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Sebastian Michaelis

on a normal day, he’s gonna be cool as a cucumber

seriously

it would have to be an absolutely A W F U L day for him to even raise his voice at you, much less his hand

but today was one of the aforementioned days about ten times over

you had dropped by the Phantomhive manor to aid your family

your initial time spent with him was limited 

you had to crack down and get to business with ciel

seriously, the two of you were notorious for being thrown together to solve cases

but that wasn’t what bothered sebastian

he was normally able to handle you working 

but it just seemed like everyone was trying to get on his nerves today

mey-rin broke a good portion of the manor china, managed to flood the laundering area, and was seemingly even more inept at cleaning 

finnian poisoned a large portion of the garden and seasonal flowers with one go, proceeded to call for sebastian to fix it, and then destroyed not only another portion of the garden but also the shed in which they kept all of the required tools needed

and bardroy burnt the kitchen. again. for the fifth time today. 

this isn’t even accounting for the multitude of times in which grell came by to crash the manor and their endeavors to uncover any evidence

bringing along the other reapers

and the times that day in which they had completed work to present to you with the undertaker in which sebastian needed to attempt multiple times to get him to laugh

it was, overall, a stressful day

and he really wanted to relax with you 

given ciel’s discretion, of course, but he knew you were a reasonable person and patience was something that you had in spades when it came to sebastian and his work

he would be able to do that later that night, though

you specifically requested have sebastian stay with you once the busyness at the manor slowed

and, after a few hours that felt like a good few weeks to sebastian passed, you were able to 

you were trying to relax by candlelight and admire the images that were present on the walls surrounding you 

sebastian was trying to put ciel to bed and make sure that the rest of the servants were asleep

“young master, is there anything else you require of me before you rest for the night?”

“i think that will be all, sebastian. possibly if you could review any documents that may need reviewing with y/n, though. that would be great.”

“or course, young master. rest well.”

he met up with you not long after putting ciel to bed, and as you were roaming, he was trying to remain calm.

this never usually happened. 

he usually had everything under control.

he usually had his head upright and logic straight.

but tonight, for once, he wanted to - needed to - relax

sadly, while he couldn’t really relax, he at least was with you

well, he thought he was

until you caught wind of an event occurring in your own manor

and you were reccommended to leave within the coming few hours

that was the last straw for sebastian.

“darling, i normally attempt to allow you to attend to your own events and needs, but i only wish to request that you stay here for the moment.”

“sebastian, i’m quite sorry, but this is important. i must attend to it quickly. i promise you that it won’t take long, not in the slightest.”

“darling, if i may-”

“sebastian, i’m so, terribly, sorry-”

“darling-”

“i must be on my way-”

“no. it was said that you could leave come the morning.”

“i’m quite worried, though-”

“darling, i must ask you to stay calm and relax here for the night.”

“but business calls-”

“ignore it. i’ve had quite the stressful day, and all i request is that i do not be denied time spent alone with the one human i can tolerate.”

he only slightly raised his voice then, yet you were still chilled.

not enough to back down, though

“sebastian, please-”

“y/n, dear. you are staying here for the night.”

“no, i must go-”

you stood up, rushing to reach your room for the night

sebastian regarded your leave, grabbing your arm

“please, sebastian-”

“no, darling-”

“i quite clearly said. NO.”

“sebastian-”

his fists were clenching, something you failed to see, but nonetheless

“please, darling-”

“i must leave-”

he pulled you by your arm and quickly, oh so quickly 

he raised his other hand

it wasn’t by much, not by much at all

but it was so sudden, so shocking, and so uncharacteristic of him 

it left you shaken

you stared at his gloved hand, mouth agape

memories came back to you, almost tenfold 

some of your past with your adoptive parents

some of your past with your biological and deceased parents

some of the orphanage owners that you lived with

a gloved hand, to you, was something that often terrified you

and, in that moment, sebastian was no longer sebastian

he was your father, your adoptive mother, and your previous caretaker all at once

hand raised, brow furrowed, and eyes wide

the sight was bloodcurdling to you 

tears clouded your vision and you backed away, resorting to running from the current room you were in and locking the door

sebastian had lowered his hand upon seeing your facial expression

but, despite him trying to process what had just occurred and the emotion that came with it, he was only trying to configure the aftermath

he knew you had locked the door, really

and though he had the key to enter if need be, he left you alone.

he wouldn’t want you to be so awfully scared that you would fear for your wellbeing after this point

he would approach you after you have settled what you need

you would be returning to the manor after everything has been worked out, and he’d ask tanaka to lead you to your carriage

of course, while advising ciel of his actions and your dilemma 

so, in that time, he would have to process the regret

the true, honest regret

and come to terms with what had happened as well as what he is to say and do to fix the situation as best as he could

and so, come the next day, he was alreayd prepared

ciel had been the one to greet you, and tanaka was the one who led you into the manor at you next visit

and while you saw sebastian, you were still hesitant to talk to him

you knew that he meant no real harm towards you, that it simply was a spurred reaction

but that didn’t make it much better at all. 

ciel had been the one to chew out the servants for screwing things up so awfully that day, so they really straightened out and quick

so they had been on their best behavior for the time that you were away, and still had been

sebastian had been given a break, and tanaka had been temporarily appointed the caretaker for the phantomhive child

ciel really, truly saw you as someone to respect, so he made sure that you would be fine and that sebastian felt guilt for it

it wasn’t until nightfall came that you talked to sebastian

it took some time to muster the energy to do it, but it was done nonetheless

he had approached you and held out a hand, which you obliged

he gave it a light kiss, meant to signify a simple apology

you knew how formal he could be, and he never really did this after an event such as the one that recently occurred unless he was instructed to find information

so this was slightly shocking, but it calmed you down. 

“darling, i do apologize for my atrocious behavior during the last time we were alone.”

“no, no - you did it as an impulse reaction, nothing more. you wouldn’t hurt me.”

he chuckled just the slightest at that statement, but guided you to a nearby seat. 

a candle was lit on a shelf not far away from said seat, and it smelled faintly of (favorite/scent).

it was an apology silently accepted as you sat beside the tall man and shared a conversation. 

the following times that he was bothered, he made sure to avoid letting any anger reach him as best as he could 

(that, or he took it out on grelle if she just so happened to be in the vicinity of wherever he happened to be) 

(sometimes, he even ended up beating the red-headed reaper in front of you)

(ciel would always scowl, you’d always giggle a little. it was funny, so-)

Undertaker

this guy. 

okay. 

with undertaker, i don’t think he would raise his hand unless something positively huge was compromised. 

he can get serious, yes.

it can get intimidating, yes.

but the thing is...he isn’t particularly violent unless pushed so far that that’s the only course of action. 

(dude’s an xntp of some kind, logic and ideas are way higher than kicking and fighting when things go wrong)

that said, i think this would have to do with him planning his resurrection idea 

that, and/or putting it into action. 

specifically during book of atlantic, or right before.

it would probably be during the planning stage, and i have a feeling that work would manage to get to him

he is a reaper, and he does have emotions, so it isn’t like he wouldn’t be even a little stressed about this. 

that, and he needs someone to help put that plan into action. 

he didn’t manage to reach his partner, and you?

yeah, you were completely and totally unaware of his plan, much less aware of his whole idea. 

you only knew that he was doing something, and you assumed it to be his normal work. 

he was busy, as always.

but, you knew that he also needed a break from time to time. 

again, he’s a reaper - he needs to function like a normal human to do acts that a human is almost completely unable to do.

so, using what was available, you made him a snack.

it wasn’t much, no. not much at all, but it was something. 

you had a plate in hand, taking it to a door to the undertaker’s office

knocking gently, you heard his voice ring. 

“who could possibly be knocking on my study door?”

you laughed, shaking your head and setting the plate you held on the ground. 

“tis merely a burglar, darling. they happened to drop a snack by for you, as well.”

“ha ha! well, i appreciate the burglar’s efforts!”

and this followed as habit for days

which then turned to weeks

which then turned to months

which caused you to get a little pissed. 

your partner wasn’t responding to your efforts, he wasn’t even opening the door in front of you. 

if this was just a portion of his normal job, then why is he being so secretive? 

so, tired and annoyed, you did what you would normally do. 

bring him food 

(again, still a reaper.) 

and instead of just dropping it by the door like usual, you knocked and stood there

“whoever may be here at this hour?”

“yet again, a burglar, darling. i do think we need to focus more on our security.”

“ah, and may they perchance have food readied?”

“why, yes they do. they do wish that their target would meet them to flaunt their loot.”

silence. 

you knew it would happen. 

he doesn’t respond to this well, but you usually calm him down. 

this? totally different story.

“well, my apologies dear burglar, but i’m unable to do so. would you please leave the plate beside my door and i’ll provide a gift of thanks tomorrow?”

you breathed in deep, knocking again. 

you heard the old wooden chair that he kept in his study move when you didn’t reply. 

some footsteps echoed as best as they could, but that was it. 

until the lock became undone. 

the door didn’t open, no, but the lock became undone

so, angry and worried, you stormed inside

“undertaker, darling, take a break.”

he cleared his throat and sat still enough

still enough to warrant some fear

“please, you need to rest and i’m sure that this endeavor of yours can wait.”

slowly, slowly, oh so slowly he stood

and finally looked at you

you remembered seeing his eyes before, but now?

there was a fire in them that scared you senseless

“darling, if i may, i’m quite busy-”

“and you’re failing to care for your health. you never seem to listen when i have to remind you-”

“now-”

“-that you can’t thrive off of what is essentially spite and drive-”

“(y/n), my dear-”

two steps closer. 

“-simply because you wish to. may i remind you-”

“darling, i might advise you to calm down-”

“-you are not a demon nor one of those damned creatures referred to as angels, you are simply a-”

“darling...”

another two steps

“-reaper. you are a reaper, and you need rest just as much as the rest of us humans do, so-”

“(y/n), there is a fine line here...”

“-not just for my sake, but for yours, take. a break.”

“i cannot!”

for the first time in a long time, he raised his voice to you. 

“this is business that you are not to be associated with, and it requires my utmost attention.”

his voice boomed through the walls

“with your ‘care’, i seem to be getting less work done by the second.”

he stepped closer with every word he uttered

“so, if i may say, you are being quite obnoxious-”

“i’m only trying to assure your health, reaper or not-”

“ENOUGH!”

his hand came up quickly

you flinched back just as he did so, terror overtaking you

you gulped as you stepped back, setting the food on a table nearby the exit of the study

silence rang louder than he ever did in that moment

tension rose, very obviously so

“alright then. i’ll be out of your way if that’s what you think.”

you pushed your chest up, raised your head, and proceeded to turn your back to him

“i’ll be leaving then.”

and you left

he sighed, sulking hsi way back to his seat

he was staring through his fingers at the copious amounts of work present on his desk

shame was everything he could comprehend.

you, on the other hand, took to roaming the town.

waving to the townsfolk that you knew and vice versa, sharing slight conversation with those that you could say you were friendly with 

you even ran into grell when walking past the nearby church 

“ah, hello, (y/n) my dear!”

“hello, grell.”

she noticed your attitude as soon as you spoke.

nothing could slip past her

“what happened, dear? do you wish to talk about it?”

you shook your head

“i’d prefer if we just took a stroll around. i need to clear my mind.”

so you did.

small talk was exchanged, and she told you of her issues in the workplace

stories about how overtime was exhausting, complaining about being ridiculed for the event with madam red by will, even about how people in the office were outright insufferable

it got a slight laugh out of you

even when she would bring up her advances towards the phantomhive butler, you listened and let her talk

it was relaxing, but you couldn’t help but feel a little dejected still

your partner just raised his hand to you even though you were trying to make sure that his health wasn’t suffering

yes, you were being a tad bit obnoxious, but it wasn’t out of malice

it was merely worry for him

the night fell not long after, and being courteous, grell walked you home

“rest well, darling! i shall see you again soon!”

you smiled slightly, “of course, grell. i wish the same to you. good night.”

and you slowly walked into the undertaker’s shop, trudging to the small flat that you both lived in hesitantly

when you entered, undertaker was located in the kitchen area staring at a cup of tea in his hand

creaking was heard upon your entry, and his head darted up to face you

you sniffed, turned away, and went to hang your coat 

“may i inquire what it is you need, undertaker?”

he cleared his throat, and though you couldn’t see it, directed his gaze to the warm liquid in front of him

“i apologize for my actions earlier.”

you sighed, turning back to him and waiting patiently.

“it was impulse, particularly one that i’m not fond of. you were simply making sure that i was well taken care of, and i took it for granted.”

“mmm. alright then.”

approaching him, you brushed a stray hair from his shoulder

“i accept your apology, though i will say that i do not apologize for my intent. i apologize for my persistence, though - it was quite rude for me to barge in on your work.”

a simple little moment was shared in silence in that moment

he sipped his tea, you stood by and made dinner for the both of you

“do you wish to work again tonight, my dear?”

“not quite. rather, i’d wish to relax with a good book.”

you gently smiled, nodding and reaching for silverware and napkins to prepare the table with him

Ciel Phantomhive

ciel here is a bit of an enigma

we know he is usually calm and collected, b u t

he’s still a child. 

his emotions are going to be all over the place, and him raising his hand to someone was depicted 

(in regards to lizzy breaking his ring)

so this wouldn’t necessarily be normal, but it also wouldn’t be something that isn’t a plausible reaction (sadly) 

but, for the sake of this, let’s say that ciel is almost 18. 

business for funtom was getting tiring, and it seemed that every case he was being thrown was harder than the last

his lessons were getting more plentiful, the servants were wreaking havoc around the manor - more so than usual

a guest was to join you and him at the manor tonight

and, finally, daily annoyances were starting to get to him

he couldn’t even sit through a game of chess.

you had been staying at the manor for the summer months, as your family knew his quite well since you were children

(you two were close, so your staff was caring for your manor while you were away) 

(you still had your personal servant with you, though)

you had been trying to play against him, but as much as he tried, the most energy he could muster was used to complain and sigh in dejection

it left you feeling a little off, but you knew how he could get. 

“do you need some time alone, ciel?”

“hmm? oh, uh...if you wouldn’t mind...though i do apologize in advance.”

you smiled and shook your head

“no problem! whenever you need me, i’ll be in the manor. somewhere.”

so, you left. 

and with that, chaos seemed to hit him harder. 

the servants were getting more lax, driving him (and sebastian, but more so him) up a wall

and grell decided it would be a good idea to infiltrate the manor and ‘relax’

translation: annoy the living hell of out sebastian and himself

case after case was being sifted through, and despite his intelligence, ciel could swear he could feel his brain losing its functionality

add that onto the extra work that sebastian provided for the day (seeing as it was one that was much less busy than others) and...

you’ve got a pissed off phantomhive.

night rolled around, and with that, so did the arrival of the guests.

it also meant that there was going to be some intermingling

and chaos, as always.

dinner was stressful.

mey-rin had been instructed to only set the table - 1. by. 1., as per sebastian - and pour the wine

but she had slipped. 

again. 

ciel sighed, but sent a look towards sebastian. 

finny didn’t do anything outright outrageous, but upon the reminder that the dinner event was tonight, he tried to fix up a portion of the garden. 

it didn’t work. 

the portion was completely black. no clue how, it happened though. 

and sebastian had warned ciel, so it was supposed to be blocked off. 

sadly, though, once the dinner itself had ended and the intermingling began, people were adamant

‘i’ve heard wonderful things about your gardens, mr phantomhive!’

‘the flowers here supposedly bloom much more beautifully than elsewhere.’

that wasn’t uncommon. 

so they of course had to see the garden. 

it was a game of cat and mouse, keeping the guests from the destroyed area.

you, ciel, and sebastian were acting as mice in that scenario

and by the end of the night, as desserts were being left

bardroy had burned the kitchen down.

a g a i n.

ciel had about had it.

sebastian was able to keep a more level head, thankfully, and got him to calm down just the slightest. 

though he was just as pissed.

that said, though, things did get worked out

and the cleaning process was almost insufferable

again, after being knocked to the side, grell decided to try again. 

ciel had it at that point. 

he had stormed to his office, almost looking like a child throwing a hissy fit. 

you noticed this and immediately trailed him

“ciel, is everything alright?”

“i’m fine.”

“you’re mad, you’re not exactly fine.”

“you heard me the first time, y/n.”

“yes, i did. and i don’t believe you.”

by this point, you two had made it to his office and were getting heated

“well, darling, might be good for you to believe me.” 

“no, i don’t think so. you’re mad, i can tell, the guests could tell - everyone here knows.”

“no, not a single occupant knows.”

you sighed, shook your head and took a deep breath before speaking.

“ciel, you’re mad. livid, even. that’s fine. but you need to discuss it.”

“no, i don’t. i’m not mad.”

you step closer to him.

“yes, you are and you need to talk. things are different now, ciel. you don’t have to hide anything from me.”

another step closer.

“y/n, this is fine. it’s fine. it is merely a normal occurrence.”

“normal occurrence, maybe - but no matter, you are mad. and stressed. that’s easy to see.”

another step. 

“you’ve gotten tense, you haven’t even been able to sit through a game of chess.”

and another.

“you were constantly glaring, and couldn’t even fake small talk with the guests tonight.”

and another. 

“just sit down for a second...”

one more.

“take a deep breath or two...”

you were in front of him now, reaching for his hair to brush it away from his eyes.

“and then we can ta-”

his arm seemed to raise instantaneously. 

had ot not been for sebastian getting there in time, who knows what would have happened. 

either way, you were shaken. 

no tears, you knew he could get worked up and resort to moronic actions

but this was only slightly unexpected. 

you nodded, backing away and taking a deep breath

“fair enough. i’ll wait until you’ve leveled out, ciel.”

giving your awareness to the tall butler, you retreated to your personal room for the summer and called for your servant to help you get into your night clothes 

you went to sleep that night with a head full of thoughts.

he had never gotten violent with you, until tonight, that is

and he had always been upfront. 

was it stress? 

was it simply anger? 

or was this a sensitive time for him in general?

these questions plagued you 

as they plagued ciel, as well

it had been a pretty intense day, mostly due to the copious amounts of events and documentation that needed to be done

but that doesn’t excuse his actions.

he knew that you would listen, you’ve done it before. 

multiple times, you would sit and listen and provide input whenever - and it always seemed to be at the right time. 

he truly messed up, and he knew it. 

he just didn’t quite know how to verbalize it

“young lord, if i may suggest something, it would be best to get to the point.”

sebastian was helping ciel to bed at this point, and even he was about tired of tonight. 

“and how would you suggest that i do that?”

ciel waited as sebastian hummed

“they’re reasonable. waht you have to say, they’ll listen. just be honest with them, young lord.”

humming himself, ciel sent sebastian off once situated in bed for the night and stewed over what to say.

the next morning, you and ciel were seated at different ends of the dining area table

the aura was tense - enough to know something was wrong, but not enough to know exactly what it was.

ciel cleared his throat after sipping his tea, brushing his pants before looking at you

“y/n, i owe you an apology.”

you raised a brow, but straightened yourself in your seat and gestured for him to proceed. 

“it was wrong of me to raise my hand. i was livid, i was also stressed, but that is no excuse,.”

your gaze softened just the slightest. 

he was tense, again, and almsot fumbling to put together a sentence.

likely about why his reaction occurred.

“we can get into the details later, ciel. i appreciate the apology. you don’t have to tell me why if you don’t wish to.”

and from then on, the day slowly got better.

sebastian even gave ciel a break, keeping papers from him and cutting his classes for the day. 

you two had finally managed to reconcile, going on multiple little adventures in the manor itself. 

looking through all of the books in the library at the manor, going through the garden, even venturing through the woods beside the manor (being trailed by your servants, of course.)

essentially, everything came to a better end than beginning (considering the ‘beginning’ was the previous night) 

he also managed to keep himself in check following the event. 

(it shocked you, how well he adjusted)

(seriously.) 

(ciel managed to keep everything together, even when the day was worse than the event that caused it). 

(it also shocked sebastian, to be frank.) 

They both pull out of you, both of their spend pooling on the white sheets out of both of your holes, you don't have the energy to care. You find the nearest pillow and pull it towards you, snuggling into it weakly. Your limbs feel like jello, your mind is muddled with arousal and the vicious orgasm still heavy on your brain. You vaguely feel both men climb out of bed and pull their slacks back on, their pricks still wet and glistening with your slick mixed with their seed on it. Ominis however grabs some tissues to clean himself up with, to which Sebastian eyes him peculiarly.

"I thought you didn't mind that?" Sebastian asks, tucking his cock back in with a zip paying no mind or care to the mess on the inside. Ominis is still swiping away your mixed fluids the best he can without his eyesight, feeling the wetness with his fingertips before tracing it with the tissue. He lets out a sigh before responding.

"It's not that I mind it being on me, I mind the mess it leaves on the clothes. It's hard enough to get out when it's damp, never mind when it dries." Ominis mutters, concentrating on his job.

Sebastian shrugs, but then again, Sebastian has always been the more obscene one out of the two of them. While Ominis frets over his clothes, Sebastian buttons up his dress shirt before grabbing more tissues and walking over to where you were almost falling asleep near the edge of the bed. He wipes away the mess, taking meticulous care to clean you up before he walks to the adjoined bathroom and comes back out with a wet rag to finish cleaning you up properly before placing a kiss on your forehead. He offers Ominis the wet towel after he's done using it on you, to which the other is grateful. Ominis finally is finished with his task and buttons himself up before discarding the rag in the dirty clothes bin and pulling on his shirt. Ominis walks over to the other side of you where your head is and sits next to it, stroking his long fingers through your hair. You let out a contented sigh not wanting them to go, even though they have to. Both men give you lingering kisses, reluctant to go. Ominis reaches over and feels for one of the plush blankets and pulls it over you, tucking you in before stealing another kiss.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Harvey grabbed (Y/n)’s wrist and felt her pulse. “Based on the blood she lost, she’ll need a blood transfusion! And the equipment is in the clinic!” the older male said, hoisting (Y/n) into his arms. 

“I’ll need a person with her blood type or an O positive!” Harvey said as they rushed out of the cottage. “Does anyone have that blood type?”

‘Shoot!’ Sebastian thought to himself. He’s a darn A! They had no time to scan for her blood type. But he knew who has an O. “I know someone! !’ll go!” he called out before parting from the group.

The dark haired male was running down the stairs near the river before heading to the bridge near Joja mart. During certain days, the person he was searching for would be on the bridge till late. 

And thank Yoba, these were on of the days.

He didn’t really want to talk to anyone, but he really didn’t have a choice.

‘But why are you doing this? For one girl?’ a voice at the back of his mind whispered. ‘You really aren’t like this. Why are you panicking so much?’

Sebastian stopped in his tracks, thinking about the voice. That was true. He isn’t one to help others. He mainly kept to himself. He’d usually be cool and wouldn’t talk much. Why was he panicking? 

Was it because he hated the sight of her limp body?

Probably

He didn’t want to be burdened for his faults if he didn’t do anything but just left her body there.

Yeah, that was it.

“Hey, Seb!” Abigail called from the bridge, raising a hand to greet him over. “What’s with the frazzled look? You look like someone has been chasing you.”

“Abby,” he said as he came over. “You’re an O positive, right?” he asked, grabbing her arm. 

The girl nodded, her face slightly flushing over the hold he had on her joint. Sebastian didn’t think much of it and immediately pulled her with him without an explanation. 

“H-hey! Where are we going?” The purple-haired girl began to panic, but still followed the pace the male ran, keeping up with him easily.

This really wasn’t like him. He wasn’t one to panic. Why was he so energetic and loud today? He hasn’t been like this in....Abigail bit her lip as she thought. ‘In such a long time,’ the voice in her mind responded.

But taking in the sight of the clinic, she knew this wasn’t good. Did something happen to his mom? Did something happen to her family? Did...is this why he asked for her blood type?

She kept rambling all the possibilities until she never realized that they had burst into the clinic. But her thoughts stopped as she saw the new farmer on the hospital bed.

“Abigail!” Harvey called out, surprised that Sebastian knew her blood type. “Thank Yoba your blood is compatible with hers!”

Abigail stopped. Her hand falling limp from Sebastian’s grasp. Tears welled in her eyes.

“(Y/n)...?”

The said girl was laying motionless on the hospital bed, her skin pale as snow. Her eyes closed and breathing shallow. Her hair was out of its usual hairdo, leaving the strands of (h/c) messy around her face and head. Her shirt was removed to expose the the wound to Harvey, leaving on her underwear to preserve her modesty and also exposing the bruise she got from last night.

But the scar on her right shoulder,

It unlocked her self-sealed child memories.

Tears escaped her green eyes. “She’s alive...? After the accident? It’s the same (Y/n)?” she sobbed. Sebastian placed a warm hand on her shoulder. 

“It’s her. She came back,” Sebastian said, a somber look crossing his eyes. “And this time, you need to help her.”

Abigail nodded as she stuck out her bare arm to Harvey. “Hook me up,” she said with determination, eyes still dripping with tears.

Abigail and Sebastian was sent to another room as the operation took place as everyone else was sent home since she needed to donate her blood. Sebastian was allowed to stay since he needed to accompany the purple-haired girl. Abigail was given a box of apple juice to help increase her glucose levels as she donated her blood to her former best friend.

Sebastian sat on the chair next to Abigail, is eyes blurred and tired as he looked down at the floor. The silence between them was heavy. Since Abigail had just remembered the dark tragedy of Pelican Town. Tears began to drip from her eyes once more.

“When did you know?” she asked Sebastian, her eyes looking down at the crisp white sheets of the clinic bed. He shrugged. “I...saw her scar, and at first it made no sense to me why I suddenly reacted to it. But then I think I thought of it too much, and...I dreamt of it,”

“No way. Did you like...have a nightmare or something?” Abigail told him, but he shook his head. “It’s not impossible if I woke up and everything rushed to my head in that instant,” he told her. “Plus, mom told me that it was true.”

“No way,” she chuckled. “She really came back, huh? At first I thought it was just...a person with a name that sounded familiar, but I thought it was just a common name. But that’s not the case anymore, it seems,” Abigail said with a smile. “After all we’ve done to her, she still came back here? Not to mention that we’re the ones that caused the accident.”

“It wasn’t you. It was me,” he said with a deep frown. “I really thought that she died, and I never registered what happened after. I even dared forget about her.”

“It’s not forgot. It’s...repressed memories and stuff when we were kids,” Abigail said, referring to one of the books she read during her classes. Sebastian nodded. “Extreme trauma would block out the memories in a way of coping with it.”

“But,” she said, clutching onto the hospital sheets. “It doesn’t make me feel less guilty,” tears collided with the white sheets as a green bow clip was in her sight. “She even gave this bow to me. I can’t believe I still forgot her.”

In normal circumstances, Sebastian would’ve felt awkward, but he understood the feeling. He put a hand on Abigail’s back, running it up and down as he tried to calm her. It was true, however. Knowing that they had forgotten their friend who had saved Sebastian, the person who had always made Fall better, matching their clothes during Spirit’s eve, who brought them little things to enjoy together during their visit,

The guilt was truly unbearable.

After a few hours after Abigail was released, she and Sebastian stayed to wait for the (h/c) haired girl. Both of them wanted to see if she was okay or not. Sam came bustling in soon after. Then Maru came out and gave them the thumbs up, all three of them jumped out of their seats to burst into the room.

“She’s been stabilized, thanks to Sebastian’s quick thinking and Abigail’s generosity,” Harvey said after cleaning all the blood. “She was in a dehydrated state and heavily injured. It was a wonder how she managed the strength to move with those injuries.”

“She’s fine, but she needs to stay here for the night so I can monitor her,” Harvey said again before looking up at the clock. It’s 9 pm. Three hours after Sebastian brought (Y/n) in. “It’s late, you all need to go home.”

“But can we stay with her? I asked mom if I could,” Sam started. “We’re staying just in case she wakes up,” Sebastian butted in, earning an eyebrow raise from Harvey. But the older male just chuckled.

“I suppose it won’t do any harm,” he started, “But please not make any noise before and after she wakes up. It might surprise her and raise her blood levels,” Harvey said before leaving the room with the three and one unconscious girl.

Sebastian turned to look at the girl who looked eerily peaceful, her hands placed above her stomach. Her right hand was attached to an IV drip, and her vitals were steady. Her clothing had changed to a hospital gown, probably not to put any pressure around her waist here the injury was.

“Lets grab a seat,” Sam said, removing the partition between (Y/n) and another hospital bed. “Are we even--” “It’s alright! We’ll put it back tomorrow!” Abigail butted in before helping Sam push the bed together. 

“You guys really like her, huh?” Sam started, making the two freeze from what he said. Hasn’t he-- “Oh, I know she’s the same person from the accident,” Sam said as he removed his shoes and sat down on the bed.

“I realized it long ago, actually. When Abigail mentioned it at the Saloon, I just went with it since I thought the both of you actually forgot her,” Sam confessed, leaning against the headrest. “It was hard for me to talk to her, I was the reason she got hit in the first place.”

“But when Abby told me to just talk to her, I realized that you guys probably forgot,” Sam said, bringing his knees closer to his chest. “I remembered when she first came. Mom was careful to never trigger anything, but when she introduced herself to me, I saw the mark on her forehead. I excused myself when everything started coming back to me.”

“It’s hard, to look at her without remembering the hit. I feel like she’s been hating me, never forgiving me,” Sam said. “But when I saw she was rushed in here, I was hesitant. Mom told me to go, but I didn’t want to face her,” Sam looked at the resting girl. 

“But she told me (Y/n) came back to see all of us, I bolted,” Sam chuckled as Abigail and Sebastian sat on the same mattress. But tears began to fall from his eyes. “I-I thought she would never want to see me ever again, not after what I’ve done to her,” he sobbed and Abigail slung an arm across his shoulders.

“Never really thought she’d come back,” Sam sniffled before gazing over to (Y/n). “I’m just happy she’s here.”

“Hey, Seb,” Sam called, the dark haired turning his head to face the blonde. “Yeah?” he answered. The latter gave a loopy smile, and even though he just cried, his eyes were bright of mischief. 

“Do you still like (Y/n)?” he asked, making the other two freeze in place. Abigail slightly retracted her arm and Sebastian’s shoulders went tense. “Wh-what are you talking about?” he asked.

“You know what I’m talking about. Do you still like--” “Wh-where am I?” a groggy voice spoke, quietly, but loud enough for the trio to jump to the bed next to them.

(E/c) eyes started to open slowly, but squinted from the bright light. There were blobs of shadows in her sight, slowly clearing to reveal the trio before her eyes. All of them had worried expressions, eyes either red or still filled with tears. 

“Abby?...Sebastian?...Sam?” the girl choked out as she slowly tried to sit up. “Wh-what happe--” Before she could finish her sentence, she was tackled back down by a force, pinning her back to the mattress. “Abby?” 

“You stupid, stupid girl! How dare you get yourself so hurt again?!” she cried, burying her head in (Y/n) shoulder, trying to hide her sniffles as the girl slowly got up again. 

Sebastian tackled her left side, wrapping his arms around the (Y/n) and Abigail. “You have no idea how much I panicked when you came out like that!” he shouted in frustration. 

“You had us so worried!” Sam said as he hugged (Y/n)’s right side, careful to mind the injury she got. “Never do that again!” he cried out. 

“I lost you once, I’m not losing you again!” Abigail cried. (Y/n) looked at Sebastian, her hand slowly coming up to brush his dark locks.

“At least I saw you at 6, right?” she chuckled, earning a glare from the male. He hit her back, harshly before hugging her again. “Yeah, but that’s NOT what I meant!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry guys,” she laughed lightly as they all clung to her.

The next morning rolled around, and when Harvey walked in, he chuckled at the sight. (Y/n) was laying down since her sides hurt to sit up, Sebastian was sleeping sitting up as he held (Y/n)’s left hand in his own. Abigail was cuddling her on her right, clasping her right arm with both of her own. Sam was similar to Sebastian, but had his arms crossed over his chest.

‘These four really have a special bond,’ Harvey thought, smiling to himself. They didn’t look like young adults anymore, but more like children who wont let their friend go.

Of course, Harvey knew that almost all the singles around (Y/n)’s age suffered from Dissociative Amnesia from extreme trauma as children. And (Y/n) herself has been a victim in the accident that caused it. He knew since he saw her medical records and he looked at her nicely healing scars. But the affect strongest was the ones surrounding her. The sisters just haven’t remembered just yet. 

7 AM rolled around, and (Y/n) stirred to wake up, pulling those around her away from their dream lands too. Harvey had just left the room to set up his clinic for the day. 

Harvey had agreed to let her out, and asked them to keep an eye on the healing girl. Se got 7 stitches and she had to be very careful. Abigail happily volunteered to assist (Y/n) on the farm and Sam and Sebastian would check up on them every so often.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice asked. It took a moment to place it as Brenda, your favorite nurse. Once you placed her, you heard the other tell-tale noises of the hospital. The constant beeping of monitors, squeak of wheels as gurneys were rolled out in the hallway, and dull chatter of nurses as they passed your room… “Y/N, are you awake?”

Maybe if you didn’t respond, you could somehow make this become a dream. Because that wasn’t delusional at all.

“Can you open your eyes for me?”

You tried to shake your head, but there was resistance. Something pressing against your head that was never there before, when you woke up in a hospital.

God, what if you opened your eyes and still couldn’t see anything?

What if you opened your eyes and there were cops there, waiting to cuff you and read you your Miranda rights?

“Y/N, I know you’re awake. Just open your eyes for me.”

Well, if either of those options were true when you opened your eyes, you sure as hell deserved both. So what did it matter?

Carefully, you started opening your eyes, flinching when the light hit your cornea and you reflexively shut your eyes again.

“Good, that’s good. Try again.”

It took a few more minutes of coaxing, but eventually you were able to keep your eyes open. By that time, Brenda was joined by Dr. Chowdhury and a woman doctor you’d never seen before. Sebastian was nowhere to be seen.

Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if you never saw him again. The next time he came into your life would be in the form of being served divorce papers.

“Y/N. This is Dr. Abara,” Dr. Chowdhury introduced. “She performed your surgery and successfully removed your tumor.”

Hold up.

“What?”

Your doctor offered you a smile. “It is gone. Your cancer is gone.”

“Oh my god.” You’d never heard your voice so shaky. “What—what happened? I don’t remember much—”

Dr. Abara stepped forward. “The tissue around your tumor became inflamed. It wasn’t surprising, considering how long you’ve been on this aggressive treatment. It was, however, monitored closely throughout your treatment. The inflamed tissue pressed against the nerves in your neck and your spinal cord. As a result, you lost vision for a time and you lost consciousness as well.”

“But it’s all good now?” The words were foreign on your tongue.

She nodded. “We will be performing tests and scans over the next week to make sure we got all of the cancerous cells, but we are very optimistic.”

Cancer free. You weren’t going to die. You had a future.

But the question that bounced through your mind as you answered the doctors’ questions and let them give you a brief exam was what kind of future did you really have?

Sebastian had obviously written you off. And you didn’t blame him. Maybe he was just waiting until you were recovered more before calling the cops on you and your future would be spent behind bars. If that was the case, hopefully you could serve your time in the same prison as your sister. At least then you’d have someone who understood.

Just a week ago you’d been excited at the prospect of getting this tumor out and spending your future with Sebastian.

And now?

Well, now every time a shadow cast across the blinds, your muscles tensed. Whenever the doorknob to your room turned, your anxiety skyrocketed. It was just a matter of time before the cops showed up.

What fortuitous timing. As soon as you’re cancer-free, someone finds out the truth about you. They don’t have to feel bad about calling the cops.

Sebastian doesn’t have to feel bad about calling the cops. And it was a part of the deal to get a divorce after the surgery. He has all the excuses—no, no. He has all the reasons he needs to never see you again. They aren’t excuses. He has solid reasons.

It was three hours later when he finally walked through the door. He was careful to be quiet, slowly closing the door. The hesitance was not something you’d ever seen on him. Just knowing that you’d caused it made you shrink into yourself even more.

He turned and straightened up when he saw you were awake. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you managed to eke out after a deep breath.

“How’re you feeling? I assume the nurses or surgeon or Dr. Chowdhury have talked to you. Let you know how everything went.” At his pause, you responded with a shallow nod. “Right. Good. Uh… I wish I could have been here when you woke up, but the surgery took longer than they told me and my agent call—”

“It’s okay,” you whispered, interrupted him.

“No, it’s not. You should have had someone here when you woke up.”

“I’m fine, Sebastian. You don’t have to—”

“I should have been here,” he asserted. “I’m your husband.”

Your eyes fell to your lap and you whispered, “You don’t have to be.”

Your reply obviously caught him off guard because there was silence for a solid ten seconds before he spoke again. “What?”

“Surgery’s over. That was the deal, right?” You massaged your left ring finger, devoid of your ring as an excuse not to look at him. Before surgery, a nurse had removed your rings and given them to Sebastian for safe keeping. It was doubtful you’d ever see them again. “I remember what we were talking about before I collapsed and this is your out. I’ll sign whatever you want me to sign and I won’t blame you for whatever phone calls you want to—”

“Phone calls? What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about…” You scoffed and finally looked up at him. “I’m saying that my sister’s not the only Y/L/N who belongs in jail.”

And a very uncomfortable silence fell over the room.

This was the moment where he finally agreed with you. The moment where he finally realized what a huge mistake it was to not get that annulment back in Vegas.

After what seemed like an eternity, he started moving in slow, measured steps towards the bed you were sat on. “I called Jasmin. After they rushed you into surgery, I figured I should let her know. And we got to talking.”

So you got to lose your husband and best friend all in one day.

It was fitting.

Sebastian sat on a chair after scooting it closer to your bed. “She knows more than you give her credit for, you know. What you said about your dad not being the first person you-you killed… Your first was when you were fifteen, right?”

And your blood ran cold.

“You and Jaz convinced her older brother to let you tag along on a trip to Denver and you managed to slip away for a couple of hours. But you’re a horrible liar, so she was worried about you and followed you.”

“Fuck,” you barely breathed. She never said a word. All these years.

“Y/N… you went to Planned Parenthood.” He reached for your hands, but you reflexively jerked them away. Rather than retreat, he let his hands fall on the bed next to you and looked up at you with wide, clear eyes. “That’s not murder. You were fifteen. Your father was abusive and—”

“Not the father. He never touched me like that.” Why were you defending him? If there was one thing you knew for certain in this world, it was that that man didn’t deserve any kindness. You were coming clean, so you might as well come clean about everything. Good and bad.

You forced your muscles to relax back into the pillow and closed your eyes. “But he gambled a lot. Had a lot of debt. And… and couldn’t always pay up. So, uh, so some of his… friends,” you spat the word. “let him pay his debts another way.”

“God, please don’t tell me…”

Huffing a bitter, humorless laugh, you found yourself pulling the thin hospital blanket further up your body. “Yeah.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry.”

Fuck, he was getting choked up. If you opened your eyes, you bet there would be tears on his cheeks. You didn’t deserve sympathy. “It doesn’t matter how I got into that situation, I still did it. I still got the abortion. And I still killed my dad.”

“It does matter. Y/N, it matters so fucking much. Look at me, please. Baby, I’m begging you.”

“You remember when I told you what that lady from my hometown said when she found out I had cancer?” You refused to open your eyes. “That it was God’s way of punishing me for not adopting my nephews? She wasn’t wrong, exactly. He was definitely punishing me for something, but it wasn’t that.”

“Fucking hell, sweetheart. Will you just fucking look at me!?” The last few words ended in a near-yell, surprising you enough to get you to do just as he wanted. Seeing he had your attention, he sat forward. “Baby, what you went through was horrifying. You reacted how any rational person would and I know it’s not what you want to hear, but you’ve gotta learn to cut yourself a break.” As much as you wanted to interrupt his monologue to let him know he was wasting his breath, you waited for him to finish. You had to know what arguments he had stored in his head if you had any hope of countering them. “Your sister left when you were eight. You were abused since you were eight years old. There is not a single person whose opinion matters that would blame you for any of it.”

“My sister killed her abusive boyfriend. She lived the same abuse I did, and a jury found her guilty. I killed my abusive dad. I don’t really see the difference.”

And he didn’t have an immediate retort to that point.

“You’re not going to change my mind, Sebastian. So I suggest you stop wasting your time.” You kept eye contact for a moment longer before breaking it to slide down on the bed and turn your back to him. “I’m tired. Doctor said I should sleep when my body tells me to. Brain surgery, and all that.”

He didn’t say anything else, nor did he leave. You sensed him sitting back in the chair behind you, but didn’t dare look over your shoulder to see.

It wasn’t a lie, what you’d said. You were tired. And Dr. Chowdhury had told you to listen to your body and rest when you needed it. But… but you just couldn’t seem to go to sleep. For fifteen minutes, the two of you sat in silence. For fifteen minutes, you hoped and prayed that Sebastian would just leave you behind.

For his sake, you hoped he would call his attorney and get divorce papers going. You hoped he would call his PR team and get them to spin a nice tale on why you two were kissing in the airport last week and this week you were signing divorce papers as a Christmas present. A story that wouldn’t hurt his career. That would paint him in a good light.

“Why now?” Sebastian shattered the icy silence. When you didn’t answer, it was like he could sense your confusion. “We were happy. You were happy. The night you were drunk you said…” He trailed off, and your mind jerked back to that night, wondering what you said to him that he would bring up now. But he kept talking and you pushed it away. “And this is a shitload to carry around. Maybe I just read you wrong this whole time, but…”

“You didn’t,” you confessed quietly, staring at the far wall. “You didn’t read me wrong. I did. I… I think that when I refused treatment earlier this year and prepared to, uh, to die, that I convinced myself that the cancer was my-my-my…my sentencing. And that made it easier to accept that I was going to die. And so I just kind of… I skipped ahead and I let it cancel out. I let the cancer bury everything.”

When you fell silent, he continued on for you. “So when the good news finally settled in…”

“With the cancer gone, there wasn’t anything to hold back everything else.” Tears started blurring your vision, but you tamped back the emotion. You didn’t deserve the release of tears. “And I don’t want you to think I don’t appreciate everything you’ve done for me because I do. I really do. I know that as soon as I recover and get back to my real life, I’ll be able to cope and push it all down again and I will truly be thankful for you saving my life, but right now all I can think is that you should have left me in Vegas.”

And today set the record for uncomfortable silences between you and Sebastian.

That was, until you heard him move. You assumed he was finally leaving the room, but instead you felt the bed behind you shift moments before he laid down behind you with an arm wrapped tightly around you.

“What are—what are you…”

His arm held you close when you tried pushing away.

“I’m going to hold you until you fall asleep. And you’re going to let me.” You opened your mouth to argue, but he beat you to the punch, repeating your words back to you. “And you’re not going to change my mind, so don’t waste your time.”

“Seb—”

“We can continue this discussion later, but I’ll be damned if I let my wife deal with this alone. Especially after just getting brain surgery.”

“Seb—”

“I’m not leaving you, Y/N.”

More of her past... man. What she had to live through with her father. Why do you think Sebastian is so determined to hep her through everything? Also... CANCER FREE!!