#fuck i love them so much
Hello! I am alive and well, and I hope you’re good too!
Today, my dearest reader, I got you:
“Chase and Catch”
Tw: stab wound, dehumanization, chasing someone to try and hurt, hallucinations, infected wounds, bad hero, good villain. (If I forgot something, don’t hesitate in tell me!) Be safe <3
Villain was running for the past 7 minutes. Or it was 10? He didn’t know anymore.
And everything hurt. His head ached and his fingers trembled. The wound in his side was oozing so much blood that he really believed that he would die if he closed his eyes.
“Please, please.” He begged for some mercy of the ones who were hunting him.
But he did know that it was only for fun.
Was called “Hunt and Catch”. The most of the Heroes joined to play, because it was fun watching the Villains run through the city trying not to collapse and if they collapse they die-
His thoughts were interrupted with a hand in their mouth, and another in their stomach. There’s more pairs of hands and a little pain in their neck, that in matter of seconds he were sleeping.
While this happened, Vigilante was watching it. He were a little bit more in the dark side because of this scene.
And Vigilante was determinaded to show this game for the country.
“Wait a little, Villain. I need to get informations of this shit,” Was left in the cold air, while the villain was getting into a van.
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“Wakey wakey.” One of the Heroes said, scoffing when Villain opened his eyes. They wasn’t waiting for this, but they did congratulated the catchers.
They just left a half-empty cup of water and a little loaf of bread. Guess it was the dinner of the night.
“Was a beautiful chase, guys. Maybe I will even call you to make more of these.” Hero1 said, closing Villain’s cells and going to next to the Heroes.
Villain was hurt yet. They didn’t notice the shadow that were in the corner of the room, but they did notice the bandage roll that was getting through the barriers of his cell.
“Wha-” He started, but very fast notice that if he didn’t get it now, he wasn’t getting other opportunity.
Taking the roll and starting to patch himself up was not easy.
The wound was infected, and there were so much of them. Some of them already stopped bleeding, but yet, he was really injured.
His fingers started trembling while his eyes filled with tears.
He wasn’t a guy easy to break, but when he noticed that the “chase” (more a hunt) were created to make the villains suffer just to the Heroes entertain themselves, it make his heart broke in little pieces.
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23 days and 5 hours. Maybe 6 hours. Was the time that Villain was being used like prey to the Heroes have their fun.
They even let him have alchohol to help with the infected wounds!
That day was worse. He were stabbed two times, was a little beaten up and they had only given him a little cup of water.
After pulling himself together to not literally cry and beg and collapse in front of the others, they let him go back to his cell.
He laid slowly in the bed, pulling his knees to his chest until his ribs screamed in agony.
The Villain didn’t know who much time passed, but when he came to his senses, two gentle fingers where getting in his pulse under his jaw, and a “It’s okay, try to go back to sleep,” slipped through his ears.
The comfort of have a hallucination that had the same voice of Vigilante was enough to calm his heart and go back to sleep.
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Vigilante was home. But with a sleeping Villain in his arms, making a little chocked sound when he move to abruptly.
He laid Villain in the couch and got some Aid Kit, starting to take care of the worse wound of the other.
When Vigilante touched in a serious infected wound in Villains leg, he came to his senses with a scream.
That hurt like hell.
I return briefly with a small dedication to @journeythroughunknownlands for their beautiful Gerskel bathingart.Warnings: Dom/sub undertones; mentions of sex.
Eskel returns every winter tightly wound, his thoughts all tangled up like old tack dumped on the stable floor. He hides it pretty well, or at least he thinks he does, applying his focus and remaining strength to the long list of chores that Vesemir hasn’t managed to get to that year.
It isn’t that Eskel is self-sabotaging. He just struggles to let go of the mish-mash of coping strategies that keep him safe on the Path, physically and mentally. On the surface, he’s his usual jovial self, laughing and joking with Lambert. One afternoon, he shoves said young wolf into a snow drift after a particularly brutal insult about Eskel’s face being scary enough to spook all the wyvern away early. Eskel laughs raucously through the resulting brawl and they drink themselves into a stupor that evening.
But Vesemir can see it. And Geralt can too. That shivering tension beneath Eskel’s skin, the skittish way he turns at any loud sound, reaching hand closing on air above his shoulder; the fastidious organisation of his belongings and his militant application to warming up in the courtyard. Eskel doesn’t feel safe. He needs reminding that there’s nothing up here anymore. Nothing worth the time of the zealots and thugs that levelled his home. There is no burden for him to shoulder. He doesn’t need to. No more than any of them.
There’s no point pushing it in the first few weeks. Eskel will clam up and shrug it off. That big, booming laugh as he jokes his way out with a dry riposte shattering any hope of progress. Geralt bides his time. The comfortable bed and lack of action to keep Eskel occupied will wear him down enough to start faltering, to start dabbing at his scars, looking lost. A crack in the hardened armour. And only then does Geralt elbow him in the armoury one morning, “Bath tonight?”
my favorite people giving off the same vibe <3 yeah
Oscar gif creds: nowritingonthewall
The Harry gif is mine <3
I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.
*jumps off cliff*
