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My favorite tropes include but are not limited to: drugging, restraints, betrayal for their own good, yandere whumper/carewhumper, carewhumpers in general, ice powered heroes, hero whumpees, nonhuman whump (any role), superhero whump, ice powers, gagging, sensory deprivation, most sickfic tropes, and loss of consciousness.
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Fandoms I'm in include: Marvel, DC, Lord of the Rings, Miraculous Ladybug, Avatar the Last Airbender, Disney, Star Wars, Winx Club, Nintendo, and probably others. If you need clarification or specific parts of a fandom just ask. Note- just because I'm in the fandom doesn't necessarily mean I'll write for it!!
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Whumpril 2026 Day 14 (Altprompt): "I'm Not Made Of Glass" (Alaric)
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This is a continuation of Whumpril 2026 Day 11: Sedation. It's a bit long, so it's going under the cut.
The first clue that he had been sedated was the silence in his mind. Nothing short of a drug-induced sleep could get his thoughts to calm like this. The second indication that his colleagues had drugged him was the fact that his head was filled with cotton, his mouth was dry as dust, and his eyes refused to open.
When his eyelids did finally lift, the fluorescent lights above him forced them to squeeze shut once more to avoid their sting.
Alaric contemplated staying this way for a while longer; it was nice to finally get some sleep.
Then came Monica’s voice in his head.
“Get up, Doctor.”
A small groan escaped him and his head lolled to the side. At least the hallucinations were only auditory. His memories came back in foggy chunks. They mostly were of Monica, and then a phlebotomy set, but after that… things got very cloudy.
“He’s up.”
Stanley. The memory of the injection cut through the fog like a scalpel. Alaric was going to have words with him, make no mistake.
“Stan… you’re… insubordinate,” Alaric muttered.
He shifted in bed, moving to sit up. His arms would not unfold. His middle would not lift higher than an inch or so. The fog cleared, replaced by blind panic. Alaric’s eyes snapped open. Medical-grade restraints kept him strapped down in a reclined position. That he might almost have been able to stomach, were it not for the straitjacket. Any remaining anger withered away with each hasty, shallow breath.
“Stanley,” he said, looking around for the trauma nurse.
“Right here, Al,” Stanley said.
The blob that must have been Stanley approached him slowly. He slid Alaric’s glasses onto his face. The prescription lenses confirmed that it was indeed Stanley.
“Undo the straps,” Alaric said, “please.”
Trinity showed up by his bedside next, arms folded across her chest.
“You’re not well, Doc,” she said, “those are for your own good.”
“My own-!? I’m fine now, I promise!”
“Can you honestly tell us that you’re not seeing or hearing things since waking up?” Stanley prompted.
Alaric opened his mouth, when Monica materialized out of the corner of his eye. Something must have shown on his face, because Stanley and Trinity exchanged a look that did not equivalate to the straps being removed.
“You’re fine, Doctor,” Monica said, “tell them. You need to get back to work.”
“Not helping,” Alaric muttered.
“You’re seeing her, aren’t you?” Stanley asked.
“…Yes,” Alaric conceded, “But I know she isn’t real.”
“A few hours ago you seemed to think she was,” Trinity said, “you took so much blood, you’re lucky you didn’t need a transfusion.”
“Trinity, Stanley,” Alaric tried to slow his breathing, “please. Keep me here for observation, I don’t care. Just get the restraints off.”
“Any thoughts of hurting yourself or someone else?” Stanley asked.
Alaric fought the urge to laugh. Seriously? Well, he was considering bopping Stanley upside the head right about now, but other than that…
“No.” Alaric finally said.
Monica glared at Stanley, her hands on her hips. Her heartbeat started to thrum in Alaric’s ears.
“I’m not made of glass,” Alaric said, “it was a one-time episode. I’m okay. Let me out.”
The door to the room opened, and Courtney stepped inside. Patient 319 followed her; his sunken eyes bored into Alaric’s soul. Alaric flinched.
“It’s just me, Dr. Sylvan,” Courtney said slowly.
“I know, I know.” Alaric squeezed his eyes shut.
Courtney started taking his vitals. Since the restraints prevented the use of more traditional devices, she produced a Doppler probe rather than a cuff. After a minute or so, she announced his blood pressure and heartrate.
“Heartrate is elevated,” Trinity said, “you gotta calm down, Alaric.”
“You try being calm when you’re trussed up like a turkey,” Alaric snapped.
“Better to be tied down than in the morgue,” Patient 319 croaked.
Alaric took a few deep breaths, the air shuddering in and out of his lungs. Everything was wrong. There were too many voices, the lights were bright, and he couldn’t move a muscle. To make matters worse, his nose started itching.
“How many people are in here right now?” Trinity prompted.
“Five- no, three!”
Everyone, dead patients and living nurses, stared at him with concern etched into their faces.
“Ahem, four if you include myself,” Alaric finished.
Trinity approached with two different pill capsules and a paper cup of water.
“Open up, Al,” she said.
Alaric scowled but let his mouth fall open. Trinity set the pills on his tongue and held the water to his lips. He swallowed, draining the cup.
“I’d appreciate another drink if that’s permissible, nurses,” he said.
“That we can do,” Stanley said.
Courtney opened a water bottle and helped him guzzle it down. At least his mouth didn’t feel so bone-dry anymore.
“Give the meds some time to kick in,” Trinity went on.
“What did you give me?” Alaric asked, though he suspected he already knew the answer.
“Antipsychotics and a mild sedative,” Trinity said.
Of course.
“If you’re sedating me, then the restraints aren’t necessary.”
“We’ll talk about it in a little while,” Trinity promised.
The nurses’ radios crackled at their waists. Stanley picked his up and went to answer. Alaric only picked up every other word.
“Got it, on my way,” Stanley said.
Alaric blinked slowly. That pill was unusually fast-acting. He saw Stanley, Trinity, and Courtney go to leave. Monica and Patient 319 stayed put.
“W-wait-” Alaric called.
His voice came out just above a whisper. By some miracle, his team heard it.
“What’s up, Al?” Stanley asked.
“D-don’t go,” Alaric managed, “stay.”
They exchanged a look. Stanley said something else into his radio and approached the bed. He pulled up a chair and sat in it backwards, his arms resting on the backrest. Courtney dimmed the lights while Trinity sat on the end of the bed. Alaric was going to be very out of it for some time, but darn it if his team was going to let him go through it alone. As Trinity removed his glasses, Monica and Patient 319 were nowhere to be found.
whumpee being treated as a show pet. dragged around to do things with whumper or carewhumper because they're dressed up nice, wearing expensive things.
whumpee being reminded to smile, because if they frown, they're bound to be punished in the same clothes that make them pretty. they best not get their expensive items dirty.
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⋆ · 𖤓 · ⋆ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ··· a collection of soup gone cold and blankets shared, the intimacy of being cared for when you are at your worst. genre: romance, hurt and comfort, soft angst, domestic.
You're burning up. Don't argue with me. Get back in bed.
I made soup. It's not great. Eat it anyway.
You should have called me the moment you started feeling like this.
Stop trying to get up. There is nothing on this earth that needs you upright right now.
I found three blankets and a hot water bottle. Pick your combination.
You look terrible. I mean that with so much love.
Let me take your temperature. Stop being difficult about the thermometer.
I cancelled everything. Don't apologize. I wanted to be here.
You fell asleep mid-sentence. I stayed anyway. I hope that's okay.
Drink the tea. Yes, all of it. I'll make more.
I've been checking on you every hour. You keep telling me to go home. I keep not going.
Your voice sounds awful. Rest it. We can talk tomorrow.
I'm not going anywhere. Stop thanking me for staying.
You hate being taken care of. I know. Do it for me anyway.
The fever broke. I don't think you know how relieved I am right now.
Sleep. I'll be right here. I'll wake you up if anything changes.
I brought your favourite thing from the place on the corner. Don't cry. Please don't cry.
You're a terrible patient and somehow I still want to be the one doing this.
I know you think you're being a burden. You are not a burden.
Let me sit with you. I don't need to talk. I just don't want you to be alone.
You tried to make your own tea and you could barely stand up. Sit down. I've got it.
I've seen you strong. This doesn't make you weak. It just makes you human.
You smell like fever and you still somehow look like everything to me.
Lay your head here. Right here. I've got nowhere I need to be.
I brought every movie you've ever mentioned. We have time.
You're mumbling in your sleep. I'm not going to tell you what you said.
I changed the sheets while you were in the shower. Don't make it weird.
You need to eat something real. I know you don't want to. Eat something real.
I've been sitting in this chair for four hours. I'd do it four more.
Stop apologizing for being sick. People get sick. Let me help you.
Your hands are cold. Give them here. I'll warm them up.
I found the medicine in the back of the cabinet. Take it. All of it. Don't negotiate.
You're not inconveniencing me. Taking care of you is exactly where I want to be.
I didn't know you got like this when you were sick. Softer. I like knowing this about you.
You asked for me. Out of everyone, you asked for me. I haven't stopped thinking about that.
The heating pad is on the lowest setting. Tell me if you need it warmer.
I'm not leaving until your temperature is normal. Make your peace with that.
You cried a little when the soup was too hot to eat yet. I pretended not to notice.
I've never seen you let anyone take care of you before. I'm honoured. I mean that.
Your hair is a mess. Can I? Is that okay? Let me just — there.
You keep saying you're fine every time I check and you are so obviously not fine.
This is the third night in a row. I'm not going anywhere. Stop looking at me like that.
You're delirious and still trying to be funny. It's working. Please stop, I'm worried about you.
I learned how to make your mother's recipe. It took three attempts. Don't tell her.
There's nowhere I'd rather be than right here, even like this. Especially like this.
You always take care of everyone else. Just this once, let someone take care of you.
I left the light on in the hall in case you woke up scared. I remember you mentioned that once.
I'm here. I've got you. Just rest. Everything else can wait.
The Whumpee was locked somewhere by their own people, for their own good or for a good reason.
Maybe they are in quarantine, or in isolation, or in the brig for a minor thing.
It was meant to be temporary, or for there to be people checking on them and taking care of them.
But then something happens. Whumpee's people are under attack, there is a natural disaster, some glitch put everyone in lockdown, or just anything bigger is happening and keeping everyone away from Whumpee.
As a result, Whumpee is left alone, where they are locked up.
Maybe Whumpee was delirious or possessed or is amnesic, and now wakes up alone and confused, with no one answering.
Maybe Whumpee knows that something is happening and fears the worst for their friends.
Maybe they are unaware that the others have a good reason to be kept out, and so Whumpee thinks they have been abandoned or are being punished.
Maybe it lasts more than a few hours and Whumpee has to find water or starts feeling hungry. Or feels too hot or too cold if there is something up with the place they are locked in.
Maybe it's pitch dark or way too bright. Too silent, or maybe there is an alarm ringing nonstop.
Maybe the Whumpee was hurt and needs more medical attention, or their painkillers.
Maybe Whumpee is starting to go stir crazy.
character b wakes up in the hospital on a nasal cannula (breathing thing) and immediately panics and tries to get it off and character a quickly grabs their hands and stops them. “Hey- ! Leave that alone, you need it. It’s helping you breathe, kiddo.”
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my endless love for whumpees decked out in an absolutely unnecessary amount of restraints
blindfolds, gags, and ear covers on whumpees who already know exactly who’s hurting them and couldn’t even be heard by anyone who would help them if they could scream
heavy iron chains, cuffs, and collars on whumpees who couldn’t have even broken out of thin ropes
muzzles on whumpees who are completely lacking in fangs or any kind of biting capability
extremely intricate bindings covering every bit of whumpee’s body, leaving them completely incapable of movement, when they were already trapped somewhere they had no hope of escaping on their own
it just really sends a message, y’know? whumper painstakingly wrapping them up, like a present for themself, as if to say, yes, i already know how helpless you are - i just need you to feel it too ❤️
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