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crying omg thank u!!!! the found family is so strong in this one and its heartbreaking because calyx finally has this comfort but it's inevitably going to shatter... </3

also SO glad you liked the ending genuinely its one of our favourite things we've ever written :-)

#9 - wait

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hell fucking yes. this is my new favourite chapter (im gonna say this about all of them btw).

summary: hi calyx :) you're safe now right :) picks up from calyx's pov of the back end of the intervention scene

cw: threats, fear, aftermath of whump, guilt and self-blame, compliant whumpee, paranoia, nightmares, sleep deprivation, crying/breakdowns, recovery whump, self-harm

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Day 10

After the… incident in the kitchen, everyone dispersed, but Calyx didn't move. Couldn't move. They held Tom, knowing that they were gripping too hard, feeling their own limbs go numb from stillness and knowing that his would be doing the same - but her threat, before she'd vanished, rang clear and certain in their ears.

You think you're going to get out of this? You're mine. Enjoy yourself, Calyx. It won't last long. Just wait.

She had been angry. Angrier than they'd ever seen her. She had thrown a knife at them, but they dodged it before they felt the stabbing pain in their shoulder again. She had looked around at all their friends and told them to pick. It was not bravery that made them hold their tongue. Then, when they were on the floor and shaking, her tone shifted, and Calyx knew that this one - the lower, cooler cadence - this was worse. This was her anger. This was the threat.

It won't last long. Just wait.

Now, on the floor, Calyx replayed every moment. The first day, in that house (that fucking house, their stupid naivety, their relentless optimism) - their date with Leo, invisible knives pointed at their friends throats, whispered apologies, nightmares, pain, pain, pain, fear. All the weeks blended together. All the bruises, the bootprints, the terror, it was all the same. Sharp nodes of painful memory jutted out, rocks in a stormy sea.

Claws by Elene's throat. Their arm. Their own blood, covering sheets of paper - they knew the rules, they knew the fucking rules, why couldn't they have just followed the fucking rules -

But they did. They had. And somehow, they still fucked up. Somehow, they had put more people in danger than they ever could have imagined.

After the dizzy rush led by Clem - the one that Calyx had completely ignored, even as guilt screamed at them to get up and help, everyone had piled into the living room. It was late. None of them wanted to sleep. It was a sombre, unsteady atmosphere.

A storm was roaring outside, and Calyx jumped at every knock of tree branches on the window, covered their eyes after every crash of thunder. They had never been scared of storms, but every loud noise was violent now. Having the lights on helped. Having their family around them helped. Sitting half in Tom's lap helped.

Not completely, though. Not completely. Calyx didn't think anything would erase the threat from their mind. Not now, maybe never. There was always the promise that she'd come back. Now that everything was out, Calyx had no idea what she'd do.

She'd said once that she wouldn't kill them. Fear clouded their mind, and they couldn't remember the conditions for that promise. Was this still fun for her? They didn't know if they wanted it to be.

Elene was on the phone, speaking quietly and urgently to someone - a protection expert, asking how long it would take for a ward she wasn't powerful enough to cast herself to get installed. Clem and Ali listened, adding their input when they could.

"We can't just let her walk in here."

"No, no, we need it now."

"This is serious, okay? Are you going to do it or not?"

It was strange, hearing such intense urgency from Elene. Calyx heard all the words as if they were underwater.

Everyone else was quiet.

Calyx was so tense it hurt. Everything was happening around them, for them, and their brain felt ten steps behind. They were still processing the look on Tom's face when they'd yelled at him. That was hours ago.

"This is a lot," they whispered to him now. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Is she back?"

They shook their head without looking at him, then remembered how much they'd lied, and winced. "She really isn't. It's -" they broke off, pressing a hand to their forehead. They were still whispering. "It's sort of scarier like this. I don't - it's not nice when she's angry, but…"

"At least you know where you stand."

"Yeah."

A crash of thunder, and they flinched so hard that they bit their tongue. They swore quietly, swallowing blood.

Ali looked at Calyx, and the memory of magic so heady and intense that it was almost blinding to resist made bile rise up in their throat.

"You, um. You should sleep."

Calyx knew why they'd done it. Calyx still hated them a little.

"She's coming back. She's going to come back."

Ali bit back whatever they were going to say. "Look, I - I know you might not want this. It's a sort of curse, we think - you know, the... marking. Being able to see her, hear her. I can try to break it. It might give you some reprieve."

No magic. They did not want to break another rule, not when she was as furious as she was already. If they behaved, if they kept being good, maybe she'd be -

They shook their head, dismissing the thought and refusing Ali's offer in equal measure. Leniency wasn't her style.

"I'm not seeing her," they said.

Ali shrugged, but Calyx could see that they were tense. "Okay. Offer stands."

Day 9

Calyx couldn't sleep. They didn't sleep for the whole night, awake and afraid, sat up in bed holding Tom's hand, even when he dozed off while sitting by their side. They couldn't bear to let go. They couldn't eat. They could hardly move. They checked their university schedule out of habit, a sick heavy feeling setting in as they saw all the things that they were going to miss - knowing full well that they would not be stepping one foot out of the house.

Things kept happening around them. People stepped around them, as if they were afraid that bumping into them would make them shatter into pieces. Tom offered to help them change - they didn't wear pyjamas to bed, just falling into it in their clothes. Mutely, they shook their head.

They locked themselves in the bathroom, and immediately unlocked it to step back out, shaking. They saw K around every corner. In every mirror. In every reflective surface, even, behind them, always behind them. Ready and waiting and powerful and angry. They had fucked up so badly.

Everyone looked at them like they were a fragile pane of glass, and they felt like one. They felt like a ghost. Like they were -

"Terrified. I'm terrified." It was getting easier and easier to admit it, but it didn't make it any easier to swallow.

Clem's voice, low and comforting. "I know. I'm sorry. We're putting up a fight, okay? You aren't alone."

"She's really good."

"We can be better. She can't take all of us."

Something about the reassurance stung, felt wrong. Calyx wasn't sure what. They felt slow, like they were walking -

Through woods with chains around their limbs, long and dragging, clinking, getting caught on branches and tripping them up, and she was coming, she was always coming, she'd always be behind them and five steps ahead at the same time, she wouldn't leave them alone, she was going to come and prove that all of this was a farce, just loosening the leash in a false mockery of freedom -

Calyx jerked awake on the couch and caught Ada's eyes as they clutched their chest in an attempt to stop hyperventilating.

I'm okay, they tried to say, but no words came out.

Don't lie, Calyx. Was it her voice? Theirs?

"I don't know what's going on," they landed on eventually.

"It'll get better." Ada sounded calm, sounded like she believed it. She was kneeling on the floor, holding both their hands in hers.

Calyx didn't believe it. There was an ache in their bones that they were not sure would ever leave.

Day 8

They asked Ali to cast that spell - the one that'd break the curse.

"Just so I can sleep." They hadn't. Not properly, in a bed, lying down. Not since everyone had found out. The knowledge that she could show up at any time was wrecking them, but the sleep deprivation was killing them too. The brief nightmares they'd had while passed out on the couch were enough to swear them off sleeping forever. Shadows in the corner of their vision made them jump and scare everyone else. They reminded themselves that this was unsustainable, that it wasn't fair to stress everyone else out just because they didn't want to sleep. Or use magic. She wasn't going to go easy on them anyway. When she decided to show up. When. It was a when, not an if.

Ali's magic felt like wind. The truth spell had felt like a gust powerful enough to throw them off their feet. This one felt like… a warm breeze in summer.

Calyx didn't know how much tension they were holding till it released, and when it did, they cried.

They cried, and cried, and could not stop crying, relentless, intense, shaking sobs. They stunned themselves with how much capacity they had to cry. Their friends came to check on them, and every time they saw any of them, they tried to stop but just cried harder. When it was over, they felt wrung out like a ragdoll. Exhausted. Free, for the first time in months. They didn't know if it would last. They were grateful for it anyway.

"That helped," they croaked. "Thank you."

Ali smiled. "I'm glad. Sleep well, Calyx."

(They did. All day. Dreamless, restful sleep, and when they woke up, they made tea.)

Day 7

Amethyst messaged.

amy: heyy. where are you? still up for coffee?

calyx: oh fuck sorry i actually forgot.

calyx: i wont be able to make it now :( things got really crazy.

Then Calyx remembered how safe they'd felt around her. How K had receded, how they could hardly hear her. How it felt like they were interacting through a fog. Those blissful, beautiful days. Normalcy.

calyx: im sort of stuck in my house atm

amy: oh? ;) didn't tell me you were a little criminal.

calyx: not like that oh my god. i was going to ask if youre still free do you want to come over

amy: wow meeting the family already? im flattered cece

amy: sure. what's your address?

They didn't explain everything to Amy. She didn't ask questions. It was safe. Like they were protected just by virtue of being around them.

Amethyst didn't ask questions, which meant that Calyx didn't ask questions - but there was one that they really wanted to ask: Elene already knew them? Amethyst didn't explain how, but recognition appeared on her face when she heard Elene's voice from the living room, and the same stunned expression grew on Elene's when they said hi.

"Woah. Hello. Amethyst? Are you -"

"Elene? I think so, yeah."

Elene beamed. "Oh, wow." She started to speak, but stared at Amy like she couldn't believe they existed. Eventually, she settled on, "you know Calyx?"

Amethyst blushed. "Yeah, we - met. Recently."

"That's nice. That's really nice. How are you?"

"Good. Good. Better. You?"

Elene practically glowed. "That's really good to hear. I'm good. Well, we're all sort of stressed right now, I - I don't know how much Cee's told you, but I've got my cats. Are you still -"

She cut herself off, seeming to re-register Calyx's presence. They were watching the exchange in abject awe. She smiled at both of them, shaking her head slightly. "Amethyst, I- "

"Call me Amy. I mean, both work, but I - I like Amy. Too." Calyx had never seen Amy flustered. She looked flustered now. "I'm - thank you, by the way. I always remembered you."

Then Elene looked flustered. She started to speak a couple of times, then laughed softly. "Can I give you a hug?"

Amy blanched, took half a step back. "I'm not - really -"

Elene interrupted the moment she registered their unwillingness, voice low and genuine. "Hey, no. That's fine. That's fine, okay? It's good to see you. Make yourself at home."

Elene moved past the two of them, squeezing Calyx's shoulder as she moved up the stairs, and Calyx gaped at Amy.

"What-?"

Amy shushed them. Calyx didn't ask again. We all have our secrets, she'd said, and Calyx knew how it felt to have a secret come out before they were ready.

Day 6

It helped, having Amy around. She left at night, came back in the morning, and she brought doughnuts for breakfast. Everyone appreciated it. They were all exhausted - it felt like Calyx's stress had blossomed out and multiplied. Truthfully, it had. Ali left a little while after they cast that cursebreaker spell, but there was still a lot of people buzzing around, pacing. The house felt alive. It seemed like there was more cats than usual, but no one really had the initiative to take a headcount.

No one was quite sure how to handle how crowded it was now, everyone stepping on each other's toes, but there was a grim solidarity in the air. It felt like they were preparing for battle. For Calyx.

Guilt ate at them like rot, whenever they remembered. What if they'd told someone earlier, before it got this bad? They felt like a façade of a person, like they could be blown over with one small gust of wind, and all that would be left would be… dust. They felt like she'd killed them already.

"It's not your fault, Calyx." Everyone was saying it.

They did not believe it.

Day 5

The spell that Ali cast on them had also healed the fresher bruises, but they still hadn't shown Tom, or anyone, anything more than what they'd shown him that first day. Except Amethyst. Calyx was the only one apart from Elene calling them Amy, at their request, and she was the only one who'd seen their scars. Calyx was starting to relax.

"I feel like my back's been pressed up against a wall for so long. And now… now I can breathe," they told her.

The two of them were sitting in the tub. Calyx had taken their jumper off and was half-sitting, half-lying against Amy's chest. She was running gentle fingers through Calyx's hair as music played from her phone balanced on the edge of the sink. Her jeans lay discarded on the floor, and she had her legs around Calyx. It felt safe. Soothing. It always seemed easy to lean into comfort around Amy. Even with their wounds on display. They weren't looking at their arm, but poked at fading bruises absent-mindedly. Healing bruises, they reminded themselves. Healing.

Calyx was supposed to be having an actual bath, but they still couldn't stomach being in the bathroom by themselves. They'd asked Amethyst to try and help psych them up to it, but this had ended up happening somehow, and Calyx wasn't really complaining. It was comfortable. They were content. They hadn't felt so relaxed in months.

Calyx looked up at Amy after a while when they realised that she hadn't said anything. She hummed, then looked down and locked eyes with them.

"Your dye's fading."

Calyx frowned.

She rolled her eyes, smiled, and when she spoke, there was no mockery or tension behind the words. "It's nice that you can breathe. Do you want me to help you dye it again?"

Calyx smiled despite everything. "Yeah. That'd be nice. I did it myself last time."

Elene ended up helping too. She bought the dye (Calyx was still quietly refusing to leave the house), helped Calyx put it in, and Amy washed it out. It really wasn't a three-person job, but Calyx could tell that Elene was trying to prove by action that they were forgiven for the spellbook thing. It felt like an absurd reversal of what should be happening, but Elene refused to let them apologise. (They did anyway, but she was adamant that they didn't blame themselves about it. They still did. It was an awkward situation.)

Day 4

They woke up in a cold sweat.

Tom was instantly up too, his hands on their face, asserting his existence, his safety. They tensed, then relaxed, forcibly, into his hands, leaning on him. He shifted to accommodate. (That was all he did now, shift to accommodate them and their panic. It was a kindness that Calyx could not even express their thanks for.)

"Starling," he whispered. "I've got you."

"I don't think it's ever going to get better," they whispered back. "What if I just stay this scared forever?"

He made a quiet noise, rested his forehead on theirs. "Then I'll keep waking up in the middle of the night forever."

In another world, with another person, Calyx would have argued - or, resisted. Said that he didn't have to do that. Said that he shouldn't need to do that, not for them, not for a fight he didn't choose, not when forever was a long time and he deserved to live a life without that. In this one, though, Calyx just held him, and knew that he was telling the truth.

Day 3

Calyx could breathe, finally. Then they couldn't. Then they could, and on, and on.

Day 2

They were waiting for something. For some… fight. Waiting for her to show up and point a knife at their throat, a sword at their chest. The house was so busy, all the time. Someone would see her. Someone would stop her. It didn't have to be Calyx. Not anymore.

She was… coming, right? Were they just going to just live in an endless state of paranoia forever? They almost preferred when they'd see her casually leaning against the kitchen cabinets. Almost. Her silence was deafening, terrifying. What was she planning?

Day 1

Calyx cut themselves. It was an accident. They hadn't meant to go so deep. They didn't even bleed straight away. A long, curved line on their left forearm. A scratch. Barely more than a scratch. They blinked at it, stunned by how quickly it'd happened. Then they went to bed.

They woke up in a daze in the early hours of the morning, felt the sting under their pyjama sleeve immediately. Guilt, sickening and grounding forced them out of bed. How could they have done that? Why did they do that?

Tom stirred when they got up, grabbing their hand in his sleep. "Mm, what's -"

"Nothing." He looked at them blearily, and they laughed softly, leaning down to kiss his hand. "I'm okay. Promise. Just need some water."

"Want me to come?"

It was almost laughable. They shouldn't need company to get water. They did want it though. But they weren't getting water, so they shook their head. "No, 's okay. I'll be back in a minute."

Paranoia made them walk to the bathroom pressed against the wall. They hadn't seen or heard K since Ali cast the spell, but they hadn't actually seen or heard her since she vanished that first day, so they didn't know what was actually happening.

They splashed their face with water, avoided looking in the mirror out of habit. They'd left the bathroom door open, so they checked to make sure no one was coming before they lifted their sleeve. When they did, they winced. It'd turned angry and red, a clear cut through the middle of the raised skin.

"Fuck," they whispered to no one, unsure with what to do with it.

"Enjoying yourself, Calyx?"

Panic. Their eyes widened as their head snapped up, and they turned around in an instant, heart instantly racing as they pressed themselves against the wall.

There was no one there.

Day - 0?

…

Wait.

I'm not ready. Not yet. Please.

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[whumpawaydarling]

(sitting completely still incredibly tense) I Am Being Plagued With Visions.

[whumpawaydarling]

5. Ask your character what one thing they want most in life. What do they say out loud? What's the real answer?

20. What's something your character's loved ones associate with them?

28. How much does your character care about money?

For Calyx, Tom, and Lady Morgan?

had to sit on this for a hot second because aough. my characters are all so difficult about wanting things. rly stumped me </3

5. im going to answer for calyx and tom in line with ch9 because their answers have and will continue to change as we progress :0

calyx: "I want to be safe. Keep my friends safe. I'd like to be left alone but if that's not going to happen then if I can at least make sure that they don't get hurt because of me then I will do it." <- this is the truth

tom: "I want to make sure that Calyx never gets hurt again. Not by K, or anyone." <- this is not the whole truth; he also wants to tear k limb from limb but that's like, a secondary answer. calyx comes first

lady morgan: "I am rarely found wanting." <- sort of the truth? she gets what she wants i dunno what else to say. she has respect. she has power. she has money. she doesn't even care that her pets don't like her because that's more fun for her !

20. answered for calyx here!

tom: red <3 and fire colours in general but also nature? he's in the garden a lot just taking care of all the plants and flowers... i joke that he's a bit of a disney princess but it's true & you'd be hard pressed to go a day without him showing you some cute animal. also he has a lot of scattered hobbies (adhd king..) so things like his unfinished knitting. i think he's finished (1) jumper in his lifetime. he loves music + can play the guitar so that too :)

lady morgan: mm colours... blood red and deep forest green. heady intense rich colours. extravagance. generosity, weirdly. if we're talking about people who like her. her doors are open her pets are free to use and the parties she throws are no expenses spared. she is... quite entitled, though. this is a fact about her. everyone knows it. usually, no one bats an eye. if she wants something, she will get it.

(the q is loved ones 😭 so i couldn't use this but -> false kindness and cruelty that comes so quickly and suddenly that you don't even register the pain until you've processed the fact that the person who was just being so kind is now pressing your face into the ground.)

28. :0

calyx: they do care about money but it comes from a place of not being allowed to buy or really have things and now that they have income (however small) and a sense of freedom, they are reluctant to stay in that habit. they won't overspend on purpose but they are prone to getting little gifts that just... add up. oops.

tom: comes from a very lax place re: money. it wasn't really a big deal when he was a kid but now that he's uh... legally dead (!) he rly struggles bc the work situation is ... difficult. or he would if he didn't have support from his parents. he hasn't bought anything for himself in years. i imagine that there's a government process in place to fix that but it's taking a long time and had to start again once he turned 18 and no longer had adopted kid grants

lady morgan: soooo relaxed about money. i... don't know where it all comes from. probably something horrible and illegal but i don't think its trafficking even though it.... could be.... maybe its drugs ? she's actually not old money like she pretends to be but she is so fucking loaded. very gatsby. i mean i guess his money was illegal too lol.

[whumpawaydarling]

[sighs dreamily] finally getting to wrap up all these chekhov gunshots is soooo nice tbh

[whumpawaydarling]

1 thing about calyx is they will be so down bad for literally every woman in their life

[whumpawaydarling]

wish i did more with the calyx/tom bath scene in enca ... alas. there could always be another but calyx will never be covered in blood and injured like that again :(

(......... unless 👀?)

[whumpawaydarling]

A former captive whumpee is trying to find a job and has to figure out an explanation for the gap in their résumé that isn’t “someone kidnapped me and kept me in their basement for a couple of years”

[whumpawaydarling]

i love this character so much bro. now show me how they’d look shaking and sobbing on the floor after their entire worldview and sense of self and worth has been shattered, all alone with no one in the world who cares enough about them to even politely ask if they’re okay

[whumpawaydarling]

keep getting like weird spots of pain on my arms and i am not a fan :/

[whumpawaydarling]

intimate whumper doing whumpee's eyeliner with the edge of a knife...

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Beg

Three loud bangs on Whumper’s door pulled him from his work in the kitchen. Well, work was a generous word for it. He was scrolling through the Guardian after a long day with two fingers of rye in his hand. He turned his head, eyes narrowed at the intruder, hoping whoever it was would get the hint and leave.

“I know you’re in there you bastard!” Whumper smiled at the familiar voice, surprised. Things rarely surprised him. “Open the fucking door.”

Whumper would know that belligerent voice anywhere. He crossed the hall to his front door, unlocking it and beaming a smile at Whumpee.

“Well, well, well, what are you doing here, darling?”

Whumpee looked like a storm. His hair was sticking up all over his head, the way it did when Whumper put him a stress position for too long or threatened to use the whip or the cane on him again.

Whumpee didn’t answer. Instead he pushed his way passed Whumper into Whumper’s home and stormed through the hall to the basement door. Whumper closed the door and locked it, grinning at the blessing of his evening.

Whumper followed Whumpee down into the basement and leaned by the door, folding his arms across his chest. “What're you doing here, Whumpee?”

Whumpee tore his jacket from his body and went to throw it in the corner but caught it at the last second, hesitating, and then walked calmly over to the coat rack and hung it up before he turned to Whumper.

“I want you—” Whumpee began but swallowed and looked away. He cursed and turned and ran a hand through his hair and cursed again. “Fuck… fuck! Fucking— fuck! God! Christ!”

Whumper’s eyebrow arched as he straightened, intrigued by his former Whumpee’s frustration. His dress shoes clacked against the cement of the basement and echoed back. Whumpee glanced over his shoulder at Whumper and shook his head, his hand ran down his face.

“Fuck, what are you doing, Whumpee?” Whumpee asked himself quietly. His whisper troubled and haunting, disbelief colouring his voice as it found Whumper’s ears.

Whumper narrowed his eyes. “Oh…” he said, realisation dawned on him as sudden and as cruel as his smirk that graced his lips. “Oh… you want me to hurt you, don’t you?”

Whumpee stiffened. Whumper’s smirk widened. “Oh that’s it, isn’t it, darling?”

Whumpee turned, eyes ablaze with a glare that only confirmed his guilty admission, that yes… that was exactly what he wanted. That was the reason he was here, but he didn’t want to beg. He didn’t want to ask. Whumper grinned.

“Don’t call me that,” Whumpee snapped. Whumper stepped closer and put his hand on Whumpee’s cheek, relishing as Whumpee flinched under his touch. Oh this was like the best Christmas gift he never asked for.

“But it is what you want, isn’t it?” Whumper pressed. Whumpee didn’t answer, but his eyes turned pleading. Whumper drank in his expression, abuzz with the notion of what Whumpee was doing here. A sick kind of satisfaction passed across Whumper’s features.

Whumpee hesitated as his eyes searched Whumper’s face. He reached a hand up and batted Whumper’s away from his face with a scoff. “Forget it,” he muttered and went to step past Whumper. “This was a mistake.”

Whumper allowed Whumpee to walk to the door. He turned in place, his eyes followed Whumpee’s conflicted back as he got to the door of freedom. Whumper didn’t stop him, but it seemed like that’s exactly what Whumpee wanted him to do. He didn’t even try to go for his jacket.

Whumper’s amusement grew. He undid the button on one of his shirt cuffs and slowly, methodically started rolling it up his forearm as Whumpee pressed his forehead against the door, no doubt having another conflict of delicious emotions.

“I’ll oblige you, of course, darling,” Whumper told Whumpee, unable to keep his smile from his face. Whumpee stiffened at the door, his palms flat on the door.

A shaky breath echoed through the basement.

Whumper started on his second cuff.

“You will?” Whumpee asked. His voice oh too quiet. Oh so vulnerable. It sent a shiver down Whumper’s spine.

“Of course.”

Whumpee turned to face Whumper, his expression suspicious but his eyes held that little glimmer of light, of hope that it would be that easy. Had Whumper taught him nothing, the poor dear.

“You just need to ask.”

Whumpee’s brows drew up, pained, his mouth flattened into a thin line. His fists opened and closed at his sides, drawing Whumper’s gaze. He trailed his eyes up Whumpee’s arm to his chest that rose and fell too quickly before going back to his conflicted face. Whumpee tried to keep his bluster up, but they both knew he would submit, it was only a matter of when.

“You’re a piece of shit.”

“I have been told that.”

“And I hate you.”

Whumper shrugged. “Well I didn’t force you to come to my house, Whumps.”

Whumpee’s eyes blazed. “Don’t call me that!”

Whumper dipped his chin. Whumpee’s face fell as Whumper started slowly towards him. Whumper tsked lightly, shaking his head.

“You’ve been too long without my guidance, Whumpee,” Whumper said. Whumpee opened his mouth, but no words came out and he shut it quickly when Whumper cocked a brow at him. “Good boy. Perhaps you remember some things I taught you.”

“I— I don’t- I don’t want to be yours, I just… I need—”

Whumpee stopped a foot in front of Whumpee. He slid his hands into his trouser pockets. “Yes Whumpee?”

Whumpee stifled a would be whine in his throat, his anger bubbling to the surface again.

“We both know what I want!” He snapped, throwing his hands wide, before he loosed a harsh breath and his hands ran through his hair. “I need you to… to…” he squeezed his eyes shut and yanked at the strands of hair between his fingers and turned away. “FUCK!”

“You need me to fuck?”

“Shut up!” Whumpee snapped, whirling on his heels. He gasped at how close Whumper was to him. He didn’t hear him move, but now there was barely any distance between them. A hand went to his throat and Whumpee froze in place.

His fingers still wound in his hair, elbows stretched out to the side of his head. The only thing that moved was his eyes which widened, revealing more of the whites of them to Whumper whose face was devoid of any emotion as Whumpee looked slightly down at him.

Whumper hummed, fingers tightening. Testing, teasing, remembering and Whumpee stood frozen. He urged his limbs to move but they refused. He couldn’t do anything at Whumper’s touch.

Whumper’s eyes went to Whumpee’s hoodie. He stepped back and moved his hands to the zip. The sound echoed in Whumpee’s head, deafening, his breath locked in his chest as Whumper pulled the jumper from his limbs.

The cold basement air kissed his bare arms and left traces of goosebumps in their wake. Whumper’s hand returned to Whumpee’s throat, a thumb on Whumpee’s pulse. He smiled.

“On your knees darling.”

Whumpee barely registered the order before his knees hit the concrete. He blinked, dazed and shivered as Whumper purred, “very good.”

Whumper’s hand went to Whumpee’s hair, his fingers lacing through the strands. He delighted in Whumpee’s flinches, his barely contained trembles. Maybe his Whumpee hadn’t forgotten everything. He tightened his fingers and yanked Whumpee’s head back so he could see those beautiful, pained pale eyes stare up at him. Pleading.

“Now, ask me what you want me to do to you.”

Whumpee couldn’t contain the whine in his throat this time. “Please, please. Don’t make—”

A slap echoed off the walls. Sharp. Crisp. Warm as heat spread across Whumpee’s cheek. Whumper wrenched Whumpee’s head back further. “I think you forget who gives who orders here, Whumpee.”

Whumpee tried, he really tried to force his legs to stand, to push Whumper away from him, to leave and never look back but he couldn’t. He needed this. He needed it or he was going to go insane and do something more stupid than return to the man who tortured him, hoping to be hurt again.

“I need you to hurt me,” Whumpee whispered. His voice barely audible to his own ears, but there. He said it. He did it.

The fingers in his hair tightened. “What was that darling?”

Whumpee huffed a breath through his nose and repeated, a little louder, “I need you to hurt me.”

“Louder, darling.”

Whumpee’s cheeks burned with shame as his eyes narrowed into slits, he curled his lips back over his teeth and snapped: “I need you to hurt me!”

His chest rose and fell as anger and shame curled around each other in his blood, heating him as he glared at the man who once terrified him so completely that he would never dream of disobeying him, or shouting at him, or cursing in his presence. But things were different now. Whumpee was different now.

He was himself again, not Whumper’s toy to break and beat and bleed until he was satisfied.

Whumper’s lips spread into a cruel grin across his face, his eyes bright with sadistic glee. “Ask me nicely,” he admonished with his stupid superior tone and Whumpee scoffed.

This time, Whumpee grabbed Whumper’s wrist and pulled at it, trying to dislodge it from his hair. “No,” Whumpee spat. “Just— Just— we both know what I want!”

“And you know how to get it,” Whumper told him, pulling Whumpee’s head back until his throat was exposed to the ceiling. Whumper traced Whumpee’s adam’s apple with his finger. “I remember how sweetly you used to beg for me to stop, Whumpee. And now here you are, about to beg me to hurt you.”

“I won’t beg,” Whumpee hissed, yanking at Whumper’s hand and gasping when Whumper pulled harder at the strands of Whumpee’s hair.

“Yes you will.”

“No,” Whumpee protested, gripping Whumper’s wrist with two hands and trying to pry his fingers from his hair. “Fuck you! Get off me! I won’t beg you to hurt—”

A foot slammed into Whumpee’s chest, cutting him off mid sentence. He lost his grip as he curled in on Whumper’s knee and wheezed. Whumper released Whumpee’s hair and kicked him in the chest, sending him to his back on the concrete as Whumpee gasped. Whumper stared down dispassionately before he sent another kick to Whumpee’s jaw, hard enough that Whumpee rolled onto his side from the force of it. Whumper stepped over Whumpee’s body and grabbed the lock before sliding the deadbolt across the door and clicking the lock shut.

He turned back to Whumpee who stared up at him with those beautiful pale eyes, regret shining through them as the weight of what Whumpee asked for finally dawned on him. Whumpee was Whumper’s favourite toy, never able to hide an emotion on his face.

“I missed your begging,” Whumper told Whumpee with a nostalgic sigh. “And whether you’re going to beg me to hurt you, or beg me to stop, Whumpee, at the end of the night, I’ll have you begging either way.”

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has anyone figured out how to be a real person yet

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to do

edit chapter 10 >:(

check on our EDI officer work.... ugh

work on trust :-)!!!

figure out incapacitated

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writing the party is so fun. it's the great gatsby of it all... immense unfounded cruelty for the sake of cruelty. violence because they can. because they are Above and there are people Below. blood and tears and sweat and alcohol and smoke and distress soaking the air.

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k is so AWFUL to calyx in this fic and is simultaneously the Only person they feel safe around because they can anticipate her actions and the dynamic is making me lose my mind

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outfits for my party wip :)

calyx (they/them) | k (she/they)

sparrow (they/she) | lady morgan (she/her)

id in alt text; notes & extra insp pictures under the cut !

calyx has no shoes, no belt and shackles round their ankles (as well as their collar obviously) but are otherwise unrestrained :) because k knows they aren't going to try shit

calyx's 'k' scar is visible! maybe it's slightly covered but it is so definitely obvious at the right angle.

also i wanted them to wear brown trousers but that inspo pic is making me think ... lady morgan would Not like that theyre wearing jeans. and k would know that. so she might give them that just to be mean. (also calyx doesn't like jeans they're uncomfortable. win win)

there's no theme but everyone is supposed to be like, fancy. but k refuses to wear anything stuffy. and hates parties. hence why 1. calyx is wearing a very plain outfit (+ jeans..) and 2. why she is wearing what she is. importantly she has made An effort but lady morgan still is frustrated by it. but they're like weird friends so she doesn't say anything other than go "ugh seriously? you always do this :/" and k goes "lol i know :)"

(k also shows up late for the same reason)

i wish i could justify saying k wears black nail polish but i'll be so honest she hates the feeling so she just has rly sharp nails / her claws out. she picks a more human form at first but ends up in her usual form by the end of the night!

sparrow has a (permanent) shock collar on but its hidden under a necktie. otherwise she is unrestrained entirely but is blindfolded!

lady morgan's dress is very fancy very expensive and the colour of blood :) ! it's not dyed with blood it just is. that colour. on purpose.

the other colour it could've been was a very deep green

other concepts for k - nothing is quite right but there's a lot of silver ! i like the idea that she has skin showing (so u can see her magic tattoos and muscles etc.) and is also wearing very obviously combat gear. she has many knives. and in a pocket she's got a chain that can clip to calyx's collar.

other concepts for sparrow - i like the patterns and the flowy sort of vibe while also being sort of revealing? lady morgan has chosen every part of this outfit down to the nails and jewellery and has done sparrow's makeup so they are not allowed to cry