I have yet to see anyone request this. Just to let you know it’s platonic💛
Reader whose like Lyney from genshin impact with Topaz, Dan heng, and Jing yuan(separate. I always feel the need to specify that😔) Reader acts like an older sibling to everyone on their team, ‘haha no I’m fine guys dw lol!!!’ they say while visibly bleeding and actively having a panic attack, and yeah I don’t know how to explain things so I’m trusting you know what Lyney acts like.
and basically! (I’m kinda pulling a Fontaine archon quest here.) they’re on a mission with the characters above, shit goes wrong, and basically someone that was with them just ends up missing or separated from the at a bad time or whatever (Aventurine bcuz I hate Jade with a burning passion and couldn’t think of anyone else, TB or March. Fukin. 12 year old Elsa. The blonde kid punching bag. Yanqwhateverthrfucj I FORGOR HIS NAME💔💔💔) and Reader is freaking the fuck out over it and character is pretty much just: Jesus christ- are you good???? And trying to calm them down and probably also stop them from doing some stupid shit. I wanna add more to this but words in my brain suddenly have the Inability to be typed out and also I forgot like 50% of what I wanted to say so. yay. 🎉
(lesson of the day: don’t get emotionally attached to anybody, kids. You’ll start freaking out if anything mildly bad happens while your separated.)
Scars Can Wait
Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Topaz x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Found Family Dynamics, Reader based on Lyney (?), Overprotective Older Sibling Energy, Injured Reader Hiding Wounds, Angst, Panic Attacks, Emotional Suppression, Mission Gone Wrong, Hurt/Comfort.
Warnings: Descriptions of Bleeding (Non-Graphic), Implied Danger to Characters (No Deaths), Intense Emotional Reactions.
The wind whips against your face as the Astral Express screeches to a halt on the icy outskirts of Belobog’s underbelly. You don’t remember exactly when the noise of combat faded, only that the space March should be filling beside you is glaringly, deafeningly empty.
“March!” Your voice cuts through the cold, too sharp, too desperate. You push forward, ignoring the warm wetness soaking through the sleeve of your coat. It’s just a scratch. You’ll find her. You always find her.
Dan Heng’s voice is calm, annoyingly calm, when it cuts in behind you. “You’re injured.”
You whirl around, glare sharp enough to slice steel. “I’m fine. We have to—”
“You’re bleeding through your jacket.” He’s not looking at your eyes. His gaze is fixed on your arm, brow drawn in a way that means he’s cataloging every twitch, every tremor in your hands.
It’s not just your arm. Your chest is tight. Breath shallow. Your vision threatens to tilt sideways when you think about the split second you lost sight of March, the sharp sound of her cry swallowed by the chaos.
Dan Heng steps forward and blocks the path ahead with his spear, not threateningly, but immovably. “Charging ahead without a plan will get you killed,” he says, voice flat but edged with something warmer.
You grit your teeth. “So what? I’m supposed to just wait while she’s out there?!” Your voice cracks, panic sliding out from under your practiced grin.
His gaze narrows. “You’re shaking.”
“I’m cold.” Lie.
“You’re panicking.”
“…I’m—” You stop, because the tightness in your throat won’t let you finish the sentence.
Dan Heng shifts his grip on his spear, the tip lowering just enough that you could slip past him—if you wanted to risk knocking him over. You don’t. He’s watching you too closely.
“You care about her,” he says simply. “That’s why you can’t afford to be reckless now.”
Your fists clench. You hate that he’s right. Hate that your breath is still coming too fast. Hate that your stupid hands won’t stop trembling.
He steps aside slightly, just enough to let you see the frozen corridor ahead, stretching into darkness. “We’ll find her,” he says, and for the first time there’s an undeniable certainty in his tone. “But we do it together. You’re not going alone.”
Something in your chest unclenches, just barely. Enough to let you take the first slow breath you’ve had since the fight started. You nod, swallowing down the fear long enough to match his pace.
The IPC mission had gone sideways before you’d even finished the pre-brief. One moment you and Topaz were cornering a slippery debtor on a derelict station; the next, the whole damn place went into lockdown—trapping Aventurine on the wrong side of a blast door.
You slam your shoulder into the sealed panel again. The motion sends a flare of pain through your ribs, but you ignore it, already fumbling with your tools. “We have to get this open. He’s in there—”
Topaz’s heels click against the metal floor as she steps up beside you. “He’s also Aventurine,” she says dryly. “The man could probably talk a planet into orbiting the wrong sun. He’ll manage for five minutes.”
“You don’t know that!” The words come out sharper than you intended, laced with panic you can’t quite hide.
Her sharp eyes narrow. “I know he’s survived worse than a locked door.”
“I’m fine,” you snap when she reaches for your side. Too fast. Too defensive. The movement makes your vision flicker for half a second, and her frown deepens.
“You’re bleeding,” she says flatly. “How long?”
“Doesn’t matter—”
“It matters if you collapse before we get out of here.” She cuts you off with that corporate authority she wears like armor. It’s not loud, but it’s unshakable.
You shove your tools back in your bag, chest tight. “I can’t just stand here while he’s stuck in there. What if—” Your voice breaks, just a little, and you hate it.
Topaz leans one hand against the wall, blocking you from throwing yourself at the door again. “What if you get yourself killed trying to open this without thinking? Then he’s stuck and I’ve got a second casualty. That’s bad math, kid.”
The “kid” stings, mostly because you’re older than her, but you don’t correct her. You just clench your jaw and look away.
She sighs, straightening up. “We’ll get him back. But you’re going to breathe first. And stop bleeding on the carpet—IPC frowns on that.” There’s a flicker of humor under the steel, enough to pull a shaky laugh out of you.
You don’t stop glancing at the door every few seconds, but you let her guide you a step back, focus enough to help her run a coordinated bypass instead of a frantic battering ram. And when the door finally hisses open, Aventurine standing there perfectly intact with that insufferable smirk, you could almost strangle him. Almost.
The courtyard was too quiet. One second, Yanqing had been within reach—darting forward in that overconfident way of his—and the next, the enemy force had drawn him away, swallowed him into the twisting maze of the Luofu’s gardens.
“Yanqing!” Your voice echoes, no answer returning.
You’re already moving when a gloved hand catches your wrist. “You’re bleeding,” Jing Yuan says, voice like calm water.
You try to tug free. “I can patch it later—”
“Your hand is shaking,” he observes, his eyes taking in far more than you’d like.
“I’m fine.” You force a grin. “Really. Just a scratch.”
“A scratch doesn’t make someone’s breathing hitch like that.”
The sharpness in his gaze makes your chest feel tight. You know he’s right, but every instinct is screaming to run after Yanqing before it’s too late. The kid’s cocky, but he’s still just a kid.
Jing Yuan tilts his head slightly, unreadable. “If you go after him like this, you’ll be another person I have to retrieve. And then, when Yanqing sees you hurt because you couldn’t wait, he’ll blame himself.”
The words hit like a spear to the gut. You swallow hard, blinking against the sting behind your eyes. “…That’s low.”
“It’s the truth.”
You clench your fists, nails biting into your palms. The panic is still there, gnawing at your ribs, making it hard to breathe.
He takes a step closer, lowering his voice. “He is resourceful. I trained him myself. You have my word, we will get him back—but we will do so with a plan. Not by running blind into danger.”
You hate that the calm in his tone actually works, bleeding some of the wild adrenaline from your veins. You take a shaky breath.
“Fine,” you mutter.
“Good.” He releases your wrist, but not before giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Now, let’s go get our wayward cub.”
And you do. Not immediately—you still have to wade through a mess of enemy soldiers—but eventually, Yanqing comes darting back into view, grinning like he hadn’t just shaved years off your life.
A moment of weakness for both the reader and Zeno.
Word count: 444
Your strength is lacking to say the least.
The mission had gone sideways as soon as the Connections had revealed their true colours, traitors.
Spotting an open window on the second floor you start scaling the building.
The rain pours harshly at the building and yourself, making everything slippery and so much harder to climb. You reach for the last ledge and the wound on your side stretches, making you grimace. You have to get in.
Gathering all of your remaining strength you pull yourself up and inside, landing with a thump on the floor. Even though you're in a miserable state and should find the first aid kit you know is around here somewhere, you need a moment.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Zeno's voice sounds, obviously surprised at finding you in his house in the middle of the night.
Opening your eyes, you see him lowering the gun he probably had aimed at you just a moment ago. "I didn't have anywhere else to go,"
"I hope you didn't hit your head too hard," he says as he places the gun on a shelf, walking towards you. "You know we have a medical facility you can go to, connections employed doctors…"
"I know, but those bastards can rot in hell," you wince at your wound again, pressing your hand against your side. "The mission went to shit, the Connections set it all up,"
His eyebrows raise, you can tell even behind his glasses. He seems surprised, shocked even. Not an expression he wears often.
"That isn't possible, I chose the people that went on that mission with you,"
"Yeah, well they had other orders…to dispose of me," you reply hoarsely as you try to get up. You place your free hand on the floor next to you, but end up failing miserably, the pain getting worse.
Not wasting another second he kneels by your side, placing a hand on your back and the other under your knees, ready to pick you up.
"I can do it myself, just point me to the kit and give me a moment," you protest, attempting to shove him away.
Zeno lets out a huff of disbelief, his gaze still trained on your face. "I know you can do it yourself, I have no doubts, but let me help you," he says intently, not about to accept no for an answer.
You glance down at your waist, your top stained blood red, then you look back up at him. You've never seen him like this, ever. The look in his eyes is entirely unfamiliar.
Your own eyes soften before you whisper "okay," accepting his offer.
For once the self sacrificing hero is not the one being rushed to the ER but the one desperately calling out for help and telling their team mate to not close their eyes
reader and their partners (Kaveh and Veritas) went on a secret mission together. They were a team with many accomplished missions. However, this time, they went undercover into a meeting. Not knowing it was secretly a trap set for them. The room was set with bombs and they merely had five seconds to leave. As they tried to run out of the place, reader ended up pushing Kaveh and Veritas out of there just in time, but that caused them to slow down, which meant they didn't get to leave in time. Causing them to be caught in the explosion. Leaving them unconscious and damaged in many ways. Especially their back, the explosion Leaving a nasty scar on their back. Now, Veritas and Kaveh need to act fast before they lose their partner.
Through Smoke and Sacrifice
Summary: When a secret mission goes awry, Kaveh, Ratio, and you are caught in a deadly trap. You sacrifice yourself to push them out of harm's way, but the explosion leaves you gravely injured, with a deep scar on your back as a permanent reminder of your selflessness. As you fight for your life, Kaveh and Ratio work together to stabilize you, their bond growing stronger as they confront their shared fear of losing you. Amidst the pain and chaos, the trio’s love and determination shine through, proving that even in the darkest moments, their connection is unbreakable.
Tags: Kaveh x Reader x Ratio, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mission Gone Wrong, Found Family, Emotional Vulnerability, Sacrifice, Partners to Lovers, Caring, Protective, Tender Moments.
Warnings: Graphic descriptions of injuries, Themes of pain and trauma, Explosion and near-death experience, Emotional distress.
The mission had been routine for Kaveh, Ratio, and you. At least, that’s how it had seemed when you first stepped into the meeting room, cloaked in secrecy, blending in among the city’s elite. You, Kaveh, and Ratio were a well-oiled team, renowned for your strategic brilliance and flawless execution. However, this time, it was different. This time, it was a trap.
You had noticed the tension in the air before Kaveh or Ratio did, but there was no time to warn them. The first sign of danger was the faint hiss of something mechanical. Ratio’s eyes, always sharp and penetrating, flicked towards you, his voice low with urgency. “We need to leave. Now.”
But it was already too late.
A violent explosion shook the room, reverberating through the walls like a thunderclap. You acted on instinct, pushing Kaveh and Ratio forward as the world around you began to crumble. The blast threw your body against the debris-riddled walls, pain coursing through your limbs, but you didn’t care. You had to get them out. You had to protect them. You shoved them, urged them forward, but in that moment, the seconds were like years, and the air was thick with smoke and dust.
"Go!" You yelled, your voice hoarse as you struggled to keep your balance. The seconds stretched on. “Move!”
Kaveh and Ratio pushed against the overwhelming force of the explosion, but your push had slowed them down, just enough. The room went dark for a split second—just long enough for the blast to tear into your backs. The last thing you felt was the searing pain ripping through your skin.
When you awoke, it wasn’t in the sterile, calm environment of a clinic. No, it was the cold, unforgiving darkness of a place you'd never seen before, save for the silhouettes of Kaveh and Ratio huddled around you.
You gasped, your back on fire with pain. The world spun as you tried to sit up, but it was as though your body had forgotten how to move.
“Kaveh… Ratio…” You whispered, your voice strained with both panic and confusion.
Kaveh’s warm hand was instantly on your arm, his voice low and filled with a tremor that betrayed his usual composure. “[Name]… you’re awake. Don’t move. Just stay still.”
He sounded so relieved, but you could hear the anxiety threading his words. The pain in your back was unbearable. You could feel the raggedness of your breaths as you tried to control the panic rising within you.
“We need to get them out of here,” Ratio said urgently, his voice calm but sharp with the edge of someone used to handling emergencies. His usual arrogance was gone, replaced with a quiet desperation that matched Kaveh’s. “Kaveh, you stay with them. I’ll get the medical supplies.”
“No,” Kaveh's voice broke through. “I’m staying. You’re not leaving them.” His hand tightened around yours, his concern written plainly in his features. “You should know better than anyone, Ratio. You can’t do it all alone.”
For the first time since you'd met him, Ratio paused, his sharp gaze softening just a little. He looked over at you, his eyes filled with worry. “Fine. We’ll do it together. But we need to stabilize them before it’s too late.”
Kaveh’s fingers traced the edge of your hand gently, as if grounding himself in the contact. “You gave everything to save us. Don’t… don’t you dare leave us too.”
“I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t,” you managed to say, voice trembling. “I pushed you both out of the way… I couldn’t let you get caught in the blast.”
Kaveh’s breath caught in his throat, his usually bright eyes dimming with sorrow and guilt. “You were already… more than enough, [Name]. You saved us. You always save us.”
Ratio’s words, harsh but filled with underlying care, cut through the fragile atmosphere. “We need to act quickly. Now, hold still. I’ll need to apply the bandages properly, but don’t move. You’re not alone. We’re here, and we’re not going anywhere.”
The room felt claustrophobic as Kaveh and Ratio worked together, their combined expertise a comforting presence despite the growing severity of the situation. Kaveh’s hands were gentle, his fingers brushing softly against your skin as he assisted Ratio in treating the damage to your back.
You could see the faint tremor in Kaveh’s hands, despite his best efforts to remain calm. And Ratio, usually so distant, was focused entirely on you, his usually harsh tone softened into something more compassionate.
“I don’t care about the mission anymore. You’re all that matters,” Kaveh whispered, his voice breaking. His hair hung loosely around his face, framing his expression of helplessness as he gently held you steady.
“We’ll get you through this, [Name],” Ratio added, his normally aloof demeanor softened by the worry in his eyes. “You’re stronger than this. We know you are.”
Despite the pain coursing through your body, you found yourself focusing on them. On Kaveh, who was so emotionally vulnerable yet strong when it mattered most, and Ratio, who, despite his bluntness, had never let you face anything alone. They were right there, willing to do anything, everything, to keep you safe.
The bond between the three of you was unspoken, but it was undeniable. This shared strength, this deep connection, would see you through. Together, you could face anything.
The hours passed, and though the pain remained, you could feel yourself being pulled back from the edge. Kaveh stayed by your side, whispering words of reassurance, while Ratio worked with cold precision, applying medicine and bandages where needed.
The feeling of safety, of being surrounded by them, became your anchor. And as the warmth of their care surrounded you, you couldn’t help but feel that, no matter the scars you would bear, you weren’t alone in this. Not anymore.
And as you fell back into a restful slumber, the weight of the explosion and the ordeal slowly lifted from your chest. Kaveh and Ratio were there. Always.
The world may have tried to tear you apart, but together, you were unbreakable.
Warnings: Graphic injury/blood, Medical panic/field first aid, Emotional distress, Self-blame, Strong language of desperation, Violence aftermath, Death Bed
Rating: Teen
Square Filled/Prompt: Day One - "Please don't cry."
Written for/Dedicated to: @whumptober
Summary: A simple extraction turns catastrophic, leaving Bucky bleeding out in Wanda’s arms as her powers falter under panic and guilt. He comforts her with soft words even as he slips closer to the edge, and she clings to him with everything she has. In the darkness of that alley, Wanda swears she won’t lose him—no matter the cost.
Type: Short Story
A/N: Divider by @firefly-graphics
The metallic tang of blood mixed with the faint ozone hum of Wanda’s magic, the scarlet glow flickering weakly from her trembling hands.
She knelt in the wreckage-strewn alley, knees pressed into broken glass, Bucky’s head cradled in her lap. His vibranium arm twitched involuntarily with every shallow gasp, specks of gold glinting faintly under the grime and blood.
“Stay with me, please,” she whispered. “Don’t close your eyes. Don’t—” Her accent thickened as panic clawed up her throat. “I can fix this. I can—”
But her powers only crackled, surging and faltering like a dying ember. Her hands hovered above his chest, torn between pressing on the wound and letting her chaos magic try to knit him back together. Each attempt sent jolts of red light sparking uselessly over his body, the smell of scorched fabric rising from his uniform.
“Wanda…” His voice was hoarse, barely audible, but still gentle. He flinched as pain wracked through him, and she froze, tears streaking her face.
“Please don’t cry,” he murmured, eyelids fluttering. “Doll, you’re—” He coughed, blood painting his lips. “You’re breaking my heart.” His lips tilted slightly as he tried to smirk, but he winced instead.
Her breath hitched.
He’s dying. He’s dying because of me.
It was supposed to be a simple extraction. She’d lost control for a fraction of a second and the building collapsed on top of him. She could still hear the sickening crunch of brick and steel.
She tried again, magic flaring violently, wrapping around his ribs and lungs like phantom fingers. “No, no, no, I won’t lose you,” she whispered, forehead pressing to his temple. The glow from her powers reflected in the alley’s shattered puddles, crimson against the dark.
His metal hand twitched toward hers, the weight of it grounding her hysteria for a moment. “You… gotta breathe, Malishka,” he slurred, his voice breaking with a wheeze. “You’re shaking like a leaf.”
She sobbed, clutching his flesh hand with both of hers. “I’m not losing you. I won’t.”
Sirens wailed faintly in the distance. Backup was coming, but she wasn’t sure they’d make it in time. She pressed her glowing hands harder to his wound, whispering in Sokovian, prayers and pleas tangled together, tears dripping down onto his face.
When his breathing hitched again, a guttural sound tearing from his chest, she thought she might rip reality apart itself if it meant saving him. Scarlet magic flared bright enough to cast dancing shadows against the alley walls, pulsing like a heartbeat.
“Please don’t cry,” Bucky rasped again, barely coherent. “I’m not worth your tears.”
She choked out a broken laugh that sounded like a sob. “You’re worth everything.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
The planet Aegiria Prime was never part of the Galactic Confederation. In fact, no one even knew it existed… until an ancient signal broke through centuries of interference and called for help.
A scientific crew led by Dr. Castiel Novak is sent to investigate. Accompanied by a tactical unit commanded by Captain Dean Winchester, what begins as a diplomatic evaluation mission quickly turns into a descent into the unknown.
What Aegiria truly wants… is not what they were told.
And as the planet watches, two opposite souls begin to connect—almost as if everything was designed to bring them together.
