#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."

[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

[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

[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.

[ayushsan]

Prison Break - 4×01

[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.

whump art tag:

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

[whump-queen]

captive whumpee kept intermittently drugged out of their mind, fading in and out of consciousness randomly,

with no idea what whumper did to them while they were knocked out.

[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!

[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]

Around the World in 80 Days 1x05

[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

[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

[whumpinthepot]

@figuwhump 14!

Its been a while since ive drawn Zyan

[ayushsan]

Prison Break - 1×18

[strawberista]

Hanekoma shoved his hands in his pockets, keeping a relatively straight face despite how much he did want to reassure the other with a smile, "Actually, it was more the whole beatin' your fists against the door thing that gave me the impression you're resisting. That behavior won't serve you in here, boss. No matter what they say or taunt you with, you've gotta know that they're just doin' it so they can rile you up and get more of a reason why you should be reformed or exorcised altogether. But if you're thinking you're without hope, I won't have none'a that, either. So I need ya to be on your best behavior, no matter what they do to ya."

He did calm down at the news, looking ten times relieved. "Serlius you piece of shit." he hissed before leaning with his shoulder against the bars. His chains rattled as he brushed a hand through his hair

"Sorry, Pops. Between the lashes, the degradings, and the other Angels teasin' me about my little bird...I been in rough shape. I understand why I was called up. I understand why this happened and I ain't gonna fight it. Was my own choice. But when they threaten poor bird on top o' that..." He shook his head "I can't handle that. This was my own damn fault. Leave the kiddo out of it."

He looked at the mirror of himself and smiled, whiping blood out of his eyes. "But damn it's good ta see ya, Pops. You must think I'm resistin, seeing me like this, right? Well, I haven't been. This is just standard procedure. Every day, four times a day. Part of them assertin' dominance I guess. Tells ya 'you fucked up, son!' They have no mercy. This ain't the worse thing that's gonna happen either."