.”

“What?”

“I trust the elders. They– they’re all the family I’ve ever known, everybody we know is back at court. Our rules. Our customs. They’ve only ever done what is right for us, and if that means killing me, then,” the boy’s head dipped, “so be it.”

Cosimo jolted out of his seat and was on his knees, turning the boy to face him before the boy could finish his sentence. Wide whiskey eyes found Cosimo’s furious ones as he grabbed the boy’s shoulders and squeezed them.

“Don’t you ever say that! Do you hear me? Don’t you ever say such a thing. The Elders are wrong about this, I know that. In my heart, in my soul. In all of their teachings and wisdom, they are wrong. You being different would be an asset to the court, but they are too narrow minded to see that.”

Tears glazed over the boy’s eyes. “I’m… I’m Nemo anyways,” he whispered, his voice filled with sorrow and shame. Cosimo shook his head and pulled the boy in for a hug. The boy stiffened, but relaxed as Cosimo held him tightly.

“You are not nemo,” he told him, conviction colouring his words. The boy wasn’t a shamed nemo, a nobody. He was someone, with a heart and a soul, no matter the shape of his ears. “You’re just different, and it scares those small-minded fools.”

The boy gasped. “Cosimo, you can’t say such things.”

“It’s my future…” Cosimo began but cut himself off, “it was my future court,” he amended. “I can say what I like about them. Besides, it’s true. The Elfbow protected you. You. The fox found you and stayed with you. If that doesn’t say elf, then what does?”

The boy sniffled as wet tears dropped onto Cosimo’s tunic. He held the boy tighter. “I’m sorry you had to find this out so soon after you awoke,” he said softly. “But I am glad you know now. We can… these men, they have offered us a place to live, to start over our lives here. With them, in their court. And I know it may be strange and different at first to grow accustomed to, but that’s how all great adventures start, isn’t it? All of Nestor’s stories, we will be just like the elves in those.”

Cosimo’s heart broke as Nestor’s name fell from his lips, but he pushed the sadness back as he pulled away from the boy. The boy sniffled again, and Cosimo smiled, wiping away his tears with the pads of his thumbs.

“We will be safe here,” Cosimo told him, a wry smile forming on his lips. “If you ever give the humans a chance.”

The boy chuckled weakly.

“I know we were supposed to fear them and not trust them, but they have offered us such kindness that perhaps… perhaps the elders were wrong about them too. Perhaps there is a lot of things that they’re wrong about.”

The boy sniffed. “I think I was wrong too,” he said softly. Cosimo smiled. The boy raised his whiskey-coloured eyes, the corner of his thin lips pulled up on one side. “When I disagreed with the king. Your hair is like a raven’s nest.”

Cosimo gasped, pulling back from the boy. “How dare you! Do you know who I am? How dare you insult my majesty!”

The boy laughed as Cosimo put a hand to his chest, pulling a face. Cosimo couldn’t maintain the expression for long before a grin split his face too. “You don’t look any better yourself you know,” Cosimo told him, putting a hand in his hair and ruffling it. The boy slapped Cosimo’s hand away as a knock sounded at the door.

Cosimo got to his feet with a grin and walked to the door with his usual feline grace. Henrik and Nikolas stood outside with a giant jug in each of their hands with a courtier standing behind Nikolas.

Henrik looked at Cosimo, noting the smile and glanced over his shoulder. “These are quite heavy, Cosimo,” Henrik said, “but if you’d prefer, we won’t come in.”

Cosimo shook his head and stepped back, looking at the boy who nodded, wrapping his arms around himself. “Please, come in. Thank you for the water.”

Nikolas smiled his dazzling, kingly smile as he walked in. He nodded at the boy and continued towards the bathing room. The boy watched the three of them wearily, his eyes darting between Cosimo and each of the humans before he turned back to the fire, angling his body so he kept the room in his peripheral.

He reminded Cosimo of a caged animal Master Ludwig told him about. How humans would cage them for entertainment, for blood sports and hunting other animals. How the animals would sometimes, when mistreated, turn wilder than any wild animal, feral, and skittish.

“It’s okay,” Cosimo said in elvish.

The boy tilted his head but didn’t take his eyes from the flames. “I know. I just need a little time.”

Which was understandable. Cosimo needed time too when he first met the humans. And not all of them were as good as Nikolas and Henrik, but… then again, Cosimo would rather he experienced the cruelty of humans than the boy who was probably still weak from his fever. And the fact that he wasn’t a full elf like Cosimo or anyone he grew up with.

Cosimo remembered the first time he saw the boy in the court. He was small, so much smaller than he was now. Which was saying something, considering the boy is short amongst elves. But knowing he is potentially half-human now makes sense. When Cosimo was grown he would be taller than Henrik and Nikolas now.

But that wasn’t what made Cosimo curious about the boy, it was the colour of his eyes. The strange bright hue of sunlight shining through honey. They were so unusual, so unlike the normal, natural colours of elven eyes that Cosimo thought made the boy special. Rare. Unique.

The same eyes that now glared at the fire as Henrik and the King stepped out of the bathing chamber. Cosimo turned his attention back to them, smiling his thanks.

“If that’s everything for now boys,” Nikolas began, “I will have dinner brought to your room when it is ready.”

Cosimo bowed his head. “We cannot thank you enough, you—” red tinged his cheeks as he coughed and said, “Nikolas.”

Henrik caught Cosimo’s eye, raising a brow at the boy’s back in question. Cosimo nodded and tried to smile reassuringly. The knight didn’t trust the boy, something Cosimo would have to no doubt mend between them. But Cosimo didn’t understand why… why Henrik, the king’s trusted soldier and advisor, who risked his reputation to save Cosimo— would not trust the boy?

It was too big a thought when exhaustion crept like phantom shivers around each of Cosimo’s limbs. He would deal with the rest of their problems tomorrow. Right now, he just wanted a bath and some warm clothes.

Nikolas kept his spring green eyes fixed on the silent boy as well, walking over without malice or doubt to the fire beside the boy and the fox. He smiled his kingly smile at the boy when the honey coloured eyes turned to him.

“I’m sorry, I can’t resist,” he said, leaning down to extend his hand to the fox at the boy’s feet. She nudged her nose towards his outstretched fingers and Nikolas smiled warmly as he ran his fingers through strangely soft orange fur for a fox. “She is a delight,” he told the boy rising, like it was only something the two of them were in on, a shared joke. “And she chose you as a companion, which says a lot.”

The boy swallowed but remained silent. Nikolas smiled and said, “good night to you both,” before turning towards the door. “And good night to you too, your hi—” his lips turned up into a smirk as he caught himself, “Cosimo.”

Henrik rolled his eyes for Cosimo’s benefit who laughed. “He thinks he’s funny,” Henrik grumbled.

“I know I’m funny,” Nikolas shot back.

“People only laugh at your jokes because you’re king.”

“Not true! People laugh at—”

“You? Attempting to be humorous?” Henrik cut in, winking at Cosimo as he pulled the door closed behind him, blocking out the king’s response.

Once the door clicked shut it felt like oxygen returned to the room. Cosimo loosed a breath he didn’t know he was holding before turning his body back to the boy. The boy, to his surprise, was staring at the door where the two humans left. He looked at Cosimo over his shoulder and offered a smile.

“You can have a bath first, Cosimo,” he told him. Cosimo didn’t have the energy to argue with him. He nodded once and turned on his heel walking back to the bathing chamber. He closed the door behind him and settled heavily against it, the weight of the last couple of days… hours? He didn’t know, descending on him like the weight of a great wolf.

But he could relax in the bath, so he forced himself off the door and walked towards the mirror. Cosimo winced at his reflection, barely recognising his face as he stared into his pale, dull eyes that were usually so bright now muted and dim. His skin was stripped of colour, dark bags seemed to bruise his eyes making the colour more startling, unnerving. As he studied the bags under his left eye, the black and blues mixing with reds and purples he scoffed. Oh. Yeah, Henrik punched him before he pinned Cosimo to the ground. Cosimo reached a hand up and tentatively prodded at the bruise with his fingers, wincing as sharp bursts of pain drew soft gasps from his lips before pulling away.

He could see the bandages in the mirror too from where the iron had rubbed his wrists and burned them, not to mention the faded pink lines on his cheek after Rochus slammed his head into the iron bars of his cell for not co-operating.

Gods, Cosimo looked… terrible. No wonder the boy was so worried about him, so distrusting of the humans. Cosimo swallowed hard as his eyes wandered up to his hair. It really did look awful. He slowly started to pull out the twigs and leaves and brush his fingers through his chocolate curls, trying to loose the bigger pieces of mud and dirt from it. After a couple of minutes, half-satisfied and half drained, Cosimo turned to the bath and poured two of the jugs of steaming water into it.

He stripped down his clothes and climbed in, groaning as he settled into the warmth. The water immediately became tainted, turning brown and dirty as the dirt lifted from Cosimo’s flesh but he didn’t care as he lay back against the edge and let himself close his eyes and breath a sigh of relief in the warm embrace of the water.

He did it.

He saved them.

He saved the boy from execution; he survived his own possible and very-nearly-happened execution, and he got the two of them to safety.

He saved them.

They would be okay. They would survive here in the land of the humans, with Nikolas and Henrik looking after them. Of course, Cosimo would have to look after and help the boy adjust but once he did then Cosimo would be able to live more freely. He didn’t think of his court, of his responsibilities, his duties. He never wanted to be a king. He wanted to be an adventurer, like the elves in Nestor’s stories. He wanted to be brave, valiant and bold. He didn’t want to settle squabbles and disputes between high lords and nobles. It would bore him to tears, and maybe…

Just maybe, with his eyes closed and his sore muscles slowly unwinding in the water, he could be honest with himself and be glad that he overheard the plans of the boy’s execution, because that meant he had an excuse to leave all the weight of his birthright responsibilities behind.

Cosimo opened his eyes and stared at the intricately carved ceiling and imagined he was in one of those stories now. Finally able to catch his breath after a successful mission. He reached for the bar of soap and winced as a pain in his ribs flared sharply and he cursed.

He must’ve really taken a beating from the soldiers… but his body refused to let him feel it until now, or maybe it was seeing his wounds in person and how tired he looked. He grunted as he grabbed the soap and set about washing himself and his hair, remaining in the water until he seeped all the warmth from it before finally, begrudgingly, getting out. He wrapped himself in a towel and unplugged the drain before stepping out.

The boy was sitting in the armchair by the fire, and Cosimo didn’t want to do anything that would disturb him…

Which was a lie, an unhelpful voice supplied, you don’t want to do anything that would disturb you.

Cosimo walked to the bedroom instead and opened the doors revealing clothes for him to wear. He found a soft pair of trousers and an even softer shirt that felt luxurious under his palms in one of the drawers, along with underwear and some other fabric that looked small like mittens and feet mittens mothers often put on their children’s hands and feet in winter.

Cosimo blinked at them. He tentatively took them out of the drawer as well, and when he dressed once again, he felt warmth flood his body. He looked at the feet mittens and slid one over his foot. It felt… wrong, initially, but then more heat flooded him, and he smiled, wiggling his toes within the fabric confines. He scoffed and shook his head lightly as he put the other on.

His gaze fixed longingly on the bed but before he could sleep, he went out to check on the boy. The fox stared at him from the other armchair by the fire, her beady black eyes blinked lazily at him. Cosimo glanced at the bathing room, to see the door closed. He stepped closer and heard the sloshing of water within.

Deciding against calling out to him, Cosimo turned to the fox and bowed his head before retreating back into the room and closing the door. Sleep claimed him the moment he was under the covers and settled his head against the pillows, a contented sigh leaving his lips.

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Tag-list: @tippytappytyping @annablogsposts @ehobep

It’s the New Year, so I’m shamelessly self-promoting my whump stories in case there’s New People that might enjoy them! (Please feel free to reblog this and add on your own stories! I need more stories to read, and what better time to promote your own stuff?)

The Angel of Death is a vampire whump story. Half-vampire veterinarian Keola is coerced into being the personal vet for the Colosseum Club’s underground fighting-ring champion- a feral vampire known as the Angel of Death in the ring, and just Angel outside it. The “fights” held by the club are really just vampires being forced to fight each other- and Angel is always the final act, drugged into a rage and sent in to tear his victims apart. Keola has to balance caring for a dangerous patient with hiding her own vampire identity, all while under the employ of Mr. Moody, the club’s- and Angel’s- unscrupulous human owner.

W.M.D. is a living weapon story. Dr. Algernon Fowler prides himself on making the most successful living weapons ever created. His magnum opus? Kestrel, a heavily brainwashed bird-man hybrid, with the DNA of a black vulture and wings surgically implanted to match. But when Dr. Fowler loses track of Kestrel, he’s rescued by a group of young people being trained for a shadowy purpose by steely ex-military guy Jones. One of them- surfer bro Shane- takes a special interest in Kestrel, determined to help him recover as much as possible. But Dr. Fowler hasn’t given up on getting his weapon back…whatever it takes.

The Coven is a historical vampire whump story. For two years, young Will has been the servant and main source of blood for a coven of five vampire women- Lilah, Lucy, Selene, Annabel, and their fearsome leader Morgana. When Will tries and fails to make a desperate escape, Morgana retaliates brutally, and Will’s life becomes even more unbearable. But the vampires haven’t stayed as hidden as they thought, and soon the entire coven is in grave danger. And Will is right in the thick of it.

Hollyoak is a fantasy whump story being written for the Twelve Days of Whumpmas event. Twice a year, the Summer Elves and Winter Elves exchange power. Six months of the year, the Winter Elves have the crown and the magic under the reign of their Holly King; the other six, the power belongs to the Summer Elves and the Oak King. To prevent either side from hoarding the magic, the prince of each realm must spend six months as a hostage in the rival court every year. The Winter Solstice has just arrived, and young Holly Prince Kelyn is struggling to navigate the Summer Realm- as well as his complicated relationship with the Oak Prince, Adaire. When the Oak King is struck down by what appears to be Winter magic, Kelyn is blamed, and the Summer Realm suddenly becomes a much more dangerous place.

I also have several one-shots and short stories posted/planned, but this is already too long, so I’ll just drop my entire writing masterpost directly in your path. WHOOP. There it is.

#whump #whump writing #whump community #whump stories #vampire whump #living weapon whumpee #bloodbag whumpee #elf whumpee #self promo #jack be whumpy

Okay, this is still kind of messy and I'm not completely sure about the colors, but here's that drawing I was working on yesterday, with blood and without. I kind of want to use it as a profile picture on this blog but I wonder if it would be a bit much, lol.

#tw blood #tw restraints #whump art #fantasy whump #whump #whump community #magical whump #whumpblr #d&d whump #elf whumpee #whumpee oc #drow whumpee #magical restraints #whump drawing #aspens whump

(cws in the tags)

Kinda fascinated by the idea of Whumper purposefully ruining their Whumpee.

Scarring them in places that can’t be hidden. Leaving whitened lines jagged and uneven on their face and throat.

Refusing to give Whumpee stitches, or if they do, Whumper makes the stitches uneven and jagged so they scar in the worst of ways.

Finding out what Whumpee likes best about themselves and destroying it.

They’re proud of their nose? Whumper breaks it and leaves it to heal crooked. Proud of their hands? Whumpee finds they’re missing several of their fingers.

Whumpee used to considered book smart. Whumper gives them so many concussions that reading hurts. Or better yet, they make them forget how to read entirely.

An elf Whumpee having their ears cut into a rounded shape to look more “human”

An elf Whumpee who’s always had long hair has it roughly cut off and kept short.

“I never wanted an ornament. I wanted something to ruin.”

#cw creepy whumper #cw broken bones #cw noncon body modification #cw finger amputation #elf whumpee #whump prompts #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #whump ideas #whump scenario #feel free to add on other ideas

"Be Human"

Prompt Credit To @whump-in-the-closet! Amazing person. Prompt Post Used: Elf Whumpee

CW/TW: Possible Gore, Noncon Body Modifications, Imprisonment Also contains mentioned starvation, implied neglect of needs (like lack of water I guess), and past torture. There is also a description of throwing up.

Enjoy! - This is my first attempt to write whump, so sorry if it's bad.

Contains: Elf Whumpee & Human Whumper

#whump writing #whump #prisoner whumpee #elf whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #tw torture #cw noncon body modification #based off a prompt #i don't know how to tag still #thank @whump-in-the-closet for letting me write things based off your prompts!#imagine asking stuff as an anon since you are too nervous to have it attached to your blog - (couldn't be me)#writing gender neutral for the only characters present is hard when you dislike using the same thing to start a sentence-#sadistic whumper #let me know if I should add any other tags #cw throwing up

Trope: Woobie Species

A whole species full of beings that have suffered a lot in a world out to get them.

demons:

demons are most notably looked at as being evil and thus must be exterminated, lest they destroy humanity. This leads to any demons having to hide from humans so they aren’t immediately killed on sight

a world where laws don’t apply to demons so people can capture, kill, beat, torture, or sell demons as they please with no ramifications (given they can subjugate the demons enough to not hurt any humans)

demons being rounded up by humans and kept in captivity because they are too dangerous to be left in the wild

demons being beaten on the streets for no reason other than existing

demon hunters going after demons and torturing them or using them for experiments

people capturing demons to experiment with how to torture them and what works best on their species, trying all sorts of different methods

demons having to hide their demon features from humans

demons feeling bad because they are seen as evil and cruel abominations by everyone around them even if the particular demon feeling this way hasn’t done anything wrong

conditioning demons to act docile

vampires:

pretty much the same concept as the demons, so the prompts can be interchangeable

people being so afraid of the vampires that they launch an attack against them as soon as they see one

people stringing vampires up in the center of town and torturing them with silver, holy water, or waiting until the sun comes up to set an example of human strength against vampires or simply just to take out anger on them

vampires being intentionally deprived of blood but chained up and unable to get to any

vampires being restrained with silver

vampires being branded to show they are vampires

vampires being burnt with the sun

vampires being burnt or “purified” with holy water

people capturing vampires and forcing them to do demeaning things for blood, such as crawl across the floor after a beating towards a bowl of blood, only to kick the bowl and watch the vampire try to lick it off the floor

people taking advantage of vampires super-healing to beat and torture them beyond the extent of what a human could take

people beating, torturing, and starving the vampires to keep them subjugated and weak so they possess little to no threat to humans

keeping vampires as pets

elves:

seen as arrogant, humans want to bring them down and see the elves beneath their feet

elves being ostracized from all societies

elves being driven out of cities and forced to live in slums

elves being treated worse than anybody else and not given any kindness

elves being sold into slavery

elves being forced to work on dangerous sites or mines and exhaust themselves

elves being captured and put on display for their beauty

elves forced to live on the streets and aren’t even able to beg for food because nobody will spare them any

elves being beaten if they go into any areas with humans because the humans don’t want them there

elves hiding their pointed ears to try and pass as human so they can have a better life or at least be able to eat

Feel free to add on!