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day 14 of ai less whumptober: No Anesthesia

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The sound of one of your joints popping and the breaking of a bone are terribly similar. Too similar, in fact. The brothers have broken many bones in their infinite time.

The first snap, crackle, pop of your joints had made everyone in the room freeze. Leviathan, in the middle of talking about some new limited Ruri-chan figure, stopped. All seven pairs of eyes stare at you in horror.

Did the human die? Are they broken? Fragile thing, what would Lord Diavolo say?

You freeze as well, hands intertwined and held above your head.

Lucifer seems to have gotten even paler than his usual pale-ness. Mammon’s gaze catches yours and is filled with absolute horror, and Asmo. Asmodeus looks on the verge of illness, eyes wide and face sickly gray.

“Ohmygod,” Levi breathes out in absolute shock.

“What’s wrong?” You’re a little nervous at their odd behavior, and as to what happened to make their moods flip so suddenly.

“Are you okay?” Satan is on his feet, walking over to you, attempting to inspect you for any injuries. Mammon flies to his feet as well.

“Hey, hey hands to yourself! The Great Mammon can do that.” He pushes Satan aside without any real force. Together their hands and eyes cover you, like a TSA pat down.

“Does anything hurt?” Lucifer asks while you’re nearly being groped.

“No?” Confusion fills your voice.

A worried whimper comes out of Beel and he turns to Belphie, “so bad it’s numb.” You think you hear him say.

“Nothing seems broken,” Satan says, he’s squatting down to check your legs and feet. He lifts himself to standing. His eyes are somber as he gently takes hold of your shoulders. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Mammon shifts on his feet behind you, hand brushing over your shoulder blades, where you popped.

“Yeah? I was just stretching…”

Asmo inches over to you, crawling on the floor slowly like you’re a landmine that could detonate at any second.

“You cracked.” It’s an accusation. Lucifer near glowers at you.

“It happens.” You shrug.

“No it doesn’t,” Lucifer glares this time.

“Maybe not to you, but it’s normal,” you side eye him.

A hand on the hem of your pants. Asmo looks up at you, horror still plastered on his face.

Dramatic.

You pat his head and some color returns to his face.

“What happened then?” Belphegor challenges you.

“I cracked my back.”

“How?” Mammon’s jaw drops. “That’s horrible.”

“It feels good.” You defend. “You guys can’t crack things?”

“No!” Asmo cries out. “That sounded horrendous.”

“Oh.”

It’s confusing, demons and angels don’t make sounds like that. No one hasn’t let themself grow used to the noise, they’ll never let themselves. Because the haunting what if? will never leave.

Eyes always fly to you the second one of your bones shift; it’s sweet they care, but they’re worried over nothing! You’ve never broken a bone, ever.

You jinxed yourself.

Today you broke a bone. Well, you’re pretty sure you’ve at least done something you shouldn’t have to your bone. The splintered edge of the bone sticks out gruesomely from your forearm. Yeah, that’s not normal.

Blood drips onto the bathroom floor and you don’t know why you aren’t crying right now. The demon had handled you too roughly. Shoved you out of the way too hard and you hit the air dryer bolted into the wall then this happened.

They had looked at you with a mixture of shock and fear as the sickening crunch of your arm registered, and the coppery scent of blood began filling the air. Panic took over the stranger and they ran out of the bathroom, leaving you to sit on the floor and stare in shock at your horrible looking arm.

Your stomach churns and you look towards the ceiling and blink to try and clear your mind.

The demon fled the second his actions dawned upon them, fleeing the scene of the crime. Smart fella.

The scent of blood permeates the air and you know you won’t be alone for long. A hungry demon is bound to find you the way you are just bleeding.

And just as the thought hits you, the bathroom door flies open and Asmo is rushing towards you. Concern and panic lace his features as he places a gentle hand on your injured arm. You wince.

“Sorry, dear, but I need to get this tied off.” His voice is sweet and your head rolls to the side as you relax, because your Asmo is here. Things’ll be alright now. Mammon stands anxiously behind him, avoiding looking at your wound.

The bathroom door has swung closed again and you relish in the privacy of having you Asmo and Mammon take care of you.

“Oh, who did this, MC?” Asmo keeps the lilt in his voice, although it is strained. “Hmm? Who would hurt you?” Golden eyes attempting to meet yours.

You crane your head further back to avoid the lure of Asmodeus’ eyes, “it was an accident.”

There’s a tug at the junction of your elbow.

He makes a displeased hum, “Mammon, fetch Satan for me, he’ll know how to fix this better than me. Oh, Barbatos too if you happen across him.”

Mammon gives your uninjured arm a pat and follows orders.

“Alright sweetheart,” Asmo kisses your cheek, “this might hurt a bit. I’m gonna have a little bit of help to fix your arm up. You’re in good hands, doll.”

You hear ripping fabric then have to hold back a scream as Asmo begins to wrap the exposed gore.

“I know,” he sighs sympathetically. “I know.” He keeps it tight on your arm and you take some deep breaths.

The door swings back open and Satan and Mammon come in, Barbatos in tow. Satan’s face twists into a grimace as the scent registers. The two that Mammon fetched kneel at your sides adjacent to Asmo, Barbatos tears his white gloves off and takes hold of your upper arm, applying firm pressure.

“Fuck,” Satan hisses out, fidiling with his pockets. He pulls out something silver and metallic and you wince and turn away.

When you do so you bump your face into Mammon’s chest, where he’d taken to holding you steady.

You do your best to keep quiet when you feel them begin to work on your arm, but you can’t help a pained, breathless moan.

“Sorry, your pain cannot be helped,” Barbatos puts his bare hand on your knee and attempts to give it a comforting squeeze. It doesn’t do much, but you're grateful.

You feel sharpness cutting away at flesh and muscle. Your eyes bulge and you grip Mammon’s forearm with all the strength you can muster.

Fuck, it hurts so bad, it’s all you can do not to scream or passout.

“Shh,” Asmo soothes, you peek an eye open and glare at him.

“I can’t,” you stutter out.

“Yes you can, I’m almost done.” Satan says, voice plain.

You feel Barbatos stand and walk to the dryer you were shoved into. Peeking out the corner of your eye you see him crouch and investigate. His bloodied white glove runs through the half dried viscera painting the floor. You’re torn away from watching him when a new pain rocks through your nerves.

A sharp crunch resonates through your body as Asmodeus and Satan shove your bone back into place. You let out a hoarse squeal and there’s a fresh round of hushing from Asmo and Mammon. Your breaths come in wheezing bursts and Barbatos comes to kneel a bit in front of you.

“I trust these three with fixing you up for now. I must report this to the Young Master.” Barbatos gives a sympathetic smile and stands to leave. “I will tend to you at a later point, MC.”

A sharp, pointed pain in, and a sharp pain out. Steeling your nerves you peek at your newly shoved back inside arm to see Asmo sewing your flesh shut as Satan holds it closed.

It takes an excruciatingly long three minutes for them to finish and tie off the stitches.

“Now, darling,” Asmo’s stained hand reaches to cup your jaw, “when we get home, we’ll talk about finding whoever did this to you.”

“Don’t be too harsh now, Asmodeus.” Satan chides, holding your injured arm soothingly. “They’re sure to be in a lot of pain right now. Save that conversation for when they’re feeling better, okay?” When he finishes the sentence, he nuzzles into the side of your head affectionately.

“Let’s get you home now,” Asmo says, blatantly ignoring his older brother.

As Mammon helps you to your feet he speaks, “we should probably stop by the student council office and let Lucifer know that they’ll be missing from classes. And,” Mammon turns his attention to you. “Don’t you worry, the Great Mammon will be with you the whole time you’re healin’ up!”

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 7 months

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I’m absolutely in love with Bastion and Mariano! Misersblem trans men are the best! If you want to, I’d love to see some modern AU with Mariano tending to Bastion’s wounds. Have a writer cookie 🍪

Omg you're so SWEET thank you!! I can totally do this for you, in fact, take whumptober days 14 and 21 c:

Day 14/21 - Field Medicine/Shock

Ping list: @ailesswhumptober, @whumperofworlds, @whump-captain, @whumpbees

TWs: blood, shock, fingers going into wounds, hiking accident, gore

"Bastian!" Mariano's voice cut through the quiet, echoing through the trees. "Bastian, shout if you can hear me!"

Bastian groaned, electricity ripping through his back as he drew in a breath. It took a few tries, but he managed to send a long "over here!" through the air, through the trees he'd just managed to tumble through on his way down the steep hill. He still couldn't believe he'd slipped like that on their hike.

Mariano sent back a grito, the rolling trill bouncing and jolting as he made his way down the hill. Bastian couldn't help the flutter in his chest as he heard it--there really was something jarring about hearing that sort of noise outside of a social setting. It was out of place there, in the quiet of the forest after a rough fall.

Not even a minute later, Mariano jogged into view, eyebrows bunching together as he came to a stop beside Bastian. "Bastian--it's alright, let me take a look at you." He dropped to his knees, pulling his bag from his shoulders and tugging his first aid kit from it.

"For once, I'm glad you're so paranoid." Bastian managed, grinning as Mariano huffed out a laugh and helped Bastian onto his side. "Are we gonna have to amputate anything?"

"If we have to amputate your back, we have bigger issues." Mariano laughed again, more sincere as he lifted Bastian's shirt up and away from the wounds. His grin morphed into an stern wince and a hiss. "This...this won't be pleasant. The forest got you good."

"How bad is it?" Bastian asked, resting his head back on the ground. Something in Mariano's voice told him that he didn't want to look at what was going to happen.

"I'll have to pack one of these punctures so that we can get you to a doctor. It's like you sprung a leak. Don't squirm, but you can scream." Bastian heard Mariano ripping open a pack of sterile gloves, then another package being ripped open. And then something pressed into the wound.

"What are you doing?" Bastian gasped, shuddering against the fire that ripped through him, with whatever was being forced into him being the epicenter. "What the fuck...?" He craned his neck to see that yes, Mariano had pressed two gloved fingers into the injury. It made his head swim and nausea rise up in his gut.

"I have to control the bleeding and pressure is the best way to do that. Manuel taught me how to do this, it's alright." Mariano said, wrenching a clipped yelp from Bastian as he forced his fingers in further. "There--there, yes. I think I got it." Bastian watched him dab at the skin around his hand, eying the bloodied tissue for just a few seconds. "This won't feel good."

Bastian groaned into his arm as Mariano started pressing something that felt like sandpaper in beside his fingers. "What's that?" He asked, needing something, needing to hear Mariano's steady, smooth voice.

"I'm using gauze to help stop the bleeding." Mariano answered, continuing to stuff more of it in. "I'm sorry, I know dry gauze on a wound is hell. I hated using it when I got shot in the leg."

"S'that where that scar on your thigh is from?" Bastian asked, remembering the near-invisible mark at the mottled edge of one of Mariano's burn scars.

Mariano hummed how he always did when he nodded. "It wasn't a very good day, but Manuel said that I packed it correctly, at least." He slipped his fingers out, and Bastian shuddered as Mariano just kept forcing more and more gauze into the space.

Bastian felt a larger square get slipped between Mariano's palm and Bastian’s skin, and then it was like the mage tried to shove that inside as well. His body weight leaned in and stayed there, the heel of Mariano's other palm sliding soothingly along Bastian's shoulder. "Four minutes of pressure to be safe, now, then I'll tape it down and I'll look at the rest of your scrapes."

Bastian's head spun as he nodded. "S'it normal to feel this dizzy?" He asked, closing his eyes against the way the world tilted.

"Your body is responding to the blood loss, but I know what to do. I have some sports drinks in my bag with plenty of sugar." Bastian shivered as Mariano settled in against him. Oh, that made sense. He was going into shock. "We're a few minutes from the car, too, so an ambulance can meet us there. Can you dial the emergency number for me?"

Something about Mariano's request and tone settled his stomach, though. It was like a weighted blanket, calm and self-assured. His boyfriend knew what he was doing. He knew how to handle this.

"Okay." Bastian said, reaching a hand back for Mariano's as he tried to fish his phone from his pocket. "Yeah. I can do that so you don't get my screen all bloody."

As the phone began to ring and Mariano kept sliding his hand over Bastian's shoulder, he took a deeper breath. Mariano was a smart mage. He would always take care of his dragon.

#whump #ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptoberday14 #Day 14 #Blood #Gore #Fingers in wounds #Shock #I THINK I got all the tws please let me know if I missed anything #Mage of violence #Dragon of diamond #modern au #Hiking accident #Ailesswhumptoberday21 #Day 21

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Day 14 - Bleeding Through the Bandage/Field Medicine/No Anesthesia

Rey can’t heal himself magically, but he knows how to use a needle and thread... Whumptober 2023! I’m using the @ailesswhumptober's prompt list. This story is about my OC Rey - here’s his profile if you’re so inclined: https://toyhou.se/23741197.rey. Oh, this one comes with art :P (this is the original! Just traced/modified by me.)

They were way out of their depth this time. Even for Felix, ten men to the two of them was a bit much. Rey had his own sword out and was mostly covering Felix, who handled the offensive side of things. It was their usual configuration when Rey actually had to fight; if it was three guys or less, usually Felix could handle it on his own.

“To your right,” Rey said. Felix struck his hand out as he was told without looking and punched a man’s face in.

They were a surprisingly adept pair. Rey wasn’t strong, but he was a quick thinker and had very good eyesight. He worked as a shield and blindspot monitor for Felix. Felix trusted him implicitly when it came to battle.

Rey swung his sword and parried another attacker, giving Felix the second he needed to knee him in the stomach and send him flying. That was the last of them. Rey sighed in relief, sheathing his sword and brushing his bloody hands on his pant legs. “How troublesome,” he said coolly. Felix turned to tell him he was a magnet for trouble, right before an arrow came flying down and pierced Rey’s side.

Felix shouted in shock, grabbing Rey as he collapsed and looked up from where the arrow had come from above. It was a young child high in the trees above, unkempt and dark eyes burning with a hatred that didn’t match his young age. Child or not, he’d just attempted to kill Rey. Felix wasted no time grabbing the nearest rock and throwing it at the child with deadly aim. The child fell from the tree onto the ground a few meters away, groaning in pain.

Felix was over the child in a second, sword drawn mercilessly. “Don’t move,” Felix growled.

The child moved anyways, pushing himself onto all fours and screaming at Felix with an unbridled fury. “You killed him! My father!” Tears streamed down his face.

“We didn’t kill him.” Rey’s voice came from behind. Apparently he’d woken up and had begun crawling in the direction of the other two. “None of them are dead. Don’t worry.”

The boy looked hesitant to believe Rey, but now that he was closer he could indeed see the shallow rise and fall of his father’s chest. Felix righted his blade to the correct angle and threatened the child not to move another inch. “I don’t care if you’re a child or not. Do you know who you just shot?”

“I’m fine, Felix,” Rey said. One glance at him told Felix that he was not, in fact, fine. He was deathly pale and covered in sweat. Blood ran from his side down his leg, leaving a trail of red behind him as he crawled closer. “He’s just a child. Don’t hurt him. Let’s just go.”

Felix sighed. He didn’t prefer killing either, especially when it came to children. But Rey’s pacifist attitude could also be infuriating. “Rey, he shot you. Shouldn’t we at least arrest him?”

“No. If he wants to kill me when he grows up, he can challenge us in a fair fight,” Rey said pointedly. “Look, he only had one arrow to begin with.” He coughed, groaning as it strained the wound in his side. “Come on. That’s an order.”

Felix rolled his eyes. “You don’t need to order me around,” he muttered. He gave the child a very angry glare. “You stay away and keep your nose out of trouble. A child like you doesn’t need to know what it feels like to kill a man at such a young age.” With that he went over to Rey and picked his prince up easily, stalking away. The child said nothing as they retreated.

Rey was panting, his face scrunched up. The child hadn’t managed to hit any vital organs but a flesh wound to the side was still immensely painful. “Dammit,” Rey groaned. “How far are we to the next town?”

“At least another day,” Felix said. “We’ll have to set up camp halfway. Can you make it?”

“Certainly,” Rey said. “Let’s get on with it.”

Felix mounted their horse, pulling Rey up in front of him so he could hold the prince as they rode. Usually Rey sat in back, but Felix was a bit worried he was going to fall off with his injury. Indeed, each time the horse bobbed up and down in its gallop Rey seemed to become harder to hold on to. Felix only brought them far enough to be safe from the bandits before tying up and setting up camp. He sat Rey against a tree to rest while he did so, handing him their overly used medical kit so he could begin bandaging himself up. Rey always complained Felix did a poor job at making them tight enough after all.

When everything was set up and he had water boiling over a fire, Felix checked on Rey again. It only took a moment to realize there was a problem. The bandages that Rey had managed to wrap around himself were already soaked with red blood. “It won’t stop,” Rey grimaced. “I’m going to have to sew it up.”

Felix looked alarmed, bending at the knees to crouch besides Rey. “Are you sure? We don’t have any anesthesia...”

“It’ll have to be,” Rey said. “The question is, do you do it or shall I?”

The idea of sewing Rey up with nothing to dull the pain made Felix want to throw up, but so did the idea of Rey doing it himself. “Which way will hurt less?”

Rey managed to chuckle darkly. “A needle going through skin will hurt either way... I’m not sure if there is a way that it hurts less,” he said. “I’ve been through worse before, though. Can you do it?”

“Do you think you can stomach doing it yourself?” Felix said hesitantly. Usually he was willing to do absolutely anything for Rey, but doing what would probably constitute as torturing him did not appeal to him at all. Plus, Rey was the one who always mended any of their torn clothes; Felix didn’t know how to sew anything but a few crude and uneven rows. Not that he could imagine Rey would be going for style here.

“I think so,” Rey said. “You’ll have to gag me first though.” Felix felt his stomach lurch at the idea but nodded. He followed Rey’s instructions - first they poured alcohol over the sewing needle and thread, and disinfected the area as much as they could. Felix realized he probably should have gagged Rey first. The burn of alcohol on open skin made Rey scream right away.

“I’m sorry,” Felix said. He would repeat it about a hundred more times during the procedure.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Rey panted, eyes streaming with automatic tears. He had Felix stuff a rag in his mouth and then began. It felt like it took forever, but in reality it only took Rey about two minutes to sew everything up. He had Felix dry the area repeatedly to avoid the surface becoming too slippery with blood. Unsurprisingly, he did a good job. Once he’d tied the knot off Felix took the cloth from his mouth. Rey looked like he was about to pass out; Felix probably did too.

“Good job, my prince,” Felix muttered. “I’ll bandage you up now. I’ll try to make it tight.”

Rey nodded shakily. Felix was about halfway through wrapping when Rey’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out cold. Felix directed him to fall forward against his chest so he could hold Rey up while finishing wrapping the bandages quickly. They were indeed sloppier than the job Rey would have done, but they were done and they were not immediately turning red which was a good sign.

Felix was nervous about moving Rey too much now that the stitches were in and so set up Rey’s sleeping bag right there under the tree. He made his own right next to it and lay Rey down properly, covering him with blankets and wiping what blood he could off of Rey’s hands with a wet cloth. It had been a disturbing sight, watching Rey stitch himself back together. But somehow he’d managed, and Felix was incredibly proud of him. Rey did have a certain mental fortitude that came out when he really needed it, something Felix was grateful for. He wasn’t sure if he would have been able to do this himself.

He brushed Rey’s sweaty bangs from his pale face and rubbed his thumb back and forth across Rey’s forehead. “You’re incredible,” he whispered fondly. “If you were this strong all the time, you wouldn’t even need me anymore.” For some reason the quiet atmosphere - the distant crackle of the fireplace, the nighttime critters, and Rey’s shallow breathing made Felix feel like he was in a trance. He leaned forward and kissed Rey’s forehead before he could stop himself. “Sleep well,” he said gently. “I’ll watch over you all night.”

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