my heart is a grave𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥.

a mix of injury/injured starters (stab wounds, broken bones/limbs, bruises, other general injuries) from both the whumpee and the bystander/caretaker cw: mentions of blood and injury

𝐈𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝/𝐖𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐞

“I’m not dying.”

“That is a lot more blood than I was expecting.”

“I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.”

“I wasn’t prepared for that level of pain.”

“Oh… that’s definitely worse than I thought.”

“If I pass out, don’t panic.”

“It’s just blood. Stop panicking.”

“I’m trying really hard not to freak out.”

“Okay, maybe it’s a little broken. I’ve had worse.”

“I swear if you draw a penis on my cast—”

“Nobody else needs to know about this.”

“I didn’t realize how many things require two hands.”

“Can we skip the part where you tell me ‘I told you so?’”

“That’s probably not supposed to bend like that.”

“Please tell me you brought painkillers.”

“On the bright side, I don’t have to go to work.”

“I’m sitting down because I want to, not because you told me to.”

𝐁𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

“What the hell happened to you?”

“You look like you’ve been run over.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Can you walk?”

“Next time you throw yourself into danger, I’m breaking the other arm myself.”

“Just hang on for me. You can do that, yeah?”

“Don’t thank me for helping. Just stop getting injured.”

“You call this ‘not that bad?’”

“I need you to stay awake.”

“If you ever pull something this reckless again, I’m dragging you straight back home.”

“You broke your arm making toast?”

“Can I sign your cast?”

“You were supposed to stay behind me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”

“Don’t scare me like that.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?” *using their middle finger* 

“Your face is turning purple.”

“You’re supposed to be using the crutches.”

“Someone has to make sure you don’t wander off and break the other/another arm/leg/body part.”

“You’re not fooling anyone with that limp.”

“Sit down before I make you sit down.”

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

“You’re bleeding.” “That’s usually what happens when someone gets stabbed.”

“Why is your eye black?” “Long story.” “I have time.”

“Don’t touch it.” “I wasn’t going to.” “Yes, you were.”

“Please tell me this happened while fighting something cool.” “A door.”

“Leave it.” “Leave it? It’s sticking out of you.”

“How bad is it?” “Do you want the honest answer or the comforting one?”

“I said I’m fine.” “And I said you’re bleeding through your shirt.”

“You should’ve left me.” “Don’t ever ask me to do that again.”

“Need help with that?” “No.” *pause* “Yes.”

“How bad is it?” “[Name] carried me here.” “...That bad, huh?”

Who knows how much longer I'll lay on the floor

Touch me till I vomit

I'm not scared of god, I'm scared he was gone all along

Naturally. Why else would Astarion be here? The vampire was but a mere pawn, like so many others were in Albert's world. He hummed in amusement, he may have even smiled a little. Arrogant, cocky...

It had been curiosity at first, to have Astarion feed on him. What would Albert's blood do to another who was infected with the Cadau parasite? Apparently his blood was well received, but Wesker didn't think anything else. He was evolved, beyond and better than human. They both were.

Like any scientist, Wesker marvelled at any subject that was better than that of a mortal man. His eyes had watched with intent and interest as Astarion had suckled against his skin. Truth be told, Albert would not have cared if the 'vampire' had burst into a bubbling pool of blood and mess on the floor, but Astarion had not been affected negatively. Lucky for Astarion...

More tests would be run in Albert's side of things, purely because he craved the knowledge and control, but he would also not allow Astarion to overindulge in such a delicacy. He also had no intentions of upsetting Alcina Dimitrescu.

"Your Lady has impeccable timing, it would seem," he stated. He reached for his pair of sleep pants and stepped into them, removing the towel. His chest was still bare and damp, and he patted it gently to dry himself down before rubbing the towel over the back of his neck.

"You must send her my warmest regards when you return. As of yet, I require nothing on her part. Her samples of the Cadau have aided me greatly in my research, but I know who I speak with. You have little interest of anything scientific..." He knew Astarion was not exactly the scientific type.

Well. He hadn't reached for the pitchfork or the torch yet, so Astarion's left to assume he wasn't entirely unwelcomed . Was the lie that he still worked under the Lady - she had thrown the ungrateful vampire out of her circle ages ago - it was a wonder he's even made it out alive . If Wesker had only known.. Astarion wouldn't dare think of the consequences. He was in a desperate predicament of needing another protector .

The bite of irony was - to feel like a beggar , walking into the den of another sadist. And the rogue would be damned if he missed an opportunity—always the crook, the liar, the opportunist.

But also..

..what if Wesker held the key, the much coveted cure , for his vampirism ?

His silver haired nod an affirmative he'd silently agreed to follow the other's command .

❛ But of course, she's always raving about your persona, and marveling your intellect, ❛', At the least flattery has gotten a bloodsucker thus far. ❛ I mean, who wouldn't want to indulge in your company, look at you, ❛' The vampire flashed the other a charming grin.

Astarion was a connoisseur of bodies in all shapes and sizes, and Wesker's physique was more than perfect and appealing to the eye, he noted mentally as he took a seat across the other, skimming the surroundings , before clearing his throat.

she is trembling, her body pinned in place almost entirely by the press of his attentions between her thighs. so sweet is the flood of her pleasure that she spins ever closer to sickness. oversensitive. overwhelmed. she claws herself back down to earth the only way she can think to : by gently combing back the strands of his lovely hair she’d undone in her first undoing - now on her way to the next.

she knows that they must be able to hear her, the others milling about at camp, while she gasps and gutters out his name, just beyond sight. just beyond the treeline. it is an unexpected delight : the thought of being caught out, devoured. to have another witness that this pallid frame, this body fashioned of blood and bone is capable of such pleasure. is capable of stirring hunger in another.

the drag of his tongue across wetted silk had been enough to bowl her over. when the fabric is instead dragged to the side and the smooth chill of his face presses into the bare, flooded heat of her she comes immediately. clenching hard upon nothing, beckoning to be filled, be it by fingers or cock. how silly she must seem to him. how remarkably simple.

❝ … please . ❞ her begging is choked. sodden. she is grasping him by the sharp cut of his jaw and dragging him up, up to her mouth. she wants to taste herself on his tongue. needs a moment to breathe and think. lamb clings to him, her kisses dragging from the corner of his lip to the column of his throat.

THE SCENT OF HER lingered , coating his tongue as he worked her up lapping at her languidly , the piece of fabric that served as underwear pushed to the side . Tragic, he couldn't drink her, not yet - too scared of the aftereffects , he needed to watch out - .

He managed to stay focused ignoring the pulsing veins on her neck , but decided to punish her elsewhere because it's what he 'd always been like - Astarion , the vicious high elf rogue, and Cazador's most wretched spawn.

❛ What if I drink from the artery in between your trembling thighs ? ,❛' The vampire ventured. He had already tasted Gale's bile, what could be worse?

He held her thighs open ran his tongue up her clit, her squirm indication of her agitation, paired with her hips undulating - deeper he slipped his tongue inside of her to taste her better. She whimpered and tried to close her legs , but the vampire held them hard.

Taste filled his mouth like sweet nectar sucking on her lips and licking everywhere his tongue could reach , essence spilled . Nevertheless , he wasn't getting the same contribution , not until he's had a nibble and her blood. Her hands gripping at his hair were clear indication of her torment as soon as she 'd come, knees knocking .. however, he's been dragged up to her .