Hi! Is it okay if I ask for head canons for Sebek, Trey, and Jack (separately) caring for gn reader who took a hit for them during an overblot incident? I wish you luck on your journey here!
Of course it's alright to ask for headcanons! I hope these are okay, I took an embarrassingly long time to write these! Sorry...
·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ | You'd hurt yourself for me?
SYNOPSIS: Oh no, it would seem that in your heroic act in protecting them, caused feelings of regret and guilt. Well, they will try their best to fix it!
CHARACTERS: Sebek Zigvolt; Trey Clover; Jack Howl
TAGS: Hurt/Comfort; Gender Neutral Reader; Mentions of Blood; Mentions of Injuries
He couldn’t face you. Not after your eyes locked onto his. Not after you hit the ground with a raw mutilated gash on your side, bubbling with a dark ink. It should have been him.
He debated heavily on whether he should come see you in the infirmary. It had to take a lot of convincing from Lilia to go and see you. Even with the encouragement, it took a lot of courage from his side to come see you.
You’ve never seen such a meek Sebek. His tall stature shrunk in on itself as he scurried to your side with a frown. He took his place next to your bed as he glared down at his hands.
Before you could ask if he was alright, he grabbed your hands and looked into your eyes. In his faltering hold on your hands, he kept himself firm to look at you. To look at your bandaged side. He took a breath as he readied to say your name,
“I have failed you as both a friend and as someone who should be protecting you. Protecting everyone. I should have stopped you. If it weren’t for my sluggish behaviour, you would be able to attend classes. Attend to your hobbies. I apologize with everything in me,” his eyes darted to your band aid covered hands. “I swear to you, I will train harder than before, to ensure this never happens again!”
After you were released from the infirmary, Sebek had hovered over you, much like how one of the many bats Lilia had around him would flutter around you throughout the school day.
He would accompany you everywhere. Escort you to the cafeteria, help you with your school supplies, and even going as far as to carry you up a flight of stairs.
The attention had been… unusual to say the least. The half-fae had been adamant in keeping you safe, including changing your bandages and ensuring you were getting enough rest.
Not to say you didn’t appreciate someone caring for you, you just wished he had been quieter in his endeavours.
His hands couldn’t stop shaking. Why wouldn’t his hands stop shaking?! He couldn’t even help you as he saw Cater grab you from the floor as your blood followed the redhead.
That night Heartslabyul had seen many a desert, pastry, and cake made by the vice house warden. His stress baking had been at an all time high, so much so that Riddle had to step in to stop Trey. Riddle tried his best to comfort his friend and suggested that they should see you in the infirmary.
He agreed, joking that he should bring you one of the stress deserts. And he did. It had been a delightful milk tart with a stick of cinnamon decorating the top of it. It had to take everything in you not to scarf it down.
His eyes didn’t meet his smile as he sat down on the bed next to you. Neither did they meet your strapped shoulder. His hand rested on your knee as he watched you enjoy the fruits of his racing thoughts. A deep sigh as he asked for your attention,
“I’m sorry… for… I’m sorry I didn’t help. I mean I’m your upperclassman, I’m supposed to be the one to take the hit. I… Let me take care of you, please?” He looked up at you, showing you just how much he tried to hold back his tears. “I shouldn’t have let you get hurt. It won’t happen again, I swear it.”
The first few days of your discharge from the infirmary had been filled with Trey baking and caring for you. Reminding you take your medicine as well as helping you with your bandages.
He’d help you with carrying your books, should Ace and Deuce not be there to help, and he helped you study and catch up with everything you had missed during your absence.
Even after you were fully healed, he still helped you throughout the day. Even more so than he did before.
Everything in his body screamed to run. To help. Every fibre of his muscles, his bones, his being begged him to help you up, carry you to the infirmary. But he stood. Stock still as his heart pumped, watching Ruggie haul you up with surprising strength and run away to safety.
Out of these three, he won’t avoid you. He will stay by your side even before you woke up. After he snapped out of his frozen state, of course.
During that time though, he will stay in his head, criticising himself for his inaction. He’ll try to identify where he went wrong and how he could prevent it from happening again.
He’ll work on his next work-out routine to get stronger and faster. That is unfortunately what he does in states of distress, work himself to the bone so it doesn’t happen again.
It had to take a bit of coaxing from you to get him to look at you. Once he finally did, you could swear you kicked a puppy. His ears drooped low, and his tail curled into his thigh while his eyes widened in shock. His eyes darted to the floor before he squared his shoulders.
“I owe you one. You took the hit for me,” he didn’t keep his bravery on for long as he looked away from your wrapped chest. His chest rocked with the deep breath he tried to take. “From now on, I’m gonna protect you.”
And that he did. He ensured your recovery had been swift, bringing you food as well as helping with manging the medicine.
After you had been released from the infirmary, he hovered over you. He protected you as well if someone tried anything – not that they would – but still.
He helped with everything. Carrying your supplies, walking you to class, helping you study, and he even changed your bandages for you. He was adamant in his task so you didn’t want to interrupt his cute focused face.
A/N: I apologise again for responding so late! I have another Ask I have to get to, but please ask away for more of these requests! I'm also readying a character sheet for all my TWST OCs so, stay tuned!
