#fae whumpee

[softvampirewhump]

Vampire whumper whose talent, gift, power, what have you. Is to posses their prey/thrall.

[whumporama]

Fae character (A) who has a True Name. Something they never share with anyone, nobody is allowed to know.

Accidentally, their friend (B) finds out what it is. They tell A that they know, and they reassure them they'll never use it. They'll never tell anyone. They're so sorry they found out, but they won't ever abuse it.

A is shocked. They feel violated. They know it was an accident, B never meant to learn their name (maybe B even saved them and learned the name is the process. So A is thankful for B, but...).

But they didn't tell B. They didn't want B to know. It's not theirs to know, it's A's name. It was supposed to be theirs, the only thing that nobody could ever take from them. And now it's ripped away without consent.

A feels open, exposed. They're Known. It hurts.

Can they go back to normal now? With A knowing that B knows? Or are things awkward, tense? How do they navigate this new dynamic?

[tsaritsa-zmey]

“Questioning humans is so… tedious.”

The knife slid over the whetstone with a sharp grating sound that echoed off the shadowy corners, bouncing from one wall to another. The interrogator’s shadow cast by the torch seemed huge and hunched, a dark raven on the wall.

“They lie, trick, try to excuse themselves and their friends. They forget, muddle everything up, say whatever they think I want to hear, anything to save their skins.”

The interrogator grimaced. A dull orange glint flashed in his metal tooth.

The Snake, the people called him. He’d only replaced the old interrogator recently, but he was already known for his cruelty and true passion for his work. The crazed glee that gleamed in his black eyes now gave credence to the rumors.

“But you…”

He turned to the chained-down fae, sliding the stone along his blade a final time. The fae’s fists clenched. Panic rose in him with every passing moment, but he wasn’t about to show that to a human.

“With you, it’s far simpler. You don’t lie. You can only squirm, dress up the truth in pretty disguises or sneaky wordplay. My job is to hurt you badly enough that you can’t think properly. It’s hard to be cunning while screaming in pain, wouldn’t you agree? What I need from you is the simple, straightforward truth.”

If the fae was human, he’d have said that he didn’t care! He’d never tell the interrogator what he wanted to know, no matter what he did! But he wasn’t human, he was fae, and fae can’t lie.

“You think you can scare me? You can do whatever you want, human,” he said with a weak sneer.

He can, he truly can. He can do whatever he wants to me and I won’t be able to stop him. Oh skies, skies, give me strength!

A lazy smile drifted across the interrogator’s lips.

“Yes, I think I frightened you. In fact, I think you’ve never been this terrified in your life. Am I wrong?”

“You are wrong.”

Wrong to be doing this, wrong to torture me! Please, please, don’t, please…

The interrogator stood, leaning casually on the table.

“Then say it. Say you’re not scared of me.”

Easy. I’m not scared of you, I’m scared of the position I’m in. I can’t defend myself or even run, I’m helpless, helpless before a human!

I’m scared of your knife, not of you. I’m scared of what I might tell you. I’m scared of torture. Of all that, not of you, pathetic mortal!

The fae’s lips formed the words I’m not scared of you, but not a sound came out. The greed with which the interrogator admired him… the glint in those eyes…

“I don’t have to tell you anything!”

The fae’s voice trembled treacherously.

“No, you don’t,” the interrogator agreed easily. “But you will. You’ll sing like a bird.”

He approached, twirling the knife in his fingers. The fae couldn’t take his eyes away. Firelight flickered off the sharp edge of the silver blade.

“We can still avoid all this.”

He gently traced the fae’s cheekbone with the tip of the knife. The fae squeezed his eyes shut, breath turning shallow. His body tensed, muscles going rigid, but he couldn’t do anything. The chains pinned him firmly to the table.

“I’ll ask nicely. Is there anything you’d like to tell me? As friends?”

“No,” the fae ground out through gritted teeth.

The interrogator’s lips curved in a predatory smile as he cupped the fae’s face with a palm. The fae froze, eyes snapping wide open.

“You know…”

The interrogator leaned closer, whispering into the fae’s pointy ear.

“I was actually afraid you’d say yes.”

His fingers dug into the fae’s flesh.

“It’s much more fun this way.”

[echo-goes-mmm]

Echo's Writing Masterpost

Ambrose and Elliot Masterpost

Ongoing

A runaway slave finds roadside inns and taverns perfect places to hide from his old master. That is, until the next stop has already heard of him.

Hoarding Behavior Masterpost

Ongoing

A village in the mountains risks angering its neighbor, a dragon. Unfortunately for a certain human, he's been chosen to be the peace offering. Hopefully the beast isn't hungry.

Juno Collection Masterpost

Ongoing

An ongoing collection of one shots featuring Juno, a shameless self insert (because cringe is dead and I have killed it).

Note: These one shots are not connected unless stated otherwise

Moonflower Masterpost

Ongoing

A stolen fae is forced into slavery. Tortured into giving up his true name, he doesn't feel much of anything anymore. Until he's given to Queen Iris, who wants to make a deal.

Old Friends Masterpost (FINISHED)

Finished, five parts

While captured by a notorious supervillain, Theo meets an old friend; one he thought was in prison.

(supervillain whumper + villain whumpee + hero carewhumpee)

Note: This was supposed to be a oneshot, but has expanded.

Second-Hand Goods Masterpost (FINISHED)

Finished, seven parts

Emmett is the newest victim of a local serial killer. Or at least, he would be if the murderer hadn't gotten bored halfway through. But apparently someone is still interested in him.

Silas and Wren Masterpost

First version discontinued, Rewrite Ongoing

A lonely vampire decides to venture into the mortal markets to purchase a slave. He's sick of having no one to talk to, and maybe some company will make him feel better. It's just a bonus if they taste good, too.

Oneshots

Anniversary Present (vampire whumper + possessiveness)

Bandit Scum (multiple whumpers + arrested)

Circle of Life (vampire whumper + whumper turned whumpee)

Evening Entertainment (non-con + forced to watch)

One Week (vampire whumper + forced to watch)

Quiet Backstage (noncon body mod + captivity)

Poker (Mafia + prostitution)

[all-the-gory-details]

I need a bit of help.

My recent rant about nonhuman whumpees has me inspired to write something, but I'm absolutely horrible at making decisions. So, as with most things, I'll force other people to do the work for me!

Which should I write first?

Selkie Whumpee

Vampire Whumpee

Tiny Whumpee

Fae/Fairy Whumpee

Demon Whumpee

Something else (lmk in comments)

Voting ended onJun 29, 2024

[whumpy-wyrms]

i am giving anton a slice of cheese for safe passage

ANYWAYS. theoretically what WOULD he actually try to test if he ever managed to snag aisling? sorry this lacks so much context to anyone not in the server but i gotta know… /nf

Anton thanks you for the slice of cheese and gobbles it up very quickly :3

so first off, Anton would be VERY fascinated by Aisling for the sole reason that he’s not human and he’s a fae. Anton has never met one of those before and he’d wanna learn all he could about what he is, where he came from and what he can do. he’d study him and his powers, learn about and observe the general characteristics of fae before he does any experiments. he’d wanna see his powers in action like glamour and magic, the stuff with names and deals. he’d probably find a way to get aisling’s name but like. if Anton has NO information about fae prior to this then he might accidentally give Aisling his name which would probably be bad. let’s just pretend he has the general knowledge of not to do that.

now that Anton knows everything Aisling can do and what his strengths and weakness are, he wants experiment on that guy!! yeah science!!!! he’d probably test the effects of iron on him but feel really bad about that afterwords. he’d test the limits of the mind control, see how far that could go. he’d wanna know how long term time in the human realm affects Aisling and how he changes without access to his source of magic or whatever. he’d wanna see how his immortality works, if he’s able to kill him and resurrect him or if it just makes him live forever. he’d just wanna find his limits and how far he can go pushing those limits.

then he’d probably try to see if he could harness or extract his magic from him. like he’d wanna figure out a way for humans to take a fae’s immortality for themselves, for example. he’d wanna see if he could modify his body (like how he gave Dew wings) and how his body would react to that. maybe Anton would try to make Aisling human, or turn himself into a fae. i don’t know how successful Anton would be but he’d basically just wanna test out anything and everything he can and see what works and doesn’t. this will probably all end badly but thatssss science

[whumpsday]

didn't wanna add my whump ramblings to this post where OP could be potentially weirded out by it but this post is sooo good.

but i can't help but think: what if it's a live, distressed fairy instead?

the fairy is actively fighting to keep themself awake and wading so they don't drown, fighting for their life inside the bottle

maybe the shelf is full of bottles of drowned fairies, and this one is supposed to be dead, but they just managed to last longer than is normal. most don't make it to the shelf alive

the bottle could be purchased by a caretaker who spends way more than they were expecting to when they woke up this morning, gets the terrified, exhausted, drunk fairy out, and cares for them

or, the bottle could be purchased by a whumper intrigued by this singular bottle with a live fairy, who could do any number of things after, now that the helpless fairy's all theirs

even if it's whumper, the fairy is just grateful to be transferred from a prison where they're fighting an inevitable death by drowning and will die if they fall asleep, to a prison where they can at least rest

maybe it's purchased by both, a couple who are about to learn quite a lot about their partner's levels of compassion for the non-human

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 26 - Sensory Saturday (Electrocution, burning, “This is going to sting.”)

OC Electra

TW/CW: Kidnapping, goverment-induced whump, magical whump, demon whumper, spirit/fae whumpee, fire, electrocution, hunting themed, sadistic whumper, Word count: 496

„When startled the prey might realize the predator is near too early and the hunt is unsuccessful."

"Its a standart mission, they commited a crime and are a threat against the empire. Remove them." "And?" "I don't care what you do with them as long as they stay gone."

Electra quietly entered the hall their target was in, with a snap of their fingers the magical warding and sigils they had drawn sprang to live and started doing their job, effectively restricting just about any usage of music but her own. Now the demoness stepped outside of her hiding space. Dressed in a perfectly fitted blue suit with the white hair pushed out of her face and a katana hanging on her hip.

"Now Whumpee, why don't we do this the easy way and you follow me?", she asked casually approaching the other.

The spirit whipped around, magic flaming up around their body, only to flicker and then go out completely.

Oh, the horror on their face was delicious. "Guess not then. The hard way then.", Electra grinned. "So be it." The demoness snapped her fingers again and threads of electricity flowed out of her fingerips, quickly skippping across the wooden floor and setting it on fire wherever it went.

The spirit looked around panicked, the lightning caused fire had quicly surrounded both of them in a narrow, enclipse shaped space. And despite not being a fire spirit they could tell that wasn't normal fire...Subconsciously they folded their beautiful butterly-eque wings and took one step forward, away from the flames. Unfortunately towards the demon-lady threatening them. "What do you want?!"

"Oh I just need you to come with me, simple."

"I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"Or you can stay here and have first your wings and then the rest of you get electrocuted and burned to a crisp without ever being allowed to die. Absorbed by my magic. Your choice.

"I'm not making a deal with you!", the spirit protested, and they knew they were giving ground with this.

And Electra knew it too. "I'm not asking you to." Next to her she drew the rough outshape of a door into the air, creating a king's blue shimmering portal.

The spirit tried once again to activate their magic but it was pointless. Surely there still had to be some people around, right? "HELP! HELP ME!"

Electra smiled, making another step forward. "Oh silly, nobody can hear you. Its just you and me." She drew the electrocuting fire closer around them both. "And I'm really your best choice here, so just follow me."

The spirit looked around panicked but they couldn't find a way out. Then I just have to way out from wherever she's taking me... And against the screaming in their head they followed the demoness' outstretched and gesturing hand through the portal. Only to end up in a singular room of a mansion that was even more of fortress than the fire enclosure.

I wanted to use this to write an example of how Electra also captures targets when on shadow missions.

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