This is why I should not be allowed to frquent Kink Meme's. Sigh. A fill I did for a prompt on the Rise of the Guardians Kink Meme. I just couldn't help myself. Basically the Prompt was that Pitch had kidnapped Bunnymund and tortured him until he became Mini Bunny, and then tortured Mini Bunny. Now I can't really write torture so well, so I was very glad there was an aftermath section. So this is some very traumatised Mini Bunny and the Guardian's looking after him (and by Guardians, I mean Jack) There may be more, I'm leaving it as In progress just incase I feel the need to add more.

Grooming

Jack lightly ran the damp cloth over Bunny s fur, aching a little inside at the way Bunny tensed up, he avoided putting the cloth near the ears, despite how soft it was and how badly Bunny's ears needed cleaning, he d only just managed to coax Bunny from underneath the wardrobe to try again, and he was going to avoid making the small creature panic.

-"Would you like a little Scratch behind the ears?"-

Jack would have done something far worse to Pitch if he could get his hands on him. The nightmarish man had done exactly that, had scratched and scratched until fur fell out, skin broke and blood flowed freely, coating the grey and white patterned fur and matting it terribly. Jack wanted nothing more than to get all the blood off him, to patch him up and make all the hurt go away.

But Bunny was not himself, too skittish, frightened. He hadn t uttered a word since they found him that that dingy little cage he'd been kept in, Pitch had not been there, they knew nothing of the horrors Bunny had faced in his captivity, which somehow made it worse.

North had suggested hopefully that perhaps this was a different rabbit, a normal rabbit, not Bunny at all, but Jack knew it was Bunny, even though the green eyes staring up at him in absolute terror were so far removed from the Bunny he knew.

Too soon the cloth was stained in blood and jack had to pause to dip it in the water, forcing himself not to get angry when he saw the red mingle with the clear water. He didn't want to frighten Bunny more than he already had.

Bunny trembled on his lap, and jack was overcome with the urge to cry, because Bunny was not supposed to be this way. Not even when the children had stopped believing in him, he d stayed strong in his own way, had been the same Bunny he s always known even in the smaller body.

But now when the tears started to fall he felt Bunny hesitate and hoped waited for him to do something normal, say something, anything. He broke a little inside when Bunny shakily jumped from his lap, landing awkwardly on the ground and pulled himself, hurt leg trailing behind, back underneath the wardrobe again.

The tears came full force and he forced himself up and to the door, trying to block out the distraught keening that was not his.

I feel a little evil now. Poor Bunny!