#or having them ~tend to mc's wounds~ after the accident

[thelonelyshore-if]

okay played the most recent update and loved it. jay you are everything to me!!!

Oh, thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it--I'm still really happy with the last update. There's a lot of little details I'm super proud of, haha. And Jay's bits especially I'm happy with!! Thank you so much for playing~

[bonny-kookoo]

How did LO!Yoongi meet MC? I can’t remember if it has been asked before 🫠

While their first real interaction is written already, the first time Yoongi ever SAW her can now be found here!

You're trying to be as quiet as you can be while tending to the king during his dinner with some other invited guests- most of them Kings as well.

It's your first time seeing him in person. Your first time being given such an important task.

"Would you ever lend her to me?" A young king asks, robes all black, and eyes a dark green as he looks at you simply standing at the side together with other helpers, ready to be called for anything needed.

"No." Yoongi denies, never raising his gaze as he eats.

"Oh but why not?" The young king complains. "You have so many people working at the palace, you will surely not miss a little human."

"Have you none for yourself, Taehyung?" Yoongi says now, lifting his gaze to look at the younger King. "Or have you simply not found yours yet?" He says, a teasing undertone to his words you've not heard before.

It's known after Jungkook had reported a human sighted in his kingdom that most if not all have humans living undetected amongst them- most of them from a crashed cargo ship that they boarded illegally.

"Oh I did! But she's nothing like yours." Taehyung huffs. "I have her imprisoned currently. She is just not listening to a word spoken to her." He growls to himself, angrily cutting into his piece of meat on the plate.

"Well, if you cannot control her, you can certainly give her away." Yoongi says, when another King chimes in.

"Or have her executed as an example." A man speaks, never lifting his eyes from his food as he casually says those words that make your body stiffen. "Most humans should be glad that they get to work at the palace of all places." He says.

"Hm, Seokjin has a point. If they don't listen, you'll have to make them." Taehyung says, looking at you now, and you realize quickly that he's looking at you like you're prey.

And in a way, you are.

"If you so desire, do so." Yoongi simply says. "I however will rule my kingdom as I see fit."

"Hm, so we noticed." The man named Seokjin says. "We will see the fruits of that one day, I believe." He just says, before he returns to eating, Yoongi holding his cup upwards to signal that he wants something more to drink- a task you quickly take on, avoiding eye contact at all cost.

Once you refill Taehyungs cup however, the hand on your wrist makes you drop the pitcher, everything falling silent after that while everyone waits for a reaction to such an accident.

"Oops." Taehyung teases almost, green eyes staring at you. Your fear seems to amuse him, everyone staring, before Yoongis low voice is head.

"Taehyung." He demands. "Take your hands off of my worker." He simply demands- the younger king surprisingly complying, laughing about the way you eagerly rush to get something to pick up the shards and wipe the liquid off the floor.

"Ah, so adorable." Taehyung only says, no longer paying much attention to you cleaning on the ground, everyone resuming their quiet dinner, while you tidy up the mess made.

Once you stand next to the workers again, and everyone has left except the king, you dare to breath again, when you're addressed once more- at least somewhat.

"Make sure her wounds are dressed." Yoongi tells a worker next to you, who curiously looks down at you. "She's no use without her hands."

And only now do you realize that somehow, he noticed you getting your hands cut on the shards.

What an odd king he is.

[crimsonhydrangeavn]

Hey again, i'm the anon who asked about if MC got into an argument with the LI's. I would also like to know about the sexual aspect

Hi there! Thank you for reaching out and asking again! If I'm not mistaken your initial question was "HI! Love the game demo! Please pardon my english as it is not my first language. How would the LI react if they accidentally hurt MC or took something too far? Like if they were arguing, and only noticed MC crying/sad after they said something. It could be on a emotional or sexual sense as well." It would honestly depend if Garret was upset with you beforehand. If he was "punishing you" he would purposefully want it to hurt so you would regret your actions and learn from your mistake. He'd probably start feeling a little guilty after the fact and try to make it up to you in little ways, but ultimately he would defend himself by saying it was for your own good. However, if he wasn't upset with you before hand and he took something too far with you in the sexual sense, he would apologize and try to make it up to you. To be honest he probably wouldn't notice it in the moment, so once he noticed you crying/ acting strangely after the fact he'd go into full damage control mode. If he hadn't already, he'd probably confess that you're his first and that he simply got carried away. He'd try to win your trust back and treat you extra gently the following weeks until you forgave him and felt comfortable with him once more.

If Marcelo took things too far or actually hurt you he would probably notice when it happened or shortly there after. He'd immediately stop, pull out, and immediately check in on you. Despite his outgoing attitude, he's actually incredibly sensitive and in tune with your emotions, and the thought of seriously hurting you would immediately take him out of the moment. Marcelo will always prioritize you over his own feelings and emotions and that absolutely extends to your bedroom.

Camilla would immediately realize that she hurt you and stop things then and there. She'd cuss herself out before profusely apologizing and rushing to treat any wounds your injuries you might have sustained.

Rita would be incredibly upset and frustrated with herself. She would do her best to surpress her frustration and focus on helping you and tending to any injuries you had, emotional or physical. She'd apologize and promise to take it easy on you moving forward, unless of course you asked for more. All in all she would be more upset with herself than anything and be incredibly kind, patient, and sweet towards you for the following days.

Similar to Garret, It would really depend with Teagan. If they were upset with you before hand they would justify it by saying you deserved it because of what you did to them first. They would probably try to smooth things over after the fact, but I don't see them feeling guilty or remorseful for taking things too far if they really felt as though you deserved it somehow.

If you didn't "provoke" them into hurting you, then they would probably genuinely apologize. The last thing they want is for you to dislike them and dread having sex with them. The rest of the session/ week they'd go out of their way to love bomb you and be extra sweet, treating you to all of your favorite foods, gifts, and some really nice quality time. They'd make it up to you in everyway they could if it was a genuine accident.

[inourselveswetrust]

What would ROs think if MC came home later than usual, and they weren't in good condition per se? Not drunk, but they're in a noticeable amount of pain, and they're trying to hide it? (they hide it astonishingly well until the 'mask' slips)

I hope you're doing well btw!!

I wrote this at 3am so consider yourselves warned. I hope you're doing well too! 💙

“I don’t understand why you would try to hide this from me,” August grumbles, their expression one of frustration. Their voice is brusque, their body tense yet their touch is gentle, they tend to your wound with gentle care. “While you sit here and do nothing, you can tell me all about how you got hurt,” August says tersely.

“It was just a small accident,” your reply, casually shrugging. 

“A small accident?” August repeats, bewildered. “I shouldn’t let you leave the house again if you think this is small.”

“It is small!” you exclaim, gesturing at the scrape spread across your calf. “It doesn’t even need stitches.”

“Anything that hurts you is big to me.” August protests, their voice desperate. Desperate for you to understand. “Whatever you did to get hurt, you’re never allowed to do it again.” 

“What if I fell while walking?” you counter, feeling prideful to have beaten August at their own game.

“I’ll carry you everywhere if I have to,” August replies without hesitation.

___

The silence is suffocating. Blair seems deep in thought, miles away in their mind. Despite this, they assess and care for your injury as if it’s the only thing that matters. As they secure a bandage to your arm, they pull away and simply stare at their handiwork for a few seconds.

Finally, they shatter the silence. “Did I do something to make you uncomfortable approaching me about this?” They ask, not tearing their attention from your wound.

“What?” you respond, confused and dumbfounded by the question.

“You tried to hide your pain from me,” Blair says, their eyes shifting to meet yours. “Why?”

You struggle for a response, your mouth opening and then closing as your mind tries to think of the answer. You settle for “I don’t know.”

Blair swallows dryly, before dropping their lips to your bandage and placing one, tender kiss on the material. “I’ll do everything I can to earn your trust, especially when you need me most.” 

___

Wren’s hands shake as they tend to your injury with tender care. They’ve avoided your eyes, and you’ve pretended to not hear their sniffles. They don’t say anything to you until almost an hour has passed after they finished bandaging your injury. You’ve remained quiet too, giving them time to work out whatever it is they need to say.

“Why would you hide this from me?” Wren asks, their voice laced with emotion. “Why didn’t you want my help?” 

Wren stares at you with wide, pleading eyes. Begging you for an answer and rousing your guilty conscience. Unable to hold your gaze any longer, they begin pacing an anxious path as they desperately withhold tears. They gasp for air: their breath unsteady and their limbs shaky.  

“I’d come to you if I needed help, I wouldn’t think twice about it,” Wren says, their voice trembling with each word. “I’d always go to you because I trust you with my life. And until now, I thought you saw me for who I am.” 

Their tears escape, and your heart drops with every tear. 

___

“How did you get these cuts?” Neve asks as they disinfect the numerous injuries scattered across your body. You hesitate to answer, though you’re not entirely certain why. Neve doesn’t seem to take your secretiveness personally, rather, they seem to have expected it.

“I only ask because you may need a tetanus vaccine, especially if you have not had one in five or more years,” they explain. “I suggest you speak to your physician within the next day or so, I believe we would both prefer you avoid infection.”

“You’re not upset I didn’t tell you?” you ask cautiously, watching Neve as if they may explode any moment. For once, they appear calm and that has planted seeds of doubt within you; doubt they’re okay, doubt you’re okay.

“I trust you can handle every situation you find yourself in,” Neve answers without delay. “You are more than capable of making your own choices, and you have no obligation to inform me of those choices.”

Neve begins putting the unused items back into their first aid kit, still alarmingly undisturbed considering you’d come to them a bloody mess.

“I do, however, feel quite… satisfied… you confided in me. While you do not need to come to me, I want you to know I will always be available should you need me,” they add as an afterthought, directing a somewhat awkward, yet genuine, smile towards you.

[wildmelon]

the chapmans 🫱🏼‍🫲🏼

basically i don’t actually play legacy challenges but i have a save i mentally refer to as my “legacy save” bc i don’t tend to play out full generations ever except for this one save. but even then it’s almost 3 years old and i’m just starting on gen 3 lmfao bc i literally just came to terms with the idea of my “founders” dying. but here’s one of my favorite families, i’m putting a bit about them each under the cut bc y’all know by now i can’t just show u their pretty faces and go :) feeling rather tender since it’s been a while since i opened this save 🥺

will chapman: will’s an absolute sweetheart who was in love with bliss’ fiery spirit since first grade. she was very perplexed by the total lack of agenda behind his kindness at first and highly suspicious of his seemingly infinite patience, but eventually she learned to accept his unconditional love around senior year of high school and is all the better for it. will’s smack dab in the middle of a big family, with two older brothers and a younger brother and sister (twins), so his easygoing nature served him well growing up. will and bliss are a perfect match, each other’s missing puzzle pieces, their differences complement and challenge each other in the best ways--

bliss chapman: the firstborn daughter of my ‘legacy founders’ and the oldest of four, bliss was an absolute handful to raise. she had a lot of anger issues growing up and a hard relationship with her little-miss-perfect mother. (this was so sad actually, her poor mom marley had 0 idea what to do). she had a big complex about deserving love, especially the kind of love her parents have for each other. will helped her heal a lot of those wounds. she freaked tf out when they accidentally got pregnant with kit after college but watching her blossom as a mother was so special 😭 it was the exact kind of thing all her fears and insecurities told her she’d be bad at her whole life, but bliss has a really big heart and was much better at parenting then she ever could’ve predicted. bliss had a lifelong obsession with space and became a mechanical engineer before accomplishing her dream of being an astronaut. (bliss is so so special to me and i have a lot of writing about her 🥺❤️)

kit (katherine) chapman: kit’s always wanted to be a doctor like her dad and is about to start at britechester to do it! she’s a huge geek and was very awkward and shy her whole life and recently blossomed into a very pretty girl, but she doesn’t really know what to make of that yet. the only time she’s perfectly articulate is during debate, she’s really good at it and all of her social anxiety melts away once she gets going! she thinks it’s the planning and organization. kit made henry puffer her entire personality for most of her childhood. 

stevie chapman: the self-declared “problem child,” stevie doesn’t actually cause many problems. she keeps up decent grades and is nice to her siblings, and in exchange her parents turn a blind eye when she sneaks out to catch a weeknight concert in the arts district. a hardcore adrenaline seeker, stevie’s parents (lovingly) anticipate the day she moves out and they no longer have to bear witness to her constant scrapes. she never runs out of energy and is fun and bubbly. her family thinks stevie’s desire to be perceived as a rebel is quite cute and usually they indulge her. (for any fellow frozen pines fans, stevie was named after @\softpine’s stevie 🥺 she was born a few months after i first read all the camellia posts and became obsessed ❤️)

elliot chapman: the accident bonus baby! will and bliss planned on not having any more kids, but sometimes mc command center god has other plans! they’re young parents though so it makes sense. elliott has no discernable personality yet because i did not plan for him. poor baby will most likely have a complex about being the extra as an adult. 

[moemoemammon]

The other brothers laugh at mammon for getting beaten up/hurt until they see MC nursing him back to health are like "Wait a minute...."

Mammon, You Bastard-!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Per usual, Mammon had the audacity to think he could get away with stealing a record from Lucifer's room to be sold. And per usual, he got his ass beat for it.

But what wasn't expected was what happened after. It's not unheard of for Mammon to go crawling off to the closest person to sympathize with him, and that's usually you.

You today.... Mammon was ACTUALLY getting spoiled. Lucifer had the misfortune of watching you gently dab at all of the new scrapes and bruises, all while Mammon acted like an overgrown child.

It isn't like he'd stoop so low that he’d want to be coddled in that way, but something about that smug look on Mammon's face made him wanna shake him around like a rag doll.... So instead, he'll just abuse his authority for a bit.

"Mammon, come with me. It seems you haven't learned your lesson, judging from that look on your face. The garden could use some tending to, the tub needs to be scrubbed, and there's a recent test score of yours I'd like to discuss."

Mammon

MC, you've gotta hear him out! See, he wasn't doing anything really bad per se... He just wanted to dust off that particular record of Lucifer's! And now he's all beaten up for it, so comfort him 🥺

Somehow you buy into his baby act (to his surprise), and now he's got his head on your lap while you comb your fingers through his hair. If this is what getting beat up gets him, he's gotta do it more often!

He's actually feeling a little guilty for having you wrapped around his finger like this, but... it feels too damned good to be spoiled! He deserves nice things too, damn it!

What makes the reward even sweeter is the look of irritation on the other brothers' faces when they see this special treatment he's receiving. He can't help but flash them a smug grin every time you respond to his ouch's and whimpers.

"O-Ow! Be a little gentler, will ya?! ...Sorry, I didn't mean it. But I'm really banged up, ya know? Lucifer didn't hold anything back, so I'll probably need EXTRA treatment...maybe a kiss or two, too..."

Levi

Oi. Shitty second-born.

That lap may be a forbidden land that Levi doesn't dare to touch, but there's no way he's letting it be soiled by trash! Why was Mammon of all people the one that got to live out such an amazing fantasy?!

You wanna see envy? Yeah, Levi is plotting Mammon's murder. He'll get someone he owes money to, right? Then he'll make it look like an accident when he-

No... He'll reveal every bad things he's ever done that's been kept a secret! He'll blackmail him! He's telling Lucifer everything about the time his D.D.D. was thrown in the trash! Who cares if it's petty?! This is WAR!!

"Mammon you SCUM! This is UNFORGIVABLE!! That secret stash of mocha devil pudding you've been hiding?! I'm gonna tell Beel all about it so he'll eat it! And when I'm done with that, I'm gonna show Lucifer what happened to his you-know-what!! And, and-!"

Satan

Satan is an expert at controlling his emotions. There's nothing that can break his facade of endless calm. He's a pillar of relaxation, he's a master of meditation, he's the epitome of a sound mind, he's-

Hey. Did Mammon grin just now? That was a grin, wasn't it?

Mammon's gonna need more than MC therapy after this, because Satan is already grabbing him by the head. There's no need for a older brother who can't even tend to his own wounds, right?

So it should be fine if he vanishes under mysterious circumstances! His brothers (minus Lucifer) seem to agree, and that's a majority consensus.

"Hm, you seem awfully lively for someone who was 'nearly killed back there', like you said. It's almost as if you're not hurt at all. Why don't you put this head of yours to better use and think up a way to stop being a nuisance?"

Asmo

Hey! The only one that's allowed to be dramatic in order to win the affection and adoration of others is HIM. Not gross Mammon!

Asmo's not going to let a guy like that get over on him! Not in a million years! No one can beat Asmo at his own game!

So what does he do? He hides around the corner to get into character, then the next thing you know he's running toward you at full speed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

He literally smacks Mammon out of your lap and buries his face into it instead, arms folded over while he sobs as if his lover had gone off and died in the war.

"MC, my darling MC! It's terrible! Completely AWFUL! I don't think even I can recover from this..! Why do such terrible things happen to beautiful, adorable, wonderful Asmo?? Boo hoo.... you have to come to my room right away so I can tell you what happened!" (Plot twist: he 'forgets' what happened as soon as he gets you in his room.)

Beel

Beel didn't really think anything was out of the ordinary at first. Mammon always runs to you when something's wrong. He's kind of a crybaby in that way.

So it takes his other brothers pointing it out for him to realize..... Hey, something's going on-

That look on Mammon's face starts looking less like a pained grimace, and more like a wide, smug grin. Beel understands now.... he's taking advantage of MC!

You're so kind so it's obvious Mammon would try to prey on that! And he's getting his snot and tears all over your legs, too.

It's annoying.

"Levi, you said something about mocha devil pudding, right? Show me where it is. I'm going to eat it right away, and whatever else he's hiding."

Belphie

Hey... who the hell does Mammon think he is? That lap is Belphie's designated nap spot. Everyone knows that.

Now it's being tainted by his gross older brother germs, and that's absolutely unforgivable. And the fact that he's being a bastard about it makes it even more annoying.

Belphegor won't admit that he's jealous of course, so he's going to be a gremlin instead. He's got more subtlety than his brothers.

When Mammon goes to find Goldie and doesn't know where it is? That'll be Belphie's doing. When his bed is covered in the stickiest royal jelly in the Devildom? Belphie. When he wakes up to find himself all tied up next to Cerberus? Belphie.

"Hm? Mammon hasn't come to take you shopping yet? I don't know anything about that. Why don't you and I go together? There's something I want to buy at Majolish. And we can take a nap afterward, okay?"

[with-love-from-hell]

Please write healed self harm scars with mammon and they/them mc

You probably haves lots of requests so please put this one off or don't do it if you needદᵕ̈૩

Scars

Fandom: Obey Me

Genre: Comfort, one shot

Written for a GN!Mc (you/your pronouns used)

WC: 1.5k

CW: mentions of self-harm via cutting (not current, referring to the past), Scaring as a result of self-harm (arms and thighs), depictions of burns from hot grease, MC is written as shorter than Mammon, slight implication of romance between MC and Mammon

“O-Oi! Human!” 

You look over their shoulder to see Mammon jogging into the kitchen where you were trying to focus on cooking dinner. He looked panicked, and held a small box under his jacket that he was clearly trying to hide. He appeared to be out of breath, trying to hold back his gasps for air. 

“What’s up?” You flashed him a quick smile before reluctantly turning your attention back to the burner. Lucifer had warned you about keeping a close eye on the ingredients for tonight's meal while sautéing them, as the Shadow Hog filets tend to spit back a lot of hot grease if the flame’s on the stove aren't low enough. 

Mammon shifted his weight nervously before attempting to speak. His cheeks were red with a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment. “Well, I know that around the time of your birthday, I wasn’t able to get’cha somethin’ ‘cuz I didn’t have the money...but I got ya somethin’ now! So here!” 

You turn just in time for Mammon to shove the box in your direction, unintentionally pushing you back into the handle of the pan. The pan dropped to the floor with a clatter, but not before splashing hot grease all over your abdomen in the process. You shrieked, immediately ripping the apron off of you and trying to shed your shirt before the fabric fused to your skin. 

In a panic, Mammon desperately tried to help by grabbing the spray hose to the sink. He didn’t even hear your “wait!” before spraying you with cold water, causing you to shriek once more. You pleaded for Mammon to stop spraying the frigid water at you, but he only listened when Lucifer burst in from the dining room. The eldest brother sent you to your room to tend to your wounds from the burns, instructing Mammon to clean up the mess made from his clumsiness. 

Well, he only got a few minutes into mopping before his eyes fell to the soaked box on the floor. Deciding the clean-up could wait, he snatched the box and followed you back up to your room. 

After all, he was your first man. He should make sure you’re okay...even if he was the cause of it. 

Mammon entered your room without knocking, as usual, but regretted it instantly when he saw you in your underwear in front of the full length mirror. You were putting ointment on the fresh burns that littered your skin. The splotches decorated your lower tummy, upper thighs, and the back of your left hand and arm in almost a Dalmatian-like pattern. 

But those weren’t the only marks that littered your skin. 

No...tons of what appeared to be scratches- well, at least that’s what the scars looked to be like now; he assumed they had been worse-looking in the past. Some of them were fadded, others were darker, but the pattern was just as sporadic around your legs and forearms, just as the burns had been. He realized in this moment that this was the first time he’d seen you without long sleeves or long pants on, and the exposure felt...well...wrong. 

He felt a twinge of guilt fester in his chest seeing the fresh tears dotting the corners of your eyes as you caught his glance in the mirror- probably from the pain of the burns. He averted his gaze, but the damage was done. His mind raced with what caused those scars- and in that amount. Somewhere in his mind, he knew you had done them to yourself, but he wanted to believe that maybe you just owned a particularly mean cat during childhood...yeah...or...or maybe you walked into some sharp, long grass by accident, or...

“Mams?” 

Mammon glanced up, seeing you facing him now. He tensed, taking a step backwards away from you. The action seemed to confuse you at first, but you remembered how he acted similarly during the night Lucifer had attacked you all those months ago. It was as if he was afraid he’d hurt you. 

You approached him cautiously, gently brushing your fingers on his arm when you stopped in front of him. “Mammon? What’s wrong?” 

He swallowed hard, forcing his gaze back to yours. “I- um...I...” He paused, not sure how to address what he had seen. 

You tilt your head, squeezing his arm gently in concern. “Hey, It’s OK! I know you didn’t mean it. It was just an accident!I’m gonna be alright- see?” 

You point to your abdomen with your other arm, the marks already fading into scars thanks to the healing ointment infused with magic. All Mammon’s eyes could focus on at were the scars on your arm, his stare lingering to the point where you finally noticed he wasn't looking at the burns. You felt your chest squeeze in nervousness, finally realizing that your carefully concealed scars were wide open for his viewing.

“Oh...that.” You bite the inside of your cheek and look away for a moment. 

“What...what did ya do?” He muttered sadly, his eyes still locked on your arm. 

“Well...” You start, trying to find where to begin. “There was a time in my life where I was feeling pretty bad about...well...everything. So I turned to...hurting myself, I guess.” 

Mammon nodded, but you weren’t quite sure if he had heard what you said. 

“I don’t do it anymore.” You added, nervously filling the silence. “I haven’t in a long time.”

“I just don’t get it.” Mammon murmurs after a moment, finally tearing his gaze away from your arms and looking deep into your eyes. “Why would ya do somethin’ like that?” 

“I...I just didn’t really know what else to do at the time.” Your voice quivers slightly as your brain trails back to the place you had been at during your self harm episodes. “I just...couldn’t feel my emotions, and I didn’t like myself very much.” 

Mammon nods, understanding what you meant. He couldn’t relate to thought’s of hurting yourself, but he would often drown his emotions in his gambling, and he often felt inadequate in comparison to his brothers. 

You both sat quietly for a moment, just staring at each other. 

“MAMMOONNNNNNN?” Lucifer’s booming voice from downstairs jolted you both out of your thoughts. Mammon returned downstairs with his tail between his legs, eager to begin cleaning again escape the awkward situation he had created with you. You trotted down fully clothed shortly thereafter. 

The two of you went about your own activities in silence for a moment- you going about re-preparing dinner, and Mammon cleaning up the excess water on the floor. After a while, the tension slipped away, and you both were laughing and joking like normal again. Throughout dinner the vibe stayed the same with the brothers- anyone looking in wouldn’t see anything wrong. But Mammon still held a bit of worry for you deep in his heart, and he wasn’t sure how to express it. It wasn’t until after dinner when he had offered to help you clear the table and do dishes that he finally decided to speak his mind. 

“Uh...Mc...About earlier...” He began, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “I’m sorry for askin’ ya all that stuff. Ya probably didn’t wanna talk ‘bout it.” 

“No, it’s OK,” you smile weakly. “I hadn’t told anyone here yet, and it feels kind of nice to have someone else know, I suppose.” 

Mammon nods in agreement, mulling over his next move as you finish rinsing the final dish.

“Oh...” He quickly dries his hands on his shirt and takes out the box from his back pocket. He hands it to you carefully as you dry your hands, a pink blush dusting his cheeks. As you take it from him and open it, he continues his thought. “...Just for the record, I think there’s a lot to like about ya...So don’t go sayin’ that you don’t like yourself again, ya hear? Or I’ll be forced to write ya a list of things- and I would die of exhaustion with how many things would be on that list, a-alright?!” 

He tries to sound as if he’s joking, but his nervous stammering and blushed face let you see right through him. As you finally get the soggy box open, you are greeted with a small, black leather bracelet with a few charms dangling from it. One is of a crow, the other is of a Grimm, and the third is a tag with  “#1″ etched into both sides. You smile warmly, slipping the bracelet on with ease. 

“Thank you, Mammon. I love it.”  Before he could react, you bounce onto the tips of your toes and plant a quick kiss on Mammon’s cheek.  He blinks back his shock, his cheeks turning a deep red. You giggle in response and turn to leave. 

“H-hey!” He stutters, gripping your wrist in his hand. He pulls you back to face him, unintentionally bringing your body flush against his. His thin fingers press into the flesh of your hips gently as he leans down. His breath was shaky and his voice at a volume barely above a whisper, tickling your ears as he mumbled into them. “I mean it, ya hear? I...I care about you, Mc. I hope ya know that.” 

[under-sedationnn]

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

[the-devils-girl94]

How The Demon Bros React To Hearing That MC Has Been Injured/Wounded?

Obey Me Headcanon

To answer this as a whole, if your injuries were caused by someone....that person is dead. No ifs, ands, or buts about it, that person is in for a brutal beatdown that won't stop until they are no longer in this world. Diavolo would probably be watching it go down with some popcorn and Barbatos serving him some homemade demon lemonade. That's just the reality when you have a bunch of demons who will back you up no matter what. Hell, you probably wouldn't even be injured because before anyone could even put their hands on you, mysteriously, they have already been decimated.

But if it was no one's fault that you ended up injured or wounded badly enough to be cared for and it was a freak accident, then this is how they would react:

Lucifer:

He would feel devastated and blame himself for not being there to save or protect you. He would stay by your side every night as you slept and would bring you everything you need or requested when you were awake. Seeing the extent of your injuries really hurt him to see, and when you slept, he would always place a kiss on your forehead with a sad smile on his face.

Mammon:

Oh he would feel the most guilt out of anyone and it shocks him because he still hasn't come around to confessing his feelings to you. He had always promised you that since he is your first demon to make a pact with, he will always be the one to protect you. The first one to be there to protect you and now you're like this in front of him. It broke his heart. Now he tends to your every need. Still annoying and pushy, but he does his best to tend to your every need and care.

Leviathan:

When he first heard you were in a bad accident, he automatically assumed the worst had happened and locked himself away in his room. Even when he is told that you are fine and just have some bad injuries, he just can't bring himself to get out and go see you. He feared that seeing the extent of your wounds would drive him over the edge of just breaking down and crying from almost losing you. And he wanted to be selfish and not show that side of him.

Satan:

He would be looking for someone to blame. I can't put my finger on why, but something tells me he would. He wants to be angry because it's a combination of sadness, regret, and uneasiness during the first few hours of hearing that you were injured and have not woken up yet. But when there is no one to blame for this travesty, he will find himself in his room on the verge of breaking down with a slim glimmer of hope that you pull through. And when you do, he will be the first one there with flowers, cards, and the desire to never leave your side for the rest of your life. He does not want to go on that rollercoaster of emotions again.

Asmodeus:

Tears will be streaming down his face when he hears the news. He will cry everyday until you wake up, and he will want to stay beside you and tell you everyday how much he loves you. You getting wounded awoke how much he loved you and how much he didn't want to lose you until this tragedy happened. Asmo had always loved you, of course, but his narcissism has always pushed that notion into the back of his head. And now knowing that you could be gone in any instance, due to any circumstance, he really wants you to know how much you really mean to him and he will continue to bombard you with his love even after you are all healed up.

Beelzebub & Belphegor:

These twins will not eat or sleep until they know you will be okay. They are not going to leave your side until you are able to walk out of that bed and do all the things that the three of you used to do. There isn't a single day where you are alone. At least one of them is always by your side until the other joins in and both spend the rest of the day with you. Every single night is a sleepover with all things to keep you comfortable and fed.

[mxvladdy]

Hi, I love your writings 💜 and wanted to suggest a prompt, but if it won't hit you or if your requests are closed than feel free to ignore.

What if MC will forget the brother and that they are in relationship (it can be as side effect of some spell /potion etc, but it will last for quite some time, no one knows how long). How brothers will react on that? What they will do to make MC fall in love again, or will they do anything at all? Or they decide that it's the chance to change everything? What if MC won't love them again? I don't know if that can be angsty (I want some angst), or you can do whatever style you find appropriate. Anyway, if you don't feel like doing for 7 brothers you can do only for brothers of your choice (who you feel comfortable to write about, but maybe Lucifer, Mammon and Beel?? ).

Thank you! And have a good day or night!

A/N: 80000 years and a day later I post lol ;.;. Sorry for the wait! I tried something new with this, hope you like :)

So I was going to drop all three at the same time but it turned into 20+ pages of work. So I will post in 3 separate parts since they all turned into beefy boys... Much like their counterparts >:)

Hope you like it!!!

Part One of Three: Lucifer

Magic is a beautiful and powerful thing. It permeates the Devildom like an eternal fog. For the residents, it is as common as breathing. From the strongest of their kind down to the lowest inhabitants, it is integral to their culture and daily life. Mistakes and accidents happen daily with young and old alike learning or experimenting. Magical rebounds and mishaps mean very little to them, especially the brothers. From the Celestial Realms down, they have seen it all.

Sometimes they forget that to you, magic can be a volatile and dangerous.

The crackle of energy and the acrid taste of sour magic on his tongue are his only warnings before things went south. He reaches for you, strong arms moving to shield you from the blowback of energy discharging around you both. Lucifer crouches, turning his back to the explosion to cover you from the debris and dust raining down. The rebound of the failed spell washes over him for a moment turning his stomach on impact. A heavy miasma coats the room. It weighs down his wings momentarily before disappearing as quickly as it had come.

Once the dust settles, the room fills with light-hearted teasing and jabs at the inept caster. Whatever chastising remark he had stuck to his tongue. When he looks down at you the air seizes his lungs in horror. You were heavy and unresponsive in his arms, eyes closed and face slack. Physically, he could see nothing wrong with you, no hair unkempt or dust on your uniform. He shakes you trying in vain to rouse you.

He doesn’t remember fleeing the room with you clutched tight to his chest nor the shouts of his confused brothers all he could focus on was your limp body cradled in his. You weren’t waking up. None of his magic was working, and you were still sleeping. It was like looking down at his brothers all over again. The feeling of dread, of helplessness, had him staggering. You were like his little Lilith all over again, another failure in his unending life span.

The healer's answers do nothing but anger him. Diavolo’s weak speculations drive him into a frenzy. Wait, they want him to wait. For how long was anyone's guess. They say that you just need rest, the human body is unaccustomed to such stresses. That though your body is weak, a human’s spirit is strong. You’ll recover-he had to trust that you would heal on your own. Trust… he had so little of that left to begin with, but he had he gave to you.

He couldn’t lose you. Couldn’t lose this small flicker of hope you brought into his life, of happiness. He didn’t want to be alone again.

So he waits, a permanent sentinel by your bedside. He sits in silence stuck with his sins. His rough hewn palms cover your small hand to warm your cooling finger tips. He strokes them with callused fingers. He contemplates all the little things he could have done differently while he waits. Hells, what he should have done differently. Spells at the best of times were unruly and dangerous and in the hands of a novice? He shakes his head squeezing your hand. He was so stupid to have let you take that course. Why hadn’t he told that weak pissant of a demon off for trying such an incantation? Or at least to take it outside. Was he that bad of a protector? Of a lover? Deep down he wants to be angry at you. That this somehow was all your fault, with your puny human constitution and defenses. He wants to blame you but the moment passes with a gut-twisting sense of guilt and almost shame.

The days move on unceasingly, the clock on your wall mocking him with every steady tick and turn of the hand. With each moon that passes his simmering anger and wounded pride cools to an ice cold fear in his veins. The healers stopped showing up daily, they were at a loss like the rest of them.

No one would say it, least of all around him, but he heard it travel down the halls like an unwelcome guest. The whispered sympathy, the soft admissions of acceptance. He blocks them out, his world narrowing down to nothing but your icy hand and weak pulse. Your room begins to turn into his. His paperwork fills your desk, while he holds meeting over the phone. One hand clutching his phone to his ear and his other always touching you. No one but him is going to take care of you. He refuses help, turning down Diavolo’s increasing offers and pleas of support.

He turns them down each and every time. He will take care of you.

Yet, no matter how much he tends to you and researches you remain inert.

It’s maddening, he was suffocating under the weight. Finally he tips. One night drunk and desperate in his destroyed room he does the last thing he could think of.

The hardwood of his bedroom is unforgiving under his knees. The cold of it soaks through his pants and the harsh grain digs into his skin. But he doesn’t care, he wasn’t looking for absolution anymore, he was begging for your salvation.

It burns him bowing like this. His pride lashes out, roaring like the untamed beast it was as he dives deep searching within himself to find the tattered remains of his former self. Each second with his eyes closed and head bent was tortuous as his pleas fill the oppressive silence of the room. No matter the discomfort of the moment he can only think of you. No cost was too steep to have you open your eyes again.

Lucifer should have known going back to his father would be a mistake. Nothing was ever simple with them, everything was by their rules and their way. Not even being the once most favored son could fix that. Your eyes open, sure. They are hazy with confusion, but also bright and full of life. You were back.

Papers forgotten Lucifer approaches you like he would a wounded animal. He stares in disbelief for a moment before succumbing to his need to hold you. “Amata-” He breathes out in relief into your neck squeezing you closer to him. Lucifer pulls away when he notices you not embracing him back. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. You just took me by surprise is all.” You rub your eyes and smile wearily. “What did I do to deserve such a good morning hug?”

His smile fades, hearts sinking. “Do you not remember?”

“Remember?” Hmmm. You look around you at the clutter of your room. “I- remember being in class, then you over me.” Something must have happened, but for the life of you, you couldn’t recall. He fills you in leaving small blanks hoping to see some recognition in your bewitching eyes. But you sit, nodding along taking his word as gospel truth. “Wow.” You lean back on your pillows. To be asleep for so long, you had so much work to catch up on. “Thank you for looking out for me.”

There was an odd look in his eyes before he nods, rising to his feet. “Of course… for you, anything.” He flees then, choking back a sea of emotions to go fetch a healer to look you over. It was as he expected. You were whole and healthy again, back to your old wonderful self. Except for him. Did you truly remember none of him? Have you really forgotten how he held you at night when you were able to tear him from his works.

How could you forget the words he would whisper to you as you drifted off long after the candles had been snuffled out, the sweat had cooled on your skin, and your limbs loose and tangled with his? Would you ever remember the way he would watch you at school? How he would search for you and watch you with vigilante and hungry eyes. You were not his little lamb anymore. Even after everything he had lost you.

It was what he bargained for with his father it seemed.

He calls a meeting soon after informing his brothers and the Prince of your condition without telling them of his speculations as to why. “We will say nothing.” He speaks standing rigidly while the room erupts with confusion around him.

“Why not tell them?” Beelzebub asked brows drawn low in concern.

“And say what?” Lucifer rubs at his nose pinching the bridge tightly already feeling a dull throbbing growing underneath. “What would it change?” He leaves it at that and retreats to his room. He looks at his dusty chambers and broken furniture from his explosive temper. It is so cold again without you there. This is how it must be. The thought brings a broken whine from his lips. Tt soaks through his leather gloved hand, refusing to be shoved down. He didn’t want to believe he was so forgettable, that something as intimate as his trust and love was so weak in your soul. He had thought surely he had ingrained himself deeper than that. You were in his mind.

He turns to his private libraries that night, looking for any scrap of information he could find. Perhaps the threads of him were there within you, maybe they just needed to be mended. He often forgot how malleable the human mind was, how easily things can just slip from them. Each book on the topic started promisingly enough before piddling off to a dead-end or debunked hypothesis.

He hunts down the student that had fired the spell. If he knew the original purpose of the spell maybe he could recreate the reaction? No, yet another dead end.

He comes to realize one night sitting hunched over on the grimy floor that either your mixed blood had altered the spell's intentions or the fact that since you were not in your original timeline it had changed something deeper within you that none of them had taken into consideration. Or, perhaps-just maybe he truly did make a deal with Father.

Devil below, he hoped that wasn’t true. How ironic it would be that the first time they had heard his pleas to only answer it with more pain and punishment. Either way, he must accept this...eventually.

“You know, if you keep frowning like that it’ll leave permit winkles.” Lucifer ignores his brother, not glancing up from his journals to entertain him. He had recently found more old tomes deep in his studies. “Luci.” Multi-colored nails block his view of his documents.

“Move Asmodeus. I will not ask again.”

Asmo frowns but moves his hand back to his hip. “You need to breathe brother. Take a minute for yourself.” Lucifer snorts dismissively, flipping to the next page. Asmo sighs deeply, his old bones rattling with the heavy gust of air. “You know you won’t find anything in there. We’ve all tried, you know? Read up on fruitless leads and scoured the depths of the catacombs too. Satan’s hands are a mess from rummaging through his books.” He swallows thickly. “Perhaps it is time.”

“Time for what?” Lucifer rises to his impressive height towering over his smaller brethren. “I do not like what you are implying Sakhr.” Asmo flinches, he hates that damn name. He calms the simmering rage underneath his well kept skin. Lucifer was hurting, he lashes out blindly when he is. He always suffers alone.

“I’m not implying anything. We just want-” Lucifer laughs, the hollow sound pulls at the emptiness within Lust’s heart.

“What would you know of my wants?” His ruby eyes lock with Asmo’s. It was a mistake. Lucifer’s presence was imposing at the best of times, but as mad as he was now it was a knee jerk reaction from Asmo to put his guard up. It was a strong defensive mechanism that Asmo took special care not to let slip, but as Lucifer approaches him shoulder hunching and chest puffing up in anger. It took only a moment for his defenses to take over, eyes locking Lucifer saw exactly what he wanted reflected back at him.

He didn’t know what Lucifer saw but he could see the absolute agony etching into his older brother's glassy eyes with each second. Asmo steps back breaking eye contact with a gasp, the trance between them breaking. “I-I’m sorry!” He trembles.

Lucifer says nothing but raises a shaking finger while he collects himself. Finally, he looks up, face impassive once more. He shakes his head and points to the two chairs in front of his desk. A wordless order that Asmo takes. Asmodeus watches Lucifer busy himself with a decanter, broad back turned to him. “You meant no harm,” Lucifer says, voice tight. He turns back with two glasses in hand. “ I-my aggression was unnecessary.” He offers Asmo a glass before sitting back in his throne-like chair with a grunt. They drink in silence.

Asmo swirls the spicy drink around his tongue thinking hard. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. He thought he could make things better by offering a shoulder or ear, perhaps tell Lucifer that you were doing well. You didn't seem to notice the hole at the table or in the classroom where Lucifer used to join you and the rest of them to eat or study. They had missed seeing him look so at peace around them. Everything had reverted back to like it was when you first arrived between the two of you, and it was affecting everyone. “Talk to me?” Lucifer blinks.

“And say what?” He peers at his empty glass before grabbing the decanter. “I’m fine? I have meetings piling up and I frankly don’t give a damn anymore. Or the fact that I have yet to cancel the table I had reserved for our anniversary dinner?” His last words waver dangerously before he burns them away with a large gulp of his drink. He sees the look in Asmo’s honey-colored eyes when he looks up. “I don’t need pity.”

Asmodous sniffs, waving away the thought. “Please. We all know better than that. I just want to check on you, and perhaps give you an idea?”

“What idea could you have that I have not thought of?” He asks curiously. Asmo lights up leaning in.

“What if we’ve been going about this the wrong way? We’ve been looking at magic to solve this when the answer was in front of us the whole time. Humans aren’t used to magic, so why look to it for the solution?”

“I don’t follow.” Lucifer puts his glass down leaning back in his chair. Was science what he needed to look at? He had tried that, had talked to human doctors and surgeons that owed him “favors”. They were as unhelpful as the rest.

“We are thinking like demons! We have to think like a human, woo them again. You did it once, surely their attraction wasn’t wiped out, just their memories.” Ahh. Lucifer shakes his head. He had thought of that, staring at himself in the mirror. Many nights were filled with the nagging fears of defeat. If his father had a hand in your recovery could he even be allowed to try again? Lucifer looks back at all the things he said those nights kneeling by your side. It was foolish, what even contract he might have accidentally made had too many open ends, too many half wishes, and clauses.

“I’m afraid I have already thought of that my brother.”

“Then why haven’t you tried? Have you given up?” Asmo is met with silence. “Does that mean the rest of us have a chance?” He gets the reaction he was looking for then. Lucifer’s form shutters, a full body twitch as his body blurs around the edges in warning. “Seems to me like you haven’t given up yet. So what is stopping you.”

Lucifer crumbles under his brother’s worried gaze. Perhaps he could divulge his worry, just this once. “I asked father Az.”

Asmo gasps in surprise, eyes wide in disbelief, then dawning realization. “You think They did this?” Lucifer shrugged, running a hand through his disheveled locks. “They wouldn’t-they couldn’t...could they?” None of the brothers knew what their father was up to anymore, nor if They were even still able to track them. It was an ever present cloud of stress over all of them. While they trusted Diavolo and his protection, the nagging fear was never-ending.

“This is perfect!” Asmo claps his hands together. Lucifer stares at him in confusion. Lust’s smile grew toothy and dangerous. “Do you know what this means?”

“No.” His younger brother snorts looking down at his nails. His mind was running a mile a minute. For as organized and crafty as Lucifer is, he sure had his moments.

“Think about it. If Father did meddle then you have to try courting them again. Defying Father is a talent!” Asmo claps his hands in giddy delight. “Wouldn’t it just chafe their linens if you got back together?”

“And what if They didn’t meddle?”

“Then what do you have to lose?” Lucifer laughs. It was breathy and lifeless at the start but grew in intensity as Asmo’s words sunk in. Why was it when he said it it made sense?

“As devious as ever Az.” Lucifer smiles. Yes, he could win you back easily and reclaim his pride all in one fell swoop. “Thank you for reminding me of who I am.” They were troublemakers, the lot of them and it was time for him to prove it once more that he was the worst of them.

He starts the next day dressing down for once in his long life. He wears an outfit you always complement tucked neatly into a pair of dress slacks you bought him after a date gone awry. He smirked, remembering the tight squeeze of your hand on him on the drive home. The friction of your palm on the smooth material...he tipped his dry cleaner extra that night. “Good morning.” He purrs out in greeting taking his seat at the head of the table. The few brothers around the table freeze for a moment, keen eyes darting from him to where you sat still eating as if nothing had changed. Asmodeus shot him a wink.

“Morning.” You chirp back around your spoon. “It’s good to see you back at the table. Finally got a break from work?” The demons hold their collective breath.

“Yes, you can say that I came to a revelation of sorts.” He hums into his mug.

From that point on no matter what corner you turn on Lucifer was there. A pleasant smile on his lips and an offer of aid. “Thank you for the help!” You drop the large stack of books on your desk with a satisfied grunt. “You know- even though our pack is still somewhat new, if you need help with your work I’d be glad to give you a hand too!”

“Would you?” He hides his predatory grin under his hand. “ Some of the matters I have to attend to will require some long, hard work. It may take up some of your nights.” The flush that graces your cheeks and the warm buzz from his pact mark make him giddy.

“I’m willing.”

Slowly he begins to pull you back into his world. He leaves well placed hints of your past together scattered around his workspace. Your favorite Devildom blooms and treats always seem to be around when you come to offer your help in the evening. He slips old pet names into daily conversations as you scribble notes and transcribe letters for him by the soft light of his desk lamp. Pacing himself was never so hard before in his life. Was he finally cracking through? Or were you falling for him again? It was a heady rush to be sure, the mix of anticipation and thrill of such earthly courting made him realize many things he didn’t see the first time around. He learns all over again just what he loved about you.

He had forgotten how patient you were around him and with his siblings. Your keen eye and attention to detail reminded him just why he trusted you. You flitted about him picking up things he missed and settling brotherly disputes without him having to waste his breath. It was almost like things were going back to normal, minus the cold sheets beside him at night. But he sticks to his plan, finding pleasure in simply learning about you all over again.

It came to an end sooner than he had expected.

“Enter.” Lucifer calls from his overflowing desk. It was finals time once again and the damages done to school property were picking up dramatically. He heard your fluttering heartbeat before you even entered his domicile. It picks up as you approach.

“Am I interrupting?

Lucifer looks up from his work, a grin growing on his tired face. “For you, never.” You smile back, coming closer. You held a mug of coffee in your hands. The beast within him wanted to raise its hackles in triumph and howl. His life must be a divine comedy. This night is playing out just like it did nearly a year ago. Did you remember too? Or was this just how it always was meant to be?

“I haven’t seen you in a bit, and got concerned.” You fiddle with the handle of the copper mug. Lucifer nods, it was true. He regrettably had to put his plans with you on hold, he had spent so much time scheming he had let a few things build up. “Asmo told me you were hold up in here working, and I thought you could use a pick me up. He-he helped me make you some coffee.”

Ah. It wasn’t the same as the first time, but it was a matter of time before his sibling started meddling again. He takes the cup from your outstretched hand. “Thank you, this is much appreciated.” You glow under his praise taking a seat by his side.

“Need any help?” You eye the stack of papers with interest. “I’ve gotten pretty good at reading the fine print.”

“Have you now?” He pushes a small stack of papers towards you. “Very well, I would love your company again.” You take the work with a nod eager to spend time with him again. He watches you work, unable to contain his growing smile before looking down at the cup by his side. The tar-black coffee looks back at him. Oh, how he wished to commend his brother and berate him all at once. It is putrid and stomach-churning but he savors it all the same.

“Is it alright?” You pause watching him drink in. You have never seen him so enraptured by a drink before.

“Yes.” It will be.

[summonerscenarios]

Hello, whenever you're able to, can you make the reactions of the Summoners + Gullinbursti and Agyo reacting to MC2 coming back all scratched and bruised? I love when the boys get worried about the MC

First request post of 2021 let’s go~! dfghgfd honestly don’t we all love seeing ppl worry about the poor MC? I mean the amount of trouble they get dragged into is ridiculous lmao I’m sure there’s some kind of award for that at this point. Hope ya like it hun!

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Shiro

Shiro’s worried - of course he is. Seeing any of the Summoners getting scratched up or injured in fights is enough to warrant concern about them; however, his reaction really depends on how you ended up getting scuffed up. If it was due to jumping in to help someone or getting into an accident he’s going to be very concerned about your health and well being. If it was because you were super reckless and went overboard doing some stupid shit? He’ll absolutely know and you’ll know he knows as soon as you walk through the door and spot him waiting for you. He’s got the disapproving parent face down to a T which you’ve joked about on more than one occasion, but it's clear he’s still genuinely worried once he catches sight of how banged up and bruised you are.

He keeps a few things like plasters and that on him for the little injuries (and for when the D-evil’s get hurt I’ll die with this idea thx), there’s also a first aid kit or two stocked away at the safehouse thanks to the last couple of instances of people (namely you and Kengo) coming back in beaten up and in need of some bandaging up, so thankfully he’s fully prepared to help you. He makes sure you’re sitting down both to get you off of your feet as well as to see where all the scratches are so he knows exactly what he’s working with. Surprisingly, Shiro’s pretty adept at patching you up without hurting you too much - turning your hands and arms around in his hands to make sure he gets every cut and scrape without pressing down too hard as he wipes them over and patches them up. The whole time he works he’ll ask you about what happened this time, listening to you telling him all about what went down as he works, nodding along and humming to let you know that he’s still listening to you whenever you pause. 

Shiro knows that he can’t always stop you from getting hurt, especially when there’s so many things out to get you (and so many things you actively jump into without any regard for your wellbeing whatsoever, like seriously please at least try to keep yourself he worries a lot), but he can at least always be there to patch you back up and get you back on your feet when you’re injured, so he takes this kind of stuff seriously. Even once you’re patched up Shiro makes sure you sit down for a little while to rest a bit - if you have any open cuts the only thing that running around jumping back into trouble will achieve is making it take longer to heal. In the meantime he’ll make some drinks to convince you to stay put, giving the two of you the chance to chat about something that isn’t injury-related as you drink and talk in the safety of the guildhouse.

Kengo

Okay I’m gonna be honest, Kengo’s not entirely surprised to see you all busted up when you run into each other. It’s not like he hasn’t had his fair share of scuffles for various reasons (sometimes he doesn’t even mean to get dragged into them!...sometimes) and he knows that you’re very much the same so it’s not like he doesn’t realize you aren’t gonna come in roughed up sometimes. The two of you have got a pretty mutual understanding - if you need some help patching up you’ve got each other’s backs, namely to avoid getting reamed out by the others for getting into said fights in the first place. Which is exactly why when you guys bump into each other and he sees that you’re sporting a shiner and a busted lip to boot he knows something went down, but he doesn’t worry too much when you flash him a grin and tell him that he missed a hell of a fight, easing his worries that it at least didn’t get too out of hand.

There’s nothing a washcloth and some water won’t fix - at least that’s what he says as he slaps a bowl full of water down in front of you once you’re sat down on the floor and kneels down to get on your level. He leaves your eye be once he makes sure it’s only bruised and not something more serious and focuses on the cuts since they’re the bigger issue. His hands are rugged and his grip’s a little rough when he accidentally brushes over some of the bruised parts of your skin, but Kengo tries his best to be careful, guiding you to tilt your head in his direction with one hand as the other brings the washcloth up to your busted lip. It stings when he touches it and your expression scrunches up at the unpleasant feeling, but you ease up a little as he cleans up the wound and wipes away the blood smearing your mouth. 

Kengo tries to keep the mood as light as possible; he tries to crack a couple jokes to cheer you up but a few of them earn him a playful punch to the shoulder though it makes taking care of you go a lot more smoothly.The cuts at least look better once they’re cleaned up of the blood and marks, and while Kengo does wish he at least had something to wrap em up with he’s glad that you’re at least looking a sight better than you did when you’d initially showed up. 

Ryota

WORRIED. VERY WORRIED. When Ryota catches sight of you he almost immediately drops whatever he's doing and rushes over to you to make sure that you’re okay, expression alight with alarm when he can see how scuffed up you are up close. At the sight of his reaction worrying over you, you feel a bit guilty that you didn’t try to clean yourself up before you arrived, since the bruises and bleeding cuts don't exactly paint the most reassuring picture to the poor boy. Still you try to reassure him that it’s really not that bad - you’ve had worse bruises and most of the scratches are surface wounds anyway; Ryota still frets over you until you at the very least sit down, looking at some of the bruises on the side of your face with brows furrowed in unspoken concern.

Ryota’s asking you what he can do to help the whole time - is there something he can get you? Something to cover the cuts? Maybe some ice for the bruises? He’s pretty sure he could rush to the cafeteria and get some to wrap up in a cloth so you can soothe the ache ,or at least lessen the pain. You end up taking him up on the offer, and he comes back with a pouch of ice, pressing it to the bruised side of your face so gently it’s like he’s scared of hurting you even more. It certainly helps to ease the pain a little, and seeing you visibly relax at the touch it seems to calm his nerves down as he comes to sit down beside you, talking to you as you take the ice pack from him and keep it pressed to your face.

He seems to remember something as you’re talking and spins around to rummage through one of his drawers, turning back around with a box of plasters in hand a few moments later with a triumphant smile on his face. Soon enough you’ve got plenty of plasters with cute little patterns decorated on them on each and every one of your cuts regardless of how big or small they are. By the time the last one’s carefully placed over a cut around your finger the earlier tension’s definitely eased and you can tell he feels less worried now that you’re taken care of, offering you a warm smile when he looks up from your hand at you.

Toji

Toji’s dealt with more than a few injuries himself before, having to teach himself how to take care of different kinds of wounds over the course of his lifetime. Alongside this however he’s also grown quite adept at assessing how serious someone else's injuries are when he sees them. Perhaps that's how he’s able to notice something’s wrong when you try to sneak back to your room trying to nurse your wounds after getting pretty scuffed up through no real fault of your own. It’s not as though you can really hide them from him though, with a couple bruises, cuts and a generally mussed up appearance it isn’t hard for him to take a guess that you aren’t in your usually injury-free state. When you try to assure him that you’ll be find once you’ve patched yourself up Toji sighs, rubbing his temples, then proceeds to gesture for you to go ahead into your room, and thinking he’s actually letting you off the hook you don't hesitate to slip into your room and leave it there. Only a few minutes later he comes knocking on your door with a bag of what you soon find out is some medical supplies - bandages, plasters, rubbing alcohol and some other supplies you guess is for cleaning wounds. 

Calls you a dumbass the whole time but in a low-key lovingly sort of way. 

Okay but seriously though, if you got hurt due to recklessness expect him to talk your ear off the whole time - he doesn’t care if you think you’re being heroic, because you’re not gonna be a hero for very long if you get more injured than you can handle. You getting hurt is no joke to him, even if the wounds are relatively minor by comparison; even as he says this though he’s surprisingly gentle as he tends to your wounds, not being overly harsh despite the scolding tone of his words. You can tell that deep down he is genuinely concerned about your wellbeing as he patches you up, as when you hiss at the cleansing wipes he runs over your cuts you notice he pauses for a second before continuing.

He’s pretty practiced at this by comparison to the other Summoners, so it really doesn’t take very long until you’re all cleaned up and doing better than you would have been if you’d just stuck it out in your room. But don’t expect to get away without one last drawn out lecture on taking better care of yourself - you’ve only got one body and all it takes is a stray knife or the wrong place for you to get seriously hurt. It’s honestly pretty rich coming from someone who so often delves into the shadows for the sake of succeeding in battle more times than you can count; however, for what it’s worth you can tell he’s giving you this talk because he doesn’t like seeing you getting hurt, and wants to ensure that you aren’t willingly putting yourself into harm’s way - he wants you to stay safe, even if he doesn’t outwardly say tell you that.

Gullinbursti

I mean usually Gull’s the one who ends up getting hurt barging in to take the fall in your stead, so when you end up coming back home covered in scratches and bruises it likely happened when he wasn’t around to intervene. Needless to say, he hates the sight of you injured in any way - he feels as though he’s failed to fulfill his purpose to keep you protected from harm, and you’re honestly surprised to see just how distressed he is by you getting hurt. You get hurt all of the time, with so many close calls to your name you’re sure you’d earn an achievement or two for it - but you guess most of those instances have been while Gull wasn’t around, which explains why he gets so troubled at the sight of you standing before him, cradling a few more bruises than you’re able to cover up when you come face to face with the boar transient.

You have to really convince him that you’ll be fine without going to see anybody like a doctor or school nurse or else Gullinbursti won’t even hesitate to hoist you up into his arms and charge right over to the person who can get you healed up, be it one of the other Summoners or a medical professional. He doesn’t seem entirely convinced when you tell him that you’re fine - you just need to grab a couple things you’d stashed away specifically for these instances and once you’re finished you’ll be right as rain...minus the scratches, of course. Similar to Ryota, he hovers around you whilst you’re cleaning yourself up, looking for an opportunity to aid you in some way, whether that’s going out to retrieve something or holding things for you while you move to grab the next things you need. It’s actually pretty cute seeing him trying to dote on you, watching you clean yourself up and bristling when you grit your teeth as you apply the disinfectant.

In your opinion, you do a pretty bang up job of bandaging yourself up, though as you’re putting the last of the plasters on your palm you feel the back of his hand brush against the side of you, stopping just short of one of the particularly nasty bruises you’ve got blossoming across the skin. When you tilt your head to face him and ask him what’s wrong he wonders aloud if you’re in pain - it makes you pause, because you’d be lying if you said they didn’t feel at least uncomfortable, so instead of answering you lean over and pat his cheek, assuring him that you’re okay and that he doesn’t need to worry in the hopes to reassure him.

Agyo

Agyo absolutely panics when you come through the guildhouse door all busted up and bruised. When did you get hurt?! It couldn’t have been close to the guild, the little lion dog takes guarding the safehouse seriously, so surely he’d have spotted you while he was out making sure everything outside was okay! You’re covered in scratches and bruises when you stumble into the room and greet the fluffy transient, and the poor boy just about faints at the sight of you grinning as you rub at the side of your face where you’re supporting a particularly large bruise, half-heartedly whining about how it stings and how you were so sure you could have dodged the hit. Agyo really wishes someone else was here, someone who has a good enough idea on how to take care of you when you’re hurt; since he’s the only one around at the time he decides to take the situation into his own paws, ushering you further inside the room so that he can get a proper look at just how bad the damage is, getting frustrated when you try to tell him that it’s really not that big of a deal.

He tries to put on a brave face but you can tell that he’s really worried - your injuries are only scrapes and bruises at worst, but you’ve got a hell of a lot of them. Agyo has the least amount of experience with dealing with injuries; he’s gotten hurt before back in Wa No Kuni, and he’s also seen people coming to the shrine sick or injured but it was always his grandpa who took care of those duties while Agyo got things to help. So Agyo plays to his strengths, and remembering some of the things he’d seen used before, brings out the first aid kit for you to use, hoping that whatever’s inside will help in some way. Most of them don’t even need anything to cover, with only a few cuts actually managing to break the skin, but for the sake of easing his nerves you humor him a little and cover as many as you’re able. 

Most of your fingers are covered in plasters by the time you’re done, with them having received the brunt of the damage at the time, and you hold them up for him to see, waggling your fingers as if to show him that you’re all better. It does seem to do the trick, as at the sign of your plaster-covered hands he huffs and plops down to sit beside you, shaking his head as he asks you how you even ended up like this - surely you didn’t run headfirst into trouble, right?...right? When you don’t answer him, instead feigning ignorance and whistling as you look away, the poor lion dog gives you an exasperated look and starts persistently prying for answers, grumbling about losing guardian points when the sight of him getting so riled up makes you laugh a little.

[blossom-hwa]

pls elaborate 👁️👁️ -baker anon

you asked for it

in a slightly futuristic but still modern world...

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mc #1 causes problems for fun - as in corruption exposing, government destabilizing type problems that result in a lot of very not fun people coming after them every other minute. included within those very not fun people are several well-known contract assassins, one of whom is named choi san. the first time he comes after mc, mc throws him off the side of a building, and this is the exchange they have with hongjoong after:

hongjoong, tending mc's wounds: so do you remember anything about this one mc: I mean he was really hot hongjoong: ... mc: like you know. most of the assassins are pretty built. but this one had a face to match the body after I ripped off the mask hongjoong: mc: hongjoong: noted. so what did you do to him, again? mc: oh yeah. I threw him off a building

(copied verbatim from my notes)

san compares mc to something like a cockroach, by the way. very annoying. very hard to kill. at some point mc is bleeding out and san just yells why won't you fucking DIE and mc just says well I threw you off a building first so look who's talking and maybe san doesn't know it yet because he's a dense fuck but that marks the point where he's starting to view mc less as a target and more as a person. which is an issue, as san finds out - it's kind of hard to have semi-friendly or at least admirable feelings for the person you've been charged to kill - but he's got a job he's been charged to carry out and now he needs to decide which is more important - the thorn in his side who keeps feeling less like a thorn and more like a friend, or the people who could have his head on the line any second.

(I have more plans than I'm revealing here but feel free to imagine what's next)

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when mc #2 was young, they lost yeosang. he disappeared one day and never found his way back, and mc has been searching for him ever since while actively dismantling several illegal organizations along the way. this gets the attention of those who have since turned yeosang into a more or less mindless killer, and out of fear that mc will ruin them next, they give yeosang a hit. for mc.

except mc already knows that the organization has yeosang and have been trying to find a way to break in ever since they found out. so when yeosang turns up in mc's presence, ready to go in for the kill, mc only runs up to him and gives him a hug, all the while sobbing into his chest.

wouldn't it be so upsetting if yeosang's memories were wiped so that he remembers nothing about his life before he became an assassin?

but he plays it cool, of course - he doesn't stab mc right then and there because it's a very awkward position and he's kind of worried that mc's not in their right mind, maybe he got the wrong person on accident - so he plays along. it's easier to kill someone when you've gotten a little (physically) closer, right? and it goes fine at first, pretending to know mc from a life he doesn't remember, but as time goes on, things get harder and harder to hide. mc begins to suspect things. yeosang keeps finding openings to kill them and failing to carry out the hit. and one day during a dance in a raving bar where no one can see or hear them, they come to an ultimatum.

(you can decide what happens next :))

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when the scientist who created the memory wiping serum realized what it was being used for, they went rogue from the corrupt government officials who had stolen their research and worked the rest of their life to find a cure. mc #3 was their assistant, their protege, and when they were caught and killed at the hands of the hitmen sent after them, mc took over their work.

hongjoong has too many people in his life that he could lose at any minute. it comes as part of the job, heading a small underground ring of vigilantes who do their absolute best to expose the corruption of government officials at the highest levels, but after growing close to so many friends, there comes a point where he decides no more. but then he meets the scientist, and then he meets mc, and when the scientist turns up dead he has to take mc in, if only for a while - seonghwa's safe house is full and mc needs a place to work. even after mc finds their own place and leaves, hongjoong is the only one who knows memory-wiped people that are willing to let mc test their serums, so they have to keep in contact. and he tries, he tries so hard to keep it a partnership and nothing more, but when mc doesn't show up to one of their scheduled meetings and hongjoong finds them left for dead on a sidewalk...

that's when he realizes he's a little too far gone to let them go.

(happy ending? sad ending? who knows. use your imagination :))

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mc #4 is an artist with an eidetic memory, invaluable to hongjoong's little band of vigilantes for their ability to remember and draw everything they see down to the tiniest detail. they do spy work for the group, mostly scoping out faces and listening to conversations, but hongjoong tries to keep them away from the action - their hands and memory are too valuable to lose.

wooyoung is a gremlin who somehow knows everything about anyone and anything, selling information to all sides all the while toeing the line between truth and dishonesty except to those for whom he truly cares. hardcore swiftie - if you interrupt him in any of his recitals for any reason he will cut you in half. the only exceptions are for his loved ones, of which one is mc.

which is good, because when mc gets caught one day and their kidnappers break their hands, wooyoung definitely isn't too preoccupied with Taylor to exact a little revenge.

(one exchange between mc and their kidnappers:

kidnappers: good luck drawing us without your hands mc, wheezing: bold of you to assume I can't draw with my feet)

revenge isn't only wooyoung's, by the way. mc managed to escape the kidnappers with two broken hands. they're quite resourceful and quite spiteful. there's a lot that they could do :)

(can you tell by now how much I love this universe?)

[chierafied]

First Sentence Tag Game

Was tagged by the wonderful @siriuslychessi, thank you, darling! 😘

I did this tag game roughly a year ago, so if you want to see the results from then, you can find it here lol

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns.

From newest to oldest, favourite lines are marked in bold.

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1. Pale and beautiful, she lay before him dead and broken. (Unpublished SessKag One Shot WIP, working title ‘Operation Make Dross Cry Vol 2)

2. It was ironic, Kagome thought with wry amusement bubbling through the haze of pain, that in spite of all the close calls, kidnappings, battles and other miscellaneous life-threatening shenanigans she’d stumbled into during all her adventures here in the Feudal era, that this was finally the moment she knew for certain that she would die. (Unpublished SessKag  one shot WIP for the PMO Launch Event. Working Title ‘Seducing Sesshoumaru’)

3. He fought to catch his breath, his nose buried in her hair. (Sometimes Goodbye's the Only Way, Jily)

4. The muffler was wound around her neck, high enough to hide her chin and the hat was pulled low to cover her eyebrows. (Beginnings, Jily)

5. Even though it wasn’t a Japanese holiday, Kagome had always loved Christmas. (The Gingerbread Gaffe, SessKag)

6. Kagome's had it all planned since early November. (A Generous Offer, SessKag)

7. Kagome blinked at the ceiling of her room, her eyelids heavy. (Home Invasion, SessKag)

8. It was the perfect summer’s day in mid-July, sunny and carefree and wild. (Fears and First Kisses, Jily)

9. Trust British weather to ruin everything. (Rain & Roommates, Jily)

10. Pencil scratched against paper. (Cold Weather and Coffee Shops, Jily)

11. Autumn was her favourite season. (Fall Fluff, Jily)

12. She finds him in the darkest time of her life, just when she needs him the most. (Reflections, SessKag)

13. The autumn had slipped into October. (Starry Nights, Jily)

14. After a long day of classes and gruelling homework-filled hours in the library, Lily had looked forward to curling up in her favourite armchair in the Gryffindor Common Room – the lumpy one near the fireplace.  (Sharing Is Caring, Jily)

15. Outside, the wind howled. (Heart and Home, SessKag)

16. The talk show host flashed him a big smile and leaned forward in his chair. (A Happy Accident, Jily)

17. The kids have gone suspiciously quiet (Naps, SessKag)

18. Can we bail out yet (Under The Table, Jily)

19. Theirs was an unlikely match. (The Miko's Yakuza Lover, SessKag)

20. Long shadows sweep the forest floor. (I'll Make A Miko Out Of You, SessKag)

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...Patterns, hm? Well, I tend to start with the female MC most of the time. Or by describing the setting. I also notice my opening sentences tend to be on the short side. And I favour the past tense when writing.

Tagging whoever feels like doing this! Go for it! 😘

[schnitzelbutterfingers]

The Forgotten One (Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)- CHAPTER 3

a/n: first, i wanna wish everyone a happy thanksgiving from my family to yours! please take the time to thank everyone you are so grateful to have in your life, especially god, for letting us live and for all the blessings he gives us. do not take anyone for granted.

next, so sorry for the holdup!! finally, chapter 3 is here! we’ll see what abby feels about the attack, her and ethan conversing, and a surprise ending. read, like, and let me know your reviews! forgive me if there are any spelling mistakes or grammar errors. let me know if you wanna be added to my taglist and as always, enjoy (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

summary:  Louise Ramsey, the mother of the famous, brilliant diagnostician Ethan Ramsey, is back into his life. However, Louise holds many secrets, dangerous secrets, that could harm him, Dr. Abigail ‘Abby’ Chacko (my MC), and the very few lives he actually cares about. It is up to Ethan, Abby, and their friends to save each other from what is about to come.

pairing(s): dr. ethan ramsey x f!mc (dr. abigail ‘abby’ chacko) || dr. sebastian chacko x dolores hudson (YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT)

warning(s): angst, and then it’s pure fluff, and then a surprise ending (you’re gonna die die dieeee :)))

word count: 4289

catch up here :)

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Abby’s POV

When she wakes up it is with a headache, a throat ache and side pain. When she looks more closely at her nose, she sees an oxygen tube through them. When she looks more closely at her surroundings, she realizes she is in a hospital bed.

Lying down. Wearing a sky blue hospital gown. With an IV through her accessory cephalic vein. 

Jumping Jehoshaphat, what happened this time?

Abby spent many times in the hospital during her childhood. Most of them were due to the number of cuts and bruises she got from her father, in which some of them were very serious injuries. One time she was admitted to the hospital because...

No, Abby. Don’t relive through that phase. It’ll wound you more.

There are many types of pain. Many of her pains were physical, but some of her pains were emotional. By far, she can tell the emotional pain is the hardest to get over with.

Sure, she has been cut with a knife, raped by many of her father’s friends, and whipped with a belt. To her it was normal, and she had gotten used to it. To others, the pain is insufferable. 

Heartbreak hurts. Too much. It can rip people from the inside out, and change them. For better or worse.

Her father caused her many heartbreaks. In return, she studies, skipped five grades, graduated from high school when she was 13, and graduated from Hopkins when she was 21. Some might say she took it too far, but she knows it was just what she needed.

What she needed to prove to her father that pain doesn’t break her. 

What she needed to prove to her horrid patients that she is not dumb.

What she needed to prove to the whole world that she is not as young and innocent as everyone thinks she is.

Death, betrayal, and pain were her three companions, with some delectation in between. She cherished those jocund moments.

And she thanked God. Seb. Jazmin. Ethan. Herself. For all the hard work. 

But what happened right now? Why is she in this bed? 

It feels as if she has fallen into a cactus, her heart being punctured by tiny pins and needles. It’s starting at the bottom of her stomach, and it’s slowly growing. 

The anxiety.

The depression.

It feels like some kind of vaccination, where the shot doesn’t really hurt but the aftermath feels disastrous, cataclysmic. It’s leaving her breathless, as if she is running away from a ghost from her past. It is leaving a certain kind of exhaustion on her.

It’s heartbreak. But why? Why does she feel heartbreak? What could have possibly gone wrong-

Everything. Everything is going wrong. Bingo. She knows what is happening. But she can’t even speak the name out loud. It’s petrifying her. Really well.

 Louise Ramsey. 

Ethan’s mother who claimed to come for him and Alan.

Louise Ramsey.

The one who tricked them, including her.

Louise Ramsey. 

The one who stabbed her. The one who she trusted. 

The one who she believed had a change of heart didn’t have a change of heart at all.

She fooled everyone. She’s a liar. She is manipulative. She is every dark sin written across this universe. She is the next generation of Sat-

Wait. Wait a long moment.

Oh no. Oh no no no no no.

How is Abby supposed to tell this to Ethan of all people? How is she supposed to let him know his own mother tried to harm her? 

But she had to.

Moisture is falling from the tip of her index finger, even if the bed sheets feel cool. Sweat is dripping from her forehead, even if the hospital room is air conditioned. An imaginary shock travels through her body. The sharpness of the pain is unequivocal and indisputable that it sends shockwaves through her bloodstream. If it wasn’t for the bed, she would have crumpled to the floor.

She is currently holding the bed frame with a white-knuckled grip.

The young doctor scratched her arm nervously, mindful of the IV, as she let that horrifying memory fly through her.

Louise stabs her in the side, blood spilling to Abby’s legs and on the floor. She couldn’t say anything, words failing to come our of her mouth, every second making it harder to breather. She starts to lose consciousness, hearing the sounds of the patients in the room screaming for security.

Louise whispers into her ear, “The game has begun.” 

The last thing she sees is Louise running towards the exit and nurses coming towards Abby, before her world evades into darkness. 

That’s what happened. That’s why she’s in the hospital bed, feeling like crap.

That’s why she feels heartbreak, of all the emotions she can feel. She has heard of brother cheating on brother and father cheating on his wife. But a mother disowning her own husband and son, but then comes back only for her to clown them? 

That goes all the way back to Rebekah and Jacob in the Old Testament of the Bible, if you ask me.

She is back to the question on how she is supposed to tell Ethan. 

Does he know? If he knows, how does he feel? Does he feel depressed?

She sure hopes not.

When something happens to Abby, he always blamed on himself. Whether it was his fault or not. She reminisces on when Ethan apologized and was filled guilt when he found out about the trial.

Or when he came back from the Amazon. He didn’t really apologize for that, but the regret and remorse lurking beneath his eyes was the only thing she needed to know. To know that he was feeling guilt. Dismay. Lamentation.

Or when he opened up his bottled-up feelings concerning his mother. He said that he wasn’t planning on ‘dragging’ her into his mess. 

Or when she was in that decontamination room. She remembers his words clearly, words that were etched into her heart.

I wished I hadn’t asked you to stay away.

Or now.

If he knows. 

She knows what will happen if Ethan blames himself for this. He will be a different person. He will start becoming cold-hearted to people he cares about. He will push her away. Again.

Because he tends to believe that it is all his fault that accidents happen to the people he cherishes the most. He thinks that he is a curse. A malediction. An imprecation. She remembers the night when they connected for the first time. What he said.

This is The Ethan Ramsey. The man who can save anyone except the people he gives a damn about. Not Dolores. Not Naveen. And not you.

She was torn by what he said. Not because he said he couldn’t save her, but because he couldn’t love himself. 

The young doctor hopes he already knows what happened. Who stabbed her. She couldn’t even bear the thought of seeing his face crumble. The man who was stoic. The man who every one recognized as an imbecile. The man who every single doctor is head-over-heels in love with.

Ethan told her to tell him everything. Everything that makes her angry. Everything that makes her sad. Everything that makes her happy. 

If he doesn’t know what happened, she will tell him. She promised him that.

*Flashback*

It's normal for Abby to have a panic attack. Keeping her inhaler with her was vital for her to go through the day. Especially this week.

It’s been one week after the incident. That incident. That incident that took two innocent lives. Danny and Bobby. It’s all her fault. 

If Danny was alive, him and Sienna would’ve been a couple, loving each other. Now, she sees a Sienna whose eyes are haunted. Grave. Not filled with any giddy or joy. She doesn’t see her smile anymore, the once blushed cheeks with her beautiful grin that shows off her dimples, gone. Lost. Thrown away.

If Bobby was alive, he could’ve bought his daughter the new car. It was what he always wanted to do. Instead of enjoying his time with his daughter in her brand new car, he’s under the cold earth. 

Rafael is now going under therapy, but he also feels less confident from Rafael the paramedic. She misses the way he smiles. He does smile now, but there is no joy beneath his eyes.

And for Abby, she is not okay. She wishes she died. But she knows she couldn’t. There are people rooting for her. Her brother. Her mother. Her friends. Ethan. Ethan.

When she was informed that the gas in her body was maitotoxin and there was no cure, she accepted her fate and was ready to die. She glanced at Ethan, and his expression wasn’t betraying anything. But the eyes held more feelings than ever. They were pleading. They said, “Please don’t give up.”

She then realized that if they can find a cure within one day, she’ll try and survive. If not for me, then for Ethan and all the people I love, she thought.

Abby starts passing through that hallway. That one hallway. That one hallway that changed her life. No, that one room. And then, she passes through that room.

It’s clean, all the seals, the beds inside with new blankets and pillows. But she can’t see any of that. She can only see her, Rafael, Danny, and Bobby in that room. She sees Bobby dying. She sees Danny being taken away. She sees Rafael and herself being unable to breathe. 

Suddenly she runs away. She can’t take it anymore. You stupid, why would you even come back to the hospital when you’re not ready yet? she scolds herself. Because of Farley. Damn it.

Abby is flooded by her own thoughts when she accidentally runs into someone. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I-”

Only to know that someone is the one. 

She hears his baritone voice calling out to her, finding comfort and solace in it. 

“Abby? What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Ethan wipes something off her cheeks, and she realized that she was crying the whole time. She was so lost in her emotions that she didn’t a single drop falling down to her right cheek. 

“I-” The young doctor tries to speak but couldn’t. She can’t breathe.

“Rookie!” Ethan quickly drags her to the nearest supply closet. He asks her where her inhaler is. 

“Left... pocket...”

He hastily grabs and places it into her mouth. 

“Deep breaths, rookie. Deep breaths.”

She does as she is asked and takes deep breaths. After a few long moments, her breathing level starts to go normal. 

“Rookie, you weren’t ready for your first day back, were you?”

Abby starts to argue. “Of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you panic attack right now seems to prove otherwise.”

She sighs. He’s right. She wasn’t even ready to set foot into the hospital. The only reason she did was because of Farley’s rash, and she thought it was life threatening.

Ethan sighs, breaking her from her thoughts.

“Go home, Abby, you’ve had a long day.”

Abby is about to snipe back when he stops her by raising his hand.

“On second thought, I’ll take you to my house. We’re gonna take a day off.”

“But Ethan, we both have patients-”

“Who will be taken care of by the other doctors in this hospital. If you think I’ll be leaving you anytime soon, you’re wrong.”

Hearing his words makes Abby feel lighthearted. She is stubborn just like him, but he’ll always be there for her.

After getting a confirmation and a wink from Naveen, they are in the car. It’s 1:00 P.M., and Abby sees couples sitting on the chairs in the outside booths of a restaurant, smiling, one couple holding hands. She dreams of these moments with Ethan, but their relationship is still uncertain.

The car stops at a red light, and she turns around to look at Ethan, who is lost in thought.

“Ethan, are you alright?” she asks him, concerned.

The mature doctor cracks a dry smile towards her. “I should be asking you that.”

“Ethan...”

“Abby... are you having suicidal thoughts?”

Abby was astounded by his question.

“Ethan! Why would you think that?”

“I’m just asking. If you ever feel that, come talk to me immediately. I can’t...”

It hit her on what Ethan was thinking about. He doesn’t want her to leave. As much as the question made her a little frustrated, she couldn’t help but think about what he was feeling throughout the whole ordeal n the decontamination room.

Abby takes a deep breath. “Ethan, I’m not suicidal. I never have been. I was just uncomfortable, that’s all.”

Ethan looks at her deeply into her eyes. She can literally feel him searching for any lies at her statement, his body relaxing when he didn’t find any. 

When he stops the car, she realizes that they’re here. Before Abby can take off her seatbelt, Ethan’s hand on hers stops her from doing anything. She looks up with a questioning expression.

Ethan speaks in a very stern but concerned way. “If you ever have anything irritating or frustrating you-” he kisses her on the forehead.

“Anything that brings you pain-” He kisses her on the nose, making her scrunch it.

“Anything at all, that makes you want to cry out-” He kisses her on both cheeks. 

“You come and tell me. Promise me” He finally kisses her on the lips.

As the final words come out from Ethan’s lips, she wonders about how she is so lucky to have him. Tears were burning in the back of her eyes, but this time, they were tears of gratefulness. To Ethan. For being her best friend. She cracks a smile.

“I promise.”

*Back to present*

“Hello? Ma’am? Doctor?” she is interrupted from her thoughts by a male nurse. When she checks his tag, his name is Caspian Chapman, and he has a light British accent. She hasn’t seen him before. Abby suddenly feels embarrassed. Who knows how many times, he called her like that.

“Hi, I am so sorry,” she says shyly. “I was lost in thought. Were you speaking to me this whole time?”

Caspian gives her a wide smile. “Nope! I just came in! My name is Caspian, and I will be your nurse! I am new here so...” he trails off.

The young resident laughs, despite the pain on her left side. “Haha, don’t worry! I’m not one of those Karens! Now tell me, how long will I be staying here?”

“From the stab wound you received, you will probably be admitted here for a week.”

Abby inwardly groans, wanting to just go home. Of course this would happen. Even if she’s disappointed by the news, she knows that it is vital for her to recover.

“So, did the stab wound affect my liver or...” she winces at her left side.

Caspian sighs. “You are correct. They brought you to surgery quickly, or who knows what would have happened.”

“Wait, how did you know I’m a doctor?” 

Caspian smiles again. “Are you kidding me? You are Dr. Ethan Ramsey’s protege and in the diagnostics team! Not only that, you helped him save Dr. Naveen Banerji! You are also popular on Instagram. Anyone would kill to be in a spot and reputation like you.”

Her cheeks grow red. 

“I suppose so...” she trails off. 

The new male nurse speaks. “Anyways, I should let Dr. Ramsey, Dr. Banerji, and your family know that you are awake! They will be at relief.”

Wait, what? Ethan is here? Naveen is here? My family is here? They must’ve found out the harsh truth. 

As Caspian turns to leave, Abby stops him. The nurse turns around.

“Yes? Is something the matter?”

“I just wanted to know if they knew who stabbed me.”

Caspian grimaces. “Yes, they are well aware. Do you not wish to speak to them?”

Oh no. Ethan knows. What will she do? Should she call in her family first? No Abby, he'll think that I’m mad at him! She inwardly slaps herself.

Okay, Abby, deep breaths.  She took a deep breath, held it for three seconds, and exhaled. 

“Can you do me a favor and call in Eth- Dr. Ramsey first?”

“I will,” he replies back.

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Ethan’s POV

He is terrified. Terrified to go and see her. Terrified to talk to her. But he has to. He has to let her know he loves her. He has to let her know that he can’t live without her. He feels a hand on his shoulder. Seb.

“Ethan, buddy, remember what I said. Tell her you love her. Make yourself happy. Make her happy. And she will never blame you for anything that happened. She’s a very reasonable girl.”

He looks into Seb’s eyes, and sees that there is something he didn’t tell him. Some kind of sadness, but there is happiness mixed in. He will find out later.

The older doctor turns around and sees the support written in their faces. Seb. Jazmin. Naveen. They are smiling broadly.

Naveen claps him on his back. “Now go get your woman, Ethan.”

Ethan smiles back. “Thank you, guys.”

He took a deep breath and opened the doors.

There she is. Abby. At once, she turned her head around, and at once,  dusky brown met ocean blue. She looks tired, her body a little weak, but she still gives him a wide smile that sends his heart swooping forward. Oh, he has it bad. 

“Ethan. Hey.” Abby welcomes him and pats at a seat on her bed. He, however, was hesitant to do so.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you...”

She rolls her eyes. “Ethan, I was stabbed, not hit by a truck. Now, be a good boy and sit on the bed.”

He does as he is asked, sitting on the edge, eyes never leaving hers. “How do you feel?”

“My side’s kinda sore, but I’ll survive... How are you?” she asks hesitantly.

“W-What do you mean?” he stutters. Ethan Ramsey never stutters.

“...I know who the perpetrator is, Ethan.” So she does know.

Before Ethan can say anything, Abby replies. “I know you are blaming yourself for what your mother did. But I will say it again and again until it gets through that smart head of yours. It’s not your fault, do you hear me?”

His eyes are shining with tears, his heart all the way up to his throat.

“Abby... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He blinks, and a droplet fails to stay in his eyes, escaping from the confinement.

The young resident suddenly sits up, wincing a little at the abrupt movement. Her eyes are full of alarm.  “Ethan, c'mere.”

And he does. He hugs her tight, mindful of her side, his nose nuzzling his neck. Abby wraps her arms around him and strokes his hair. The motion gives him a sense of peace. His eyes drop a few more tears. I will tell her.

“Abby, I love you.” She tenses. Before she says anything, he cuts her off. 

“No, Abby, please listen to me. I’ve loved you since the first day you’ve stepped foot into this hospital. I love how you’re always a colossal pain in my ass. I love how your eyes sparkle every time you hear good news. I love how your dimples pop up when you smile. I love how you bite your lip when you think about something. I love everything about you. Your courage. Your admiration. Your passion. I love you body. I love you face. And i now know, that I never want to let you go again.”

When Ethan pulls back and cups her face, he can see the tears glistening, failing to hold still and dropping down onto her cheeks. She half-sobs and half-laughs.

“Ethan, I love you, too.” And that is all he needs to hear.

He kisses her cold lips gently and pulls back, finding his sense of relief. She, in return, kisses his forehead. He promises to himself one thing: he’ll never let her go again.

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Seb’s POV

Seeing them crying of happiness makes him smile, his heart feeling elevated with joy. They deserve this joy. They both’ve been through a lot lately, and confessing their love for each other was their first step towards recovery.

“Psst! Seb!” Amma. Behind her is Naveen.

“How is it going there?”

The surgeon smiles triumphantly. “Our plan worked.”

Quiet cheers came out of their mouths. 

“Finally!” Naveen sighs. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for months. Ethan’s too damn stubborn for his own good.”

Seb laughs quietly. “That he is.”

Amma scratches his wool sweater. He just realized the feeling of itch on his skin because of the wool. And he can’t wait to take it off. But they won’t be leaving Abby’s room for the next two days. Not him, at least.

“Will it be alright if we go in and interrupt them?” Amma asks hesitantly. “I have an urge to hug my daughter after the incident.’

“I am sure that will be alright.”

Amma knocks the door. After hearing an acknowledgment, all three of them walked in. 

“Hi Ethan, is it alright if I hug my daughter? I do not mean to waste any of your-”

Ethan looks at her incredulously. “Why would you ask me if you want to hug your own daughter? I don’t mind at all.”

The famous doctor looks at Seb with a questioning look, who shrugs.

Mother rushes forward and hugs Abby carefully, sobbing as she kisses al of her face. The resident sighs.

“Amma, look at me.” Abby forces Jazmin’s face to her. “I. Am. Fine.”

“Sorry, Ladoo, your mother was just very worried when we got the call. I won’t try to cry, alright?”

The Chacko smiles easily. “now that’s what I wanted to hear from you. My Amma is strong.”

Abby sighs and looks at Seb and Naveen, smiling cheerily. “Who’s next in line for cuddles?”

Seb comes forward, finally at ease when he kisses her forehead gently. He hugs her as tight as he can, the injury preventing him for hugging her more. 

“Please, for the love of Pete, please never scare us like that again.”

She laughs lightly and cuddles closer to him. “I’ll try not to.”

Seb looks up and sees Ethan with a light smile on his face. He finally feels light, free.

He then hears Jazmin’s stomach grumble lightly. Abby laughs hearing this. “Why did you guys not eat? All of you need to get food. Now.”

“I’m not gonna leave you this time around,” he replies. 

Seb’s sister groans. “I knew you would say that.”

The surgeon has an idea. “How about I get all of us some burgers from a nearby restaurant? Since I doubt Ethan’s gonna like what he gets from the cafeteria.”

The famous attending shrugs and then grins easily. “You know me so well.”

“Only for you.”

Abby is on a strict water diet for two days, so he considers buying a cup of chocolate pudding for her. As he leaves the room, he sees Naveen hugging Abby, which brought some emotions to the Chacko. Naveen is like the father he never had before.

Seb is really joyous and filled with triumph at the love confessions between Abby and Ethan. He only wishes it could happen to him.

But it can’t. Because he lost the love of his life last year. Due to a seizure. While she was giving birth. All of their promises. All of their hopes and dreams. Gone. Forever 

I miss her... I miss her a lot.

Suddenly, he hears a whistle. A familiar whistle. It sounds like her. 

When she was alive, they used to whistle a lot. it was a form of their communication. The whistle that heard now was a way of saying, “Turn around.”

No, Seb, he thinks. You’re just letting yourself get too emotional. Stop hallucinating.

But then he hears it again. And it’s behind him. A little far away from him. 

He’s afraid to turn around. He can’t move. 

He forces himself to turn around, like the whistle had told him to.

And then he sees her. He sees her. He actually sees her.

No way, it can’t be... Suddenly, Seb speaks.

“...Dolores? Is that really you?”

She smiles. That smile. He missed that damn smile. Her face and hands are covered with small bruises.

And she talks. “Yeah, Seb. It’s me. Dolores Hudson. I’m alive. I really am.”

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Mystery Man’s POV

I give Louise some cash that she was looking forward to. 

“Great, thanks!” she says with a smile.

“Anything for my wife,” I reply, with an emphasis on the word ‘wife’.

She rolls her eyes. “Ugh, don’t call me that. I married you to destroy them, not to love you. Now where’s that manicure you promised?”

Louise is annoying as hell. Sometimes I wonder how her former husband Alan dealt with her. What a man, I think. 

She gives me a mischievous grin. “Now give me a kiss.”

I groan, and I quickly give her a kiss, not wanting it to last for long.

Then, I feel a vibration in my pocket. It’s my phone. I pick it up.

It’s one of my guards. And I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I bark him an order. Blood rushes through my veins, and for the first time in a long time, I feel fear.

I hang up the phone and look at Louise, whose eyes held confusion. I decide to answer her questioning glance.

“Missing captive alert. Dolores Hudson has escaped.”

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a/n 2: hope you liked that ending!

a/n 3: i know dolores died of a seizure while under an emergency c-section, but in this au, i refuse to believe so :)

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Stuck with you (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

A/N: Hello, hello, hello! How are we, guys? Alive and kicking? Getting enough sleep? Drinking water? (also tea, tea is awesome, 11/10). It’s been (again) a while since I’ve posted anything on here, huh. I’m working on another fic as we speak (summer theme cause summer is ending and I’m not ready for it), so we’ll see how it goes :D

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26013712

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Enjoy! <3

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Claire noted with an overwhelming sense of relief that as the end of her shift approached, the intensity of the day decreased significantly. What used to be a fast-paced march in the early hours of the morning, was now a slower stroll. It was mostly due to the fact that all her patients were stable, and her pager miraculously wasn’t going off every five seconds like it tended to do almost every day of her life at Edenbrook.

Her contemplation was cut short when she felt insistent tugging on her white coat. She moved her eyes towards the source of the movement, being only half surprised when she saw a seven-year-old girl, smiling widely at her.

“Dr. Claire! The nurse came to take my blood, to see if it was good and she gave me a high-five.”

“I’m sure you were so brave.” a smile blossomed on her face as she kneeled down to be on the same eye level as her little patient.

“I was! Can I have a lollipop now? I didn’t even cry or anything, it was just like you said, barely a pinch and it was over.” The girl asked, thinking back to the conversation they had that morning. It wasn’t even something that Claire did only for this patient, not a one-time event.

It has become a sort of a legend among younger patients and nurses, that she always had a bunch of sweets in her pockets, giving them out to the kids on occasions. Mostly because of it, along with how good she was with young people, she was a liked doctor that was invited into all the tea parties and book readings organized by kids, with a bit of help from the nurses.

“As promised, here it is.” Her hand disappeared into the pocket and emerged with a pink and white lollipop in a colorful wrapper.

“Thanks, Dr. Claire! You’re the best.”

“Don’t run while eating it, we don’t want you to get hurt, okay?” she warned her before standing up. The girl was already running away, though, waving the candy in the air in excitement.

“Sure thing, doc, have a nice day!”

Claire shook her head in amusement, straightening the creases on her coat as she turned away to walk towards the ER. She was stopped short in her tracks, however, by the sight of an eyebrow raised so high up that it might as well have flown off his face altogether, accompanied by a curious gaze of Ethan Ramsey. His arms were folded across his chest, his posture meant to intimidate.

“You’re a doctor, Herondale. Giving away sweets in a hospital? That’s promoting diabetes.” He pointed out, waiting for her to explain her behavior. She imagined that a comment like that had the potential to make some interns cry; hell, even less resistant to pressure residents tended to avoid confrontation with him if they could help it. But Claire? Hell no.

“It’s a little reward for being brave. I can attest that it works, they are much more likely to go through their procedures- “

“- and not be scared. Good call, Rookie, even though I still think you’re spreading diabetes in the hospital.” Ethan smiled, breaking the act of trying to reprimand her. Instead, he took a small step towards her, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. Her eyes sparkled teasingly, holding his gaze in a tight lock with her own as she decreased the distance between them even more.

“The only diabetes you’re going to get is from me being so sweet.” Claire’s voice dropped to a gentle whisper the more she talked, then she slowly stood on the tips of her toes to kiss his cheek. The corners of his lips went up, forming a smile, partly concealed by her hair. Before anything else could be said or done, the sound of a phone ringing caused them to, albeit reluctantly, step away from each other slightly.

“As much as I would love to continue this conversation, I should get going. Us Herondales really do hate waiting, you know.” She grinned, beginning to walk away from him.

“Yeah, I think I do. I wish I could go with you.”

“I know you do, Ethan. Maybe next time? Actually, definitely next time; I don’t think my Mom will let you skip the next family lunch, no matter how much important work you have.” He laughed, shaking his head as he watched her retreating form.

“See you this evening?”

“You can count on it, Ramsey.”

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It was slowly getting dark when he got home, and by the time he got round to cooking dinner, the sun has already set. He didn’t think much about the lack of contact with her; he knew how those family meetings went, so if he had to guess, Will most likely kidnapped her phone.

The ringing startled him a little, but still, nothing seemed wrong, hence why he walked towards the sound calmly. Claire’s name flashed on the screen, pulling a smile onto his face.

“Right on cue, Dr. Herondale. Dinner is almost ready, will you be home soon?” he asked, leaning against the back of the couch. There was a short moment of silence before she spoke, her voice just a little on edge.

“I don’t want you to freak out, but I got shot.”

“What?”

It was good that he had something to fall onto, because the initial reaction of his body caused his knees to go weak. He should have known that something wasn’t right, but never would he have thought that while she was supposed to be with her family, she would get hurt.

“It’s nothing, really, a clean in and out wound, I’m already having it treated.” Claire’s voice was steady, nothing indicating any unbearable pain, but then again, he didn’t know what exactly happened, so she might as well have been trying to calm him down.

“Where are you?” he asked, already running to the kitchen to turn the burners off, grabbing his car keys along the way.

“Edenbrook, but as I said-“

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” He cut her off, walking out of the apartment in rush.

It’s funny how fluid the time is. The more one is anticipating something, the slower it goes by. Consequently, the more one is dreading something, the more it rushes forward. Ethan was experiencing something entirely different. The whole ride to the hospital felt like it lasted two eternities, and yet he couldn’t remember a thing from that time, like it happened in a split second.

His feet carried him forward, recklessly running through the maze of corridors, ignoring stares he was getting from his coworkers. Any logical thought has evaporated, leaving only blinding panic, unprompted by her way of speaking, but pushed forward by what she said.

Danny didn’t even question his disheveled state when he asked for the room number, knowing better than to stand in his way. His muscles screamed, more tired than after any other exercise, but the fear of the unknown was pushing him towards her. He opened the door, only to see Claire sitting on the bed, discomfort clear on her face. Not pain, not distress. Discomfort.

Because in front of her bed were two people, sitting in a pair of chairs. The room was filled with crying of a little boy, shaking in his mother’s arms. He was muttering something incoherently; Ethan wasn’t able to figure out what exactly the kid was saying. Meanwhile, Claire was trying her best to calm the boy down, her hands trembling in frustration that she was stuck in bed.

Ethan expected everything. Literally anything but this. Because how the hell could he have predicted that he would find Claire, shot and panicking because her nephew was crying. The woman sitting on the chair, Claire’s sister in law, Louise, made eye contact with him, her face twisted in a mixture of helplessness and horror, not communicating a lot to him about what had happened.

Then he turned towards Claire, his eyes running over her, searching for the wound or any additional injuries. Her calf was bandaged and resting on top of the covers, but other than that, she seemed fine. Her head moved slightly, signalizing that she was indeed okay, after which she nodded towards her nephew giving him a clue.

How the hell did an eight-year-old boy shoot his aunt?

Ethan ran a hand over his face, breathing in deeply. With no idea how to even begin the conversation, he looked at Louise. She sighed, then started explaining.

“Our genius uncle decided that Toby was old enough to try shooting an air gun. He tried to aim towards the target, but it fired early by accident.” She took a break to look at her son, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. “It just so happened that Claire was in the bullet’s way.”

“But I’m okay.” Claire rushed to reassure them, smiling softly at Toby. He started crying again, hiding his face in his mother’s sweater. Ethan sensed what she meant, walking over to the little boy and kneeling by his side.

“How are you doing, little man?” he asked, trying to test the waters before saying anything else. Toby didn’t respond, but he did turn his head to look at Ethan, his eyes red from crying.

“I- I hurt aunt Claire.” He muttered before another batch of tears gathered in his eyes. The older doctor extended his hand towards him, patting him on the shoulder comfortingly.

“I can assure you that your aunt is going to be okay. I saw her leg, it’s going to heal before you know it, yeah?” he caught Toby’s gaze, seeing him already feeling a bit better. “Let me tell you a secret. When she feels better, give her a big hug. It always works.”

“Hugs won’t always get you out of trouble, Ramsey.” The blonde doctor warned, grinning from ear to ear in a teasing manner. He schooled his features when he looked at her, then dropped the act and smirked, mischief spelled across his face as he took a step towards her.

“Ethan, no.” she warned him, her eyes growing wide. He took another step. “No.” She moved back into her bed, scooting away from him. Before she could give him another warning, he reached her and dug his fingers into her sides, tickling her mercilessly until she laughed. Claire tried to slap his hands away, to no avail, but the torture didn’t last long. Soon enough, he wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her in his warm embrace.

“Am I forgiven?” his lips brushed against her ear as he muttered the question. She took a moment, keeping him on his toes, giggling when he leaned away to look at her in consternation.

“For now, you are. We’ll see later, Mister.”

Their little game seemed to do the trick; Toby calmed down, and by the time Louise took him home, he was smiling. The door closed behind them, leaving Ethan with Claire. Visiting hours were long over, but there was not a one person that came to kick him out, courtesy of them both being doctors. He remained seated in the chair next to her bed, holding onto her hand as they talked.

“Shouldn’t you go home and rest? You have a shift in the morning.” She muttered, tracing his knuckles with her thumb.

“No, I don’t. Naveen let me stay with you, make sure you don’t injure your leg further. No walking, no running, only being carried.” He grinned, leaning towards her a bit, dropping his voice to a low whisper. “I’m your very own, private taxi.”

She laughed, pulling him onto the bed by his hand. “Okay then, since you’re not going home, you’re sleeping with me.” his eyebrow shot up in a teasing manner, opening his mouth to protest, but she was faster than him. “Yes, you are forgiven, and no, I won’t take no for an answer, Ramsey. Get in here.”

Sighing heavily, he removed his shoes and sat next to her, mindful of her injured leg. He looked at the wound for a long moment, being stopped by Claire pulling him to lie down. “I’m never leaving you again when guns are involved.” He pressed his lips against her forehead, muttering the words quietly.

“Only when guns are involved?” she joked, embracing him a bit tighter. Rather than seeing, she felt him laugh.

“Okay, you just scored yourself a lifetime of being stuck with me. Is that what you wanted, Herondale?” their eyes met, sparkling with humor and love. Stretching herself to her best ability, she pressed a short, sweet kiss to his chin before falling back into his arms.

“Give me the ‘brave patient’ candy and it’s a deal”

They remained in that position for quite some time, conversing silently, his hand running up and down her leg in a soothing motion. A short while after he turned the lights off so they could get some rest, she gave him a more serious answer, her words muffled by the fabric of his shirt. “I’m perfectly fine with being stuck with you.”

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Do any of the ROs have scars? If so, how would they react if MC liked to kiss/touch them?

Pariah: Pariah has numerous scars, including a particularly bad scar across their stomach. Their occupation tends to produce them quite easily. They'd be very jumpy about MC kissing or touching them, and it would probably take some reassuring before they finally eased up enough to remain relaxed while MC did it.

Vasilisia: Vasilisia has one scar on her shoulder that was the result of a gunshot wound she earned on her first case. If the MC kissed or touched it, she'd be really touched by the gesture; the scar has painful memories, but maybe the MC can override those with new ones.

Operator: Given that he rarely leaves his home, the only scars Operator has are from his own accidents involving electrical equipment or paper. If an MC kissed or touched them he'd probably start laughing, mostly because he's horrendously ticklish, but then he'd insist that MC at least give him a verbal warning before doing it.

Dreamwalker: Dreamwalker has one particularly bad scar on his neck that came from a confrontation with another powered individual over a debt to Ovo. It was one of the first jobs he took on, and he loathes to discuss it because he feels it was a shameful moment. Kissing or touching his neck already is a huge no-go for him, so if an MC were to do it he'd probably force them back. It would take an enormous amount of persuasion to get him relaxed enough to allow that kind of intimacy.

Sysba: Sysba tends to erase any scars on their body almost immediately because they loathe physical flaws, so the MC won't have much content to work with! Hypothetically, though, they'd probably try to make any intimate gestures like kissing or touching their flaws as less deep, as to avoid that emotional component

Suha: Suha only has smaller scars, as she tends to be quite efficient in combat. If an MC was to kiss or touch them, she'd be pretty confused (after all, why are you kissing THAT when there are so many other better places?)