#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."

[whiteboywhump]

drugged

The Childe (2023) || Fleisch (2008)

The 100 (2x11) || Labyrinth (2012)

90210 (S5 E9) || Money Heist (E?)

Two Against Death (E6 2016) || Damien (S1E6)

[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

AO3 Link!

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.

[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.

[threepandas]

Bad End: Bunker

"Wakey~ wakey~ sweetheart," Sing-songed a man's voice. "Rise and shine~"

My head hurt. Mouth felt bone dry. Drugged or knocked unconscious? I... I couldn't tell. Couldn't remember. SMELLS hurt. Much less thinking, at the moment.

"Muuu, poor baby~" came a mocking croon from nearby and slightly above. "Does my darling girl not feel so good? Little bit sick? Maybe she should have thought of that before she decided to FIGHT me, hmmm? Then we wouldn't be in this mess. We could be enjoying a nice breakfast together instead."

Fight? What... what fight? I don't... Urgh! I try not to be sick as my stomach rolls. Drugged. Probably concussed and drugged. Feel weird. Why... why can't I move my arms? Body feels heavy. I try again and feel... rope? Are those knots? Wait... wait those ARE. Legs too. Am I tied up? Why am I...?

Laughter.

Fond but more then a little mocking.

"Aaaah~" his voice rises and falls as he drags out the sound, a possessive and calloused hand runs itself through my hair. "You're so out of it~♡ It's hilarious, you know? That one little bonk and a needle is all it take to bring you down. You fight like a meat thresher and keep saying no, no, no! But like this? Look how CONFUSED you are! How much you NEED me."

"Utterly Defenseless~"

He all but sighs the last two words. Nearly MOANS them. Bad. That's... That's BAD. I can't remember why. But I know it is. This man is dangerous. God, I feel so sick. The world is spinning. I'm so thirsty. But... but I have to... to DO something? I think?

H...head hurts. Pounding with each beat of my heart.

Whomp. Whomp. Whomp.

He kneels, arm resting on one leg as the other does as it pleases. Looming. Don't know how I got here. Don't know where "here" is. Focus. What can you pick up? The ground smells of... mold. Wet stone. Blood and rot. But not... "dangerous" rot? What is...

My ears finally make sense of that distant sound that seemed to never stop. Shuffling, banging, nonsensical chattering and groans. Zombies. The... the bad rot is ZOMBIES. I was on LOOK OUT! Oh god. Adam! Adam, what have you DONE?!

He must see the realization, the horror, in my eyes. Because I am treated to an angelic grin. The gleeful, bright smile of the community's best resource hunter. Our best zombie fighter. Best KILLER. A man I am only now realizing... has not just "adapted well" like I previously believed... but was like this all along.

"You know~ If you'd just left with me when I ASKED, none of this would be happening, Precious. I was trying to be reasonable. Respect your boundaries." His face is a mask above me. A poor mimicry of honesty, of emotions, worn by a man who does not quite grasp the significance of what he copies. "If they can't survive on their own, that's not our problem. This vault's made for two not twenty-seven so they'll just have to deal, m'kay?"

"Now. I've locked us up nice and tight. No one gets in, no one gets out! You can struggle all you want sweetheart, but you're not getting away from me THIS time. So let's get you a snack, hmm? A drink and some cuddles. You and I have a date with a BED~♡"

"We're gonna cuddle til I say so, snookums!" He drawled, the mocking endearments sounding alarmingly... possessive, as they spilled from his mouth.

"And there is NOTHING you can do about it."

[em-writes-stuff]

whumpcember day 28

@whumpcember

prompt: explosion

characters: hero, sidekick, villain

warnings: drugged, bomb, strapped down, cursing

341 words

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Hero snuck around the compound, peeking through the frosted windows as he looked for Sidekick’s signal. He saw it; a small red feather just outside a dentist’s door.

He smiled softly and picked it up, twirling it in his hands gently before pocketing it and pushing the door open. 

A rush of hot air blew out of the room and Hero had to blink before continuing on. He passed a lobby, a receptionist area, and stopped just before passing the doorway to one of the rooms. 

Villain stood in front of the dentist’s chair, staring intently at Sidekick. She was strapped to the chair with leather straps, unable to do much more than wiggle a finger. 

Villain looked up and smirked, “Nice of you to finally show up. We were beginning to wonder if you were even coming.” 

“What do you want?” Hero asked, venom dripping from his voice. 

VIllain sighed and rolled his eyes, “Always so business-like. I just needed you here, that’s all.” 

Something hit hard against Hero’s arm and he shouted out. The pressure went away and for a moment, nothing happened. 

Hero stumbled, falling against the wall and losing control of his limbs. Villain stepped around him and leaned on the doorway. 

“Well, it’s been…annoying. But I’ve got to go before that bomb goes off, so bye!” he cheered. 

The clock on the wall ticked slowly, counting the seconds Hero leaned helplessly against the wall. 

His brain shouted for his legs to move, to get to Sidekick and undo the leather buckles holding her down. To get the fuck out of the building and hunt Villain down. 

But, nothing happened. His arm shot out for Sidekick’s hand and, by some miracle, he grasped her hand in his. She squeezed his hand tightly and sobbed softly. “Is this it?”

The clock was drowned out by another ticking, a loud, desperate beat coming from one of the dull-grey cabinets. 

“I think it is,” Hero said. 

They listened as the bomb continued to tick, echoing through the room until finally.