Hello! I Have a small request for a oneshot/headcanon.
Maybe you could write Sova x gn!reader , where they get into an argument? (I LOVE hurt/comfort scenarios). After Sova said some pretty hurtful things, reader decided to go on a mission and clear their mind. But how about mission going wrong and reader getting badly injured? How would Sova react?
I'm TERRIBLY sorry if this breaks any rules of your 'Asks'. Feel free to ignore this if you're not comfortable writing about this!
Thank you! 💖
Thank you for the request! Don't worry, this doesn't go against any rules! In fact, angst hurt/comfort is one of my fav tropes to write <3 I hope this is alright, as it ended up being a bit long! Hope you enjoy!
-Rigel
Sova x Reader - Liability - angst/hurt/comfort
Warnings: Blood and injury, violence, angst
Word Count: 1875
Sova was always calm and collected. That’s the only way you had ever really seen him. He was the quick-thinker on the battlefield, the one who always knew what to do. He was always looking out for everyone else, and as selfless as that was, you didn’t want him to forget about himself in the midst of that. You can see how the constant work and stress gets to him. The darkness under his eyes that never seems to fade, and the way he sighs lightly before agreeing to whatever it was that Brimstone had asked of him. He could never say no. He was selfless to a fault.
“You need to start saying no to him, Sova,” you say, face concerned and arms crossed as you look at him from across the hall. He’s rubbing at his wrist, which looks bruised. He had just returned from yet another mission despite only just getting back hours earlier from one before that. He’s overworking himself.
He scoffs.
“I’m fine.” You’re taken aback by his abruptness.
“He’s putting too much on you. You need to take a break. There are other people who can do the job just as well.”
“I can handle it,” he says, turning and walking away from you.
“Sova,” you start walking after him, he doesn’t stop. “I’m not saying you can’t handle it. I’m saying that you aren’t the only one that can. He has other agents that he can go to.”
“Like who? There is no one else that can do recon work as I can. I can do the work, so I will.” You aren’t sure where he’s going, and honestly, you’re sure that he doesn’t know either. At this point, all he’s doing is trying to get away from you so you can’t tell him he’s wrong.
“Yoru is good at gathering intel, even Neon, hell, even Cypher could-”
“Yoru is reckless and too self-absorbed. Neon is inexperienced. And as for Cypher, I cannot imagine why you could begin to trust him with anything,” Sova interrupts you. He’s still walking ahead of you, but you get close enough and grab his arm. He finally stops.
“Then at least ask for help. You don’t have to keep doing these missions alone. I could come with you. Anyone of us would be more than willing to come with you and-” you attempt to speak again, but he interrupts you once more, voice cold.
“And then what? Have another thing I have to worry about? Have to worry about making sure you don’t get yourself killed? I’m not going to let myself be held back by the incompetency of others. Having others with me would be a liability that I don’t want to deal with right now.” He hasn’t even turned to face you yet, which makes his words sting a little bit more.
You let go of him.
“Is that what I am to you? A liability?” You see his shoulders tense, but he stays facing away from you. “Fine.” You turn and walk away. You almost want him to say something as you leave. You want him to follow after you and apologize, but he doesn’t. He stays exactly where you left him in silence. No effort to go back on what he said and say that he didn’t mean it like that. You feel your eyes burn with the threat of tears but you bring the heel of your hand up and wipe them away.
You head to Brimstone’s office. You had originally put off going out for this mission until a few days later, but you needed to distract yourself. Brimstone would be happy to have it done sooner than later anyway.
It was meant to be simple. Just scouting out a potential area that had caught the attention of the mirror agents. You’ve done things like this before with no problem. It’s just your luck, however, that this time it seems that the mirror agents are just a bit ahead of schedule.
You’re urgently calling for backup the moment you spot them, and Brimstone and Sage are promising that there are people on their way.
You’re smart enough to know that you can’t take all of them. There might only be three that you can see, but you’re alone.
‘Liability.’ The word echoes in your mind and you freeze. You know you shouldn’t do this.
‘Liability.’ Backup wouldn’t be here in time anyway.
‘Liability.’ You ready your gun.
Brimstone is saying something to you, but you tune it out. You’ve already made up your mind.
The mirror agents are dealt with. You hiss out a breath as you let yourself slide down the wall on the backside of the point, your hand grasping at your side. When you bring it up to look at it, it’s a deep red.
You at least managed to take out two of them before you got hit for the first time. The bullet tearing through your left side. It didn’t take long before you dealt with the third one too, but there was a fourth that managed to get one last shot at you before you could fire first. That one wasn’t as bad as the first. It only hit the top of your left shoulder.
You cough, and you can taste the blood in your mouth.
“Y/n, what’s going on down there? Where are you?” Brimstone is yelling through your earpiece, but everything feels so fuzzy. You start to feel tired, and you do your best to stay conscious. You mumble something into the comms, but you’re certain it isn’t anything intelligible. You feel dizzy.
The last thing you remember is someone holding your face and attempting to talk to you before they lift you into their arms and start running. Your vision is so blurry by that point that you aren’t even sure if it's another agent or not.
You let sleep take you.
The next time you open your eyes, you’re back at the Valorant HQ, laying on one of the beds in the infirmary. You don’t know what time it is or how long it’s been since you got here. You look up at the clock on the wall. 3:36 AM. You try to sit up, gasping at the pain that blossoms in your side as you do so. Thankfully, Sage walks into the room. She looks like she’s talking to someone outside, but as she notices you awake, she quickly moves into the room to your side.
“Do not get up. My healing can only do so much. You need to rest.” She places a hand on your bandaged shoulder, and you feel a soothing coolness that spreads throughout your body, dulling the pain for a moment.
“Thanks, Sage. I owe you one.”
“You should be thankful that Sova was able to get to you in time. Any later and you would not be here right now.” You hate the way that guilt starts to grow at her words.
“You are not usually so reckless, y/n. Why didn’t you wait?” She’s grabbing what you assume are painkillers and handing them to you with a glass of water. You take them gratefully.
“I miscalculated,” you lie. You get the impression that she doesn’t believe you as she frowns at you. “I’m sorry.”
“We have all let our emotions influence our actions at least once. I hope that this experience will deter you from doing so again,” she says quietly. “I do not know, and I will not pry. But I assume the fact that Sova has been waiting outside in the hallway for the entire night instead of in here with you is related to your ‘miscalculation’?” She glances at the empty chair beside the bed.
You stay silent, looking away from her nervously. She hums.
“I see. Would you like me to send him in when I leave so you can talk?”
You don’t know. You want to talk to him, but you’re still hurt from his words earlier. But the more you think about how that was almost the last time either of you got to see each other…
You nod. “Please.”
“Very well,” she says and turns to leave.
You watch her walk out the door, and turn to talk to who you now know is Sova standing just outside. She looks back at you for a moment, before she's walking away. Sova moves to stand in the doorway instead, hesitating before walking inside. He stands at the foot of the bed, uncertain.
“I’m sorry.” His voice is strained.
“Come here,” you say, arms outstretched. Most of the pain in your left shoulder has faded with both Sage’s healing and the painkillers that have steadily been kicking in.
He comes over and bends down to wrap you in a hug the best he can while you’re laying down. You can tell he’s doing his best to be careful with you.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats into your hair. He sounds like it’s taking everything in him not to cry. You reach a hand up to his head and run your fingers through his hair.
“I never should have said those things to you. It was awful of me. I tried to look for you after, but Brimstone said you had already left. I’m so sorry.” You hear him take a shaky breath. “The moment I heard you were gone, I started thinking about how if anything happened to you, the last thing I would have said to you-” His arms tighten around you for a second. This time you hear the light sob he lets out. “When I found you, there was so much blood. I was so scared.”
“It’s okay, I’m okay,” You gently shush him.
“No, no, It’s not okay. I do not deserve your forgiveness. I was frustrated and tired, and I took it out on you. That was not okay. But if you will allow me, I will make it up to you.” He reaches for your hand as he leans back and brings it to his face, kissing your palm. He looks like he’s been crying a lot.
“It wasn’t your fault that I got hurt, I hope you know that. I was reckless, but that was my decision. I don’t want you to blame yourself, Sasha. I’m okay now and that’s what matters.” He looks like he’s going to protest, but stops himself with a sigh.
“Alright,” he relents, pressing another kiss to your hand.
“Lay down with me?” You give a soft smile. The bed is big enough for the two of you, you’ll have to be close, but it will work. He laughs lightly, and you move over to make more room for him as he moves onto the bed. He wraps his arms around you, holding you gently. He rests his hands on you like he’s scared you’ll break, but his presence is warm and comforting. You lean up to kiss him once the two of you are settled. When you part, he places a final kiss on your forehead.
“I love you, Sasha” you whisper, playing with his hair again.
“I love you too, y/n. Sleep well.”