#nobody's doing this maliciously & we don't hold it against anybody

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ik it's difficult for ppl to navigate when it happens but after system discussions, we're realizing being asked how we're doing is getting triggering again. it just reminds us that the only Genuine answer we can give is being a broken record abt all the shit on our shoulders & spiraling further as a result, so. check-ins are always appreciated (though not expected/required), but pls approach them as like "i hope ur doing okay" or something instead of asking us how we're doing. it's draining to answer

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the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

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notes: here you gooo :) x

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     This really wasn’t how things were supposed to end up. 

    For years, you and Jongdae had never gotten along. There was never any specific reason for it - he had never done anything to hurt your feelings, had never hurt you in any shape or form. You two just didn’t click. That was how it had always been, and in your head, that was how it was always going to stay.

    At least, you once thought that would be the case.

    It was strange how years upon years of teasing could turn from malicious to flirtatious with little to no warning. Perhaps it was the case of age. Your brains had developed. Jongdae calling you a brat was no longer as big of an insult as it would have been when you were seven years old, but now held more of a purr to the word. 

    Maybe it was the physical differences.

   Jongdae wasn’t a kid anymore. He was grown, had started working out, had muscles to prove it. You would be lying to claim that you hadn’t thought of him as attractive - but god forbid you ever admit that to anyone.

    Yes. Things had certainly changed, and for the longest time, you didn’t know how.

    It was a normal Saturday night, which was the weird part. You met up with your friends at the pier, as you always did, and things seemed to be going smoothly. Nothing was out of the ordinary, nothing was different. You were having a great time playing on the arcade games, dipping your hand into Joy’s bag of chips every now and then, laughing about stupid things as you struggled to keep the warmth locked within the confines of your jacket.

    And then he was there, all high and mighty with that perfect, straight-toothed smile of his that always drove you crazy. Once upon a time, it had driven you crazy because it usually took him laughing at you for it to reveal itself - now, seeing him laugh so candidly, throwing his head back as Chanyeol dropped his ice cream across the pier, your heart started to beat a little faster.

    You wanted desperately to leave before he spotted you. This in itself was a strange reaction, considering you were so used to wanting to tease him any time you saw him. But now, you just wanted to leave. You didn’t want to talk to him, didn’t want to deal with whatever bullshit he had-

    “Oh, so she’s actually left the house!”

    You closed your eyes, biting down on your lower lip. “Can we not do this today, Jongdae? I’m just here to have a good time.”

    Jongdae frowned. Even he knew there was something weird going on, and even he had the decency to seem surprised by it.

   Nonetheless, he and Chanyeol made their way over to you and Joy with little care to the clearly annoyed reaction you had given off. Chanyeol wrapped a warm arm around Joy’s shoulders, and the two started speaking like the friends they were - you and Jongdae were left to your own devices.

    “Why do they always leave us two on our own?” you grumbled, watching Chanyeol and Joy saunter off to another arcade game, leaving you and Jongdae behind. “They know we hate each other.”

    Jongdae shrugged, licking absently on his ice cream. “I think they still have hope that we can somehow become friends.”

    “They’re living in a fantasy, I think.”

   Jongdae scoffed, looking down at you with that raised eyebrow look you were so used to at this point. “Alright then. You may as well have just stabbed me in the heart.”

    You frowned, looking back up at him. He looked particularly good today, a leather jacket shrugged on over his shoulders, his black hair parted to reveal his rain-soaked forehead. His hood had once been perched upon his head, but the wind had somehow managed to knock it off during his rushed walk over to your side.

    “You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same way. We’ve hated each other for years.”

   “My Mum always told me that hate was a strong word.” He shrugged. “If I really did hate you, then I wouldn’t have stuck around you since we were little kids.”

   A part of you was aware he was joking - he had to be, right? There was no way in hell he could have teased you, tormented you for as long as he had done, only to suddenly come out and say that he didn’t actually hate you as much as he led on.

    Though, you would be lying to say that you didn’t feel similar, because he certainly had a point. Hate was a strong word, and you had grown particularly good at cutting toxic people from your life. If Jongdae really was the worst offender, somebody you hated more than anyone else in the world, why hadn’t you made the final moves to rid him from your life completely?

    Jongdae smiled, clearly noticing your sudden epiphany. “See? You know what I mean.”

    “It doesn’t mean we’re just gonna be friends.”

   “Why not?”

    “Because that’s… not how things work, Jongdae. It’s like throwing off the balance of life or some shit.” 

    Jongdae scoffed. “You’ve always been so dramatic.”

   “See? You tease me all the time-”

   “You tease me!”

    “Which is exactly why we can’t be friends!” You looked up at him then, and it was as if the world had tilted a little bit.

    That balance you were talking about? Yes. It was definitely no longer balanced.

    He was looking down at you, an amused smile on his face that never seemed to leave his features. His hair was a tousled mess across his forehead, his hands pale from gripping the cold ice cream in the already cold weather. You weren’t sure what it was that made him look so good in this moment - perhaps it was the conversation you were both having. Maybe that was the thing that caused the switch, but it was noticeable, and you hated it.

    You weren’t used to it.

    Jongdae smiled, tilted his head to the side. “Why are you looking at me like that, Y/N?”

    You swallowed thickly. “You - You have ice cream on your lips.”

    “Is that so?”

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    And that is where everything changed.

    That is the reason why you and Jongdae were huddled up on his sofa at the moment, pressing loose kisses to every piece of flesh you could reach whilst remaining comfortable. The two of you claimed to be watching the movie playing in front of you, though neither of you were able to describe what was happening, what the title of the movie was, or what the plot of the movie consisted of.

   You were a little bit distracted.

    Jongdae sighed against your neck, his chin resting comfortable on your shoulder as you sat in his folded legs, popping pieces of popcorn into your mouth. It was incredible how you could be staring directly at the television screen, and still not be able to pick up on a single thing that was happening.

    Jongdae tilted his head and pressed yet another kiss to your neck, making you shiver. He smiled at the reaction, tugging you impossibly closer.

    “You know, if anybody finds out about this, we’re gonna put people into cardiac arrest,” he said.

    You nodded slowly. “I know.”

  You popped a piece of popcorn into your mouth, holding it between your teeth before turning to Jongdae. He raised a brow, a slow smile forming on his face before he leaned forward and pressed his lips to your own, transferring the toffee popcorn from your mouth to his own. You giggled at the action, watching him chew thoughtfully on the snack.

   He screwed his face up in mild disgust. “You’re the only person I know who puts lemon on their popcorn.”

   “That’s a lie. Lemon on popcorn is a common thing.”

    “For criminals, maybe.”

    You nudged him with your elbow. He grunted, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck where he playfully nipped at the skin.

     It was as you were wriggling away from him that the front door burst open.

    For a second, you didn’t even want to acknowledge it. You and Jongdae had been like this for the past three weeks, meaning you had already gotten used to his playful habits and saw nothing wrong with it. For a second, you forgot that absolutely nobody else knew about your sudden shift in feelings for each other.

    That was why you were confused whenever Jongdae suddenly snatched the blanket from the back of the sofa and threw it over your head, a very much failed attempt at keeping you hidden from the eyes of the boys who had just strolled casually into his house.

    “What are you lot doing here?” Jongdae demanded as you struggled with the blanket draped over your head.

    It was Baekhyun who spoke up. “Uh… Hey Y/N. What are you doing here?”

   You finally managed to pull the blanket off over your head. In your panic, you had managed to forget that you were still sat in Jongdae’s lap, his arms still wound around your waist. It was clear that you and Jongdae were doing more than just friendly lounging.

    You turned, facing the boys who were all stood in the doorway with slightly shocked and confused expressions on their faces. “Hey guys! Jongdae and I were just … watching a film.”

    Jongdae winced, looking at you with a raised brow. You shrugged, unsure of how else to respond; you were both clearly caught out at this point. There was nothing you could do or say that would erase the image of Jongdae holding you so tight against him from the onlookers brains.

    Slowly, smiles started to form on their faces, and you knew you had been caught out.

    “I always knew there was something going on with you two!” Kyungsoo exclaimed, grabbing your hand and wrapping his arms around you after tugging you from Jongdae’s lap. Jongdae groaned, tried to snatch you back, but was stopped by the cluster of excited questions being thrown his way.

    You hollowed out your cheeks, meeting Jongdae’s eyes over Kyungsoo’s shoulder. He was staring right back at you, one hand pressing into his left temple as the other pressed against Kai’s chest, keeping him from jumping on him in his excitement.

    You could only smile, amused by the reaction. Jongdae smiled back at you, a reminder that perhaps your feelings for the man had never been as sour as you once thought. Maybe you were just scared to face the truth.