A stoic Character who is getting tortured for days, finally is found and rescued by their teammates. To their great horror, they barely recognize them - their time in the captive situation left them broken and weak, and their team is genuinely scared when their usually stoic and strong leader lays in a hospital bed, pale, bloody and hurt, quietly crying with their back turned to the room. They're ashamed and scared, trying to hold back as much as possible, but they're also desperate for comfort. They don't know how to ask for it and their team doesn't know if it would be welcome. They awkwardly hover, not daring to come too close.
Eventually, the youngest/physically smallest teammate has enough. They carefully climb into bed to join their leader, wrapping themselves around them and hold them close. This is when they finally allow themselves to fully break down, held in the protective, warm arms of their teammate, all ranks be damned. It feels good to be held and loved and protected.
You actually made me tear up with this one. Well done.
hi folks it’s me here with another whumpee with like three other fans! if you’re one of them hi hi hi it’s been a hot second since i’ve written riker but i will always love to hurt him :) i hope you like this fic!
Several members of the Engineering division had been working on an experiment for a few days now. Riker had figured it was about time that he checked it out, if only to have something to say to Data during their shift when he inevitably brought up Geordi’s involvement.
It was a weird-looking thing. Various lengths of thin metal rods stuck out from a wall in one of the lab rooms. Strings of something were looped around the rods, with some kind of glowing material traveling along them. Riker stepped closer, touching one of the strings. A jolt of electricity zapped his fingers, and he pulled them away in surprise. He made up his mind to not touch anything else, and turned around to comm Geordi and ask him what all this was.
Just then, the ship jolted sharply, like it’d been hit, and he went stumbling backwards, slamming into one of the metal rods.
When the whumpee is shaking/trembling for whatever reason (pain? fear? panic? hypothermia? shock?) and the only thing that gets them to calm down is hugging and cuddling the nearest warm body? Big fave
Bonus: When the shaking/trembling is such a common signal the whumpee gives off when they’re uncomfortable that their caretaker makes sure to wrap their arms around them before it can get too bad
I love characters that have never been loved before experiencing it for the first time. They’re taken aback by softness. They’re confused by warm words and being cared for. They’re almost scared by the loving way they’re looked at. Fleeting tender touches send them reeling. Their heart almost feel like it’s going to burst. What does it mean? All they know is they don’t feel as though they deserve that, even if they reciprocate. It’s been proven time again that they’re unlovable and yet…
Being treated so gently feels so good and they aren’t sure they want it to stop.
Republic of Doyle is a Canadian comedy/drama show about private detective, Jake Doyle, and his family, which consists of his father, Malachy - a retired cop; Rose, his step mother; his niece, Tinny; and his Found Family younger brother, Des. It takes place in St. John’s, Newfoundland, and while a lot of the injuries are played for comedic effect, most of them are not. In almost every, single episode of a 6 year run, someone is injured.
If not specified who is being injured, it’s Jake.
1x1 hit in the face with door
1x2 punched by ex wife
1x3 beat up, kidnapped, broken ribs, hit in head with baseball bat, threatened at gunpoint
1x4 kneed in gut
1x5 punched in face, punched in neck, manhandled, punched by dad in face
1x6 covered in blood from being in front of someone who shot themselves, hit in face, knocked out, kidnapped, hands tied, pistol whipped, thrown in prison
1x7 kicked in knee, threatened at knife point, held at gunpoint, pushed to the ground,
1x8 fist fight, punched, kicked, slammed into wall
1x9 shot at, Des shot in bullet proof vest
1x10 manhandled, punched, hit with piece of metal,
1x11 Des hit in head, punched in face,
1x12 Christian covered in blood, Mal in hospital,
2x1 bar fight, kicked in nards, held at gunpoint, shot at,
2x2 slammed face first into car, undercover in prison, manhandled, face slammed into phone, karate chop to throat, mild concussion, prison fight, Des hit in the head with pipe,
2x4 hit by car
2x5 almost blown up
2x6 fight, falls in open grave, almost blown up, Leslie shot
2x8 Des tazed twice, after effect, Jake: knocked out with tire iron, kidnapped, minor concussion and stumbling around, knocked out with bottle over the head, tied to a chair and beaten, held at gunpoint, emotional whump telling the woman he loves to get lost to save her life, taken hostage
2x9 Des whump: memory problems, black eye, almost shot by cops, emotional whump, passes out from needle phobia after being stabbed in the arm, drugged against his will
2x10 beat up with baton by cop, beaten up by prize fighter,
2x11 pistol whipped, kidnapped, tied to chair
2x12 fist fight, knocked out, concussion
2x13 Des knocked out, kidnapped, breaks leg; Jake kidnapped by former partner, forced to rob a bank,
3x1 fight, punched in the face, kidnapped, knocked out, framed for murder, tied to chair, almost blown up, shot in leg
3x2 Des hit by car; Jake pistol whipped in face
3x3 concussed, punched in face
3x4 hit with bottle, punched in face, punched again
3x5 drugged against his will, kidnapped, tied to chair, out of it from higher dosage
3x6 accidentally kidnapped, flung around from back of armored vehicle, shot, almost asphyxiated, resulting fever, hit in wounded shoulder, passes out, taken to hospital, used as a human shield, falls roughly on injured shoulder, gets woozy from blood loss, handcuffed to bed, hugged harshly, wincing, passes out from blood loss, back in hospital
3x7 hit with bat, accidentally holds up a bank
3x8 dies in Leslie’s dream, prison fight, passes out,
3x9 hit over head with bottle, kidnapped at gunpoint, chloroformed, knocked out with bedpan
3x10 taken hostage, held at gunpoint, held at knife point, taken hostage again, fight, knocked out, punched in face,
3x11 Des knocked out, kidnapped
3x12 bar fight, choked, fight in a gym, punched through door, held at gunpoint, pistol whipped
3x13 Des shot
4x1 Des on crutches
4x2 Des taken hostage, hit in face by accident; brawl, hit with bat, knocked out with bat, taped to chair, tortured
4x3 Des arm on fire, Jake tied up, Jake knocked out with frying pan, Des knocked out twice and suffering concussion whole episode
4x4 knocked out with pipe
4x5 bottle over the head by Leslie, knocked out
4x7 punched in face, fight, hit with rifle, hostage, fight with former partner
4x8 Des knocked out , Des kidnapped; brief fight
4x9 kidnapped, doused in gasoline and almost blown up/set on fire
4x10 hit by car, broken ribs, nurses them for the whole episode, nightmares
4x11 Taken hostage in precinct by bomber along with Tinny and Des
4x12 prison break, shot at, fist fight, almost stabbed,
4x13 knocked out and almost thrown from a roof. kidnapped and thrown in a shipping container and shipped to Mexico
5x1 fight, tied up, arrested by la policia, knocked out, stuck in Mexican prison for 2 months, fight, almost shivved, blindfolded, knocked out, chained to steering wheel, almost crushed in compactor,
5x2 drugged, punched
5x3 almost blown up, handcuffed to fence
5x4 brained with a tire iron and thrown in the trunk,
5x6 drugged for half the episode, injured arm from multiple injections, hit with a tire iron
5x7 electrocuted, taken hostage, shot at running through the woods
5x8 taken hostage in robbery,
5x9 punched in the gut
5x10 Des kidnapped, gagged with grenade
5x11 Malachy shot, Jake hit in face with paint can,
5x12 car accident, knocked out, kidnapped,
5x13 held hostage,
5x15 almost blown up, framed for murder
5x16 Leslie buried alive ; Jake drugged, kidnapped, hit in face with gun, tasered, fist fight, hit in face with wrench
6x1 prison yard fight, almost burned alive
6x4 kidnapped, tied to chair, manhandled, tied to rafters and beaten,
6x6 knocked out with iron; Des gassed
6x9 almost blown up, stabbed with broken bottle, Des beaten to pulp,
6x10 still bleeding from stab wound, Des still in hospital from beating, passes out from blood loss, Malachy tied to chair and beaten, Leslie shot and in a fight, Jake fight, punched in injury,
The professor has noticed his student, [X] has been… off lately. University students get tired, that’s a given. He’s yet to meet a single fourth year med student who knew how to manage their time properly.
But [X] didn’t just seem tired, it was like he wasn’t even there anymore. His eyes had taken on a glassy sheen to them the past few lessons and he hadn’t been as vocal when offering answers.
And now today he was definitely swaying. Just standing he was swaying. He’s twenty-two and definitely not drunk, his balance should be fine.
[X],” the professor calls, “see me after class.” The command prompts its fair share of confusion and childish whispering.
After class [X] approaches timidly, and the bags under his eyes are even more pronounced, coupled with dark circles that looked like bruises. “Did I do something wrong Professor?” [X] asks.
“No, I just wanted to make sure you were feeling alright, you seemed… tired today.”
“We’re all tired Professor,” [X] tries to grin. He sits on a lab bench and the professor isn’t entirely sure it’s just because he doesn’t want to stand. “I’m fine, midterms have been rough but I’m good.”
“Alright…” the professor isn’t entirely swayed but there’s little he can do at the moment. “I’ll see you on Wednesday.”
“Yes sir, see you then.”
[X] stands and drops his textbook, scattering a few sheets of paper he’d tucked in there. The professor moves closer to help as [X] curses, [X] bends down to grab the textbook and pops back up.
The professor barely has time to process what’s happening as [X]’s eyes roll to the back of his head and he slumps forward, caught just in time only due to the professor’s quick reflexes.
“[X]? [X]?!” The professor lowers them both to the floor and presses a hand against [X]’s forehead. Burning. “I would have omitted your attendance and assignment grade today, you foolish boy.”
Rhett’s lost track of time. He doesn’t remember anything
after being rescued. Being in Elijah’s arms, and… the stranger carrying him.
Suddenly, he’s lying on a familiar cot in Leslie’s home.
She’s talking to him. They all are. Asking him questions he can’t
focus on enough to register, let alone answer. He blinks slowly, and Leslie
shoos everyone away. He cringes from the movement.
“Sorry. Just relax, okay?”
Everyone steps away, and they talk quietly amongst
themselves. Rhett watches them for a moment before turning away. His eyes
wander around the familiar surroundings, and two little balls of light fly over
to him. As if sensing that he’s a little anxious, they hover far enough away
that he can just reach them if he wants. Suddenly remembering them, he smiles
and holds out a hand. “Hey, little guys.”
Without hesitation, the sprites swirl around his hand and
practically nuzzle up to him. His smile grows.
Elijah’s voice snaps his focus to him. Seeing how concerned
he looks makes him anxious, which the prince seems to realize. He quickly
smiles at him. “I just have a quick question for you.” There’s a pause,
making sure Rhett understands what he said. “What’s the last date you
Strange question. Rhett takes a second. What is the
last date he can clearly remember? “Um… the festival. I remember the
Festival of The Gods.” Rhett sees the shock on his boyfriend’s face. “Why?
How long ago was that?”
“Rhett… that was over a month ago.”
His eyes widen. A month– he’s been gone for over a month? He
glances over and sees Elijah is back with the others, talking to them. He tries
to listen to what they’re saying, but sort of zones out again. Until he hears
his love let out a squeak.
“Wha– L-Les, are you… are you s-sure?” His voice is shaking,
so are his hands. Leslie nods and replies, although she’s speaking too softly
for Rhett to decipher. Elijah suddenly starts sobbing.
Ignoring his pain, Rhett weakly sits up. “Eli…?” He
looks concerned. Sounds concerned.
The prince moves over to him, sitting by the bed as he tries
to control his tears.
“Darling… what’s wrong?”
Arms wrap around him again, Elijah’s face burying in his
shirt. “I’m so sorry, Rhett… I’m so sorry…” he sniffles, still crying. The
apology just confuses Rhett more.
“Why are you sorry?”
“If… i-if I’d found you sooner, y-you wouldn’t… wouldn’t’ve
gone through th-that…”
Rhett doesn’t say anything. He’s still confused. What he
went through? He doesn’t even remember what he went through. He pulls Elijah
into his arms.
“Nothing is your fault, Elijah. Please don’t blame
yourself.” He smiles slightly as the prince looks up at him, and he gently
wipes his tears away before kissing him. He doesn’t care what happened to him.
He’s with his love, and that’s all that matters.
Fire and Water - team thinks he’s dead (great emotional whump) but hes been captured and then gets kinda tortured (is is it torture if you willing put yourself through it? Anyway theres a lot of pain and hes strapped down. Its good.)
Need - forced drug addiction, withdrawal, emotional breakdown and one of the best hugs in the whole show
The Light - another drug addiction and the withdrawal makes him so depressed he ends up on the balcony of his apartment and then his body starts to shut down
Legacy - infected by alien species that makes him schizophrenic. White room whump and lots of worry and caretaking from the team.
Meridian - SO FUCKING SAD!!! Character death to for this eppy. He is hit with a massive dose of radiation being the selfless hero he is and dies from it (dont worry daniel never stays dead forever. This was a full season though and it was hard)
Forever in a Day - a mix of emotional and physical whump when he finally finds his wife whi was taken as a host by an alien patasite and then she dies.
The First Ones - captured by alien species and tied up, dragged through the woods. Good times. Love Chaka.
Lifeboat - the minds of a dozen people are put into his body against his will and it threatens both his life and sanity
Evolution (both parts) - taken captive by a group of terrorists while on an archaeological dig back on Earth. Tortured, shot, the works. Its great.
The Quest (part 2 is the whumpy one) - often forgotten but a favorite of mine. He takes the mind of Merlin (yes. Merlin.) into his own mind and it’s too much for his body to handle and he slowly gets weaker and begins to lose himself.
Gamekeeper - Daniel is forced to relive the day his parents died over and over and over again.
Within the Serpent’s Grasp and The Serpent’s Lair- Shot by a staff weapon and theres a lot of blood and the team is forced to leave him behind and they think he dies. Later has one of the other best hugs in the show (Spacemonkey)
Transformers has a lot of quotable lines, especially from the animated movie, but “I’ve heard it said that we only gain wisdom through suffering, and tonight I intend to make you very wise” is so fucking raw and needs more appreciation
“Okay, I’m in place,” Hero whispered into their comm, their eyes sweeping the dimly lit bar. If they hadn’t known better, they would have said the building was just a strip club. Except the stage set above the patrons didn’t have a pole, everyone wore mascarade masks to hide their identities, and they had to put up ten grand just to get in the door.
“Any sign of the target?” Sidekick’s voice asked in their ear. Hero did another sweep of the room, looking for Villain, who the team had put together was the mastermind behind the local underground slave trade. They had found documents about it in their hideout. Villain has been seen sneaking around this building, had been linked to suspected buyers. It was the only reason Hero’s team had found out about the business in the first place.
“Not yet… it’s starting,” Hero whispered back, taking a sip of their drink to hide their one-sided conversation
The lights dimmed even further. The low buzz of voices quieted. A man walked out on stage, clapped his hands and announced the auction would begin, but still, Villain was nowhere to be found.
The first “wares” started to come out. Hero sat and watched in silent fury, knowing there was nothing they could do. Busting one auction house wouldn’t stop the entire chain. They needed to find the top and cut off its head, before it would make a difference in the long run. One after another, men and women alike snatched up by mysterious buyers, until finally the event was wrapping up, and they hadn’t caught a glimpse of Villain or anyone else in charge.
That was, until the last “slave” was forced on stage.
Valerie only goes to the seaside once a year, and he always looks forward to it. This is the first time he can share it with Eos, too, and perhaps the first time Eos has gotten to have time to himself to go swimming. The eclipse incident had its blessings, underneath it all.
“Eos, the water’s perfect!” Valerie exclaims, smiling as he walks into the gently rolling surf. “You should come join me!”
“It’s not too cold?” Eos eyes the water with some trepidation. His scarred chest is bared to the sun, a sight Valerie is glad to have all to himself.
The Prince shakes his head. “It’s perfect, I promise.” He smiles and beckons his beloved forward.
Eos hesitates a moment more, then walks forward. He gives a small start when his feet enter the water, but as he wades in to his thighs, he smiles and relaxes. “Oh, this is quite nice,” he agrees.
Valerie beams, the wind whipping his braid out of its pinned-up hold and out behind him. “Oh–oh, my hairpin!” he says, dismayed as he watches it fly out to sea and splash in the water. He sighs and slides his goggles over his eyes, tightening them in place. “I’ll be right back, Eos.”
Eos nods and wades deeper into the water, getting used to the feel of the waves lapping around his body. This is nice, he decides, watching Valerie swim out to the deeper waters and dive under in search of his pin. He never got to go swimming before, not even before he was a Paladin.
He doesn’t realize something is wrong until he sees frantic splashes from where Valerie’s pin disappeared.
The former Paladin immediately leaps into action, throwing himself forward in the water and propelling his bulky body forward. The salt stings his eyes, but he forces them to stay open. Valerie is trying to tug his hand free from some jagged rocks, each pull releasing more blood. He looks over when Eos swims into view, desperation plain on his face even with the goggles.
Eos moves in close, grabbing hold of the rocks. Quickly, he has to act quickly before his Prince has to breathe–
–but there’s a horrible gasping noise, and Valerie’s mouth opens, bubbles of trapped air escaping as seawater floods his lungs. He gags, and Eos pulls hard, breaking the rocks away and freeing Valerie’s trapped wrist. He grabs his Prince around the waist and swims up to the surface.
Valerie is limp when they break through to the air, head lolling back heavily with the weight of his hair. Eos keeps him above the waves as he struggles to breathe with seawater in his lungs, swimming one-armed back to shore. He sets the Prince down on the wet sand, pushing upwards against his diaphragm, encouraging him to cough.
He does, wetly, violently, water burbling up over his lips. Valerie weakly turns over on the sand, heaving up water and then bile. Eos rubs his back gently, giving him gentle thumps to help. When Valerie finally wears himself out coughing, he collapses onto the wet sand.
“You’re alright,” Eos says, gathering his shivering Prince up into his arms and standing. “Come, dearest, let’s get back inside.”
In the summer house, servants rush to get things ready for Valerie as soon as they see Eos carry him inside. A bath is drawn to warm him up and rid his body and hair of salt and sand, and throat drops are sent for. Eos’s eyes sting from the salt of the sea, but he stops only briefly to scrub them out with a washcloth and cool water before seeing to Valerie.
The Prince is limp and only the least bit responsive as Eos cares for him, cleaning his scraped and cut wrist and wrapping it before undressing him and lowering him into the bath. He scrubs his hair thoroughly but gently, using Valerie’s favorite shampoo and a soft cloth for his body. He seems a little more alert after the care, leaning into Eos’s touches and drying himself off after the bath.
“Thank you, Eos,” Valerie rasps as his beloved helps him into pajamas and a robe, over to the bed. “That was–that was a bit foolish of me.”
“I must apologize,” Eos says, running a brush through Valerie’s freshly washed hair to rid it of tangles. “I forgot that I could not sense danger… I wish I had acted sooner.”
Valerie shakes his head, then tilts it back into the brushing, eyes closed sleepily. “Will you lie with me?”
“In a bit.” Eos smiles softly. “I’m a bit crusty myself, dear one.”
Valerie nods. After Eos has had a bath and Valerie has had some tea and a soothing throat drop, they collapse on the bed together for an afternoon nap.
I don’t want you to change. I want you toalways be you.
i love nothing more than fics where Merlin is punished for having the audacity to speak back to his betters, and he kind of balks because the knights and Arthur lowkey love the fact that he treats them like people? but then he’s beaten into submission and starts being obedient. (the problem is solved and his attacker pays for what they did or comes to their senses and apologizes, but it takes a bit for Merlin to get back to his old, carefree self.)
Oh man, those are the BEST kinds of Merlin fics!!! I’m a huge sucker for that plot! When a visiting knight or nobleman witnesses him being “disobedient” to Arthur and the Knights of Camelot (but really it’s just their normal joking around) and they take it upon themselves to punish him for forgetting his place.
Y’all got any of those fics lying around??
@whumpadoodle Oh boy do I! These are my favorites (some of these fall more under the “visiting nobleman treats Merlin like shit because he’s a servant and pisses off Arthur” rather than strictly “sees Merlin being disobedient and decides to punish”):
Rowan steps into the living quarters, trying his best to keep his palms from sweating. He’s seeking out his father, which is terrifying because usually, it’s the other way around and almost always means Rowan is going to be punished.
“I fixed it,” he says, breathless. His father doesn’t look up from his book.
Rowan swallows hard.
Silence. His father licks his finger and flips the page.
Look at him. Look at your son.
Rowan uses his telepathy, instantly regretting it. Must he rely on his magic so much? He despises himself, his powers. That’s how he was raised. Hated. Punished for something out of his control.
His father finally turns his head. When he sees Rowan, something changes in his eyes.
“Holy stars…” the man murmurs. His surprise gives Rowan hope. Maybe his trick will work.
“Do you see it, Da? I’m…I’m not a maji anymore.”
His father grunts and stands up from his chair, moving to look closer at his son.
“So you dyed your hair, eh?”
“It’s not dyed.” A lie, smooth and spoken without hesitation. His hair wasn’t colored by any natural means. Magic turned it from the color of fresh snow to an oaken brown.
“Your demon eyes. They’re changed too.”
Rowan holds back a flinch. Demon eyes. He forces a small smile. “I like them better this way, don’t you? They’re the same green as yours.”
This is how I would have looked if I hadn’t been born a maji.
The man reaches to take hold of Rowan’s hair. The boy flinches, expecting the same harsh grip used to drag him to the hand-carved mahogany cabinet where his father keeps the willow switch. Instead, he feels soft fingers combing through his hair. His father pulls his hand back, staring at it. Inspecting it, Rowan realizes, for traces of dye.
“I…I promise I’m different now.”
The man looks up sharply, glaring into his eyes. Is he looking for any flecks of amethyst he might have missed?
“Are you lyin’ to me?” he growls.
Rowan swallows around the lump in his throat, desperate tears welling up in his eyes. “No, Da. No, I’m just like you now. I’m…I’m normal.” Then, with great pain: “You don’t have to be afraid of me anymore.”
He feels a hand strike his cheek, heat rising across the skin. Be still, he begs his magic. It listens.
“I’ve never been afraid of you,” his father hisses, and Rowan waits for another slap.
He waits for that hand twisting through his hair, pulling at the roots as he’s dragged out of the room and cast into a corner. He waits for the sound of the cabinet opening, closing, and the sound of a switch thrashing through the air to strike him like it has so many times before. He waits for pain, more excruciating pain, so when his father pulls him into his arms and embraces him, he doesn’t know what to do.
His father’s shoulders shake and it takes a moment for Rowan to realize he’s crying. It takes every ounce of strength for him to wrap his arms around the man who has despised him for so long. His cheek still burns from the slap, but he ignores the pain.
“It’s okay, Da. It’s…everything’s okay.”
He stands there for a long, long moment, familiarizing himself with the feeling of his father’s arms wrapped around him. It scares him, finally experiencing this love he’s ached for since he was a small child. He wonders if it’s real, or if he’s only imagining it. At any moment he’ll snap out of this magic-induced daydream to find himself facing the wall, choking on a scream, tears streaming from his amethyst eyes as the switch slices into his bare back.
But he doesn’t because it’s not a dream. It’s real. As real as the magic still pulsing through his veins.
Then he pulls away. Rests his hand on Rowan’s shoulder.
“Stay here,” he orders. He leaves the room, and Rowan hears the back door creak open. The boy doesn’t move an inch. He stays exactly where he is, as if his feet are made of heavy stone. He will obey. He’ll prove he is a good son, not a detestable maji.
Minutes pass. Rowan begins to doubt himself. Was it the back door? Or did his father open the cabinet? But if he did, why would he take so long just to get the switch? And Rowan had done so well too, spending hours in front of the mirror altering his strikingly maji appearance. Changing every strand of white hair, every fleck of purple in his eyes. And each time his father has punished him, he’s forced his magic down, training himself to stay in the present moment instead of letting his power take his mind to other places. He chose to feel every stinging slice of the willow switch with perfect clarity, reminding himself it would all be worth it if he could just keep his magic from protecting him from the pain.
But what good will all of his work do if his father has caught him in such a falsehood?
He wonders if this was too much, too obvious. His father is an intelligent man. No doubt he has seen right through Rowan. At this very moment, he must be deciding how to deal with his disappointment of a son. The willow switch would be too kind now. He hasn’t learned his lesson, so something harsher will be in order. A night in the stocks, how the servants are punished, would not be enough. He imagines he’ll be beaten with a whip, one with uneven shards of glass embedded in the cords, then locked in the cellar, left in the cold, damp and dark. Forgotten.
Rowan shudders. The more he thinks of all the horrible punishments his father could inflict, the more he wishes he hadn’t tried to pretend in the first place. Painful as the beatings were, he could take them. But he has never lied so greatly to his father, and the fear of being caught in such a horrible lie is overwhelming.
His heart begins to pound heavily in his chest, beating too fast, too fast, too fast. When he tries to breathe, it’s shallow and comes in soft gasps. He lied. He lied to his father, and nothing good will come of it. He’ll never get another chance.
His father has returned, a frown marking his face. It doesn’t look to be an angry frown, but Rowan convinces himself it’s the calm sort of look his father wears when he’s at his worst.
He takes a step closer and Rowan jolts backward. Pressing his back to the wall, he throws his arms up to shield himself. Tears stream down his cheeks. He shuts his eyes tight, whimpering as he waits for his father’s blows to fall upon him without mercy. He’s going to kill him. This time, he’s going to kill him.
“Rowan,” barks his father.
“Pl-please…d-d-don’t hurt m-me,” he begs, choking back sobs. “I’m s-sorry…f-for being a d-d-demon…I just…I just w-wanted you to love…love me…please, I’m s-sorry.”
“Rowan, stop crying.” He flinches as his father’s calloused hands grasp him by the arms and pull him up. “Look at me.”
With a soft whimper, he forces himself to open his eyes.
“You’re perfect now,” his father murmurs. He’s smiling. Smiling. At him.
Rowan swipes a hand across his wet face. “You…you d-don’t hate me?”
“Why should I hate you? Are you still a demon?” The man laughs and gestures toward the door. “It’s time for supper. The servants have set the table outside. Come.”
A moment passes before Rowan wipes his face and follows him outside. Lanterns hang from the rafters, orange flames mimicking the sun fading in the dusky sky. Servants stand nearby, ready to serve their master from the assortment of delicacies arranged across the table. Rowan feels their eyes lingering upon him and his altered features. Do they know? Can they see through his lie?
One of the servants slowly moves forward, setting an empty plate on the rug beside her master’s chair. Rowan hesitates. This is where he always sits, not at the table with his father, but at his feet like a housepet. His plate is never filled with rich foods, only table scraps. In Illesindam, maji are plentiful yet still respected by nobles. Anywhere else in Réaltra, to be in the presence of a maji is a great honor. But in his father’s house, Rowan is held even lower than the servants. The dirt under his feet is more respected.
But this time, his father waves the servant away. “No, Seriph. My son will dine at the table tonight.”
She nods and sets the plate on the table while another servant pulls out a chair for Rowan to sit in. Across the table, his father smiles. It’s so kind it makes Rowan’s heart sink inside him. “And every night after this.”
Rowan returns the smile, but his stomach turns. He’s gained his father’s affection by lying. His magic still swirls inside him, bitter and angry like the scars that line his back and arms beneath his tunic. Years of abuse, all for being maji. Years of torment forgotten by his father in an instant.
Lifting his fork, he spears a piece of seared dragon fruit. He locks eyes with his father and smiles again. Behind Rowan’s soft green eyes and brown hair is the same maji who has inhabited this body for nineteen years. The same maji offspring his father despises. And as he smiles, a single thought forms in his mind.
I hope you’re happy now.
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I am homeless. Yes, guys, we finally finished packing. I live in a car with three dogs and my ill mom. A Fiat, mind you, a small two door Fiat.
My dogs do not appreciate this.
My mom is trying to find a job, but things are difficult because she’s sick. She can’t stand long, she can’t be stressed. Her work ethic - what she was known for in her field [the one she got her graduate degree in] - is gone. Sometimes she doesn’t act like herself, and I don’t know if it’s because she’s sick, or because she’s stressed out.
I cannot get a job, as I have classes I have to take. There aren’t enough hours in the day for me to work and go to school, not while I’m out of my medication [which isn’t completely covered by my shitty insurance].
Now, unsurprisingly, homeless people in America still have things to pay for. The car, for example, is 320 a month. The two storage lockers where we’re holding all of our stuff? 200. My medication? 40. Dinner for tonight so we don’t have to go to bed hungry? 20. Anything helps.
Look, even just a reblog would be great, we’re really getting desperate here. I’m putting my mom’s Pay Pal below, just in case anyone wants to help out.