Original and fan fiction. (M) and (F) indicate male and female whump. Please be mindful of warnings on each individual fic.

Another piece I wrote for the Whumplovers Collaborate gift exchange! This is a married modern Brumaria fic.

Kane and Bruno (mentioned) belong to Izzy.

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

Contains: lady whump, panic attack, flashbacks, fire, burns, referenced parental death, referenced murder, referenced guns, implied past noncon, referenced gang violence, PTSD, service dog

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“What do you think, Shadi? Can I manage to make eggs and toast without causing any disasters?” Kamaria shuts the refrigerator door and turns to look at the American Akita, who’s sitting at attention with her head tilted to one side. “Right, I know. You just want your own food.”

Opening a cabinet and pulling out a can of dog food, she sighs and shakes her head at herself. Bruno has rubbed off on her when it comes to the pets, talking to them like they can understand. If her father could see her now, carrying on a conversation with a dog…he’d probably declare her incompetent and shoot her on the spot. 

But he’s not here. Never will be again. And just to spite him, as she sets the bowl of food on the floor she declares, “There you go. At least we know I can handle that kind of food prep.”

Lainey and Isa

Whumpees:

Lainey

(Picrew: djarn)

She had a good life - family, boyfriend, job at a cute bookshop. But she also has magic, and not everyone is okay with that. So now she's trapped in a man's basement, trying her best to keep hope alive for both herself and the girl who was a stranger before all this started, and looking for a chance for them both to escape.

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Isabela

(Picrew: djarn)

Five years ago, she was snatched away from her family and friends and locked away by a man who hates people with magic. Ever since then, she's gone through countless horrors all on her own. But she's not alone anymore. Now she has someone else stuck here with her, and she's not sure if the hope that Lainey's optimism brings makes their situation better or worse.

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Whumper:

Sir

Lainey and Isa might not know his name, but his thoughts about them are clear - he's determined to both punish them for their magic, and figure out a way to cleanse them of it.

Here's another piece from the Whumplovers Collaborate gift exchange! This is much further along in Siren's story than the last piece I posted, taking place after she's been training for quite some time.

Masterlist

Contains: lady whump, living weapon, conditioned whumpee, branding, restraints, non-sexual partial nudity, dehumanization, muzzle, superpowered whumpee, referenced corporal punishment, brief ableism, collar, ASL user

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Siren had never been in this room before. A guard had come to her cell, like they normally did for training or for corrections, and brought her here, but she didn’t know yet what was going to happen. She hoped it was training. She didn’t think she’d done anything bad to need a correction, and she was so close to finishing her training.

So close to being a true weapon, to being ready for her handlers to use however they needed her. It would happen any day now, she was sure of it. She wanted it so badly. They’d be so pleased with her, and she’d get to go outside…

But she wasn’t supposed to want. That was one of the lessons she was still trying to learn, that she had to learn if she was really going to be a good weapon. She wasn’t allowed to want things, that was only for people, not weapons.

So she stood still against the wall, hands at her sides like they should be, and tried to make her thoughts quiet while she waited.

This is the earliest Siren piece I have written to date, created for the winter gift exchange on Whumplovers Collaborate.

Siren does not yet have a taglist, but I’m happy to make one for her if anyone is interested!

Masterlist

Contains: lady whump, dehumanization, shock collar, needles, lab setting, conditioned whumpee, restraints, muzzle, superpowered whumpee, captivity, sensory overload, panic, malnutrition

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Everything was always the same for the monster. She stayed in the cell, and people brought her food. If she moved or if they were angry, they hit her before they left. They didn’t talk to her much, except they liked to remind her that she was a monster. After two times bringing food, the lights would go off, and she would sleep. When the lights came on, she woke up and more food came. In between foods, she slept, and twisted her hair together, and practiced her hand signs that she made up in case she got to use them someday.

But then everything was not the same. The people came in, but they didn’t bring food. They brought chains to put around her wrists and ankles, and a sharp thing to push into her skin. The monster gasped because it hurt. That made the people grab her hair and pull back her head, and growl at her to behave. Behave meant to sit still and not move and not hurt anyone. She’d figured that out all on her own, because they said it so much.

She didn’t want to hurt them, though. They always thought she was going to hurt them, but she never did. She didn’t like hurting people. 

She was just scared. Everything was different, and she didn’t understand why.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keith & Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Additional Tags: Hurt Keith (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) Whump, Hurt Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Whump, POV Keith (Voltron), POV Lance (Voltron), POV Alternating, Keith & Lance (Voltron) Friendship, Captivity, Fantastic Racism, Drowning, Waterboarding, Beating, Gunshot Wounds, Protective Blue Lion (Voltron), Stitches, First Aid, Blood Loss Series: Part 8 of In which I whump Keith Summary:

Lance really wasn’t sure that they could afford to wait for help, even for a day. Those guards weren’t going to let up on hurting Keith anytime soon, it didn’t seem. The next time, they might very well kill him.

It was bad enough being stuck on the other side of that glass, watching them torture him. Lance wouldn’t ever be able to forgive himself if he sat there and let him die.

For the past 3 months, I’ve been working pretty exclusively on fics for a gift exchange (which y’all will get to see, too, once the author/artist reveal is done!), though I did take a brief break last week to write the Stabmas piece I posted. I have one more that I’m finishing up.

Meanwhile, I’ve racked up quite a list of things I want to write when I’m done. So help me decide what I’m gonna go for first! I’ll probably end up bouncing between at least a couple of these, because that’s how I get the most done. To make it more interesting, you don’t get the character/series, just the main trope (though some of you from discord may recognize what a few of these are).

It's the second annual celebration of Stabmas, hosted by the Slices of Whump discord server!

And yes, yet another new Brumaria AU. Bruno, as always, belongs to the brilliant and lovely Izzy (painful-pooch), and she wrote a good bit of his dialogue for this.

Happy Ides of March, everyone!

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

The Shadow of Death Masterlist

Contains: referenced lady whump, dude whump, stabbing, mild blood, referenced parental abuse, referenced noncon touch, touch aversion, referenced mass murder

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A million stars fill the night sky, a full moon illuminating the cobblestone drive and the tips of each of the castle’s spires. The heat of the day has faded, cool air brushing Kamaria’s bare shoulders and arms. 

It’s a perfect night for a ball. Or so most of Ethorcon seems to think, judging by the number of carriages parked outside, awaiting their owners. 

Kamaria marches past them all, uncaring of what the drivers and footmen may think of her less than dignified arrival. Reaching the steps, she hitches up the heavy silk skirts of her mother’s borrowed dress, only pausing her momentum once she reaches the towering front doors. The uniformed man standing there gives her an odd look. When she merely nods at him, doing her best to look down her nose like nobility are wont to do, he gives a slight bow and tugs open one door to let her inside.