#iago writes

So when Caretaker kisses them, their eyes well with tears. Shaking with dread as they find a spot of the wall to stare at. Trying to ignore their need to bolt out of the chair. Their heartbeat all they could hear, flooding their ears with hot embarrassment.

“Hey, it’s okay. Should’ve asked…but it doesn’t have to mean anything.” Caretaker wasn’t going to let this setback ruin the friendship they had managed to build. Piece by piece.

whumper who purposefully targeted them because of this. assuming they could force some sense of loyalty into them. that because of it, whumpee would never dare harm them or even dare leave.

but they do. tired of being leashed to someone they never loved. they lash out the rare instance whumper has their back turned. their defenses lowered. whumper doesn't go after them. instead, they assume whumpee will eventually come back to them.

whumpee refuses to return to that decrepit place. having nothing to their name, whumpee ends up hitchhiking. meeting caretaker a few cities over. their relationship turns romantic over the years of living together. learning about the nature of whumpee and whumper's dynamic in pieces.

caretaker has seen how whumpee has to fiercely fight their instincts to be with them. being with caretaker is agonizing when it comes to their hybrid based instincts. as they'll never be severed from whumper.

Whumpee who gets turned into a vampire. It had started out as a drunken make out sesh. Whumper kissing down their neck, easily finding their pulse point. Ignoring how they gasped in pain, whumper gleefully sank their teeth into whumpee’s neck. Too caught up in the sensation of fullness, they almost drain whumpee.

Whumpee wakes up the next day with what feels like the heaviest hangover they’ve ever experienced. Groaning, they feel a tacky wetness from where the puncture wounds sit. Hyperventilating when they feel the blood there. “Was afraid you’d never wake up.”

“I won’t drink blood,” whumpee insists. Not wanting to feel someone’s life feign away as they gained subsistence. Expecting whumper to be mad at them for this. That whumper would force whumpee to drink from their veins. “That’s okay, you don’t have to.” Whumpee clarifying that they didn’t want to drink from animals either.

Whumper instead giving them pomegranates. A weird manner of exposure therapy one could call it. The fruit does sustain them as a placebo for a while. But they have to eat mass quantities of it to work. The small, seedy jewels akin to blood clots passing down whumpee’s throat. But it gets to wintertime and whumpee’s starving.

Whumper sees how gaunt they look, plucking them up in their arms. Draping the fledgling vampire across their lap. “All you have to do is drink. Right from the spout.” Tapping their neck.

Whumpee’s so exhausted that they curl up at the faint warmth. Whumper had fed beforehand, just to be more enticing to them. Whumper coaxes their head upward via a hand in their hair. “C’mon, one taste. Can’t have you dying on me. It’s quite painful to feel the bond with a fledgling rot.”

Ao3 link

Tw/Cw - objectification, unconsensual body modification, & obsessive behavior

Whumper who tattoos their name along whumpee's hip or side. In thick black ink as a form of ownership. Paying the tattoo artist extra to make it as painful as possible.

The tattoo takes up so much room that getting a coverup is damn near impossible. Extremely readable even from afar. Oriented upside down from Whumpee's perspective, looking down at their body.

Whumper picking a pretty, ornate font as a form of adornment. Seeing Whumpee as another one of their belongings instead of a person.

Or making it seem like Whumpee chose it during a drunk bender or simply a stupid tattoo by getting a more gaudy font type. Which only draws more eyes to it.

With Whumper paying extra, it turns out to be more a scratcher tattoo. With the tattoo artist going too deep, the lines end up extremely blurry. Giving it more of a hazy double-vision sort of look. Making it take long to heal.

During it, Whumpee had bit his tongue hard enough that they tasted blood. Mouth filling with that familiar taste of copper. It was pure agony sitting in the chair. If Whumpee has no tattoos, they're like "surely, not all tattoos feel like this." Assuming that their pain tolerance had lower with how long they've been in Whumper's "care"

Written in part of mcyt battleship // Ao3 link

Tags: #Domestic Fluff #Established Relationship

"Y'know, this wasn't what I had in mind when you told me you shift into a bat to conserve energy while finding your next food source?" Legundo nudged the tiny mass of fur laying on his chest. Almost how one would swaddle a clingy cat inside their shirt when they wished to stay near its human. And well, Legundo was Owen's human. Earning a weak hiss from the small bat. "Yeah, thought you'd be this enormous beast ready to devour me whole. But this? Just makes me want to coo over you...such a cutie pie."

"Ow! Okay, okay, got the memo. Jeez, are you feisty." Owen had nipped at his boyfriend. Right on the tip of his pointer finger when Legundo had gone to pet his wings. Sucking the blood away from his finger. Being a vampire himself, unfortunately Legundo couldn't be Owen's next feed. "Hangry little thing," sensing all the comebacks floating in his tiny head.

Rolling with it, Legundo continued to cut up some figs for the bat. The next best thing when he couldn’t get to fresh/bagged blood. Not bothered by the claws digging into his shirt. Having mended it plenty of times. But Owen still manage to prick tiny little holes past the reinforced stitches of thread. Legundo sliced the figs into sections before dropping them off of the cutting board into an ornate, glass bowl. “No echolation right now. Don’t wanna deal with your whining that I have to redo everything thanks to some glass shards.”

Written in part of mcyt battleship // Ao3 link

Tag match: Chronic pain

Abolish is diagnosed w/ polycythemia. The usual treatment plan for it? Bloodletting

Or Scott offers to help him save some money by drinking his blood instead

Abolish looked at the notification from the medical team that had pinged on his phone. Saying how he had new test results that the doctor had finally reviewed. He had an inkling as to what he had, googling the symptoms. But what he needed was a confirmation. Desperate for it even. Biting the skin around his thumb for an anxious moment before clicking on the notification. Unlocking his phone, his heart lifted.

"Polycythemia," read the confirmation. The answer for why his hands felt like they were burning up. The itchiness after he took long hot showers at Scott's insistence that it'd make him feel better. Not having the heart to tell Scott that it just made the condition worse. Furthermore, it was the persistent headaches that made him seek out a diagnosis in the first.

Walking in with groceries for the apartment, Scott paused. Noting the tension in Abolish's face; how scrunchy it was. In his frame as well, like he was about to bolt. Putting down the bags on the kitchen counter, Scott closed the door. Removing the gear that protected his from the sun's deadly rays. Extremely literal in Scott's experience since being turned. The netting over his face paired along with a jacket and a pair of gloves probably made his look strange to any onlooker. Scott has since learned long ago to not care too much about what others thought. That said, he didn't want to don it while comforting his partner.

"What's the verdict?" Abolish jumped before realizing it was his cold blooded roommate who he was also dating. Having been the first to find out about Scott's vampiric lineage. "Apparently, I have too much blood." That made no sense to Scott. There was such a thing as getting blood sick for a vampire but it took a lot to get to that point. More akin to a hangover than anything. Scott, himself had never experienced it. "What do you mean, too much blood?"

the idea of two whumpee! hybrids who are trauma bonded being rescued by caretaker. they weren't always hybrids, starting out as human before the heavy experimentation during their time of captivity.

their scientist captors had forced them into close quarters, the only two in a sanctuary. all with the intent of getting them to breed, to make cross-hybrid babies. not caring if their hybrid types were at all compatible and result in something akin to a liger or a huarizo.

but the two whumpee! hybrids had refused, insisting on keeping what remained of their humanity. unfortunately, they had formed a bond straddling the line of romance and friendship.

as they’re getting rescued, one of the whumpees is scared shitless that they’ll be separated. or that the other will be left behind. so they make the frantic decision to bear down their teeth. chomping a mate mark into the skin. right along their neck, into the scent gland. it causes them to faint.

when they wake up from the bite, said whumpee is disoriented. growling in caretaker’s hold. “what the fuck!? you promised to go at my pace! and now I’m bonded to you!?” they wince, hearing all of this.

immediately cooing over them, “I know, sweets. I know. was afraid they wouldn’t rescue both of us. and I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving you behind.” shushing them as they showed submissive behavior. offering up their neck for them to mark. repay the favor. “can mark me back.” desperately hoping they would.

“…not here, not in front of so many people.” just realizing they were surrounded by a medical staff.