PART 4: HURT/COMFORT WITH: FREMINET, LYNEY, WANDERER, ORORON, AND RAZOR
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3
GN! Reader - weeeeee bit angsty (again again again) sorry not sorry, see pt 1 for the original prompt/ask. This is the major dork alert, beware proceeding, this veered into me being silly territory. Lyney brushes and ties back ur hair, tried to keep it vague to be inclusive, my apologies if not though. Ororon also calls reader pretty. edited to fix format smh
FREMINET
Freminet understands the sheer weight of the stress on your shoulders. When you finally falter, he’s better prepared than anybody else. In his own time he’s prone to anxiety attacks and has learned how to stop them well.
He rushes you out of the meeting you both were attending, never once letting go of your hand as he pulls you into a random coat closet in the hall. You sit down criss-cross, facing each other, now bathed in the darkness. It was warm, and his hands never left yours.
Usually, he struggles without prompted direction, but when it’s for someone he loves (i.e. you) protection is his highest priority. His helmet is off so you can look him in the face, which usually makes him nervous, but he wants you to truly know he’s there.
He counts slowly and softly, encouraging you to breathe until your chest is no longer heaving and tears are no longer pouring down your cheeks. His hands still never leave yours, rubbing circles on your palms with his thumbs.
“I know it’s scary, I’m sorry I can’t take it all away. Just keep breathing now. Nothing else can bother you here… besides me anyways. You’re doing so well. We won’t go anywhere until you’re ready”
LYNEY
After a life as hard as his own, you’d think Lyney would’ve closed off by now, but instead it’s quite the opposite. He’s grown to search the expression of every face for any sign of distress, and after days of you seeming weary, he breaks.
Next he sees a glimpse of sadness in you, he immediately asks what’s bothering you. You deny it. It wasn’t that big of a deal you thought. But he persisted, until you too caved and once it all came tumbling out your mouth your breath had quickened in a way that only worried Lyney more.
Always listening, always engaged, he takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom. He sits you on the edge of the bed and begins to brush your hair while you keep talking about your woes. He asks questions, runs a hand reassuringly over your shoulder, and finally ties your hair back neatly.
After, you turn to face him and he cradles your cheeks in his hands, rubbing away any remaining tears and kissing the tip of your nose with a charming softness.
“Oh mon amour, that sounds so troubling. I wish you had come to me sooner. Admittedly I could tell you were upset. I did not wish to pry, but I can only handle seeing your distress for so long before I have to take matters into my own hands, cherie.”
WANDERER
He is literally a puppet. I don’t know how well this would go over realistically, but we can dream okok. That being said, you get home, toss your stuff aside, Wanderer asks about your day, and you just start hysterically sobbing.
At first he is just stunned. When it doesn’t stop, he realizes that ok yeah something is gravely wrong. He crosses the room in barely two steps, analyzing you from top to bottom assessing for any physical injuries, his hands resting on your shoulders to keep you still.
This is where you latch onto him like a leech, sobbing into his top, and grabbing at him wherever you can take hold. This… confuses him. He freezes again, nobody tends to search him out for comfort. Not after all he has done wrong. So once again, he waits.
When a few minutes go by of him being stiff as a statue, your cries still unwavering, Wanderer finally begins to loosen up, a hand begins to pet through your hair, and he tilts your head just slightly to get you more air. He sways you softly, hoping you find the motion calming. Internally? He’s freaking the fuck out.
“If you don’t breathe normally soon you’re gonna pass out and I’ll have to leave you on the floor while I go pick up the groceries. You wouldn’t want to miss picking this week’s dessert would you? There you go. Easy. You’re fine.”
ORORON
When you show up at his doorstep, teary eyed and shoulders caved inwards, he doesn’t notice right away that you’re sad. He just doesn’t see it. He’s trying his best, ok? The only person he sees upset often is Granny Citlali and she’s more of a rage type than a sad type.
What he does notice is you’re much quieter than usual. And you’re not hungry for the snacks he just put together. So THEN he asks what’s wrong. You shrug, and the tears start again, quietly.
Ororon just grabs a glass, fills it in the sink, grabs the snack he made, places it all on the coffee table, and sits beside you on the couch. He coaxes your head to his shoulder, and that’s when he starts to ask what troubles you.
After a long talk, your eyes are dry, and your head’s slipped to his lap from exhaustion. Before you can drift off for good, he makes you sit up, drink the water, and have some of the veggies he’d cut for you. Then you’re allowed to curl up again. When you’re finally asleep, he tucks you in, and returns to his chores, never leaving earshot just in case.
“You can rest here any time, bug. I cannot promise I will always pick up on your woes, but once you tell me I will always be gentle with you. Pretty things need tender care to grow, ya know?”
RAZOR
Razor is… ill equipped to handle the big issues the average human faces. It’s not that he doesn’t understand, not at all, he is very empathetic, but more that he has no frame of reference. Job layoff? Grades? Finances? Yeah good luck explaining in wolf terms.
That’s why he’s changed his strategy. You’re often alone, hiding, holed up in your bedroom. When Razor begins to worry that it’s been too long he treks out to the city to find you. Your bedroom window always stays unlocked for him to climb through. Just in case.
You’re asleep this time when he enters. He empties his pockets, a bag of wolfhooks for a snack and a nice feather he found on the way over, then tucks the blanket over you tighter, and finally curls up to doze on the end of your bed. Not lurking, just protecting. Like lupical.
When you wake, he snaps to attention. You smile, as you hoped he’d break back in again. You wave him over and he obeys, crawling up the bed to lay on top of you. He’s your weighted… blanket? Razor just wants to soothe your mind any way he can, and the best way he knows is to just be present.
“Lupical missed you. Razor missed you too. Sorry I don’t do mail like city. Maybe I ask Miss Lisa for help? Go back to sleep, I protecting now. Turn off your brain, it’s not good for you to worry, like poison.”
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MY STOIC LOSER BABIES (and lyney, who's just loser baby) ugh they’re dorks. I want Ororon to show Razor his veggie garden so bad bro. They would be friends idc.
This is probably the last part bc everyone I have left I'm not super compelled, but if anybody has suggestions for Aether, Bennett, Baizhu, Ifa, and Zhongli.... I can ponder on it some...
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