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(Days 5 and 25 of Whumpay)

This piece is for the original Kestrel Sisters AU (not the BBU version). Leigh and Liliana have been kidnapped by Leigh’s former whumper, Malcolm, and are being held in an abandoned warehouse.

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Warnings: lady whumpees with male whumper, captivity, referenced parental death/abandonment, homelessness, starvation, touch repulsion, touch starvation, implied torture, self-deprecating thoughts

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It’s quiet in the dark concrete room. Leigh is awake, but silent, insisting on ‘keeping watch’ even though they’re both aware by now that she won’t be able to do anything to stop Malcolm if he comes for one of them.

Liliana is supposed to be asleep. She’s curled up in the corner, shivering, arms wrapped around her middle as if she could possibly hold in some warmth or ease the cramps in her empty stomach. It isn’t the first time she’s needed to sleep in the cold, and it’s certainly not the first time she’s gone hungry. Hunger has become such a familiar part of her life over the past two years that she wouldn’t know who she was without it.

(Day 9 for Whumptober 2021)

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee (no whumper), trauma, referenced parental abandonment, touch repulsion, touch starvation, anger

No. 9 - RUMORS OF MY DEATH HAVE BEEN GREATLY EXAGGERATED

presumed dead | (blind) rage | tears

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Something is building up inside of Liliana. She’s not sure what it is, but it presses against her chest, her temples. It makes her stomach clench and her eyes burn. Sometimes she thinks it’s a happy feeling, others it seems it can’t possibly be, not with how much it aches.

She feels like she’s going to explode.

Every day that passes she’s more confused. There’s so much bad in the world, so many people that have hurt her, so many people that she’s convinced still would hurt her if given the chance. But this place, these people...they’ve been nothing but kind. They’ve accepted her into their midst and showered her with patience and gentleness ever since they first met her. 

(Day 6 of Whumptober 2021)

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee, self-deprecating thoughts, touch-starvation

No. 6 - TOUCH AND GO

bruises | touch starved | hunger

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The clanging of swords fills the storeroom at an almost deafening pitch, but the two of them are used to the noise by now. They’ve been meeting down here night after night for a week and a half, and their bouts have gotten more and more rapid. Adelaide still isn’t up to full speed, though. Even if her brain and body were accustomed enough to the moves to be able to keep up a fast pace, her body is so sore these days that every step is a chore.

The first couple of days she had sore muscles that she didn’t even realize she had been using so much. Her right arm, in particular, trembled every time she tried to raise it from her side, unused to holding the weight of even the smaller sword for such a long time.

(Prompt #16 for Summer of Whump)

So, only like a couple of paragraphs of this ended up filling the prompt, but...*shrugs* Let me know if I missed any tags!

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Warnings: lady whumpee, teenage whumpee, mental hospital/prison vibes, foster care mention, fantastic prejudice, burns, touch-starvation, mild accidental self-harm

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The facility Liliana is brought to is not what she expected. It’s not a prison, as a small part of her feared, but it’s certainly not a traditional foster home, either. It actually gives her vibes of a hospital, or of the nursing home where she used to visit her abuela. 

White walls, white tile floors. A reception desk. A lounge area with uncomfortable-looking grey couches, a cruddy tv, and a couple of tables with chairs. And from there, long hallways branching off, filled with closed blue doors. 

She’s handed off to a man with a permanent scowl who walks so briskly she can hardly keep up. He rattles off a list of rules, and she struggles to keep up with those, too.