#healer whump

[angelsandarsenic]

One of my favorite whump tropes that gets seriously overlooked is when the healer is desperately rushing to their injured teammates and gets shot down or squared up on by the villain and they had no chance against them

#Whump #angst #healer whump

[stoic-whumpee]

ok so get this. a caretaker healer, like a cleric or medic or whatever, giving up on healing bc of some sort of trauma. they hate the world, now wandering the world as a warrior. then they meet whumpee. someone who needs their healing... and might give caretaker a new purpose. a new worldview, that hey, maybe things are okay. prompts?

Hiya! Thanks for the ask :)

Maybe a Caretaker who has been used and discarded for their healing ability and is not disillusioned from the world. They find Whumpee wounded on their adventure and they are ready to turn a blind eye and walk away. But then Whumpee makes a pained noise and holds on weakly to Caretaker's pants and Caretaker cannot bring themself to leave Whumpee.

Maybe a Caretaker who failed to save their loved one and had to watch them die in Caretaker's arms. They vow to never heal again, because they never want to be responsible for another death. Whumpee happens to look almost identical to Caretaker's dead loved one, and they can't help but feel like this is their chance of redemption.

Bonus point if Caretaker only treats Whumpee like a replacement at first, which hurts both Caretaker and Whumpee emotionally. In time, they learn to look at Whumpee at their own person and they heal together.

Caretaker tries to be formal and distant at first, acting like they are only healing Whumpee because there is no one else to help them. But the more they spend time with Whumpee, the more attached they feel and the more they find their spark again while healing.

Caretaker who became a warrior because they cannot stand doing anything remotely close to healing again, but they also know that they are hurting themself the more they hurt other people. So when they find Whumpee, a young enemy soldier, something tells them to heal Whumpee instead of finishing them off.

Maybe Whumpee wants to be a healer too, and has been admiring Caretaker for a while. Caretaker sees their past in Whumpee, and tries to dissuade them from following Caretaker's path, but Whumpee is so stubborn that they convince Caretaker to give Whumpee a chance, and with that, to give themself a chance to heal.

#whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #healer whump #emotional whump #hurt/comfort #r prompts

[ohwrite]

Healer whumper who’s power can be used for torture, healing usually fatal wounds in minutes just to do it again once the wound healed over

#magic whump #whump #magical whumper #healer whumper #superpower whump

[comfort-questing]

spent a while last night thinking of a situation where there are two characters, both badly injured and waiting for help... and when help finally comes, one of them is unconscious, heartbeat failing and breath imperceptible.

"help them," says their badly-hurt friend, barely on their feet anymore, eyes haunted and terrified. "never mind me. I'll be all right..."

"it's too late for them, we have to help you." the healer is already pushing them to the ground, getting their magic or kit ready to hand.

"no. not me." they flinch away, desperately. "help them."

"well fine. but - we're going to keep an eye on you and if you even start to decompensate and pass out then - "

so they sit there, breathing shallowly, trying their best to cling to consciousness so they don't distract - clenching their teeth against the pain as they watch the healer and the others working over what seems to be their friend's dead body, hoping, hanging on until there's some sign of life again and it's not too late anymore...

hanging on until they can't possibly any longer, and their last waking thought is a frantic hope that nobody will notice.

they wake up, later, with their friend in the next bed over, and despite the pain and the soul-sapping weariness they reach out to take their hand, and let themselves relax at last.

#whump #hurt comfort #whump scenario #fyi this was due to seeing some angsty fe3h battlefield art and someone's comment about needing a healer right right then #and my thought of eh...whichever one is still awake is going to LOSE IT if they get treated first

[whumperer-86]

killer and Healer

#whump #whumper #asian whump #emotional whump #suffering #drama #whumpee #asian whumper #bromance #chinese drama #killer and healer #mao zi jun #boshan #sick #fainted #care taker #feverish #concerned for him

[letitbehurt]

When the healer or medic of the team is injured in a way that prevents them from doing what they’re good at, so they have to direct another team member to treat their wounds properly.

#the potential in this trope is RIPE #the medic giving instructions through gritted teeth and trying to keep their head straight through the pain #the teammate visibly paranoid about messing up #afraid of hurting the healer/medic any more than they’re already hurting #this process probably happening in less-than-ideal conditions #whump

[whumpetywhump]

Whumptober Day 20 - Blanket

Ancient Detective - Ep. 17

Dear Parents - Ep. 25

Killer And Healer - Ep. 8

Mysterious Lotus Casebook - Ep. 30

White Christmas - Ep. 7

#whumptober 2023 #no.20 #blanket #ancient detective #dear parents #killer and healer #mysterious lotus casebook #white christmas #bundled in blankets #whump #kwhump #cwhump #asian whump #gifs

[shshshquietnow]

Whumpees with powers controlled by their emotions. Maybe other than that they have controll, but when they feel a certain way their powers will NOT be tamed.

Whumpees that turn invisible on instinct when scared. Whumpers that find this endlessly amusing, using man handling and a lot of physical touch because they've "got to make up for the visual unappeal."

Shapeshifting whumpees can't control their forms when angry. Lashing out at whumpers as a large bear or wolf before being restrained, brought to a cage sense "They're so insistent on acting like an animal."

Whumpees with electric powers that get turned up to ten while in pain. Everything whumper does gives them an electric shock, making any torture or punishment very frustrating for the whumper. Even if whumpee can't control it, can't do it on purpose, even if they apologize a thousand times, they are still spurned, told that "they should know better than to try THAT little stunt again."

Empath whumpees that can't help but project their strong emotions. Whumpers having to step out of the room while torturing them, or whumpers that get the smug satisfaction of feeling a wave of relief as they walk back into the house to their whumpee. Of course no good things will happen when the whumper realizes what's going on, but that won't be for a while. Caretakers rattled by anxiety and fear so overwhelming they don't know what to do, holding whumpee too close or even running, scared they're going to hurt them all over again. But also caretakers crying tears of joy when they realize why they felt so good all day: they finally made whumpee feel safe.

Whumpees that grow armor when they feel threatened, whether that be crystals growing from their skin, or thorns or whatever else. On top of the pain of whatever whumper is about to do to them they have the pain of new material growing and pricking out of their skin. Whumpers that sigh, over compensating for the armor with the pain they cause because "You're over reacting, it's not going to be THAT bad."

Whumpees that have power over plants, flowers blooming when they feel safe and warm, withering when they're depressed or lonely. Whumper's garden never grew well, not until they broke whumpee in. And after rescue caretakers garden was rotted down to the soil, but as time went on their garden flourished, more beautiful than whumper's garden could ever be.

Whumpees that subconsciously control other people's powers, making them more or less powerful depending on how much whumpee trusted them. Whumper getting annoyed beyond belief after their powers STILL barely function, even after weeks of trying to manipulate whumpee to staying. Caretaker scared for whumpees life after a rescue, none of their healing powers working on whumpee because they don't trust that this rescue isn't another of whumper's tricks.

Whumpees that can only charm abd mind control when they're most desperate. Screaming first whumper to stop until finally right before the worst punishment they do, whumpers getting PISSED, continuing on once the enchantment wears off with new found rage because "you don't get to control me, I control you."

Whumpees with "Spider senses", knowing when whumper is approaching, feeling the tingle right before every new method of torture is used. Their senses going HAYWIRE when whumper is in the room, overwhelmed.

Whumpees letting out powerful bursts of kinetic energy when it gets too much, sending anything near them flying several feet away from them. Frustrating for whumper, sure, but even MORE dangerous for the caretaker trying to save the poor confused bomb waiting to go off.

Just yes <3

#whump #whump community #superpower whump #magic whump #magic whumpee #superpowered whumpee #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #healer caretaker #hero whumpee #villain whumpee #if you want #manhandling #caged whumpee #captivity whump #cruel whumper #quiet whispering

[creadigol]

After every super battle there is a mysterious masked person who goes through the battlefield healing all, hero and villain alike. One day after a particularly gruesome battle, the healer fails to show up. The villain sets out on a journey to find the missing 'saint to all'.

#writers #writing promt #whump prompt #heros and villains #villains and heroes #healer #protective #villain prompt #villain protagonist #protective villain #protection #creadigol

[stoic-whumpee]

What's a prompt you absolutely love but think is underrated/don't see it enough?

Heya, thanks for the ask!

I really love Whumpee with self-healing power.

The idea that a renewable Whumpee who are so resilient that they can keep being hurt over and over again for a long time is very delicious. It makes that when Whumpee finally breaks, when their power is no longer able to keep them safe, the satisfaction is so much greater.

Also, thinking about a self-healing Whumpee who seems so invulnerable that no one bothers to check in on them if they're hurt. When their friends and loved ones assume that they can heal themselves, and there are other people who need more care, and Whumpee has to internalise that mindset themselves too.

Honestly, I just really love the trope of Barely Hidden, But Ignored Pain. The idea that Whumpee is hurt, but because the way they are hurt is different from what people conceptualise a "victim" is, they are mostly ignored or criticised when they couldn't "pull their weight". Whumpees who are comedic reliefs, who are healers, or caretakers, who express or experience their pain in a different way, who looks "functional" when they are not. Who has to look functional, because if they fall, no one is there to pick them up.

#whump #whump community #whump trope #angst #r speaks #r prompts #whump prompt #hiding pain #healer whump

[strawbearywhump]

A whumper with healing powers. A whumper who keeps their identity a secret to the whumpee as they're hurting them, then reveals themself as what was supposed to be a safe person. Whumpee's horror as they realize they really have no where to go, and have absolutely nothing left...

#whump #whump writing #whump prompt #whumper #whumpee #whump scenario #whump ideas #whump tropes #healer whumper #sage's stuff

[defectivehero]

background: The healer heals people through taking their pain and enduring it themselves. When they meet the villain, they’re expecting everything to go perfectly. Little do they know, the villain is somewhat of a special case...

“Holy shit,” the healer bites out, falling forward and bracing their arms on the table in front of them. There’s a wide look in their eyes and their limbs shake. The villain can’t help but feel immensely guilty that they’re the one causing that pain. Selfishly speaking, though, they haven’t felt this good in years. “Oh my gods. How are you still standing?!”

The villain wants to respond, but they're too overwhelmed by the comfortable fuzziness feeling wrapping around them. Their fatigue is slowly beginning to drain. For the first time in a long time, their eyelids don’t sting with exhaustion. They're floating in the feeling for a few moments, when they realize that something’s off. Sure enough, when they chance a glance at the other person in the room, the healer is wavering on their feet. 

“Whoa, stop,” the villain hisses, getting up and shoving the healer to break them out of their trance. “That’s more than enough.” The healer blinks at them dazedly for a moment, before shaking their head in disbelief.

“Holy fuck,” the healer whispers, looking at them with wide eyes. The villain grits their teeth, dreading the upcoming conversation. “I’m surprised you’re still alive. That pain- I’ve never felt that before. I’ve been doing this for years.”

The villain doesn't know what to say to that, so they don’t say anything. The healer isn’t deterred by their silence, and instead stares at them for a moment longer before evidently coming to a decision. 

“I’m coming back tomorrow,” the healer asserts, turning on their heel and walking out the door before they can argue. The villain stares at the door and the subsequent empty space for a long time after that. 

©2022, @defectivehero All Rights Reserved. 

#defectivehero #writing #writeblr #short fic #snippet #hero x villain #heroes and villains #healer x villain #healer #whump #I've been rly active the past few days??? #and I hate to say it but #it probably won't last very long #but ah well #I have a life outside of Tumblr unfortunately lol

[friendlylocalwhumper]

Someone’s gonna see. Someone’s gonna see the red seeping through his shirt, because dirt and sweat smeared across a white wife beater don’t hide bloodstains.

It’s not the distinctive, rich dark red of a stab wound or gunshot, either. Which is worse. If Tank or Remy see the splotchy, pus-yellow tinge around the edges of the spreading stain, they’ll know what it’s from.

Oh, hell, Major thinks, stomach dropping. His throat has already locked up around the taste of barbecue smoke. You don’t see a burn first, you smell it. And his hair is full of the same smell. Charred bacon.

A broken table wobbles in complaint as he brushes past it. Major staggers through the dark hallway of the safehouse, one hand sliding heavily across peeling wallpaper. Why fuckers ever glue paper to their walls to try to make them prettier, he’ll never know. It just ends up dusty and crunchy and peeling off. Or at least, he’s only ever seen it fucked up from age.

The smell of a musty room tinged with cheap spray-on deodorant illustrates the foggy picture of having arrived at his room. Vision’s blacked out for the moment, so smell will have to do.

Speaking of, there are footsteps out in the hall. Major’s shoulders crawl up toward his ears, and his belly twists with the hot thrill of preemptive rage.

“Miles?” Comes a soft, concerned whisper, and it sets the defensive rage withering. Major waits where he stands propped up by a shoulder pressed to the wall. Soft, heavy footfalls cross the threshold and sink into the sticky, matted carpet. “Sorry. To follow you in. I thought… sit down.”

“Fuck you,” He snaps, yanking his hand away when it’s brushed by soft skin.

“Sit. Please?” The gentler healer’s determined hand presses to the small of his back, and just like that, Major’s stubbornness buckles. He is sitting in seconds, straight on the floor. Letting his boyfriend tug up that stained shirt and hiss in sympathy.

“What happened? If you… I mean, you don’t have to talk ab-”

“Piece of shit with fire magic. I uh - wasn’t gonna fuck with ‘em but he said some shit, and - hey if I knew he had fire, I wouldn’t…”

Warm brown eyes and a knowing nod, as Remy allows his numbing magic to flow from a glowing palm to the nasty burn that stretches from navel to the back of Major’s ribcage. The tense, straw-haired warlock shudders and guarded eyes go teary as they fall closed.

#whump #drabble #major #remy #burns #angst #healing #just the soft healer boyfriend helping the prickly asshole boyfriend! #mine

[theheartwhumpswhatitwhumps]

I saw you were taking whump requests!! Could you maybe do something where Whumpee is injured but is still trying to go on missions so Caretaker has to sedate them for their own good???

Sorry this took so long. I've been working on a book and all my time goes into 1) my job and 2) the book, which for the time being is an unpaid second job. But here it is at last!

Let's sedate some whumpees!!

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cw // sedation w/ fade to black, sedation for whumpee's sake, dizziness, referenced past physical trauma (broken bones, beating), medical language, bad(??) caretaker

(as always, please let me know kindly if there are tags I miss and I will add them)

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"Any questions?"

Leader crosses his arms and watches the team digest the mission plan. Silence doesn't settle over the room so much as turn in restless circles like an anxious dog.

Everyone wonders if they should be the one to speak up. Of course there are questions. Or, at least one. Only one that matters.

Is Whumpee really coming along?

No one looks at Whumpee, sitting straight-backed in their seat, arm free of its sling a week too early. The bruises on their cheeks and neck are long faded, but under a careful eye, a yellow tinge still lingers beneath the surface. Stitches weren't enough to make up for the small chunk missing from their bottom left, leaving it misshapen. Thanks to Healer's handiwork, Whumpee is in much better shape than they could be (or should be), but no where near completely healed.

Leader looks at each team member one by one. One by one, they feel his gaze, and Leader watches every pair of eyes drift toward Whumpee's chair. This plan hinges on everyone playing their part to the letter. No room for screw ups. No room for weak links.

Healer bounces a knee beneath the table. In the cool light, her eyes flash almost threateningly.

Finally, Leader looks to Whumpee, who returns his gaze with unwavering determination.

"No questions," they say, as resolute as a charging chariot.

--

The team is dismissed to prepare for the mission at hand. In the hallway, Healer catches Leader by the crook of his arm, her fury barely reined.

"You cannot be serious."

Leader looks down at Healer's hand, raising an eyebrow. "About?"

"Don't you dare." Healer's voice is more than angry. It's vengeful. "Whumpee should never have been in the field in the first place. They weren't ready and you knew it. But you sent them anyway."

Leader wrenches his arm free. Rather, Healer lets him loose. She can't stand to touch him anymore.

"Whumpee has skills I needed to utilize. What happened was a terrible accident--"

"They were almost killed."

Leader huffs something almost like laughter. "I'm not the bad guy here. We all know the risks. This is a job like any other, and if they can't stand the heat--"

"Listen to me. Whumpee's bones are barely healed. They haven't passed a single stress test since....since it happened. They're too weak to be of any use." Harsh, maybe, but Healer can't afford to be sensitive when Whumpee's life could be on the line. "If they get into trouble, there may not be any getting out. Not like last time."

I may not be able to fix them like last time.

Leader walks away but Healer is right on his heels. "Their role is a stationary one," Leader says, unperturbed. "Very little chance of trouble finding them from a surveillance van. If they want to back out, they need only say the word."

Fury ablaze, Healer steps in front of Leader, blocking his path. She ignores how a dangerous look flashes across his face. "Whumpee would step in front of a moving train if you told them to. To prove that they could. To make you proud. Don't you dare take advantage of that. They are not your soldier."

More than his usual annoyance, the new look on Leader's face puts Healer at unease. But she stands her ground, refusing to step aside. It's not a look of anger, of indignation at her disrespect. It's thoughtfulness. Like he's just been handed a fun new toy. Like he can't wait to see what it can do.

"Loyalty," he says, and the way the word rolls off his tongue makes Healer's stomach drop, "is a valuable gift. To give, and to be given. Whumpee's loyalty makes them an incredibly important asset to the team....and you're right, Healer. You're absolutely right. Whumpee should be safeguarded, given time to heal and regain their strengths. Effective immediately, they're suspended from the mission."

Healer can't find it in herself to be relieved. There's a caveat coming, she can feel it.

Leader lays a heavy hand on her shoulder, and her stomach drops. "We'll be leaving in an hour. Best give Whumpee one more check up, don't you think?"

--

Excitement runs hot and electric through Whumpee as they practically run to the medical wing. Time for another mission, but more than that. A second chance.

They knock on the examination room door, but don't wait for permission to enter. At this point, this room is as familiar to them as their own quarters. They've spent the better part of a month inside these sterile white walls under Healer's masterful hands.

Healer works at the counter, her back to Whumpee.

"You can't seem to get rid of me, doc!" They hop on the examination table, jarring their sore arm, but they don't let on how much it hurts. They've been practicing.

Craning their neck, they try to peer over Healer's shoulder but can't catch a glimpse of her work. Their thoughts swiftly drift to the mission, and their eyes to the anatomical posters hanging around the room. Skeletal system, nervous system, muscular, endocrine. Diagrams of the human brain. Healer had shown Whumpee what was happening in their body when she healed them from Villain's beatdown, how her powers combined with the medicine she prescribed facilitated almost miraculous repairs.

"Whip up some of your magic so I can get out of here!" Whumpee pinches a corner off the paper covering the exam table. "I still need to get my things ready. Lots to do. I didn't pack enough snacks last time. Or gauze." They shake away the memories. This time, they'll be more careful.

"I just want to make sure you're all set for field work," Healer says. Something clatters on the counter. "Can't be too careful."

Whumpee slowly flexes their sore arm, rolling their eyes. If there's one thing they've learned about Healer through all this, it's that she's inhumanly thorough. No stone unturned, no ailment untreated. Her attention to detail combined with unmatched empathy made her a good medic. The best Whumpee has ever seen, actually. And she tells it straight, the good and the bad, no lies to spare your feelings. Whumpee knows her tough love is the real reason why they've healed so quickly from the worst beating they've ever survived.

"Leader seems to think I'm ready to get back out there. I've got an important role in the plan. You heard him, he said--"

"Leader isn't your doctor."

Healer's voice was hard edges and ice. Whumpee had heard that voice before, usually when she found out that they'd been negelcting physical therapy. Whumpee felt themself shrink a bit in their seat, disappointed to have been a disappointment.

Healer exhales a slow breath, her back and shoulders deflating until she, too, seems smaller where she stands. "But…he believes in you. You've made a lot of progress. I'm very proud of you. You’re gonna do great."

Healer turns around and walks to where Whumpee, ever the model patient, sits on the cushioned table. In one hand she holds a bottle of water, and in the other, she pinches a small paper cup between her fingers. At the bottom, two blue tablets lay like pale snapdragon petals.

She holds out the water and cup. "Down the hatch."

"What's this?" Whumpee asks, but takes both from her.

Healer adjusts the pillow at the head of the table, hair obstructing her eyes. “Pain relief.”

Easy enough, Whumpee knocks the pills back. With the water, they go down smoothly. “That’s it then?”

“Yeah, that’s it.”

Thrill rushes through them. Back in the field. Another chance to prove their skill. Their capability. Their worth.

Leader believes in me, they think. Healer is proud of me. They don’t know which is the sweeter thought.

They jump from the table, mind already back in their room, gathering up what they need for the mission. No sooner do their shoes touch the tile floor than that shock of thrill turns cold, then fuzzy warm, and then the lights are too bright. And the room is tilting.

“Woah—”

Their knees buckle beneath them. They reach for something to catch but it’s too late. They’re already falling and the world is out of reach.

Strong arms scoop them up. “Easy does it.” Healer’s voice.

“Healer, I…I feel…”

“I know.”

Grotesque diagrams of flayed human bodies warp beneath the harsh lights. There is something here, in this room where safety could once be trusted. Something wrong.

The horrible images all slide away, replaced by a cold, rectangular sun. Healer is somewhere, close and distant, laying them back on the table with arms too long. Softness embraces their head but Whumpee finds no comfort in it.

Half of what they mean to say is lost, butchered as it passes through the sieve of their tongue and teeth. “Healer...(help)...I'm...(feeling)...wrong."

“Shh, I know.”

Sharp metal gleams on the border of their sight but when they turn to see what instruments of pain and horror await, there are only blurred silver sheets where tables once were, and Healer’s sad eyes.

Then Whumpee understands. And they know they’d take ten broken bones over betrayal's deep, hollow pain.

Maybe there were real words on their tongue, or a scream, or a curse, but all that comes out is a high whimper—weak, pathetic, helpless—that follows them into sleep.

#heartwhump #whump requests #whump drabble #whump writing #sedation #fade to black #whumpee #bad leader #healer #whump betrayal #not sure if it's cool to tag with hero and sidekick but it's a hero setting so #hero whump #sidekick whumpee #bad caretaker #maybe??? #betrayal #caretaker

[ohwrite]

Hero keeps their healer close to them, hiding the healers identity to the point it is stifling.

Healer is tired of hiding, and runs away. right into the jaws of a whumper.

#whump #healer whumpee #heroes and villains

[whumpetywhump]

Killer And Healer - Ep. 8

#killer and healer #cdrama #hypothermia #feverish #collapse #passing out #unconscious #rescue #concern #caretaker #bromance #protective friend #face touching #cradled #carried #ian yi #mao zi jun #whump #cwhump #asian whump