#broken nose
⚠️TW Bloody nose⚠️
It’s not a comfort character unless you project you’re trauma onto them!
Whumptober Day 5
“No, no, no, no, no, no,” Juliet whines.
“We have to do it; there’s no way around it. Let’s just get it over with. Want me to hold your hand?” Anna offers in a calm and sweet yet not condescending tone. “You’re in great hands, Juliet. Dr. Byrne has reset tons of noses.”
“Is there any way we can numb it?” Juliet asks.
“The lidocaine will hurt more than the actual procedure,” Rory responds. “You ready?” He approaches the side of the gurney and softly places his left hand on Juliet’s chin, securing her head. He reaches his right hand toward her nose, but is forcefully swatted away by Juliet.
“NO,” Juliet insists.
Anna sighs. “Fine. I didn’t want to have to do this,” she says, climbing onto the gurney. She places herself across Juliet, her feet restraining Juliet’s legs and her hands pinning Juliet’s arms to the gurney. “This will take five seconds. Rory, we’re ready.”
Juliet squirms under Anna as Rory reassumes his position. Rory grasps Juliet’s nose just under the bridge. On a count of three, he firmly pushes it back into place. The crack of the reset bones barely make a sound over Juliet’s screams.
Anna climbs off the gurney. “All done. We’ll get you some tape to hold it in place and some ice to help with the pain and swelling. My shift is over in an hour. If you want to stick around, I can drive you home.”
Whumptober 2021, for the prompt broken nose(no.5)
A White Rose (Pt. 5)
(This series is created using the prompts from @summer-of-whump)
Continued from here
CW: Blood, funeral, broken nose, dehumanization, beating
Shea was at the funeral. Nicholas had ordered him not to cry— he said it would cause a scene— but Shea was having trouble obeying. At the reception after the burial, Nicholas pulled him aside.
“I see tear stains.” He remarked.
“I’m sorry, sir, please forgive me…” Shea dipped his head.
After a moment of silence, Nicholas said, “No.” He took Shea by the arm and pulled him into a side room. “Look at me.”
Shea was getting used to that command. Master Wilson had never allowed Shea to look him in the eye, but Nicholas seemed to find it disrespectful when Shea didn’t look him in the eye.
Nicholas punched Shea in the face, sending him stumbling backwards and onto the ground.
Tears of pain streaked down Shea’s cheeks and his vision clouded as he felt blood dripping from his nose. He didn’t try to get up.
“Hm.” Nicholas said. Shea could hear him walk closer. “I always wondered how it would feel to make you bleed.” He picked Shea up by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against a wall. Shea gave a sharp cry as one of his wings hit the wall at a wrong angle. “Do you want me to stop?”
Shea took a shaky breath. “S-sir, I wish for you to d-do what you see fit… I-I disobeyed an order. If this is my punishment, I won’t protest it.”
Nicholas scoffed. “You can’t stay strong forever. I’ll break you if it’s the last thing I do.”
Shea was confused by that. He wasn’t strong. He was weak. There was nothing to break— Shea knew he was as good as worthless— especially to Nicholas.
Just as Shea’s vision started to clear, Nicholas punched him again. This time, Shea felt his nose crack. He tasted blood as it poured down his face. Shea winced as he felt Nicholas pull his hair.
“Why is your hair so damn long?” Nicholas shoved Shea into the ground. “It’s like you’re asking for people to drag you around with it.”
Shea wheezed as Nicholas kicked him in the ribs and then pulled him back to his feet by his hair.
“Clean up. You’ve got blood everywhere. All over the floor, too. Rejoin me when your done.”
“Yes, sir.” Shea breathed, trying to catch his breath.
No. 5 - I’VE GOT RED IN MY LEDGER
betrayal | misunderstanding|brokennose
Harrison hadn’t seen the Daniels in years. He’d been passed from foster to foster, causing problems wherever he ended up. When his final placement fell through, he had nowhere else to go. He had no support to get on his own two feet, no education to get a job, and far too much alcohol to do much else.
His funds quickly dwindled, and nobody would help him. The little help he did get, he refused to accept it, kicking off until they left him alone. After a week of no electricity or water, he gave in, packed his bags, and headed for the Daniels.
By the time he got there, several buses and a few miles walk later, it was dark. His phone was long out of charge and he knew he should have called first, but he wasn’t that considerate. There was a chill to the air, but the alcohol kept him warm despite only being in a t-shirt. It took a few attempts to find the correct door, a few wrong answers and several angry people. He hammered on the door again, leaning against the frame.
Fao liked being home. Uni had been great when he lived away, but after Finn’s accident he needed his family, and Fao was glad to be there for him. Recovery had been slow, but he was always there to help his little brother out.
Everyone was scattered about the house when there was a knock at the door. Fred was cooking, Sheila was upstairs doing something, and Finn was apparently doing his homework (though Fao had his doubts). Fao was stretched out on the sofa reading at the time, the loud sound startling him. Were they expecting someone? Sheila hadn’t said anything.
He stood up and crossed the room to the front door, pulling it open. He didn’t recognise the boy stood in front of him, in scruffy clothes and looking slightly unsteady. He was probably a couple of years younger than Fao, but not much younger than that. He looked skinny and unkempt, and Fao frowned.
“Can I help you?”
“The fuck are you?”
“Uh, I live here?”
Harrison scowled at him. “Where’s Sheila?”
“Upstairs. You got a name, kid?”
“Fred, then.” He glanced past Fao. “Where’s he?”
“Look, who are you?”
“I don’t have to answer to you.” He swayed slightly. “Just get them, will you?”
“I don’t know who you are. Why should I get them?”
“Because I’ve asked you to.”
“I don’t even know who you are.” Fao said, folding his arms over his chest.
“So go get them.”
“I’m not just letting you walk into my house.” Fao’s voice was hard.
“Did I ask to walk in "your” house?“
“I live here, it’s just as much my house.”
"Like fuck is it. ”
“So you’re just gonna show up at the door and tell me what is and isn’t my house?”
“Fuck off with your high and mighty attitude, mate.”
“You’ve really got some balls, haven’t you? I just want to know what the fuck you actually want.”
Harrison shoved him. “I’ve told you.”
“Hey, hey. Watch it.” Fao growled, pushing him back.
“Stop being such a dick then.”
“What the fuck is your problem?”
“I’ve asked you to get Fred and you’re being an absolute dick.” He squared up to Fao. “So, yeah. You’remy problem.”
Fao pushed him back, hard. “Oh, fuck off. Stop being such a fucking cunt.”
Harrison stumbled back, tripping over the front step and landing sprawled in the driveway. “You’re the fucking cunt.”
“Yeah, whatever mate.”
He struggled to his feet. “You’re a fucking wanker.”
“Says you.”
He swung for the other boy, frustrated beyond belief. It wasn’tfair.
The other boy was slow and uncoordinated, and Fao countered his punch with his own, sharp and angry. He wasn’t taking any more shit from him.
Harrison staggered back. Fao’s punch had landed, making its mark on his cheek. Blood welled in his mouth and he swore before he spat it out. He swung again.
Harrison’s counter attack landed well, Fao reveling in his hit and too distracted to dodge. He staggered back into the hallway, reeling.
“Dickhead.” He spat.
Fao gripped the wall, his head spinning. “You’re fuckin’ insane.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be such a wanker.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t just stand there and act like you own everything!” Fao snapped, his voice harsh.
“Coming from you, that’s rich.” Harrison shook his head. “I asked for one thing and you think you rule the place.”
“Almost as if it’s my house.”
“Yeah, right.”
Fao’s cheek, where Harrison had caught him, was throbbing, and he was sure a bruise was forming already.
“You’ve yet to give me a good reason why I should let you in.”
“I didn’t ask to come in, did I?” He spat. “I asked for Sheila or Fred.”
“What do you want them for anyway? How do you even know them?”
He wasn’t going to admit that. “I just do, alright? Please.”
“I’m not getting them without knowing why.”
“For fuck’s sake!” He snapped, trying to balance himself on the doorframe. “I’ve just fucking asked you to get them!”
Fao just reacted as the other boy moved to lean on the doorframe, and swung another punch at him. He had to look out for his family.
Harrison dropped like a sack of shit, landing in a crumpled heap. He hadn’t even seen Fao’s punch coming. Sheila, on the other hand, had.
“Faolan!”
Fao wasn’t a complete arsehole, when the other boy hit the deck he moved to crouch next to him, but Sheila’s shout made him flinch. Fuck.
“Go get Fred. You’ve done enough.” Her tone was hard as she placed her hand on his shoulder. “Go on.”
“I didn’t…” He said quietly. “I jus’…”
“Move it.” She clicked her fingers at him. “Now.”
His words died on his tongue and he stood up, bolting back into the house. Guilt curled in his stomach, and he went in search of Fred.
Sheila crouched by Harrison, gently rubbing his shoulder. Blood was pouring from his nose and his lip was split. She rolled her eyes. Boys.
Harrison jerked back from her hand, disorientated and swinging immediately. Nothing landed and despite his blurred vision he recognised Sheila, reaching for her with shaky hands.
Fred was cooking, and Fao was filled with dread as he stepped into the kitchen, bravado completely drained out of him. “F-Fred?”
“What’s up, kiddo?”
“Sh-Sheila wants you. D-door.”
He turned, still half-heartedly stirring. “What happened?”
He couldn’t do much more than lamely shrug his shoulders, struggling for words. “She wants you.”
Fred knew there was more going on, but also that he wasn’t going to get any more from Fao. “Stir that. I’ll back in a minute.”
Fao nodded. He could stir, he’d be out of the way then. He moved closer, aware of the blood on his knuckles. He was shaking, virtually trembling.
Fred wasn’t long, not entirely surprised to find Sheila crouched over a very confused Harrison. It had been a few years since they’d seen him, but he’d often turn up every few years anyway. The teenager had already thrown up over the front step, though Sheila had managed to start to control his bleeding nose - it was obviously broken.
The pair helped Harrison to his feet - he didn’t weigh much, more lanky than anything- and slowly took him through to the living room. They’d have to go to hospital, there was no doubt about that, but they needed to get him sorted enough to be fine in the car.
Fao kept quiet in the kitchen, leaning against one of the counters to keep himself upright. His legs felt weak, his chest a little tight. He’d fucked up, they were going to kick him out.
Fred called for Finn before he headed back through to the kitchen. Though Fao had attempted to stir, they needed to leave and it would be ruined by the time they got back. Fao looked like he’d seen a ghost, and he had a pretty nasty bruise blossoming around his eye too.
“Grab a hoodie, She’s taking us to hospital.”
Fao startled, looking up. “‘m fine. I’ll jus’ go up to my room, out of the way.” He said quietly.
“Not a chance.”
“‘m fine.”
“Yeah? That bruise looks fine. Hoodie, car, five minutes.”
He didn’t have a choice, did he? He toyed with just hiding in his room anyway, and then thought better of it. He didn’t want to get into any more trouble. So he abandoned the cooking, and rushed upstairs to grab a hoodie, feeling distinctly lightheaded.
They’d already managed to get Harrison into the car, a dish between his legs for when he inevitably threw up. Fao was directed to the front seat, Finn shoved in the back with his mum. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but had quickly been distracted.
Fred turned to Fao, offering him an ice pack. “You don’t look too great. Are you going to puke as well?”
He shook his head, but took the ice. “No.”
“Are you gonna pass out on me?”
“Probably not.”
“You feel dizzy?” He checked as he pulled off the drive.
“Not really.” It wasn’t a completelie.
“So, yes.” Fred rolled his eyes. “Let me know if it gets worse.”
“Notdizzy. I’m fine.”
He let out a heavy sigh. “We’re not impressed with all of…this. We’ll deal with it later, but right now, we need to make sure you two are okay.”
“Sorry.” He looked down at his lap. “I can go back to my flat after we’ve come back.”
“We’re not having a repeat of last time.”
He made a noise in protest. “I won’t.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll get it sorted.”
“Sorry.”
“Not me you need to apologise to, is it?”
“Oh.”
“He definitely came out worse off than you.” Fred glanced at Fao. “You’ve got a surprisingly good punch on you.”
“Rugby.” He mumbled.
“Yeah. Better be careful on nights out.” He said. “Don’t want you getting in trouble.”
“‘m careful.”
“Apparently so.”
Fao was quiet, staring down at his lap, the bruises blooming over his knuckles. “Sorry.”
“Hey.” Fred reached out to rest a hand on Fao’s knee. “It’s going to be okay.”
Fao flinched, pulling away with a sharp intake of breath.
“Sorry, sorry.” Fred placed his hand back on the steering wheel.
“It’s fine.”
He hummed. “Sure. That’s why we’re driving to A&E at this time of night.”
“I don’t need A&E.”
“That one does.” He gestured to Harrison. “Kinda your fault.”
“I didn’t mean to…”
Fred raised his eyebrow. “Looks like you did.”
“I-” Fao cut himself off. “Nevermind.”
“At least we don’t need a guard dog.”
“I was only trying to…”
“Break his nose? Did a good job at that.”
“No.” He protested, his voice wavering.
“What, then?”
“Doesn’t matter, does it? Still fucking did it.”
“I’m not swearing at you, I don’t appreciate you swearing at me.” He warned.
“Sorry.” He mumbled, and decided not to say anything else.
Fred didn’t bother to reply. There was no talking to him when he was like that, and he didn’t really have the energy. Harrison was still throwing up in the back seat, Sheila having her work cut out trying to soothe him and keep Finn distracted.
Every time the other boy vomited, Fao winced. It wasn’t exactly pleasant, adding nausea to his guilt. He had half a mind to bolt when they got to the hospital, but he knew he wouldn’t get away with it.
Fred pulled in, dropping the car close to the entrance. “Fao, you go in with Sheila and Hars. I’m going to take Finn home. You can call me when you’re done.”
He nodded, pulling his hoodie closer, and got out of the car wordlessly. He waited for Sheila and Harrison, looking down at the floor.
Sheila said goodbye to her husband and son, walking the other two into the emergency reception. “I don’t know what went on between the two of you, but if you two cause any problems in the emergency department, so help me god.”
Fao shook his head. “Won’t.”
Harrison’s agreement was with his head in the sick bowl, looking up at Fao and then Sheila. “He started it.”
“Didn’t.”
“Did too.”
Fao huffed. “It’s always my fault.”
“Boys. That’s enough.”
Fao shrugged but fell silent. They headed inside and got checked in, Sheila sat between the two boys.
Harrison was seen to first, thanks to Fao knocking him out. She didn’t trust Fao not to run off, so made him sit outside the bay as Harrison was seen to. They had a bit more to check with Harrison too, the younger boy having just turned up on their doorstep.
Fao hated being stuck in the ED. Especially when he wasn’t really all that injured, and he didn’t really have Sheila for comfort. She was preoccupied keeping Harrison on the straight and narrow. It did make Fao wonder what the point of the both of them coming in was. Of course, he was stuck waiting, the A&E corridors cold and unwelcoming.
With Harrison reasonably settled in a bed in majors, Sheila headed to the corridor to find Fao. She sat heavily beside him, turning to look at the bruises on his face.
He looked over at her. “He okay?”
“Settled. How are you?”
“Fine.”
“Yeah, you look fine.”
He shrugged. “I’ve had worse. Don’t really need to be here.”
“I still want you checked over.”
“I’m fine.”
“Better than he is.”
“My fault.”
“I don’t know what happened between the two of you. That’s for you to sort out when you’re both better.”
“I fucked up.”
“I doubt it was all your fault.”
“Might as well be.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Is in Fred’s opinion.”
“Did he say that?” She asked, nudging him.
“Pretty much. Said it was my fault we had to come in.”
“Well, you did knock Harrison out.”
“So it’s all my fault.”
“Did you need to knock him out?”
“Obviously not. I didn’t mean to knock him out.”
“What were you meaning to do then?’
“I don’t know, okay?!” He snapped. “He showed up, I didn’t know who the fuck he was, he got aggy, I didn’t want someone coming in the . house when I had no idea who they are and they were acting out. He looked like he was going to force his way inside, so I swung. He’d already swung at me, so… I reacted. I didn’t want anyone getting hurt.”
Sheila was calm. "Why didn’t you get one of us?”
“I don’t know. Because he was asking for you like he owned the place. And he was drunk, it put me on edge.”
“All the more reason to get one of us. Or just walk away, shut the door and all that.”
“I thought I could handle things. Y’know, look out for everyone.”
“That’s what we’re there for.”
“It’s different. I don’t know.”
“We’re the adults. The adult adults. We’re here to look after you.”
“I jus’ wanted to look after things.”
“I appreciate that, but it hasn’t worked out too well this time.”
“I know.”
“You can’t just get away with it.”
“You think I don’t know that?”
“There has to be some punishment.”
He shrugged. “I don’t expect otherwise.”
“I know, but I don’t want it to be like it used to. The problem is that we have to have some repercussions for our actions, you know?”
“I understand that. I was never under any illusion that there wouldn’t be? I fucked up.”
“I just don’t want you to think we’re out to get you.” She said softly, leaning against him. “You were brave standing up for us, but it was just directed at the wrong person. With some stubbornness in there too, I bet.”
He shrugged. “I guess.”
“I don’t know what went on, but he’s not a bad guy, you know?” She continued. “He’s been through a lot, not unlike you.”
“He started the fight.”
“Did he?”
“He shoved me.”
“Doesn’t surprise me.”
“So forgive me for being somewhat on the defensive.”
“I don’t blame you for that.”
“But you’re still mad at me. Why can’t I just go back to my flat?”
“Because I don’t want you to go back and just cut us off.” She said, frustrated. “You go back to your flat and you get off scot free from us and you beat yourself up.”
“You keep talking about consequences. Whatever they are, I can take them, but I’d rather you stop pussyfooting around them and just tell me straight. I’m assuming you’re not going to beat the ever loving shit out of me, so I kind of need to know where I stand.”
“Of course we’re not going to hit you.“ She took a steadying breath. "Right now, I need to focus on Hars and getting him out of hospital. We can talk about the consequences when you’re back home.”
Prompt #53
“You owe me for this,” the guard snarls, one hand held to cup their bleeding nose, gaze locked on whumpee in the corner.
“I- I didn’t-” whumpee begins, flinching as the door is shoved open, and whumper strides in.
I’m pretty sure I saw this somewhere as a prompt/trope a while ago, but I can’t find it now ;-; In any case, this idea really took hold of my brain, so much that it led to me writing something whumpy for the first time in months
Contains: villain whump, superpower dynamics, swear words, descriptions of blood and injury
It’d been a long day.
As he walked, grumbling, Hero kicked a bottle alongside the deserted road, watching it skitter in and out of shallow puddles. His last kick was a little too forceful - it clattered off several yards away, past a figure he hadn’t noticed until then. The figure snapped his head up in his direction, but Hero was swathed in the darkness of broken streetlights and shuttered windows, and he remained unseen.
Hero, however, could see clearly who the figure was.
He smiled grimly. About time my luck changed!
As Villain moved quickly into a nearby alley, Hero sped after him, determined not to lose sight of the man his team hadn’t been able to locate for nearly a month. You’re not slipping away this time.
Rounding the corner, Hero was met with a face full of broken glass as the bottle Villain flung at him shattered upon contact. Hero barely flinched, unharmed. He looked up to meet Villain’s wide-eyed stare.
Hero raised a brow. “That wasn’t a very good idea,” he remarked, before lunging forward and snatching Villain up by his throat.
He felt the muscles of Villain’s throat work as he swallowed audibly. “…It wasn’t, was it,” Villain admitted with a grimace.
Hero frowned slightly. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was…off, with Villain tonight.
Something was different, but he couldn’t let his guard down now - that’s what always inevitably happened whenever they’d battled in the past, and that’s how the slippery jerk was able to escape him every time, always just as he was about to cart him off to jail. Well, not tonight. Hero had the element of surprise on his side this time, and he meant to take full advantage.
A sudden pain then made him drop Villain, who took off like a bullet - Hero looked down to see he was bleeding from a small wound at his side. The bastard had stabbed him.
With renewed resolve, Hero tapped into his powers and dashed after Villain. He caught up to him just as he turned his back to the brick wall that blocked his escape. Without slowing down, Hero rammed into Villain and they both went crashing through what turned out to be a rather thick wall, the momentum sending them tumbling quite a while before they stopped. Hero made sure to stay on top of his adversary, pinning him down amid the rubble, and didn’t wait for the dust to settle before slamming a fist into his face.
He froze at the sound of a distinct crack.
The familiar yet altogether unexpected sound, plus the fact that Villain was unmoving beneath him, drew Hero into taking a moment to really look at the man. His eyes were closed, and he was bleeding from several places across his pale face and arms, dust and debris cloying to the wounds. A particularly nasty-looking gash just above his ear had that whole side of his head already slick with blood. What caught Hero’s eye most, however, was the blood that streamed out of Villain’s nose - a nose which was swollen and…crooked, as if it were broken.
But that couldn’t be. Not from just a single punch from him. And what was with all those other injuries? Hero - and Villain, for that matter - had dished out much worse punishment in previous scuffles with each other, and he’d never seemed too worse for wear; Hero was certain he could tell if he was truly hurt, even under that strange full-bodied set of armor he always wore. No, the only way he could’ve sustained that much damage from such a little tussle would be if…
Oh.
He’s not wearing any armor now, is he?
Oh,no.
“You’rehuman?!” Hero cried, incredulous, as Villain stirred back into consciousness.
The man winced, blinking rapidly, as he made what looked like a herculean effort to focus his gaze onto Hero. Villain flashed bloodied teeth as he rasped, “What gave it away?”
Rachel Ball VS Eftychia Kathopouli
Not very visible in the video, but this was a complete bloodbath.
