maybe a scenario with sejuani where she rescues the reader eventhough they thought she was going to hurt them and she gets super flustered around them 👉🏻👈🏻🥺
awwww that’s such a cute idea! I’ve got you 😁
Sejuani x Injured!Reader Drabble
Warning: Mentions of wounds and blood
The clan of the Frostfang was a dying breed. Whereas the Winter's Claw chose violence out of tradition, culture and for the sake of their reputation, the Frostfang chose violence out of pure anarchy. Other clans looked down on them as more animal than human, they were fools who charged into battle without second thought. Such idiocy was weakness, and the Winter's Claw did not tolerate weakness.
So when Sejuani found you unconscious in a blizzard, your ruby red blood staining the white snow around you, she should've left you there. Let your clan take its natural course as it died to their own misfortunes. Any other warrior of the Winter's Claw would've, and as leader Sejuani should set the example.
Instead, she picked you up and secured you in her arms as she rode Bristle back to shelter. She already had enough supplies to last a couple of days, there was no way she could take you back to the stronghold, the instant they see you with Sejuani the entire clan will lose faith in her.
After Sejuani patched you up once finding refuge in a cave, she sat beside you, searching your features. What brought her to save you? Perhaps it was how unconventional you looked, you looked so gentle. The tattoo of the Frostfang clan was unmistakable on your forearm, the many scars that littered your body prior to your current injuries was no mistake either, but your resting face was so calm and tranquil. Your eyebrows weren't furrowed, your breathing was slow and heavy. You didn't look like a barbarian, much like the Frostfang had a reputation for. To Sejuani, you had the face that made people think angels truly walked among the people. So honest, so innocent yet holding an inner power, it would've been a crime to leave you in the snow.
So caught up in watching your features, Sejuani almost didn't notice you awaken. She noticed how your eyes widened upon registering who she was, the fear that struck your face. You started to hurriedly sit up but any movement would reopen your wounds. But Sejuani had the solution.
She lunged forward, hands on your shoulders as she pushed you down to the floor with all her weight. Her knees on either side of you, you weren't moving anywhere. But your panic only started to grow, she could feel your muscles tensing under her grip and she started to panic if you over-exerted yourself.
“Let me go!” You rasped but Sejuani growled in response.
“You're not going anywhere.”
“I didn't mean to bother. Just let me go and forget I ever existed, I won't tell anyone about this, I swear,” you muttered quickly, still struggling astonishingly well despite your wounds. The true Frostfang spirit was kicking in, Sejuani was impressed. “Just don't kill me!”
Sejuani hesitated.
“What?”
You hesitated in return.
“Huh?”
“You thought I was going to kill you?”
“You are Sejuani, Warmother of the Winter's Claw, yes?”
“Yes, but,” Sejuani frowned. For once, she was stupefied. Impulses were only good in battle, when they helped preserve your life. But now, she acted on impulse on something else entirely, to save someone's life.
Sighing she got off of you before helping you sit up against a wall. She couldn't help but tense as she felt your gaze following her expectantly, waiting for her to speak but she couldn't find any words.
“What happened to you?” Sejuani asked simply and you grimaced in response.
“Trolls. Ambushed our tribe, shouting about how we were 'interfering with an Ice Witch',” you shrugged bitterly. “We don't back down, so we tried to fight it out, even if we were outnumbered.”
“Are there any other survivors?”
“If it's just me...” your head twitched away at the unpleasant thought. As you tried to relay through the violent memories, trying to remember if anyone was still standing as you fell, Sejuani was stuck in thoughts of her own. She watched your pondering, you were rather unique. A Frostfang that spoke so well, so sensitive. Despite your supposed gentle disposition, your ability to survive such a ruthless battle and injuries was a strength in itself, right?
“I have nowhere to go...” you whispered, so softly you could barely hear yourself.
You were stirred out of your morbid thoughts as you felt animal fur wrap around your forearm, tightened and hiding your Frostfang mark.
“You are no longer Frostfang,” Sejuani stated. “You are a true warrior, free to go as you please. If that is searching for your past people, so be it. If it is to join the Winter's Claw, you may.”
“Do you have a preference for where I go?”
Sejuani didn’t reply, save for a single nod.
