Hihi!! I’ve been reading your stuff lately and went through all 9 of the hsr master lists lol. Please feel free to take your time, don’t feel obligated to rush or anything, I just had to get it out before I forgot. 👍
So Welt, Jing yuan, Gallagher, Aventurine and Ratio (separately) with a teen!reader (platonic obv) who is kind of like their assistant/student etc, but they’re just super sleepy and literally falls asleep in the middle of their tasks.. like they could look away for one second and then they look back, reader would be asleep wherever. Kind of like narcolepsy.😛
Anyways, take your time getting to this request if you’re busy!! Don’t forget to eat, drink, and sleep, don’t overwork yourself!!!!👋
Between Naps and Notebooks
Tags: Welt x Reader, Gallagher x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Sleepy Reader, Narcoleptic-Like Behavior, Mentor-Student Dynamic, Found Family, Wholesome, Light Comedy, Slice Of Life, Protective Older Figures, Reader Falls Asleep Randomly, Subtle Bonding, Teen!Reader, Soft Moments.
Welt adjusted his glasses and glanced over the stack of ancient documents on the desk. "Now, if we cross-reference the planetary anomalies with this chart—"
Thump.
He looked to his right. You had fallen forward, cheek squished against a datapad, a small puff of air escaping your lips in rhythm with soft snores.
Welt blinked. “…Again?”
He sighed—not with frustration, but with quiet resignation. It was the fifth time today. You’d been helping him decode interstellar star maps, and each time he turned away for a mere moment, you managed to drift off in increasingly bizarre locations. Once it was on the table. Then the floor. Then standing up. Now, mid-sentence, you were out cold on his notes.
He adjusted his scarf on your neck gently so it doesn't pull against your neck and set a mug of warm tea next to you for when you woke up.
“You remind me of someone I once knew,” he murmured, placing a blanket around your shoulders. “Always burning bright... and out just as fast.”
Despite your condition, you worked hard. You were sharp when awake, clever with your observations, and earnest in your efforts. Welt found it both endearing and mildly concerning—but mostly, he was impressed by how much you still cared.
He made a note to read aloud more often. If nothing else, maybe his voice would keep you awake.
...Unlikely. But he’d try anyway.
The training field was quiet, save for the soft chirp of birds and the distant shouts of Cloud Knights sparring in the background.
Jing Yuan stood tall, sword lazily sheathed at his hip, glancing down as your training log slipped from your hands.
You were curled up under a tree. Again.
His golden eyes twitched with the tiniest spark of amusement. "You know," he said softly, walking over and crouching beside you, "for someone who insists they want to learn swordplay, you certainly sleep through most of it."
You stirred slightly but didn’t wake. A half-eaten rice bun was still tucked in your hand.
Jing Yuan chuckled quietly. “Not even a sparring bell can wake you.”
He sat beside you, letting the moment stretch out peacefully. The warm sun dappled through the leaves above, and he found himself tempted to rest as well. Being called the Dozing General had its reasons, after all.
Still, he placed a thin blanket over your shoulders and laid your logbook beside you.
“I suppose one must rest to grow. But tomorrow, we will review stance corrections,” he said with a knowing smile. “After your nap, of course.”
"Alright, kid, pass me the tonic bottle—no, not that one, the purple—"
Thunk.
He turned. You were snoring softly into a tray of cleaned glass vials, face squished against the cold counter of the clinic.
Gallagher blinked. "…Seriously? You were just standing upright five seconds ago!"
He let out a long sigh, laughing under his breath as he carefully removed the tray from under your face, setting it aside before you drooled into anything sterile. Then, gently, he placed a cushion under your head.
“Guess that’s another midday nap. What’s this, number… seven this week?”
You didn’t stir.
Gallagher leaned back against the counter, sipping from his own thermos. “You work harder than most of the full-timers here, y'know that? No one's blaming you if you crash now and then.”
He rummaged through a drawer and placed a warm herbal patch on your back. "For when you wake up. Good for posture. And maybe… no more balancing glassware, yeah?"
Aventurine was mid-presentation, holograms of data spiraling through the air as he gestured grandly.
"And this, my dear apprentice, is how you leverage a fluctuating credit model to trick—er, persuade—your competitors into exposing their weak points."
He turned dramatically—only to find you slumped over in his chair, head tilted back, mouth slightly open.
He paused. "...You’ve gotta be kidding me."
A quick flick of his pen sent the holograms away. He walked over, snapping his fingers once in front of your face. Nothing. A second time. Still out.
"Honestly, I expected this after the fourth coffee you refused," he said with a smirk, pulling off his suit jacket and draping it over you. "I knew you were sleepy, but not narcoleptic in the middle of a trade scheme sleepy."
He grabbed his tablet and scribbled something: Train assistant. Step 1: Install nap timer.
"...You're lucky you're cute in a pathetic, overworked, dangerously-exhausted way."
Still, Aventurine found himself strangely protective. You had the makings of a genius analyst—even if you analyzed 15 minutes, then passed out for 30.
He opened the blinds a bit to let some soft light in. “You’ll wake up soon enough,” he murmured. “And when you do, we’ll finish the pitch. Until then—sweet dreams, kiddo.”
Dr. Ratio paced the lab, gesturing wildly with his pointer. "Now, if we apply the principle of logarithmic decay to this equation, we—"
Silence.
He turned to the chalkboard behind him—and blinked.
You had slumped over the stool, fast asleep, cheek squished against your notes, pencil still in hand mid-sentence.
He stared at you, deadpan.
"...Again? We were just discussing entropy theory."
Walking over, Ratio crossed his arms and examined your position like one might study an unsolved equation. "...Hmph. Fascinating. A complete shutdown of brain activity mid-stimulation. Are you absorbing knowledge through osmosis now?"
He knelt beside you, pulling a marker from your hand and sliding a cushion under your head. Despite his sharp tongue, his touch was gentle.
“Despite the frustrating tendency to defy schedule, you’re still my most promising assistant,” he muttered. “When you’re not horizontal.”
He returned to his desk, scribbling a note in the margin of a research paper: Subject suffers from severe spontaneous dormancy syndrome. Observe. Protect. Possibly patent?
Ratio smirked slightly, watching you snore. "You’re lucky intellect isn’t bound to consciousness."
Aventurine, boothill and dr ratio with a s/o who's a detective? :3
Detective on the clock!
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Boothill x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Detective!Reader, Crime-solving, Witty Banter, Partnership, Mystery, Tension, Fluff, Adventure.
Warnings: Mild Language, Implied Violence, Mentions Of Crime And Investigation, Action, Slight Angst In Boothill's Storyline.
The soft chime of the clock struck midnight as you studied the crime scene evidence, furrowing your brow in concentration. Just as the details started to piece together, a figure slid into the room, his eyes glinting with curiosity.
“Late night again, love?” Aventurine’s smooth voice broke the silence, accompanied by the gentle scent of his cologne as he leaned against your desk, one eyebrow arched in amusement.
“Some people work for a living,” you replied, sparing him a quick, affectionate smile. “Unlike a certain risk-taker who plays the stock market as if it’s a card game.”
Aventurine chuckled, feigning an offended gasp. “Why, I’ll have you know that every investment is as strategic as a chess move. And speaking of strategy…” He slid a small, folded paper across your desk. “I managed to get some information that might help with that case of yours. A little gift, courtesy of the IPC.”
You took the paper, heart thumping as the details unfolded. It was a lead you’d been searching for. “Aventurine… how did you even get this?”
“Do you really want to know?” He grinned, pushing his glasses up. “Or are you happy with the result?”
You leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Sometimes, I think you’re the better detective.”
“Maybe,” he mused with a wink. “But I’d rather leave the real mysteries in your capable hands.”
Together, you returned to your work—one a master of risks, the other a seeker of truth, blending your strengths to bring the shadows into the light.
The galaxy's starry expanse flickered beyond the viewport as Boothill silently reloaded his revolver, checking each chamber with practiced ease. You leaned back, arms folded, watching his every move.
“Any idea what’s waiting for us down there?” you asked, squinting at the worn map on the dashboard. The old freighter rumbled beneath you, navigating its way through treacherous asteroid fields toward the IPC's latest outpost.
Boothill's sharp teeth flashed in a grin. “Justice, sweetheart. That’s all that’s waiting. And maybe a little trouble, if I’m lucky.”
You rolled your eyes but felt your lips twitch into a smile. “Lucky, huh? You mean reckless.”
“That, too,” he drawled, glancing over his shoulder at you. “That’s why I have you, my little detective. Keepin’ me on the straight and narrow.” His eyes gleamed with affection. “Mostly.”
“Someone has to,” you said, crossing the room to stand beside him. “I may not have your… firepower, but I’d like to think my detective instincts are keeping us both alive.”
He reached out, brushing his thumb along your cheek. “Those instincts of yours are sharper than any blade. Once we hit that outpost, keep your eyes open. They’ll have what we need, but I’ll need you watching my back.”
And with a quick, heated kiss, you both turned back to the task at hand—a vengeful cowboy and his vigilant detective, prepared to bring justice to every shadowed corner of the galaxy.
The night was quiet, a stark contrast to the tension brewing in your office. You sifted through case files, piecing together the fragments of an unsolvable mystery. Every clue, every lead pointed toward an unknown answer—until a soft knock at your door made you look up
There he stood: Dr. Veritas Ratio, the renowned genius, a glint of amusement lighting his features. He entered, a scroll of notes in hand. “I heard,” he said in that calm, assured voice, “you were looking for a missing variable.”
You blinked in surprise. “Are you offering help?”
“I’m offering insight,” he replied, placing his notes before you with a flourish. “Intuition, as you call it, though I prefer ‘scientific deduction.’”
You scanned the pages, the tiny puzzle pieces starting to fall into place with Ratio’s guidance. “You did this for me?”
He tilted his head, almost as if the thought of not helping you was absurd. “A detective’s work is not all that different from mine—chasing truth, unraveling the unknown. Besides, I find it... intellectually stimulating.” His hand brushed yours lightly as he took a seat beside you, eyes gleaming with that familiar spark of passion. “Together, I believe we might solve anything.”
You couldn’t help but smile, warmth blooming in your chest. “Then let’s crack this case, shall we?”
And as you both leaned over the papers, minds entwined in a dance of logic and intuition, you felt grateful for the brilliant man who saw mystery in the ordinary and in you, his remarkable detective.
hello, platonic aventurine with an in-debt teen reader?
"Let me make you an offer, Friend"
Tags: Aventurine x Teen!Reader, Platonic, Mentor-Apprentice Relationship, Found Family, Protective Aventurine, Gambling Metaphors, Debt Repayment, Strategic Mind Games, Subtle Bonding, Hidden Emotions, Survival Tactics.
A/N: Why does this sound like me...? 😕 I need an Aventurine in my life to pay debts fr
Aventurine met you in a rather unconventional way—caught in a game of your own, albeit one where the stakes were dangerously high. You were attempting to negotiate your debt with some questionable IPC associates when he happened to stroll by. He watched the interaction with mild curiosity, and when you caught his eye, he gave a knowing smirk and intervened with his characteristic smoothness.
He’s intrigued by your situation, partly amused by the audacity of someone so young to get mixed up with IPC debts. He decides to help you—not out of pure kindness, but because he sees a bit of himself in your resilience and audacity. He “pays” off your debt as an investment, but he makes it clear this is not charity. His favor comes with strings, and he subtly suggests that you “owe him” now. But there’s something protective in the way he delivers this message, almost as if he's warding off others who might take advantage.
Despite his initial aloofness, Aventurine takes a strange liking to you and becomes a bit of a mentor, though he would never call himself that. Instead of lecturing, he offers advice in cryptic phrases, urging you to think five steps ahead in every decision. He teaches you the art of reading people, gauging their motives, and knowing when to bluff and when to hold back. There’s a thrill in the way he demonstrates this, turning ordinary interactions into high-stakes “games.”
Aventurine provides you with occasional tasks, small errands that allow him to gauge your talents. He lets you accompany him to upscale IPC events, knowing that exposure to this world of high-stakes deals and strategy is the best teacher. He’s a sharp observer, quickly noting your strengths and weaknesses, and he offers blunt advice when needed. While he maintains his enigmatic aura, he never allows you to get too close, reminding you in his own way that trust is earned—and rarely granted freely.
With time, Aventurine drops subtle hints about his own life philosophies. He talks about taking risks but always with a hidden safety net, teaching you how to survive in a world that might otherwise devour you. He tells you, with a shadow of seriousness, to never let anyone see how deeply they’ve cut you, reminding you that even vulnerability is a weapon when wielded correctly.
Aventurine’s protective side reveals itself whenever he suspects someone might try to exploit you. Though he doesn’t make a show of it, he’ll quietly “rearrange” circumstances to keep certain people away or to ensure you’re not drawn into IPC’s darker undercurrents. He’ll offer a calm warning with a smile, his eyes glinting, as he reminds you of the “price of trust.” You know that, while he claims your debt as his own, he’d sooner see you free from it than bound tighter.
Over time, your bond with Aventurine becomes something close to friendship, even if he’d never label it that way. While he maintains his air of mystery, there’s a camaraderie in the way he smirks when you catch onto his tricks or in the rare instances when he actually praises your progress. You share jokes—most at others' expense—and a silent understanding grows. Though his motives may remain unclear, you realize Aventurine has become an unexpected ally, guiding you with a peculiar mix of mentorship and care that only he could offer.
Aventurine is careful not to coddle or shelter you. Instead, he pushes you to stand on your own two feet, even as he watches over you. “No one else will hand you a chance,” he reminds you, “so make your own and gamble on it.” Eventually, he hints that he sees potential in you to one day challenge him in the art of strategy. And though he says it with his usual enigmatic tone, you sense a rare glimpse of pride behind his guarded gaze.
