Some make up hugs since they didn't get one in the comic 🤎

Some hurt/comfort for ya

[haikaveh🌱🏛] love a little kidnap and rescue :3c

reblogging my whumpy stuff here as usual

Aedan Part 9

Aedan sat in his cell, grooming his left wing back into some semblance of order, and thinking about what he was going to do when Robb brought him out again to ask him about changing sides.

Go back and think about your position, he’d said. As if Aedan had anything else to think about in here? He clearly hoped, or assumed, that once Aedan had thought about it he would see things Robb’s way.

You’ll have to tell him no again, obviously, he thought. Just with less crying this time. Aedan was ashamed of how he’d gone to pieces, wished he had explained in a more dignified way, but he hadn’t changed his mind on that much. The only kind of ‘help’ that Aedan could possibly give to the humans was to make them more effective at fighting wingfolk. Was this really any different to what Lucas had done?

No. That probably wasn’t fair. Robb thought he was looking out for Aedan, trying to help him.

But Aedan still had to tell him no.  

And then what would happen? Then they’d kill him? And send his head back to his uncle.

Aedan let his hands fall still in his lap. He stared, dry-eyed, at the opposite wall and wondered if he had it in him to be brave and hold his head high while that happened. It was like something out of a story, a dramatic tale of bravery and tragedy.

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“Right this way, sirs.”

Light flooded the large room when the door opened, and two strangers entered, followed by the slaver. Chains clattered in the room as the captives fought to free themselves, some snarling, others just glaring.

“We have a wide variety of slaves to choose from. The orcs and gnolls are particularly useful for your type of work.”

“Not necessary this time.” One man said with a dismissive wave. “We’re looking for cleaning slaves. Ones who can get into small areas and won’t make much fuss.”

The other man had taken to wandering about the room, looking into each cell. He was met with cursing and threats and snarls in most, until he came up to a large cell that almost appeared empty, except for a soft rattling of chains from the far corner.

The elf was small and thin. Unlike every other creature in the room, he wasn’t fighting the chains, he was trembling in them, terrified. His blue eyes grew wide as the man walked closer, and he cowered back with a whimper. His ears drooped, pulling some hair away from his face to reveal a mark over his eye and cheek. A noble tradition in most Elven clans. The boy must’ve been royalty.

“What’s the story with this one?”

The slaver turned and grinned. “Ah, this little elf is an interesting case. He’s from a royal family somewhere in the Northern woods.”

The first man peered at the elf before turning back to the slaver. “Did you capture him yourself?”

With a shake of his head, the man grinned. “That’s the interesting part. His family sold him to me. Disgraced little prince, I suppose. They didn’t tell me what he did and I didn’t ask.”

As they talked amongst themselves, the elf pulled his knees to his chest, tears slipping down his face. He was scared… so scared.

“We’ll take him.”

Reunion lovemaking. Whumpee and their loved one absorbing each other’s warmth, tasting each other’s quiet tears of release and relief, breaths hitching as recovering injuries strain against the motions. Just glad that, after everything they’ve gone through, they’re still here to complete and hold each other. 

All I want to do is write this scene where one character treats another character gently and the other one is just totally undone by it in a “this gentleness upsets me far more than all the traumatizing things that have happened to me in this entire story because the suffering was pretty much expected whereas this is just…outside of my comfort zone” and somehow this is difficult. 

YO can I get this but also with a side of “character being gentled starts to break down finally beginning to process how fucked up their past treatment actually was because holy shit they’re so close to tears over someone being so NICE to them, AND being reluctant to go into it with the character being gentle bc they’re afraid they’ll sound pathetic”?

The gentle character is terrified that they are doing something terribly wrong because the hair-stroking or hugging or whatever seems to be making the other character SO uncomfortable, but when they apologize and stop, the other character actually grabs their hand to keep them from going away.

And is not sure if they want it to continue or not because the kindness is making them break down and they’re not sure they’re ready to be so vulnerable (read: did not plan to ever be vulnerable again, like EVER) and so they’re acting really weird and maybe moody but also needy. But also trying NOT to look needy.

They are convinced to the bottom of their soul that this neediness will drive the other character away and must be hidden at all costs, but also it would be so nice and also totally impossible but it would be really nice if it was possible for the other character to see that neediness and… not be revolted by it? 

Trope I love:

Caretaker being stern but concerned, ya know?

Like,

“You are going to eat whether you like it or not!”

“Either I take your temperature, or I take you to the clinic. I think I know which choice you’d prefer.”

“Don’t tell me you’re fine if you’re not. I have eyes, you know.”

“What are you doing up?! Get back to bed!”

“You need to stay hydrated. Drink the water. I’m not leaving until you do.”

“No more blankets, no hot bath. I know you’re feeling cold but your fever is already too high.”

“If you so much as place one foot over the bed so help me I will strap you to it so you can’t leave.”

“If you had listened to me in the first place instead of insisting you were fine, maybe your throat wouldn’t be hurting so bad right now.”

“Even with your voice completely gone, I can still hear you insisting you’re fine. Well you’re not. So give it a rest and let me take care of you already.”

“With a fever this high, taking medicine is not optional!”

“If you had just taken it easy, like I told you to, this whole situation could have been avoided.”

Hands

The team finding the whumpee connected to machines and tubes, and being too afraid to get them out in case it’s something important.

Ch. 2 pg. 18 - 19 (first) (previous) (next later)

End of chapter 2.

Chapter 3 is in progress, so updates will be much slower from here on in. Maybe once every 2 or 3 weeks (each page takes 10-15 hours on average and I'm a full-time student)