Whump Prompt #1037
So your character has matured over the last few years. As they’ve grown up they’ve come to realise that maybe rushing their past recoveries was actually a terrible idea, as they suffer consequences to this day (aches and pains, flare-ups, repressed trauma etc).
So now they listen to doctors when they’ve been injured/sick - they dutifully take their medicines, force themselves to go to physical therapy on time (they even try to be nice to the PT on occasion!), they take the full amount of leave/bed rest (though they do sneak some paperwork in), and they don't try to push themselves.
Such maturity is commended by the team/family/friends as it goes to show how far your character has come, as well as easing their worry of them.
However. (And there always is a however in these situations)
What if a rival or a group of reckless newcomers see this as your character just being lazy or trying to get out of work? Maybe they take this to the higherups (but the higher-ups just laugh because your character is ‘actually doing as they’re told’). Maybe after this they go directly to your character and attack them in some way (verbally or physically) - or maybe they’re sick of seeing them be more cautious on missions and decide to throw them in danger.
Of course this takes a huge toll on your characters confidence... so what if they decide to go back to their old ways?
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The whumpee hid any mistakes they made from the caretaker, just like they used to do with the whumper. The whumpee would hide injuries as well, which often meant that the caretaker would find them when the injuries where at their worst, anxious about how the injuries had gotten there in the first place.
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Scars on Your Skin like Stars in the Sky
Draco x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of past wounds (not at all specific) and scars, I think that’s all! :)
Summary: As the Hogwarts floors are quiet and all eyelids are shut, Reader lays in Draco’s bed, asking him about his scars.
Note:
- No use of Y/N
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- Any mistakes noticed? Let me know so I can fix it! :)
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The silky sheets were smooth and cool beneath her skin, spreading warmth throughout her body but just enough for her to not overheat. The soft blanket covered her legs and legs only, leaving her upper body exposed for the air that surrounded them.
But the sheets on her skin was the last thing on her mind, for the man lying beside her was the center of her attention. He still had his white polo shirt on, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as his sliver eyes focused on the ceiling. But she knew him by now, thinking such as her own eyes traveled along the side of his face; the curve of his forehead, his long nose that was round at the end, and his plump lips she loved to kiss every so often. She just knew his mind was on her, her touch that she was currently giving him. Her cheek rested on his shoulder, the warmth of his skin seeping through the shirt that covered his body. Her hand stroked the skin of his arm that was exposed, mind thinking wondrous things about his body. It was so beautifully sculpted to her, every inch perfect and so carefully detailed. She could do this forever, lay here and stroke his body, occasionally tilting her head up to whisper sweet nothings on his ear as her lips ghosted it.
Her fingers continued to stroke his arm, sometimes running over his stomach, feeling the strong muscles beneath the fabric. Her fingers stopped when she felt a slight bump on his skin, something that someone else would surely see as a flaw but she found as a little piece of art on his body. He noticed her fingers halt their movements, head glancing down to meet her eyes. “Where is this from?” She asked quietly, almost hesitant to ask him but her voice couldn’t help but be filled with curiosity. He sighed after a couple seconds, looking back to the ceiling and licking his lips, her watching his every movement. “Burnt myself in Potions.” He answered shortly, eyes scanning the ceiling as if he was asking it a question and it was at the point of telling him the answer.
“Did it hurt?” She asked carefully, stroking the scar of the burn as if it would take it away. Now, if anyone besides her asked him that question he would become very annoyed, because obviously a burn to his arm hurt like Merlin. But since she asked with so much concern, so much care in her voice that made him feel like she felt compassion and affection towards him, he answered honestly and softly. “Yes, it hurt. Very much so.”
Her eyebrows furrowed, almost like him feeling pain was something that shouldn’t exist on Earth. He chucked softly at her expression before lifting his hand to brush it off her face, fingers stroking her cheek.
“How about this one?” She asked gently, fingers coming in contact with a scar that was on his upper chest, feeling his heart beat on her palm.He smiled at her ever so gently, letting her continue to massage the scar that formed there. “Quidditch.” He replied, answer short and sweet as always. She knew he wouldn’t elaborate but him answering and allowing her to stroke his scars was something she was beyond grateful for; for it told her that he was comfortable enough around her to share his past injuries and occurrences.
“Well I hope there isn’t any more to add to the collection.” She spoke soft, stroking his arm once again. He nodded, swallowing thickly as he once again looked at the ceiling, but she once again knew that his mind was swarming with thoughts of her.
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