Department of Fluff and Miseries

10/10 would devour this. I love flipping tropes on their ears.

as much as I love badass characters pushing through pain to fight, I also love when they hit a point where they just can't. something structural is wrong or broken, so they can't stand. their muscles are simply too weak and overworked to hold them up. their bloody hands slip off the handles of their weapons, they can't aim through their vertigo or tunneling vision, they shake from blood loss or exhaustion even if not from fear. they've just reached their limit, and no amount of willpower will change that!

have you reopened the wound? will you reopen the wound? when will you reopen the wound?

blorbo sickfic that turns into a possession fic halfway through

what does this meannnn

“denied the catharsis of punishment” is an underappreciated but hugely effective narrative consequence imo 

the absolute devastating intimacy of a forehead rest. when you are both just so tired from existing in a world that demands you to be a rigid, functional individual, and you finally collapse into each other and just lean your forehead against theirs, or against their shoulder. it’s the physical equivalent of dropping your shields. it’s saying i am entirely heavy right now, and i am trusting you to bear a piece of that weight. and the most beautiful part is that the other person doesn’t even flinch. they just adjust their stance, tuck you a little closer, and absorb the impact. we were designed to divide the burden of being alive.

the hottest thing a guy can be is barely conscious on the floor while someone lifts his head up by the hair so that you can see his glazed out eyes and the blood running down his face

MILD hurt/comfort? nuh uh. torture him. sepsis. swept downstream in a frozen river. 6 month convalescence. commit to it.

booboos on his body AND his soul AND his dignity

humble that man. he should have to be nursed back to health my his romantic interested and accidentally throw up and pass out on them when they try to clean his wounds

he has the sniffles? aww. now have him be thrown from his horse and dragged for half a mile.

nothing quite like a whumpee no one knows existed. caretaker inheriting a house and oh god- there's someone in the basement. taking over a ship and- Is that a prisoner? hero getting kidnapped or infiltrating a base, stulbling into a room where they find a bleeding whumpee. spy getting interrogated by someone with suspicious wounds. getting thrown into a cell with someone who's been there for a long time.

An incredibly sleep-deprived character, in desperate need of sleep, to the point they keep involuntarily nodding off, but they're in this state because up 'til now they absolutely couldn't allow themself to sleep- because they had to monitor or care for another character, because they had to keep watch or wait for a signal or message, because they had to keep moving or succumb to the cold, because they were in a precious situation where if they fell asleep they might lose their grip or balance, whatever the reason- so every time they begin to fall asleep they jolt awake in a panic, forgetting it's alright to do so now.