#post prison whump

[hold-him-down]

10) At which points are you most scared of your whumper? For leo!

25) Which punishment method do you hate the most? For derek!

from this ask game

At which points are you most scared of your whumper(s)?

"That's a loaded question," Leo says, shrugging. He closes the book that sits on his lap and considers it. "I think Ivan was probably the 'scariest' of my past buyers, because he genuinely did not care if he killed me, or any of the other workers on his roster. It was really hard to nail down what to expect with him, and as soon as he worked out anything of value to me, he would capitalize on it. Simultaneously, he had an unlimited budget for medical support, so even though he brought me to very edge of death several times, and even though he made me wish it would end, there was this innate knowledge that he would be able to pull me back and start over with me. It was horrifying."

He takes a sip of water and stares out the window for a moment, before continuing. "With Parker, he was his scariest when he was stone sober and clearly disappointed in me. Second to that was any time he said he had invited friends over. With Kylie, any time she brought me into her basement, but even then, I don't think Kylie was too bad, especially taking the others into consideration. With West, it was after he brought Will into the home, because there was this underlying worry that we both had, that one of us would upset him and he would use the other to teach some kind of lesson. Any time his son was around was horrifying."

He shrugs again, offering a tight-lipped smile. "With the handlers, everything was uniformly terrifying."

Which punishment method do you hate the most?

"The inmates themselves usually doled out punishment to the other inmates, and so it could get really, really bad if you were on someone's bad side, which I usually was. There was this kind of make-shift cell in the middle of the courtyard, and sometimes they would leave me in it for days. In the storms, in the heat of summer, whenever... feeding me when they remembered, beating me or... assaulting me, when they were bored, no clean clothes, no showers, nothing. Eventually the warden would intervene, and a couple inmates or guards would come drag me back inside and throw me in a cold shower... Those are among my worst memories."

[aceofwhump]

Land of Bad (2024)

[whumblr]

Crossed out - Masterlist

When Lucas heard a former client of his died in prison he starts to look into what happened.

Involuntarily, he gets the opportunity to witness the state of affairs in the prison first-hand, and finds out things are even worse than he could have imagined.

Main characters

Lucas Varga

Wanting to make a difference in the world and help fight against injustice, Lucas became a defense attorney hoping to help the people who couldn't fight on their own. Continues to fight injustice in prison, but soon learns that fighting and helping others only has an adverse effect.

FC: A younger Esai Morales where he isn't the smug, silver fox he is today yet.

Nero Mathison

Former military and now warden of his own prison. I say 'his own' and mean it; he practically runs it and there is no outside interference. Cold, stoic, and ruthless, he has his own views on justice and doesn't believe criminals deserve mercy.

FC: Nero is still a collection of vibes and I vibe mostly with some fanart of Daud (Dishonored, which I never played... Art by Nashama). FC: this or this without the scar. On another note, when I say he's wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, it is vital to me that he gives King Bradley vibes.

Chapters

AO3 (not up yet)

Prologue - Nighttime

1 - They are here for me 2 - Meet the warden 3 - Those who care 4 - Headcount 5 - Eat your words

Office shenanigans 2.0 6 - Nuanced 7 - Tumbling down 8 - Lights out 9 - Stay down 10 - Shattering

Catching on 11 - Dead of night 12 - Losing battles, winning wars 13 - Under the weather

[violetthistle1]

Excerpt from As Many Times as I Need To by Violet_Thistle on Ao3.

“Look at me!” Remus shouted this time to get through to him the only way he ever could, with harsh words and a commanding voice. It worked like it always did, Sirius raised his head and looked him in the eyes with bloodshot, tearful ones. 

What!?” Sirius cried out in anguish.

“I know that the world has told you that it was your fault, that you sat in that prison and convinced yourself that it was your fault. I know, because I was doing the same thing. But I need you to hear me when I say, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Moony it was–”

“No, it wasn’t your fault, and it wasn’t my fault, and it wasn’t James fault. It was Peter’s.” 

“Moony—”

“It wasn’t James’ fault that he was too trusting, it was Peter’s fault for not being trustworthy. It wasn’t your fault for not trusting me, it was Peter’s fault for taking advantage of that! It wasn’t my fault for believing you betrayed me, it was Peter’s fault for framing you!” Remus was sobbing now.

“Moony–”

“And it’s Voldemort’s fault for believing a stupid prophecy by some half-baked seer, and it’s meaningless, it is, it’s all so stupid and they shouldn’t have had to die because of it–”

“Moony–”

“ –And they shouldn’t have been fighting the war at all, but it’s not your fault, it never was!” 

“Moony!” Sirius shouted because now Remus was spiraling.

“Don’t! Don’t stop me! I’ll keep saying it as many times as I need to for you to believe it!” 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59320471

[ayushsan]

Prison Break - 1×18

[defire]

Ghost of Seattle Chapter 23

Here comes another one of my favorites

Content: hostage, beating 3rd party, guns, self sacrifice, injury whump, taken prisoner

"Stop!" Chase heard someone scream hoarsely. He froze.

Level upon level of exposed concrete--8 levels visible, all with matching red brick interiors--rose in front of Chase in the snow-dusted morning downtown. Downtown Seattle had been hit with a lot of bombs. EMP's, car bombs, then bombs dropped from planes. It was a weird way of doing war.

Guys with guns stood on the first and third levels. Shiver worked differently than the other gangs. They had one massive compound, divvied up, as the rumor went, into sections for types of work. And their sentries. They somehow supported what must be a thousand, to be able to cover the perimeter the way they did.

Nobody fucked with Shiver.

Except whoever was screaming. Chase crept closer. He'd stripped down to a white sweatshirt and shorts, despite the cold weather, to blend in against the hill of gray rubble he was picking his way around, hand and foot. He was very meticulous. That was why he was so good at this.

The voice screamed in pain. She really let loose.

"Stop--" Someone yelled with a grunt. "--Struggling."

Chase straightened and peeked around a bit of broken wall to see what the ruckus was.

"What about white flag don't you understand? I'm here to negotiate a trade! Ugh!" 

The last bit was mixed with grunts of pain. Her pain noises sounded almost like harsh laughing. Chase didn't wanna know what it was about, but he was still creeping closer. The one who was yelling last was on the ground, and she was being beaten by the stock of a rifle. Shiver sentries were surrounding her, one half-under her with a grip on her arms, another crouching over her feet--all he could see was the Shiver woman's back. They were about 20 feet away.

"Oh yeah, watchu gonna bargain about? The guy beating her stopped with the butt of the gun held threateningly over her head.

"Water." She said.

Chase recognized the voice now. Bloody Connor; that's what the Offshoots had called her.

"I've got some with me." She said. 

The sentries hesitated. Chase turned his head to go.

"You!" Someone said.

Chase ducked so the wall covered him from view.

"One more step and I'll kill the girl!" 

Chase closed his eyes momentarily, listening.

A gunshot sounded. Then an angry scream of pain from Connor.

"That was a warning." The voice grated loudly. "Come on out or your friend dies!"

Chase stood up so his head became visible. He stepped out so they could see him.

"I'm not--" His voice was so dry and quiet after days of not speaking. He cleared his throat. "I'm not her friend!" He yelled to them.

He glanced at Bloody Connor, who was grimacing as one Shiver held a pistol to her temple. Blood ran drips down the right side of her eyebrow, around her squinted eye, and off her earlobe. Chase could see that as he approached a little. 

"Come over here slowly. And drop your weapons." The tall one said.

Chase thought quick.

He could run away and let that girl get shot--the Shivers were known to do that to wanderers anyway. If he did, he'd likely get shot too, running away at this range. Or, he could go up there and get shot or Workforce'd. It'd be better to take the chance and run right now.

So why was he walking forward?

He was going numbly, ears still echoing the unexpected shot.

And then he was tackled from behind.

Chase swung the splinted arm out of the way just before they both landed on it. The guy was strong and heavy. He sat up on Chase's butt with a hand on his back, grabbed Chase's right hand and went for his left, then froze as he felt the hard wood and duct tape under the sweatshirt.

"What is that!" He demanded. 

Chase, out of breath, grunted,

"It's a splint!"

"Take it off!" The guy said.

He jerked at something he was wearing, then showed Chase a handgun--visible out of the corner of his eye. Then he got off him, still holding the gun on him.

"My arm's broken!" Chase said, rolling onto his right forearm to get up. He panted, lowering his eyes at the Shiver.

"Take off the sweatshirt." The guy gestured at him. "Show me."

As Chase got up, a few more sentries came up, cautiously looking out for other intruders, glaring at Chase. They came out with pistols in hand. 

Still panting and eyeing the skinny guy that had tackled him, Chase unzipped the hoodie clumsily. He shook it loose and shrugged it off the right side, then peeled off the left sleeve to show the makeshift splint. 

"Alright. Come on." One of the other sentries said. "We'll take them inside."

"Really?" The skinny guy said. 

"Didn't you hear the girl?" The sentry answered. "They have water."

[when I get it out of my notebook I will absolutely share Chase's knife scar story, and why there is a bloodstain on Merc's dresser.]

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Kindle book: Masterpost: Next:

[whumpinthepot]

@whumpmasinjuly-archive 2024.

Day 6. Left Behind

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Prison, lab, or pet facility has ghosts of former victims but when the place is stormed by soldiers who are rescuing the survivors, the ghosts are left behind still tethered to the building. Bonus if the soldiers killed the whumpers, and the whumpers turn to ghosts too just to end up taking it out on the ghosts of the whumpees all over again, except for eternity this time.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

After his incident with Melchior, Logan is transferred to a backwater ground detachment. Just when he's getting used to his new life, a rumor starts going around that there's a double agent at his post; a spy for the Riot Kings who's feeding the rebels Fleet secrets. Wanting to avoid a long, agonizing investigation, the rest of the det pin it on Logan, who's not all that popular anyway.

The statements of his co-workers, paired with the cause for his transferral (trying to kill Melchior, an ex-Riot King who's now trying to help the Fleet and who might have recognized "double-agent" Logan, prompting the murder attempt to try and protect his cover), is enough evidence for the Fleet to detain and interrogate him.

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@kira-the-whump-enthusiast , @whumpsday , @regrets-realization-acceptance , @kixngiggles , @randomlifeunit

[mr-business-whump]

Day 1: Pinned

"Stop fighting," growled one of the men into Hiccup's ear, "You're ours, now, dragon boy. You've lost."

"Fuck you," Hiccup snarled in return. He was kicked again for his words, and felt as rope was quickly wrapped tightly around his arms and legs, despite his continued struggles.

Suddenly, a familiar roar sounded out.

Toothless. And he sounded mad.

read it here!

[dreaming-awayy]

Whump story idea

Alright here’s a storyline that I was originally gonna write but don’t have the time:

Backstory/setting

- there are 4 clans on an island, each leader has 6 lives

- kinda like warrior cats, except these teams are bigger and have their own like small village

- there are physical borders around each team

- absolutely NO magic is allowed

- every month/week there’s a meeting where there’s peace and teams just share how they’ve been

- clan B and C are on either side of clan A (might give actual names but for now this will do)

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Characters

Alaric

leader of clan A

6 lives

powerful, strong, courageous, hero-like, does not condone torture or physical violence, will fight if he has to and always wins lol but will always prefer to use as little violence as possible, does not kill, kind and generous

Brax

leader of clan B

3 lives

hates Alaric for how he is always better than him

brute, strong, angry, loud, vicious, bolsterous laughter, tortures people he hates, punching kicking bats, explosive torture, loves begging and laughs at it, humiliation with words and public, degrading

Kade

leader of clan C

4 lives

hates Alaric for how he is always better than him

very controlled, loves and is amused by torture, creepy, manipulative, no mercy, sneer, not much brute force relies on tools, slow torture, loves begging silently relishes in it, humiliation with words, fake empathy

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Story

- anyways so one day Alaric (will refer to A further on) is just walking with a kid in their team going through the flower fields and having fun

- they play chase and they run further and further from base

- little did A know that there was an illusion cast on both kid and where they were playing; even though it looked like they were still within borders they were actually already in clan Bs base. And kid was a team B member

- when they both run past borders, there is a loud banging sound and illusion starts to melt. A was inside base B and the banging sound were the gates closing around the borders. A is super confused

- A was completely unarmed as team B warriors start to close around him

- little kids illusion melted away to reveal a team B member, and leader A realises they have used magic

- A starts to yell Magic’s not allowed! And stuff but team B is not listening

- A is left with the only choice to fight since they are surrounded and can’t run

- successfully knocks down a few people but A is obviously extremely outnumbered.

- in no time they are already on top of A, subduing him by punching and kicking and stuff, and one particular knock on his head causes him to fade into unconsciousness

- A wakes up, chained (and blindfolded/gagged?) just generally restrained in a cell somewhere in base B. Cell door opens and leader A is greeted by leader of clan B, Brax

- (B hates A a LOT because of how smart they are and how they can always sneak in and steal stuff and are just generally better than B)

- so B starts to projects his hate and anger on him, mocking him while beating the daylights out of A

- A can’t protect himself since he’s chained

Basically for a long time A is tortured and used as a slave / servant for B and is also subjected to public humiliation and public beatings for the whole village of B to see.

Team A obviously has no clue where leader went since there is no evidence and stuff, and they had no idea about the illegal magic.

UNTIL it’s the monthly meeting, and being so proud, team B brings leader A with them all chained up to show off. Team A gets super mad and demands they give him back but they can’t do anything about it since team B had captured him. Team A is suspicious (because when was B smart enough to outsmart leader A?) but they don’t have any proof.

Anyways more whump (A can be broken mentally or still has hope)

But slowly they start to torture A less, and he is slowly starting to recover.

BUT one day, team B has made a deal with Kade (leader of clan C, other side of team A) who also VERY hate A- to give A over for a day to do whatever they wished in exchange for smth like resources/money/alliance idk.

And they are even worse than team B showing absolutely NO MERCY, and this can be when A finally breaks. Lots of begging and whump

But all his healing is gone and he is back to day 1. They give him back to team B at the end of the day and A is unable to walk or do anything.

And B might start to treat him better or still overwork him idk…. but that’s as far of the idea I’ve gotten.

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If someone’s writes this or something like this, or if there are existing stories like this, PLEASE do share with me, I would absolute love to read it.

Anyways I might actually write this out if I have time.

[hold-him-down]

5, 8, 43 and 47 for my dear Derek

from this ask game

"Mr. Lewis, have you ever been interrogated? For what reason? Were you tortured there?"

On one side of him, a government agent looms, and on the other, Derek's parents stand tight-lipped. Derek looks to the agent, who gives him a half-nod. Derek shoves his hands into his pockets so the reporters can't see him shaking.

He clears his throat. "Yes," he responds, his voice gravelly. He clears it again, and tries to speak a little louder. "I was interrogated when I was arrested, as part of the investigation. I was also interrogated once in the prison, following a fellow inmate's escape attempt. I was..." He feels his mom's body tense up next to him. "I have been–" swallow "–tortured–" inhale "–several times–" exhale.

They don't press him on it, whether seeing how uncomfortable the line of questioning makes him or from the look the agent shoots them.

"How would you describe the guards? The warden? The other prisoners?" another shouts out.

His heart races, the awareness of being locked in this room with these people who do not care about him, or what their questions are doing to him, begins to weigh him down.

"For the most part, everyone spoke Turkish. A few people spoke to me in English so I could understand them, but largely they expected me to figure things out on my own. The warden was generally not part of my life, unless I... unless my health got really bad, then he would sometimes check in. The guards were variable. A few offered me kindness, a few were kind in exchange for other things, but mostly they seemed to be either indifferent to what was happening or actively encouraging it. The other prisoners were by far the worst part of my time there..." He trails off and scans the room for Jack, who he knows is not there, but he thinks maybe, if he can picture his face in the crowd, he can get through this.

The agent must catch on to Derek's declining ability to stand here, and says, "Two more."

A woman shouts above the others, "How much have you changed since the first day in captivity?"

Derek nods, trying to process the question. When he speaks, he doesn't even know if the words make sense, if he's stringing together anything that holds any kind of value to these people. Jack, he thinks, when he sees his face finally pop into the crowd. He smiles and waves, and then he blinks, hard, and the image is gone, replaced by a reporter who, very vaguely, resembles him.

Derek shakes his head in an effort to clear it and keeps speaking. He isn't sure what he's already said, but he focuses again on putting words in order. "I don't think I would recognize him," Derek says. "I don't think anyone recognizes me."

He can feel hands on his shoulders, and he thinks it must be his dad, because his mom is still stone still next to him.

"That's all we have time for," the agent says, just as another reporter shouts out, "Are you afraid to die, Mr. Lewis?"

If not for the agent's immediate reprimand, Derek might be convinced that he completely hallucinated that question. It's one that's on his mind all day, every day. As the agent turns him and ushers him back into the waiting room, he whispers, "No," but he doesn't think anyone is listening.

[aceofwhump]

Heroes 3x14

[anrisimps]

Prison arc changed me

[violetthistle1]

Excerpt from As Many Times as I Need To by Violet_Thistle on Ao3.

“You were right!” Sirius shouted. “When you said ‘I wish you trusted me half as much as you trusted James’, you were right.” 

“Cariad, no one trusted anyone, that’s why we were losing.”

“Wrong. James trusted. James trusted everyone. James even trusted you, I was the one that talked him out of including you.”

“Sirius, James’s trust is why he died!” Remus said.

“You take that back!” Sirius spat.

“Pardon me for ever speaking against perfect James, may his memory never be tarnished!”   

Sirius silently sobbed. “I know he wasn’t perfect, but it breaks my heart to think that the thing that brought him down was that he trusted too much. That’s not what brought him down, I brought him down! It was me!”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59320471

[ayushsan]

Prison Break - 4×01

[lokiitama]

Prison of the Mind - Chapter 22

It took me a few years, but my very first fanfic on Ao3 is finally completed 🥰

I can’t believe I’m posting the last chapter for this fic! It feels so strange, after having worked on it regularly since 2021, and having the idea plague my mind since 2018!

Warnings: none!

Excerpt:

“It’s not that hard, Lance,” Allura huffed from the lavish pillows on the floor in the simulated juniberry field they were training in. She looked three seconds away from pinching the bridge of her nose. “You just have to focus.”

“Easy for you to say!” Lance scoffed after dramatically falling back on his equally lavish pillows. ”I don’t do meditation.”

At least not without feeling like a thousand ants were crawling up his legs at every given time.

Read the rest of the chapter on Ao3