It’s been a while since I posted on this account, ZZZ with child!reader. I’m thinking she’s the youngest sister of the proxy siblings and I’ll create an outfit that fits the proxy’s more for her. For now she’s wearing this night change the colors
Here is yet another ramble of mine as if I don't have a million things I need to write down.
A SAWuWa Universe where you are just a silly little human travelling through every universe. You had met a lot of people and beings, made some friends and even confusing romantic relationships you are still unsure whether it was a good idea or not.
There was Teyvat, with their vision system and Archons and Gods and every other magical thing where you battled literal gods to bring freedom to the people. You happen to be great friends with the Traveller in the end, promising to keep in touch through the weird bond you created between each other , and some more friends even if they annoyed you at times. It was always bitter to leave them to continue your journey of travelling through the worlds, often met by cryings from the younger ones and the silent begging eyes of the older ones as they held onto your form, afraid to loose you for good.
They didn't tell it out loud, not wanting to make you feel bad for doing what you loved to do (especially since you helped them in the Great War even when it wasn't your responsibility), but... They were afraid of not seeing you again, not in this life at least if you were to keep exploring the vast universe.
Who knew when it would be their turn once again to be the planet you visited?
Time worked much slower for you, after all. They didn't know when they would see you again, if they would see you once more before they died and they so badly wanted it. Maybe, once you were done... You would settle down on a now peaceful Teyvat and spend your life with them, in this or another life time.
Then there was the Trailblazer who was just a chaotic mess by the amount of times they digged in trashcans and looked through the manholes, saying there would be a treasure for you two as they dragged you from planet to planet.
Not gonna lie Belobog was great, minus the cold ass weather which froze you to your bones, Xianzhou Luofu was... something else with many political problems so much that you almost pitied the ever hardworking "dozing" General for how much he had to deal with...and yet managed to smile and be kind after all he had been through, after witnessing the fall of his friends and constantly fighting against that dark urge Mara eventually brought.
You trully admired the diligent and undeniably handsome General as he showed you all around Luofu, every scenery, delicacy, item and food that made their culture, his arm bent so that you could loop yours into his as you two peacefuly strolled around, the people's stare hard on your form with jealousy, for you or the gentle giant next to you, you didn't know.
(Some might specalute that you did it for your own selfish needs, and perhaps to some extent, it was true but the General would beg to differ as he finally listened to your gentle yet assertive request, your demand, after seeing him so worked up because of the paperwork, playfully chiding him about his "self-destructive methods". He wishes to ask you how he was supposed to live peacefully as if nothing is wrong with him, when his life was all about destruction, when... He was nearing a fate every Xianzhou native eventually met but still fought with his inner self every day? How could he stop "fighting" when it was all he knew and he was scared of what would happen if he let go of his habits?
He didn't say any of it, didn't dare to sadden you with a burden that didn't belong to you and instead welcomed your positivism and smiles lighten hım and his soul even for a brief moment as you listened to him earnestly, with widened and mesmerized, curious eyes, talk about lotus flowers and what the best way to take care of them was.)
Did your friends, mainly March and the Trailblazer, tease the hell out of you for openly simping for the General? Yes, but who cared? No one! It wasn't like you were a small child, you could admire the God's creation openly! Besides, were you supposed to care about the words of a man who claimed to have social anxiety yet head dived into trashcans?
You definetly didn't believe and heed the words of someone who claimed to be the Ruler of the Seven Great Manholes of Penacony as they dragged you to meet their "subjects", you weren't that insane.
There were some others where you met some alien robots, some witches and wizards, even dragonriders and so on with every one of them being more exciting, and traumatising, than the other.
Damn the politics, always make things more complicated than needed... Can they not chill the fuck out?
But it didn't mean you didn't get to have amazing companions and some possible romances, although you tried so hard not to catch feelings and give the other person false hope for you would continue to travel, and probably not settle down. You loved the excitement of it all, the dangers, the friends you made, the other different faces of people...
You couldn't easily let go of it.
However... However, even with all your experiences in different styles of death in different universes... You seemed not to pass by one single beginning.
"Seriously? You see me, a damsel in distress in an unknown place practically unarmed, and your first instinct is to fight me?"
And it was to be threatened by either a sword or a blade against your neck... At least every time that happened, it was someone pretty doing that.
And it didn't matter if that was a man twice or maybe even thrice your size who could easily kill you, a pretty man was always a pretty man, no?
"Do you have a death wish, woman?"
"Only if you're the one granting it—got something exciting in mind?"
"You better talk before I take out your tongue for speaking in disrespect to our leader-"
They were too stunned to speak...at seeing their fearless, ruthless leader subtly flushing an... "endearing red" as you shamelessly called it, while being pinned down to the hard and sandy surface of the outside of their base, him looming over you with his thin yet deadly blade he rarely used.
What you said next shocked even them.
"Practically speaking, I died many times in many forms: Burning alive, choking, drowning, being thrown out of a rocket, bullets, eaten alive by a dragon, beheading... My bucket list is pretty damn long and I need to say, dying by swords, especially from the neck, is not my favourite thing."
Okay, maybe you were too straightforward and sassy, but could anyone blame you when you had to deal with many planetary crises even when it had nothing to do with you?
A well-meaning alien offering you their local delicacy, which turns out to be a wriggling, glowing creature that seems to be trying to talk, You try to decline politely, but it’s considered rude, so you awkwardly pretend eating it while hiding it in your armor and now it asks for rent?
Check.
A mistranslation of “hello” causes you to accidentally challenge the leader of a planet to a duel, The duel involves juggling flaming spheres while standing on one foot, and other weird circus stuff and winning it makes you the ruler so now you have an intergalactic Empire to rule?
Check.
You’re invited to a celebration where it’s customary to exchange gifts. You give a thoughtful Earth trinket, but the aliens gift you a pulsating, gooey object that seems...alive, the object hatches, revealing a tiny alien that immediately latches onto you as its “parent" and now you have a baby you need to take care of?
Also check.
"What exactly the fuck have you encountered to end up with a parasite living on you and asking for rent and become a parent with intergalactic duties?!"
Well, now that you thought about it as you sat dining with the two cuties who turned out to be working as Midnight Rangers while a hot, noncholant looking lady and an equally hot and noncholant red-head examined you... What the fuck you actually went through?
"Alright, so you know how people say, ‘One bad decision won’t ruin your life’? Yeah, turns out that’s a lie." You leant over Chixia's face with a completely serious face as you urged her to stare in your eyes, hands gesturing around you as you focused her stare on your own.
"First, I accepted what I thought was a cool, glowing and albeit weird, dish that I would love—spoiler alert, it was not just a meal. It was a highly intelligent parasite that now lives on my shoulder and complains about my posture. Then, I agreed to ‘help’ an interstellar diplomat, offering my greetings first, which somehow translated into ‘Congratulations, you’re now legally challenging me and the challenger is to be a circus show.' And as if that wasn't enough-"
"You don't get sad over the other traumatic shits you went through but these?? Seriously woman, what the fuck is wrong with you- Can you feed that child already?! She had been running around all day, my brain hurts!"
Apparently, that goo like alien was also as sassy as you are, but a bit more mean as it crawled over your armor and shaped into a balloon above your head... In the form of a huge teddy bear, which eventually calmed the baby as it cooed and reached her hands towards it, to which Baizhi let out an "interesting" as she wrote that down.
Sentimental goo from outer space with a soft heart for younglings... What strange things had you brought with yourself?
"your brain is made of goo, you little shit! And stop complaining over my daughter, I know you love her~ At least my kid can levitate objects, so that’s been handy for grabbing snacks and toys off high shelves. " a tentacle like whip erupted from your back, made of light, as it gently wrapped around the waist of your child and lifted her up to land on your lap, making her laugh histerically as she clasped your cheeks and smushed them.
"no, I don't! Which hallucination gave you the idea?! You god damn mammal! Do you use your kid for your selfish benefit?!" Your goo friend said from your armor as it extended its body to stare at you humorlessly, not liking to be seen as weak... Even when a part of its body formed in your baby's favourite toy to keep her occupied.
"Yeah, yeah, sure it was a hallucination..."
Okay, maybe you were often seen as a soft, mother-figure-like person to those around you as you strolled inside Jinzhou and on the outskirts of Huanglong and yeah, for most part you were, you trully were!
You loved talking and entertaining the children, even more than the actual adults. Besides, most of them were impressed and had star-shaped eyes when you nearly crash landed on the planet with that Express of yours and ended up reprimanding and beating a Threnodian as if it weighted nothing for you with that glowing green-hued spear that was way too identical to their General's...
Now that you mentioned it...
"HAHAHAH! JUE, YOU OLD, GRUMPY NOODLE, YOU STILL ALIVE?! LOL I THOUGHT YOU HIT THE END OF THE ROAD WHEN THAT WAR HAPPENED!"
Rover, Jinshi and Jiyan all but gaped at you as the huge sentinel only huffed angrily in front of you as they laid on the soft Snow of Mount Firmament, where their lair resided after learning that... You were techniqually Jiyan's ancestor from hundreds of years ago who fell in love with a "mortal Man" here, who turned out to be the literal sentinel they worshipped and that Jinshi also was a distant relative to both you and Jiyan.
"Mind your words and tone, General..." The old Sentinel grumbled annoyed, trying its best to act as if it didn't miss your presence but the three audience couldnt miss the signs of affection from their time as Rover giggled while the other two continued to look shocked at the revelations.
Too much information at the same day...
"Why? Because you are sensitive and could cry?" You wheezed out with a hand over your torso, slapping the nearest person next to you which happened to be the poor new general, who was looking like he might have gone to the other world by how pale he was. Jue only growled angrily as their tail swished behind them with a hint of longing as it slowly slithered towards you.
They really didn't miss this teasing, playful and noncaring... being they had fallen for. Someone who usually didn't give a single fuck to those around them, someone for whom life was just yet another play in stage...
But Jue, for all their centuries of wisdom and stoicism, was a terrible liar.
The great dragon sat perched atop a jagged stone outcrop, silver-blue scales gleaming under the moonlight. Their molten gold eyes flickered with something unreadable, though their tail betrayed them, curling slightly toward you as if drawn by instinct.
"You’ve grown bold," they rumbled, voice deep and edged with something suspiciously close to fondness. "To return after all this time."
You tilted your head, lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. A sad, affectionate tone came over as your heart finally relented to the feelings you had been surpassing for all this time. "Missed me, Jue?"
"Tch," he huffed, looking away. "Hardly. The wind is simply quieter without your incessant chatter."
It had been so cold and lonely without you, my light... For there was no you that would accompany me.
Your breath hitched as Jue’s tail curled around you, firm yet careful, like they were afraid you’d slip away again. Their warmth seeped into your skin, a stark contrast to the night’s chill where you stood with Jiyan, Jinshi and Rover in their lair, and for a moment, you just stood there, lost in the feeling.
It wasn’t just their touch—it was everything. The way their molten gold eyes softened, the way their breathing stilled as if savoring your presence, the way they spoke your name like it was something sacred. Much like the many nights you two spent together under the stars of Solaris, the times where you would serenade each other like some sickly in-love fools.
Just like now, when they refused to show their weakness in front of everyone but... But only you, their dear mate, could hear the true longing in their heart and soul.
You could feel it.
The longing woven into every second of your absence. The way they had searched for you in the wind, in the stars, in the empty spaces where you used to stand.
And the pain—deep, unspoken, the kind that lingered in the hollow of his chest every time he reached for you and found nothing but air.
You stepped closer, deliberately slow, just enough to see the way their pupils dilated slightly at your approach. "Oh? So you do notice when I’m gone. You usually claim you don't care about such trivial things..."
They exhaled sharply through their nose, but the slight twitch of their claws against the rock betrayed their irritation—they missed you really badly.
"You are insufferable... Makes me wonder what made me so fond of you."
They didn't want to admit it, as the prideful dragon-Sentinel they were... Stubborn as usual, no changes in demanour yet...
"And yet, you haven’t flown away." You smiled, reaching out, your fingers barely grazing the smooth curve of their snout as the three watched with silent reverie at the intimate moment that stretched before them, as if they were watching their divorced parents who were still in love with each other reunite after so long.
They had been hurt...trapped...waiting for you, for the master they served and the mate they worshipped...
“Oh, Jue…” Your voice came out softer than you intended, full of emotion you couldn’t contain. Your hand trembled slightly as you pressed your palm against their scales, feeling the slow, steady rise and fall of his breath.
They didn’t pull away. If anything, they leaned in, eyes slipping shut at the contact of your soft skin, like they were afraid this was just another dream their mind conjured as they hibernated, bleeding and in pain as their growls were the only thing they heard and not your soft voice, which often sang a mysterious rhyme.
“I’m here,” you whispered, voice thick with something tender. Your voice brought them back to the present, closing their eyes “I’m here, Jue.”
For a moment, there was nothing else—no burdens, no ghosts of the past clawing at the edges of their mind where they were tortured by all the carnage and blood of humans. Just warmth. Just you.
Jue’s snout parted, as if searching for the right words, but in the end, they only tightened their tail's grip on you, pressing their forehead against yours softly.
A whisper, barely audible, escaped them.
“…I know.”
.....
And that, my friends, was how everything started with you adopting like 20 teens and young adults to bring what little peace they had like you used to hundreds of years ago to fend of the tacet discorda, all the while trying to make your once-leader remember who they used to be after giving themselves amnesia because it was a fun idea after they conquered the worlds.
Hiii! May I request Male!Rover saving non-Resonator S/O from an ambush by Tacet Discords? Or maybe making sure his S/O is okay after saving them?
Thank you and I hope you're having a good day! ✌️
M!Rover x reader
Warnings: small injuries
Summary: You had an expedition to complete, but there was no one to help you, so you took everything into your hands.
A/N: hope you like it <3
The day was not going your way. Times like these always made you feel useless. But still, you didn’t let those thoughts get the better of you. As a researcher at the Huaxu Academy, you were sometimes sent out to collect materials for upcoming research—but the assignments were never too far from the academy, since you were a non-Resonator.
You often wished you had the same powers your colleagues possessed. They never struggled with fieldwork like you did. And today, it seemed like fate had made up its mind to make your life harder than ever. You needed the materials by tomorrow morning, and it was already 5 PM. The trip would take at least six hours if you were lucky.
You had tried asking around, hoping someone could take the task off your hands. But no one was available. Half the researchers had been sent to the site of a massive Tacet Discord attack, and the other half were stuck inside the academy, drowning in leftover assignments.
You were out of options. But then, you remembered.
There was still one person you could ask.
Rover.
You felt your stomach twist with embarrassment just thinking about it. Still, you couldn’t afford to get fired or yelled at by your superiors again. Swallowing your pride, you made your way home.
As you stepped into your shared apartment, you were met with the sight of a clearly exhausted Rover. He looked like he was about to head out.
“Are you leaving?” you asked, trying not to sound too disappointed.
Rover didn’t even raise his head. He was focused on tying his shoes faster. “Yeah. There was another Tacet Discord attack. The general asked me to assist them and who am I to disagree?”
“Oh…”
You were absolutely cooked. This was your last shot and it was gone.
After finishing up, Rover finally looked at you. “If everything goes as planned, I should be back by midnight. Maybe a bit later.” He reached for the door handle.
You panicked slightly. “I… I’ll also be back by then. There’s a research project I need to finish.”
He paused for a moment, looking at you with a small smile. “Don’t stay out too long,” he said gently before slipping out the door.
“You too…” you mumbled, though he was already gone.
Now there were truly no options left.
It was just you, yourself and you alone.
Perfect.
Time felt like it was flying faster than ever, as it always did when you were racing against it. You scrambled to grab everything you needed for the expedition and practically jumped into your shoes. There was no time to waste, you had to get back before Rover returned. If he found out, you’d be in for a long, exhausting lecture.
Just the thought made your back shiver.
Finally, you stepped out of the house. The sunset painted the sky in brilliant hues, golden hour, as people liked to call it. You paused just long enough to check the time.
Five hours left.
Definitely not enough. But somehow, you had to make it work.
“Stop right there!”
A guard’s shout snapped you out of your thoughts.
“Do you have permission to leave? It’s dangerous out there!”
With a heavy sigh, you handed over your clearance card, official permission to leave the city. But even with that, the guard kept trying to convince you to stay inside. The Tacet Discord threat had everyone on edge.
What a waste of time. You didn’t even want to know how many precious minutes had been lost arguing with him.
Eventually, you made it past the gates and into the wild. After about an hour of walking, you were finally halfway to your destination. But today was tougher than usual, Tacet Discords were more active, more alert. Sneaking around them took twice the effort.
By the time you had gathered everything you needed, you were drenched in sweat and utterly drained. You checked the time again.
One hour left.
You were going to be late. No doubt about it.
Picking up your pace, you carefully made your way back, trying to stay hidden in the shadows. The darkness around you made everything feel more threatening. You could hear the Tacet Discords, but couldn’t see them.
You didn’t stop.
Your eyes stayed locked ahead. Just keep moving.
Then it happened.
A sudden gust of wind brushed past your head.
Thunk.
You froze.
That was no wind. That was an arrow.
Slowly, you turned around, dread sinking in your stomach like a stone.
There they were.
Two massive Tacet Discords, looming in the darkness.
Rover’s POV:
A tired smile lingered on his face. The mission was finally over.
Now, standing with the general and going over the final report, Rover’s mind had already wandered elsewhere. He could barely focus. All he could think about was getting home to you. The image played in his head like a comforting dream: the two of you collapsing onto the couch after a long day of work, maybe sharing a hot meal, saying nothing but enjoying each other’s presence. That thought alone gave him the motivation to wrap everything up as quickly as possible.
After finishing his debrief, he left without wasting a second, walking back toward the city gates. As he approached, he noticed a small group of guards gathered near the entrance, whispering urgently to each other. Their faces looked tense, concerned.
They barely noticed him at first. It wasn’t until he passed by them that one of the guards finally called out.
“Mister! Wait!”
Curious, Rover turned around to face them. “What is it?”
One of the guards jogged up to him, out of breath. “Did you, by any chance, come across a female researcher on your way back? She left about six hours ago and still hasn’t returned.”
Rover went completely still.
Six hours ago?
His heart sank. A cold, uneasy feeling spread through his chest.
You had mentioned earlier that you had research to finish, but you hadn’t said where. And you’d also said you'd be back around midnight.
His voice dropped low. “Do you know where she went?”
The guard hesitated. Rover stepped closer and grabbed him by the shoulder, locking eyes with an intensity that made the guard flinch. “Where did she go?”
“N-near the Central Plains,” the guard stammered. “A little past that - close to the Desorock Highlands. That’s what was written on her assignment board. But-“
The guard didn’t get to finish his sentence.
Rover was already gone.
His feet moved on instinct, muscles moving him forward fast. His mind was racing just as quickly.
‘Why didn’t she tell me?’
‘Why would she go that far alone?’
‘What was she thinking?’
His breath grew louder, harsher. He didn’t even notice. The only thing he noticed now was the forest blurring past him, the distant cries of Tacet Discords, and the mounting pressure in his chest.
Anything that dared to stand in his way didn’t last long. Tacet Discords that wandered too close were dealt with swiftly, almost automatically. He wasn’t paying attention to the fight. Only to the path.
Time blurred. He couldn’t tell how long was he running. He didn’t care.
He was going to find you.
No matter what.
Your pov:
Your heart pounded in your chest, wild and unsteady. You could barely think straight, breathing ragged, limbs running on instinct.
But every step you took seemed to only make things worse. The Tacet Discords were multiplying. More and more had caught on to your presence, and now it wasn’t just two chasing you, it was a whole group. You didn’t dare look back to count how many.
Your knees were scraped and bruised, your clothes dirtied, your entire body slick with sweat. Exhaustion weighed down every move, and every breath burned your lungs. There was no way, absolutely no way you could lead these monsters back toward the city.
Your vision blurred. You wished this would end. You couldn’t keep running. Everything ached. Your legs felt like jelly, and you were sure they’d be swollen by morning.
Just as you reached a corner of a crumbling old building, hoping to lose them with a sharp turn, a flash of steel nearly grazed your face. A sword, so close you could hear the sharp whistle of air it sliced through, it almost cut your head off. You barely managed to dodge, but the movement made you lose your balance.
You slipped and crashed hard onto your back.
Dazed, you lifted your head and froze.
Bright golden eyes stared down at you.
There was a pause, a tense silence that lasted just long enough for your shame to creep in. Then, finally, he spoke and he did not sound happy.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
Rover stormed toward you, voice sharp with anger. Before you could even answer, he reached down and yanked you back to your feet.
“Do you have a death wi—”
He didn’t get to finish. The same Tacet Discords that had been hunting you down had finally caught up.
Rover immediately pulled you behind him, positioning himself between you and the oncoming threat. His body tensed, sword already drawn. He didn’t need words to make it clear - he was furious.
And he wasn’t going to let this one slide.
You stood in silence, barely able to breathe as you watched him move. His strikes were clean, fast, and brutal. The creatures didn’t stand a chance.
You were already trying to think of excuses.
When the last Discord finally fell, Rover slowly turned back to you, placing his blade in its place.
“Are you injured?” he asked, voice calmer now but still edged with frustration.
You looked down, unable to meet his eyes. “No…”
It was humiliating. You hated feeling weak and standing in front of someone like him, someone so capable and strong, only made it worse. He was respected, admired by those in high positions. And you? You’d just caused more trouble than you were worth.
You felt a warm hand rest gently on your shoulder.
“Let’s go home.”
You still didn’t look up. You knew the moment your eyes met his, you’d see disappointment and that would hurt more than any scolding.
As the city gates came into view, you finally whispered, “I’m sorry…”
Rover let out a slow sigh, his gaze softening.
“I still don’t get it,” he muttered. “Why didn’t you just tell me? Or at least ask someone else to go with you? No… what I really want to know is why today of all days?”
He glanced at you again, eyes catching the exhaustion on your face, the slight limp in your steps. You were trying to hide it, but he noticed.
And just like that, you were off the ground.
Your eyes widened in shock as he effortlessly lifted you into his arms. “H-Hey!”
Now forced to look up at him, your eyes met his for the first time. His golden gaze burned into yours, but not with anger. Not anymore. His frown had softened into a smirk.
“You don’t have to carry me. I can walk,” you mumbled, flustered.
“Sure,” he said, chuckling under his breath. “The only thing you can do when I’m not around is run straight into trouble. So, sorry, but tonight, I’m not letting you go.”
The rest of the night passed quietly.
Well, after the inevitable scolding and the careful patching up of your injuries, of course.
But once that was done, it was just the two of you again lost in your own little world. Sharing soft words, quiet glances, and the comfort of each other’s presence.
The next morning?
Let’s just say Rover had quite a thorough conversation with your superiors.
not rover pulling the "we can get discounts from the vendors if we go as a couple/together" BRO LIKE CASUAL RIZZ? (I'm like sure I've seen that line in a kdrama or something ISTG)
casually calling him Yao
the headpat option for xianglee? and his little stutter when you do choose the option??
xiangli yao is so subtle in his flirting, it is so casual, so soft, bro can you be any more boyfriend codded like???
seeker of truth but the only thing that held him back was the desire for companionship (veritas ratio you haunt me in every universe)
obvious love languages are quality time and gift giving that man would do anything do grant a wish in this essay I will-
that man is so soft spoken, so gentle- for once someone didn't jump our bones, but casually knew who we were and subtly spoke his admiration for us and desire to meet us
"you do have a gentle soul" "ever thought about becoming fhe mysterious wish granter..." OFFERING HIS PRIVATE JOB HELLO? okay casual flirting, okay (it's giving boyfailure with that type of flirting ngl but he isn't boyfailure)
yes, allow me to rant about you, to you, in third person, to brag about you and go on a whole rant full of compliments to state that you, rover, are a whole ass hero
"there's no need to look far"
and he has conversation sense, bouncing off of rover's jokes and flirting smoothly they just match each other's vibes; rover needed someone chill istg
rover saving xiangli yao FINALLY A NONTOXIC YAOI LETSGO, and he is so caring and patient; immediately asking if rover is okay once outside of the sphere (biting a couch pillow rn)
the girls call rover over to come early- rover -_-, xiangli yao calls rover to come over- 🏃🏻
xiangli yao calling the rover "my friend" to partner pipeline is so real (right after that is the pat the bot's head option), rover when chatting with the kids referring to yao as their "mecha arm partner" THE FIC WRITES ITSELF
"maybe I should include it in the employee handbook" "we have a handbook already?" WE? the work unit of the TWO OF US? WE is this kinda domestic or am I tweaking- like yes, my partner, I've joined your start up, non-profit, no funds company and I'm your one and only employee (not counting the kids / his bots) and therefore it is now WE, cos I feel so comfortable at this job and with you, my PARTNER-
also, rly cute thing is xianglee and abby hanging out in the bg (the kids get along I'M NOT OKAY)
the parallels to ratio haunt me send help I cannot escape that man
I don't know if this breaks your trauma rule or not, but (with the guys of your choosing as long as Ratio is there) how would the guys react to losing reader (they haven't confessed feelings yet) during a mission and thinking they died. Then, the reader reappears a week later bandaged up, but alive. Maybe spouts their confession first? ˘͈ᵕ˘͈
I adore your writing. Thank you!
This is way too fucking long, so be warned. It’s like I rammed 4 mini stories in one but got lost at some point cuz I left this ask to collect dust. Also thanks for enjoying my writing it’s much appreciated. :) 🦦🐿️
Sunday:
The moment he got news that you’ve been assumed dead in the aftermath of a dangerous mission, he looses composure really quickly.
Loosing Robin was one thing but loosing you on top of that was the straw that broke the camels back.
He originally doesn’t believe that you were gone, he refuses to as he practically tears his office to shreds in a fit of anger and grief before forcing himself to regain composure and clean up after his outburst. He needed to in order to keep up the illusion that he was the levelheaded leader The Family needed in these moments of chaos and mistrust.
Even if he himself was breaking down internally alongside everyone else, hellbent on finding the culprit for your death and punishing them so severely that they’d beg for death. He’d avenge you in anyway he could, even if it meant sending out the bloodhound family on a wild goose chase that only ends in dead ends, he would get you justice no matter how it may come.
His heart had died alongside you that day.
So when a week passes and he finally has you back in his arms, all the while being carful with your wounds as his eyes searched you over in a way you weren’t use to.
‘You’re alive.’ He breathes out in relief as he then begins to laugh and rest his head against yours, breathing you in deeply as he relishes in this long awaited moment. ‘Of course you’re alive.’ He mutters.
‘Sunday,’ you began but Sunday was quite to cut you off.
‘Do you know how I felt thinking you were dead? Driving myself insane to prove that you were still alive anyway I could as not to bear the idea of walking through this life without the one person I love so dearly.’ Sunday takes a brief pauses in his monologue, feeling out of breath after having put everything out into the open before continuing. ‘I thought my heart had stopped beating that day and now I have you bad in my arms.’ Sunday then chuckles darkly as he gripped you tighter. ‘I’ll ensure that I’d never have to revisit that part of my life ever again.’
‘Sunday-‘
‘Shhh.’ Sunday cuts you off once more, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he holds you close to his chest, rubbing your back soothingly. ‘Just know that what I do after this, I do out of my love for you.’ He says against your forehead before pressing another kiss there for good measure.
Jing yuan:
Loss wasn’t new to Jing Yuan.
He has experienced it in multiple forms throughout his life, but that didn’t made the news of your death any less painful for the General.
While his mind might’ve made peace with the fact that you were gone, his heart however did not as he would find himself in the places that you often vacated to in moments of stress, or to just be left alone for a while with your thoughts. So to no longer see you in any of those hidden spots -waiting for him to find you like you usually did- only worsened the grief he felt in his heart as he sat himself down and allowed the memories to pass over him in waves.
You were both so happy together and felt a sense of fulfilment that could only be achieved when you were within the other’s presence; A feeling that was uniquely yours and yours alone that could never be replicated, ever. For no one could ever come close to replacing you, nor the companionship you and he had for each other that many assumed would blossom into something more; Jing Yuan also shared the same sentiments as they did, but just as he built the courage to push that boundary between the two of you, you were taken from him before he could utter a single word.
So when a week passes and Jing Yuan found your battered and beaten form in one of your secret spots, back resting against a tree with your eyes closed.
‘Y/n?’ He called out and your eyes opened upon hearing his voice and looking at him with a weak smile. ‘Hey General, miss me?’ You said as you struggled to get up to your feet, only to stumble forward and into Jing Yuan’s chest as his strong yet gentle hands hold you in place.
‘More than you could ever hope to know.’ Jing yuan said as he focused on how you felt beneath his hands, warm and alive.
‘I’m sorry I kept you waiting.’ You muttered against his chest as his warmth made you realised just how tired you were from everything you’ve experienced this last week alone. ‘I never meant to keep you waiting in fear that you’d forget about me if I don’t stay in your life long enough.’ You admit and Jing Yuan instinctively presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, holding you protectively.
‘I could never forget about you my beloved.’ Jing Yuan reassured you as he looked you deep into your eyes. ‘You’ve managed to carve your place within my heart and soul, so much that there isn’t a day where you aren’t all I think about, regardless of whether or not your by my side or far away.’ He finished by pressing a gentle kiss to the gauze on your cheek, chuckling upon seeing your cute attempts of burrowing your face into his chest.
‘How long have you’ve been waiting to say this.’ You asked, thankful that he was the one to admit his feelings first, as you would’ve had a hard time articulating your words as fluidly as he could.
‘For a very long time.’ Jing Yuan replied with a small smile as he then proceeded to lift you into his arms, cuasing you to squeal in surprise, as he made sure to be carful of your wounds and began walking to the nearest medics to make sure your wounds weren’t going to be trouble later on.
Aventurine:
He didn’t know what to think when you were pronounced dead, all Aventurine could feel in that moment was an overwhelming numbness that encased him entirely.
The only light left in his life had been snuffed out, plummeting him into utter and total darkness he had once been well acquainted with until you came along, giving him a reason to keep looking forward despite everything.
You were no longer here to hold onto his left hand before he could even think of hiding it behind his back out of habit, you were no longer here to be his reason, his comfort, his safe place. You were taken away from him unfairly and once again Aventurine found himself asking the same question he has been asking himself for a long time; why everyone was born into this life just to die.
So when a week passes and Aventurine finds himself sat on a bench somewhere, still not dealing well then than he was the week of your assumed passing, lost in his own thoughts when someone took a seat next to him. Aventurine was just about ready to tell them to go away, when he saw just who was sitting next to him; you.
‘I know, I look like shit but you don’t have to look at me like that.’ You spoke upon feeling his eyes gaze upon the gauze on your cheek, then towards the array of bandages that littered the rest of your body.
‘I thought you died.’ He hissed, emotion was heavy in his voice as his eyes became bleary with unshed tears as he felt his breathing become heavy with the reality that you were alive. He didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t in that moment as his mind raced. And it wasn’t until you reached out to grasp his left hand and intertwine your fingers together, squeezing, did everything finally became clear to him.
‘I thought I was too at one point but there was something that kept me from journeying over to the afterlife.’ You admit, looking over at him and smiling sweetly, wanting nothing then to calm his thoughts and reassure him that this wasn’t a dream.
‘And what was that?’ He laughs humourlessly as he stares back at you, wanting to hear what excuses you could come up with for faking being dead for a week. ‘Willpower? Determination?’
‘You Kakavasha.’ You replied straightforwardly and his breath hitched in his throat. You rarely used his actual name unless it was absolutely serious. ‘You were all I thought about as I pushed through my injuries.’ You told him as you continued. ‘Kakavasha is waiting for me was just about all I could think about for a week straight.’ You finished as though you didn’t just confess that he was your soul motivator in staying alive.
‘Really?’ Aventurine said softly, finding it impossible that he could possibly be your reason for anything. ‘Why?’
‘Yes really.’ You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you rested your head against his shoulder. ‘As for why, it’s because I like you more then did let myself admit, but i just wanted you to know incase anything truly bad were to ever happen to me-‘
‘No.’ Aventurine cut you off suddenly, squeezing your hand as though he were afraid. ‘Nothing is going to happen to you, not now. not ever. I just got you back.’ He adds resting his head against your own in a desperate attempt of feeling more of your against him. ‘Just stay with me…please.’ He begs you in a whisper as he nuzzled further into you. ‘and don’t go anywhere I can’t follow. I don’t think I can bear the thought of loosing you again.’
You smiled softly as you just whispered back against the skin of his neck. ‘As long as you don’t go anywhere I can’t follow. I like my crush to be alive and close by even if he can be a pain in my ass sometimes.’
Aventurine chuckles, his heart becoming whole again as he made you cuddle into his side, kissing your head once more as you took this moment to familiarise yourselves with each other. ‘At least I’m a pleasurable pain in the ass.’ He teased and you pinch his side, causing him to flinch, but his smile remained and this time his smile was genuine.
His light has came home.
Ratio:
Fully believed that he’d see you when the mission ended, knowing just how talented and dedicated to the craft you were, and having faith that this would be a measly walk in a park for you.
Only to receive word that you were one of the many who were assumed dead when you weren’t found amongst the living nor the dead.
Veritas tries to remain as levelheaded and logical as possible during this time and continue life as normal. However found himself retracting from everyone else and going none contact, more so specifically with the people you were once associated with, and instead focused heavily on his studies and academics to an unhealthy extent.
A week passes and Veritas feels as though he’s seen a ghost the moment he saw you in his peripheral vision, bandaged and dressed in ripped clothing but still somehow finding it in you to smile.
‘You idiotic Buffon!’ He exclaims as he walks towards you.
‘Well that’s a nice way to greet someone you care about.’ You replied as you readied yourself for a massive rant about how stupid you were and so on, but instead you were held against his chest as he burrows his head into your neck.
‘I thought you died.’ He says in a whisper as he breathed you in. This went against all logic but in that rare moment Veritas didn’t care, you were alive but he still couldn’t let go of the fact that you didn’t tell anyone you were still alive. ‘Why didn’t you tell anyone that you were alive, send a signal, anything.’
You shrugged as you made yourself comfortable in his strong arms. ‘All communications were badly damaged or completely cut off.’ You told him. ‘I was on my own for a long while before finding my way back to you.’
‘Me?’ Veritas asked, pulling away from you. ‘Why not a medial facility for a proper treatment of your wounds? Have you hit your head so hard that common sense had been left on the back burner when making that decision?’
‘I wanted to see you first you dickhead!’ You exclaimed, shutting Veritas up rather quickly with your confession but you didn’t care. ‘is it so wrong of me to let the man I love know that I’m okay? So go ahead and call me an idiot all you like but that won’t change the fact that I felt more fear about not telling you how I truly feel then dying on some stupid mission.’ You finished your rant.
‘You’re insufferable.’ Veritas said after a moment of silence and you couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed at this that you didn’t notice that Veritas has began to close in the distance between the two of you.
You scoffed. ‘Oh sure call me insufferable as if you-‘ Veritas cuts you off by cupping your cheeks and planting a sweet short lived kiss against your lips before pulling away with a smirk.
‘Glad to know that the feelings are reciprocated.’ He says, taking enjoyment of rendering you speechless as he gently guided you to medical, and remaining by your side for the remainder of the day.
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