#tw drugged

[nartothelar]

I KNOW THIS IS SUDDEN BUT I NEEEEED A DRUGGED CORBEAU (drugged by kidnappers or himself, whatever!)

PLEASSSEEE💔 EMMETT HIS SAVIOR

still in pain so here’s drugged corbeau

- his captors tried to use a truth serum on him but corbeau’s poisonous biology reacted badly to it

- symptoms: nausea, disorientation, high body temp, impaired vision, inability to lie

[jordanstrophe]

Blood spilled between whumpees fingers. One hand held their side, the other was shoving Caretaker back.

"You’re making it worse, stop fighting me!" Caretaker shouted, grabbed their shoulders. Whumpee's expression glared, but their eyes looked hurt, like they were about to burst into tears.

"I don't want your he-help, I don't trust y-"

Their eyes suddenly widened when a needle pierced their neck. The tears immediately let out, caretaker's hand shifted to their cheek as their head began to slump to the side.

"I know. I know you'll hate me when you wake up. That’s fine. Just… wake up."

[lovelizards]

"No!" Ariadne screamed, her voice a harrowing echo off the glass around them, "Stop! Mudan! Stop, please! No - no!"

When Ariadne jolted awake she only had a second or two to gather her senses before vicious, searing pain exploded through her back.

She tensed against it, groaning, but it only made the pain worse.

Panicking, she tried to sit up - completely nude and trembling - and when she found that was impossible, tried to turn over onto her elbows.

Was she still on the windowsill? Where was the -

Her hand slipped in something wet and warm.

A pool of fresh blood underneath her.

Ariadne floundered, trying to scramble away from it, but her back - throbbing and wet, made her body convulse in painful spasms and stopped her in her tracks.

"Well, well - good morning, sleepyhead," the rumble of the human's voice vibrated in her head, and when she forced her eyes open, she saw it's big, oily face hovering very close to her.

There was a thick bandage around his head, covering up the entire left side of his face - and the nasty smell of infection coming from underneath it.

"Y...you..." Ariadne wheezed, "...bastard...ghhk..."

"Oh don't be dramatic, you won't die from having your wings removed. Usually I heal the wounds before you wake up - but I wanted you to experience it, you hateful little bitch."

Her wings...!

Angry, frightened tears welled in Ariadne's eyes.

She tried to pull herself away, smearing her way through her own blood, looking for something - anything - to use as a weapon.

The human reached out its giant hand; "Now, hold still," it said, pressing her flat against the table, before sinking a huge, sharp needle through her back - down, down all the way to her womb - and injecting something inside of her.

Ariadne screamed, but her voice was hoarse and broken.

The needle jolted her body as it pulled out of her, after which the human sprinkled a white powder over her that burned white-hot in her open wounds.

Her entire body convulsed so hard she couldn't breathe, she thought she might pass out again, but cruelly she remained awake, frozen in place, as the skin on her back bubbled and churned and knitted itself back together.

And when it was done, the human picked her up - heaving with breath - and wiped her body down with a cold, wet cloth that grated against her tender skin.

With little ceremony it tied her wrists with a coarse rope - dropping some kind of hot liquid into the knots, which made the rope adhere to her skin.

Then, it tipped her out of its hand and into a tall glass jug.

No dirt, no plants, just a thin layer of rough canvas on the bottom and two heavy weights attached to the other ends of her rope bindings.

"Now don't go anywhere," the human chuckled, "I'll bring your little boyfriend right over."

Ariadne's body still trembled in the aftershock of pain; around her the domed glass walls pressed, suffocating - it was maybe ten, fifteen paces wide.

The weak light of early evening flooded in through the nearby window, clouds on the horizon blocking any real hope of sun.

Like a decorative plant, she had been placed on the windowsill.

She pulled herself up and heaved a shoulder against one of the weights attached to her by rope, but even if she had been at full strength, there was no moving it alone.

And even if it could be moved, to what end?

The jug's exit towered above her, a hole just large enough to fit through - but unless the entire glass bottle were toppled onto its side there was no way to get up to it.

Ariadne tried to steady her racing heart, finding each frightened breath too quick and shallow to fill her lungs.

No way out...

The door of the room beyond her glass prison opened again.

No escape, no more chances...

Tears boiled down her cheeks, burning in the back of her throat.

The message she sent...it wouldn't arrive in time to -

"Now, here were are," the human said, his giant, gnarled hand stretching out over the opening of the bottle as he dropped a familiar body down into the fabric next to Ariadne.

She instinctively raised an arm to cover her breasts.

Mudan; he was also nude, his body riddled with scars - nail marks, long scratches, and the telltale circular marks from being pinned.

But his bad arm, the one that had been un-useable from iron poisoning - it was scarred over and pink, as if freshly healed.

He looked thinner than before, his eyes hollow and sunken.

For a few moments he didn't move, though his chest rose and fell and his eyes were open, staring blankly up into nothing.

"M...Mudan?" Ariadne breathed, then flinched as he sat bolt upright at her words.

He looked at her only briefly - but she saw it.

His face flushed deeply all the way to his ears, visible pinpricks ran down his arms, and - before he doubled over to hide it - something terrible and stiff between his thighs.

"I didn't want it to be like this..." he mumbled, slurring the words, "I tried to tell you...no escape..."

"M - Mudan, try - try to focus," Ariadne tried, shying away from him, "Percy and Briar - are they...?"

"Don't know." Mudan shook his head sharply, as if trying to shake the thought right out of it, "Gone. Hiding, somewhere. You - you were right - if - if I'd listened to you - nngh!"

He doubled over further as something shuddered through him.

"How - how long has it been? Do you know?" Ariadne asked, slowly, carefully collecting the slack in her rope bindings - the only weapon she had.

Mudan's heaving breaths were punctuated by coarse groans.

"Ariadne..." Mudan managed, turning back towards her.

His glassy amber eyes were blank through the tangled curtain of his hair; those eyes flickered over her body, drinking in her figure like a man dying of thirst.

A chill of dread washed over her as Ariadne slowly stood up.

If it was her strength against his...

"You don't have to do this, Mudan..." Ariadne said, gathering the rope up in front of her, "You - you're stronger than this, I know you can -"

She was interrupted as the entire world around her shook, the fabric slipped around under her feet, and a booming echo of knocks on the glass rang through her head.

"Come on now, kids," the human said, giving a couple more raps against the glass with his knuckle, "there'll be plenty of time to catch up later."

Ariadne opened her mouth to shout at him - but in the same moment Mudan was on top of her.

All of his weight fell onto her as they both toppled to the ground, knocking the breath out of Ariadne, and letting Mudan get a solid grip on her wrists.

"No! No -!" Ariadne thrashed under him, trying to kick, or twist, or pull - a fighting battle that she was losing.

"Ariadne...you're...so beautiful..." Mudan mumbled, though she could barely hear him over the sound of her own screaming.

"Let go! Mudan! Don't do this -!"

"It hurts...Ariadne..." Mudan said, crushing her wrists as he looked down at her mouth, her neck, her breasts.

"Please - Please! I - I saved your brother's life!" She cried.

That, for a moment, seemed to break through to him.

He faltered for just a moment, and in that moment Ariadne tore out of his grip and landed a solid kick to his chest. Her legs were weak, she couldn't pull herself to her feet, but scrambled away on her hands and knees.

She tried to gather the length of rope again - if it came to it, she would strangle him to death with it.

But she was too slow.

Mudan was on her again, his weight crashing down on her back and pinning her to the ground.

He grabbed hold of her wrists again, forcing her front end down, and shoving a fold of fabric up under her stomach to lift the rest of her up.

Her struggles grew weaker and weaker, as if all at once her strength had betrayed her and dissolved away into nothing.

His breath was heavy on the small of her back.

Something burned against her thigh, a red-hot iron rod.

"No!" Ariadne screamed, her voice a harrowing echo off the glass around them, "Stop! Mudan! Stop, please! No - no!"

But he was gone, Mudan was gone.

Only a man was left.

The man forced her knees open further, and let out a guttural cry of pleasure as he sank the burning hot iron deep inside her.

Ariadne screamed again, as a lightning strike of agony tore up through her womb.

Her body jolted with each thrust, scraping against the rough fabric.

There was only pain, such thorough pain that everything else faded away even as Ariadne screwed her eyes shut against it.

She gritted her teeth, sure that they would sink into her gums from the pressure.

Words left her, thought left her.

The only thing left in the world was the searing hot pain that pulsed deep inside her, and her own anguished screams.

It must have lasted an eternity.

And then it was done.

And the heat retreated away from her, leaving only its remnants behind, and the thumping her of heart in her ears as she sobbed.

She couldn't bear to move, couldn't bear to even open her eyes but for the fear that finally bade her to protect herself.

A fresh shiver of pain ran through her as she managed to roll onto her side.

Ariadne pulled at the fabric around her with bruised, weak hands, curling her knees up against her chest and burying her head in her arm.

Maybe it wasn't real.

Maybe she would wake up soon.

Somewhere far away, footsteps retreated, a door opened and closed.

And outside the nearby window, rain began to fall.

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drugged

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[sp0o0kylights]

Gareth didn’t know who had “almost running over a bloodied and very clearly drugged survivor of--if said survivor could be believed-- a mall fire” on their 1985 bingo card, but he’d like a fucking word.

Particularly considering Steve Harrington kept panicking anytime either he or Eddie even hinted at taking him to a hospital.

Instead he insisted, like some kind of bad action movie hero, that he was “perfectly fine” and that it was “not nearly as bad as it looked.”

Both of which might have been believable had he not twice gotten distracted by Gareth’s drums (sitting next to them both, on account of Corroded Coffin having played at the Hideout that night) asking rambling questions that constantly outed him as being high as hell.

Nevermind the fact that Gareth kept finding more blood.

“Really, it’s--mm.” Steve said, wincing as Gareth found yet another wound. “Not bad.”

“I don’t know how a fire even did this.” Gareth shot back, trying to figure out what stain he needed to press on without taking Steve’s shirt off.

Harrington raised a hand. “Service elevator.” He identified.

He made a whooshing noise, following his hand as it dropped back to his chest. “Slammed right into the floor.”

Gareth winced.

“There was a lot of shit in that elevator besides us.” Steve added, and it was moments like this where Gareth could almost believe the guy was sober, until Harrington followed it up with yet another rant about Russians and Russian Truth Serum.

Right as Gareth found another wet spot.

“Fuck the speed limit, Harrington’s bleeding out on me back here!" Gareth called, voice loud and frantic. 

Sure that might have been dramatic but then, so were Steve’s injuries. 

"Sorry babe." Brown eyes, pupils blown wide from drugs stared up at him with an easy smile, at odds with his beaten face.

In a tone so unimpressed, a middle school teacher would have envied him, Gareth said; "That is not my name."

Harrington didn't even blink. "I know. It's Gareth."

That took him aback.

"I really don't know how to feel about you knowing that." He admitted, half to keep Steve talking, and half as a distraction when he finally figured out which wound needed pressure the most (and then pressed on it.) 

Apparently whatever the hell made up “Russian truth serum” was some strong shit, because in a tone so utterly honest (and thus entirely unlike the Steve Harrington that had ruled Hawkins High halls) Harrington said; "Good things, I hope."

Then winked.

What the fuck.

"Eddie drive faster!" Gareth yelled over his shoulder. “I think he’s dying!”

(He wasn’t, but given the flirting, Gareth wasn’t taking any chances.)

[soulless-angel25]

Whumperless Whump Event: Day 26 Prompt- That's no barn spider: Venomous bite / Arachnophobia / “You'll be okay, we can help.” Alt Prompt of Drugged @seth-whumps

Fandom: Fairy Tail Characters: Lucy Heartfilia

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The last thing that Lucy remembered was walking back to her home after turning in a request that she'd done to the guild and getting her jewels. If she recalls correctly she'd been... about halfway home?

Blinking to get her thoughts out Lucy started to process where she was. Her arms and legs were tied and she couldn't feel the weight of her keys against her, in fact the clothes that were on her body felt different from what she'd become accustomed to.

Struggling to look down she finally realized that her vision was blurry, huh. But from what she could see the clothes were white and fell about halfway down her legs, and she could feel the sleeves cuffed around her wrists.

The background noise that she'd been passively filtering out stopped and suddenly she was very aware of the fact that she was not alone here. She could hear footsteps but couldn't tell if it was someone moving closer to her or away from her. Though, the sound was getting closer to her.

Suddenly she heard the sound of knees hitting stone, "Lady Lucy of the Stars," the voice began. It sounded young, younger than her. Like a young boy's voice.

And then there was the matter of what he'd called her but she didn't have time to dwell on that as he continued on. "We apologize for our... extreme treatment of you. It was not the intent to harm the lady."

He did sound regretful, but what was all this 'lady' business? She thought everyone knew that she had renounced her identity as Lucy Heartfilia, daughter of the Heartfilia Konzern. She desperately wished to voice her questions but her mouth felt glued shut, and she had the suspicion that even if she could speak her questions would be ignored.

"... and please forgive us for what we are about to do to the Lady of the Stars," he finished speaking.

But those final words brought her back to attention, what did he mean? What where they going to do to her? Damn it! She should've been paying attention and instead she got all caught up in her head, stupid stupid stupid Lucy.

Without warning the blade pressed against her skin, it was the bare part of her leg. It was sharp and sudden and the sensation was taken away far too quickly for her to properly process but it was soon replaced by cool glass being set next to the cut.

She could hear a sort of chanting but the words bled in and out. From what she could hear it was asking for forgiveness.

"Forgive us King, for harming the Lady. For taking the blood which does not belong to us, but the ritual demands a sacrifice. The sacrifice of blood from one of your angels...."

Angels? She wasn't anyone's angel! What the hell were these people up to?

"Into the darkness of night, we shall send her once more."

Something pressed against her face and she couldn't fight the instinct to inhale, and as she inhaled the darkness spread through her once again.

[itsleelove]

Continued from here

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CW: Drugged, panic, needles

Hero brought Villain back to their base and laid them up in a hospital bed. They had their medical team examine and treat them and Villain was eventually put on oxygen and morphine. Hero left for a while to clear out their calendar for the rest of the week. They didn't plan to leave Villain's side until they woke up.

"And find someone to cover for me if Supervillain shows up!" Hero called over their shoulder to Sidekick as they started back to the med bay.

As they approached the med bay doors, Hero could hear a sort of odd shuffling sound. They quickened their pace and opened the door.

Villain was standing close to the bed they had been in, trembling like a leaf, holding a syringe out in from of them in both hands like a tiny sword. With the way their legs were shaking, Hero was surprised they could stand at all.

"Woah, hey, put that down, Villain." Hero took a few steps closer, keeping their hands where Villain could see them. Although Villain was weak and not particularly threatening, fear as intense a Villain's could make anyone dangerous.

A look of recognition passed across Villain's face and their eyes widened. In a moment, they dropped the syringe, scrambling backwards, tripping onto the bed before quickly scurrying across it and turning to face Hero again. They pulled monitors over and knocked trays onto the ground in their rush to get away. Shards of glass skittered across the floor. Villain didn't stop until they had backed themself against a wall.

Hero stepped carefully around the mess that Villain had created. Where did the med staff go..? Villain shouldn't have been left alone here. Even for a moment. As Hero approached, Villain slid along the wall, backing themself into a corner, their breathing increasingly rapid. Hero took another step and Villain collapsed to their knees, cowering with their head protected under their arms.

"Villain..?" Hero got lower to the ground, as if approaching a frightened animal.

"Plea... please... please... I'm re-reformed— I-I'm— damn it why did I have to do that?? Please don't h-hurt me anymore— please— I'm so sorry—" Villain's voice was small. Desperate. Nothing like the voice of power from years before.

Hero knelt in front of Villain, resting a gentle hand on Villain's arm. Villain yelped, flinching away and accidently slamming their wrist against the wall. They brought their arm back close to their chest, tears springing to their eyes as they rocked back and forth, humming in pain. Their wide eyes once again fixed on Hero, terrified and unmoving.

"Villain, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm sorry I frightened you."

"I don't... d-don't want it to hu‐hurt anymore—"

"Villain, I'm going to help you up now and take you back to your bed."

Villain continued to murmur, their trembling only growing stronger, but they didn't resist as Hero gently lifted them to their feet. As soon as they were on their feet, Villain paled drastically and passed out. Prepared, Hero caught them and carried them back to the hospital bed.

Just as Hero set Villain down, the door opened.

"Holy shit— what happened?? I only left for a minute!"

Hero rounded on Medic. "You weren't supposed to leave at all. They woke up and started panicking. You're going to have to redo all of the IVs and monitors. I'll get someone down to clean up all the stuff they knocked over. Don't leave until I get back." Hero started towards the door. "And make sure they didn't step in any glass."

On the top left, Hero. Top right, Villain before. Bottom, Villain current.

[jordanstrophe]

tw: Drugged/paralyzed

Whumpee woke up slung over someone's shoulder, unable to move. It was dark, and all they could see was the forest floor shifting beneath someone else's feet.

They tried to squirm, but nothing happened. A small whimper escaped them as the person carrying suddenly stopped. Gently, they were laid on the ground, their back pressing against the cold earth. Whumpee could barely make out their features, whoever it was, they didn’t recognize them.

A gloved hand cupped Whumpee’s face, causing them to flinch.

The figure tisked, then rolled up Whumpee's sleeve and injected a syringe into their arm.

The moment the needle pierced their skin, Whumpee lost the ability to make another sound. The fleeting sensation they had almost regained in their fingers quickly faded. The figure patted Whumpee's cheek, smiling when no response came.

With a grunt, they lifted Whumpee back over their shoulder and continued deeper into the woods.