I Did A Little Sketch Of Thirteen In Kafka's Outfit Because I Really Liked @/godhatesyouandi 's Idea

i did a little sketch of Thirteen in Kafka's outfit because i really liked @/godhatesyouandi 's idea

i probably won't have time to finish all of them this week because i'm working on some other projects, but I can't wait to get to it soon <3

hello! platonic aventurine, jing yuan, blade, sunday, boothill, dan heng and dr ratio with a teen!reader who is like lynette from genshin?

please do include lynette’s backstory as well :3

love my girlie lynette i remember when i first got her i maxed her out as quick as possible she’s so pretty <33 idk why tumblr wasn’t cooperating with me while i was trying to format this istg,,,, tysm for requesting !! sorry this took some time,, if you’re unsatisfied just tell me and i’ll redo it !! <33

notes 𐙚 gender-neutral reader — "you" used to refer to reader ,, reader is a teenager ,, reader is based off of "lynette" from the game genshin impact ,, platonic relationships ,, mentions of being sold, close to being 'used', creepy old men, and other things relating to lynette’s past ,, yanqing is referenced in jing yuan’s part ,, mention of silver wolf in blade’s part ,, mention of march in dan heng’s part ,, mention of screwllum in dr ratio’s part ,, this is not proofread pls ignore typos especially bcs this is so long i cannot proofread this all rn

⭑ AVENTURINE has worked with many people and therefore has seen it all when it comes to appearances and personalities, but you by far are the most interesting person he’s met.

⭑ He’s tried to interact with you before, and every time you give him a bizarre and odd response he only tries harder. Mostly because he wants to properly hold a conversation with you, but also because he wants to see how odd your replies can get.

⭑ He doesn’t blame you for not trusting him so easily. Many who have joined the IPC have done it out of force and therefore trust nobody. He actually feels a bit proud that you are not naive and stay guarded around the other workers so they don’t take advantage of you. Still, he’ll try his best to befriend you so you aren’t alone.

⭑ Finds your swordsmanship very impressive. Your agility and strength brings you praise from him and sometimes he’ll watch you train. You don’t say anything to him as usual. Whenever you spot him you just stare at him with that poker face of yours and continue as if he isn’t even there.

⭑ When he notices how much tea you drink on a daily basis, he’ll gift you the finest tea on the market as a 'good job' for completing missions successfully. You’ll know it’s from him because of it’s value and because he always leaves little notes on the boxes.

⭑ If you ever invite him to have some tea and sweets with you, trust that he will be there whether it be physically or using a hologram if he’s far away. He’ll prepare tea in his location and make it look like he’s actually present with you physically in the moment.

⭑ The longer AVENTURINE spends time with you, the more he finds himself subconsciously keeping a sweet treat with him at all times in case you’re craving something. If you’re off on a mission he’ll make sure to give you money for your tea and sweet treats alone and will ask you to send him pictures of what you got.

⭑ He’s is very interested in your feline features and traits. When you tell him about your rare case of atavism, he’s very intrigued. He may do his own little experiments like buying you cat toys to see your reaction which is up to interpretation. Also, he’ll bring you fish dishes during your lunch breaks whenever you forget to bring your food!

⭑ Loves watching your performances and would be honored if you asked him to assist you! If you ever want to hold something grand-scale he’ll be more than happy to rent you a full theatre to perform in. Best advertisements for your shows and everything.

⭑ When you open up to him about your past, he can only sit there is surprise and pity. You were so young yet already went through so much before joining the IPC. He can relate to you in some ways as well. He knows what it’s like to be sold off to men who only used instead of cared.

⭑ If you tell him that man may still be alive, he’ll do a bit of research. If he is, then AVENTURINE will have a lovely gambling match with him! No worries, it’s all for fun! Fun for you, at least, when you get to go shopping with all the money the man once had but now lost. Buy yourself some nice outfits and self-care products, you deserve it !!

⭑ If you ever have moments where you feel bad or icky from your past, or have nightmares, he’ll always be there to comfort you. Call him, text him, go up to him and ask for comfort, or if he’s near and notices he’ll come and ask you if you’re okay and if you wanna talk about it. He’s good at distractions. Why not have some snacks with him, It’s time for shopping, there’s this new restaurant that opened that serves purely seafood.

⭑ He’ll do the talking for you. If anyone tries to switch from him to you he’ll either let you give the weirdest response ever or steer them back to him. He also appreciates how you don’t beat around the bush and how frank you are.

⭑ You’re bad with machines and tech? AVENTURINE doesn’t think much of it until you wreck the fifth computer that month.. oh well, he’ll just buy you a new one. He’ll try his best to teach you and help you improve and fix your machinery clumsiness, but he’ll also tease you and joke about it.

"Tea is ready, now it's time for a short rest."

"Alright, just let me finish the last paper in this file and I’ll be right there. I have some new news about [+] from the genius society~"

⭑ The general of the Luofu attending your performances instead of working? More likely than you think! You various tricks and acts are a nice pass-time when he doesn’t feel like completing the mountain of paperwork stacked up on his desk. While you aren’t the most expressive person which may lead to some acts come off as dull, he finds amusement in how your personality contradicts your occupation.

⭑ A bit concerned when he spots you walking around the large ship without any supervision on multiple occasions, but it’s not his place to ask and you don’t look distressed or anything (not that you ever do.) However, he’ll order some cloud knights to keep a close eye on you just in case anyone were to try anything.

⭑ JING YUAN found out about your swordsmanship skills from Yanqing. It was when the young boy had returned from his training, utterly exhausted with his hair looking like had been attacked by a wind storm, that he is told about the teen with the feline features has some impressive swordsmanship.

⭑ That’s when his interest was piqued and he tries to interact with you. After performances he’ll give you some praise and ask how you’re doing. This, of course, makes you a bit nervous as this is the general of the luofu and here he his talking to you like you’re his kid,, so you do what you do best and hit him with one of your outlandish responses that makes him pause.

⭑ JING YUAN laughs thinking you’re pulling off one of your acts, but then you do it again and again and by the end of the interaction you have successfully made the general question if his age was getting to him.

⭑ Still, he will continue to praise you and ask how your day is after every performance, sometimes offering a game of starchess if you’re not too busy. His consistency is what gets you to trust him as he shows no ill-intent, especially after you grow closer to Yanqing behind the scenes as the boy constantly spars with you.

⭑ He doesn’t mind how frank and straightforward you can be. Like Aventurine, he’s worked with many different people and appreciates it. Your pokerface is also something he’ll praise you for as it’s very useful in combat and when playing against him.

⭑ When you open up about your past, JING YUAN can’t help the seed of anger that has been planted in him, and the more you share, the more that anger grows. He knows this world is cruel, but he had secretly hoped that it had been kinder to you. His relief is very evident on his features when you tell him that the man hadn’t been able to do anything relating to your body.

⭑ Will issue an order to a small group of cloud knights to find the man who had dared to put you through such a horrible experience. They won’t be the one to use him as a training target, however. That is for JING YUAN to enjoy. Oh, don’t mind him. Something important came up. Don’t worry, he’ll be back soon. You just enjoy your tea and sweets.

⭑ Speaking of tea and sweets, JING YUAN will always be down for tea time with youHe’ll try to clear at least a nice period in the afternoon to dedicate it to tea time with you. It becomes a tea party as Yanqing join you both sometimes. Takes tea time very seriously and will pause whatever he’s doing to attend. Clock strikes tea time? He’s leaving mid-conversation.

⭑ Cat naps!! It’s a big pile of you, him, mimi, and sometimes Yanqing, all curled up together and slumbering peacefully under the warm sun. He’ll use the excuse of keeping an eye on you when you’re napping just so he can nap as well. He indulges your cat instincts / traits a lot (sometimes you think he’s secretly a cat, too.)

⭑ Finds the fact that you’re very clumsy with machines very funny but also surprising. You’re so skilled with your blade and you perform such intricate acts and tricks that take years go master yet you struggle using a vacuum?? It’s a pretty bad case especially because the luofu is very mechanical-machinery reliant, so if anything randomly breaks, JING YUAN will just sigh as he knows it’s most likely you.

⭑ He won’t always be there to do the talking for you, but he’ll do his best. Plus, not many people will chat with you when the general is around. They’d either be too intimidated or just think it’s not in their place. If you ever wish to avoid social interaction, just stick next to him.

"Animals can also express their feelings. If you listen carefully, you can tell what state they are in. For a kitty, 'Meow~' means they are much happier than 'Meow meow meow!', and in that situation, you can pet them as much as you want and they won't run away."

"Hmm… is that so? Well, mimi makes more of a 'Meow… meow meow meow!' noise when I pet her. What emotion does that convey?"

⭑ This man does not interact with anyone, so how you two became close is still a mystery to the other stellaron hunters. Still, it’s clear that you both have some sort of bond that’s inseparable.

⭑ Missions with the both of you is just comfortable silence. The two of you are like the social outcasts of any setting. Well, at least the missions are completed swiftly. Most of the time, the third person of the mission doesn’t even have to do anything in the combat department. You both just slice and dice.

⭑ There is no doing the talking for each other because nobody talks to you both, anyways. People are too intimidated to talk to you both with how doll-esque you seem and how scary he is. You both are social interaction repellents and it can be a bit annoying for some, but people like Silver Wolf love it.

⭑ You both bond over not being the best with technology and machinery. You both never rarely use your phones and therefore are victims of having your phones used by other people. You both really couldn’t care less.

⭑ BLADE will watch your performances whenever he isn’t busy with missions. If you want him to help you, it’ll take a bit of convincing, especially if it involves you being in enclosures like being in a glass box with water or something. During dangerous tricks like those he’s very focused so nothing bad happens. Would prefer if he was the one at risk instead of you,,,

⭑ If you want to spar with him, he’ll be hesitant. Yes, you’re good with your sword, but he’s much much more skilled and he’s worried he’ll accidentally hurt you. He’l mentor you, however. Teaching is fine, but sparring is a big nono.

⭑ Doesn’t really care much for your feline features. BLADE has seen a lot of hybrids in his time so yours are not a shocker. He’ll be considerate of any boundaries and will make sure people don’t touch your ears or tail of course, but he won’t treat you any differently than any other person.

⭑ Will drink tea with you occasionally but he won’t eat the sweet treats. Likes tea himself, so he’ll enjoy your little tea times. He’ll bring back new types of teas you have yet to try during missions. If he’s going back to the planet or if it’s nearby and you liked a specific type, he’ll buy it again in larger portions so you can drink as much as you want.

⭑ Opening up to him is like talking to a wall. He looks stoic as always on the outside but trust that on the inside he has already thought of over 100 ways to make that man’s life a living hell. Like Jing Yuan, he knows the world is cruel. He will simply be crueler. Doesn’t take long for him to find the man who had bought you, and that day Blade’s bounty is soaring with how big the increase is.

⭑ Not the best with comforting others but if you’re having a bad day because of the memories or feel icky or something BLADE will make sure everyone gives you space and lets you have your you time. Will prepare tea and a snack for you, too.

"I used to think that the golden sun and dark shadows of the night could never understand one another. But in you, I see a kind of strange complexity that has needlessly piqued my curiosity..."

"…mmn.."

⭑ Another one that attends your shows! The news of a rising feline-featured performed piqued his interest, and so on opening night for your first show he could be seen seated in the spectator seats up top.

⭑ Really enjoys how your stoic demeanor balances your dramatic acts. While he knows your lack of enthusiasm isn’t the most encouraging for people to return or interact, he appreciates how different it is from the other over the top performers that litter penacony. SUNDAY soon becomes a regular at your shows.

⭑ It was you who came up to him first. You simply wanted to thank him for his consistent attendance and constant support, but he soon swept you int conversation and no matter how many odd and bizarre responses you gave him, he always managed to adjust to keep the conversation going. You cannot win with him.

⭑ These back-stage / after-show conversations soon become almost as frequent as his attendance to your performances. Also, his frequent attendance does not go unnoticed and when news of the head of the oak family being seen during almost every performance goes viral your popularity skyrockets.

⭑ Have you ever thought of security work as a side-occupation? It was when SUNDAY was escorting you to call a taxi that he saw your swordsmanship in action. Your theatre borders some dangerous territory, but memes were usually taken care of. He now knew who dealt with him as he watched you obliterate the ones that appeared. It reassures him knowing that you can take care of yourself.

⭑ Everyone in his residence knows how serious tea time is. Servants are rushing around in the kitchens trying to prepare the perfect sweets and snacks. To prepare the tea just the way you both like it, hot enough for SUNDAY but cool enough for you. The poor servants’ stress levels are always through the roof when it’s tea time preparation, and you are blissfully unaware of it all. By the time you’re in sunday’s office or lounge, everything has already been prepared.

⭑ Just like you are intrigued by SUNDAY’s halovian features, he is intrigued by your feline features. When you both are close enough, he’ll let you preen his wings and you’ll let him groom your ears and tail. He’s much more fussy with you, however. The second he spots a stray strand of fur in his office, he’s demanding your presence so he can get rid of the rest of the loose fur. He’ll get even more fussy before your performances and will always do last-minute checks before you’re out on stage.

⭑ Another one that appreciates your honesty and how you always cut straight to the point. Can always rely on you to tell him what he needs when he needs it. Also, your attention to detail is very useful and sometimes he’ll ask of you to focus on certain people during a show and report back to him.

⭑ The second you begin to open up about your past, SUNDAY is right beside you reassuring you to take it slow especially when you tell him about the man you were sold to. He’s pissed, rightfully so, but during the moment he’s supportive and makes sure to make it very clear that you are not anything negative you say about yourself should you do so.

⭑ SUNDAY is very good at interrogations, and with THEIR ability he’ll know if that wretched scum lies to him. There is no justifying, there is no 'the past is past' — there is no redemption. Once the man admits all he has done, he will be rid of. Vanished off the face of the cosmos. Nobody will know anything about him.

⭑ He’ll help you practice for performances, but he won’t go up on stage with you. He’d rather watch from afar as he doesn’t want to steal the spotlight from you. Your show nights are all about you, and he’ll make sure of it. There will be no disturbances and no casualties.

⭑ Funds all of your performances. Buys you any and all equipment you want and need. Want to expand your theatre? Done and without any charge. SUNDAY is your number one supporter and defender !!

⭑ He doesn’t mind doing the talking for you, but he’ll try and encourage you to talk for yourself. It would do you good to indulge in some small talk and conversation every once in a while! But if you insist you don’t want to and just want to be left alone without conversation, he’ll understand and drop it.

"After the sun goes down, the desires hidden in people's hearts will rise to the surface... I mean— evening shows are spectacular. Should I reserve a ticket for you?"

"Ahaha, yes, please do reserve a ticket."

⭑ Was creeped out the moment he met you. You were so still and expressionless that he thought you were a doll until you suddenly rushed forward and beat ass. If he had a heart it would’ve definitely stopped.

⭑ BOOTHILL couldn’t deny your swordsmanship was praiseworthy, however. Your agility, your sharp cuts, everything about it was impressive for someone your age. He tried to praise you but you gave him that stoic look and blurted out the most random sentence he’s heard and walked away leaving him dazed.

⭑ It doesn’t matter if your shows are expensive or not, BOOTHILL WILL get himself a ticket just to be able to figure out what it is with you. Also, because the idea of your dull expressionless self doing magic tricks had him doubling over in laughter. However, he was surprised at how professional you were with every act and trick.

⭑ Managed to sneak backstage and looked around for you only to find you gone. Was disappointed because he really did want to praise you for your skill— well, now skills. And maybe wanted to know who the hell trained you and how you were so good for a teenager.  Oh well, there was always the next show.

⭑ Or, there was always that same night. Saving you from some creepy men who were trying to do Aeons know what was all it took for you to glue yourself to him and use him as your meat shield. Not that BOOTHILL minded, it was kinda of in his job description and his morals to protect innocent people, especially when they were on the younger side.

⭑ He’s still a bit creeped out by how you’re so.. doll. You follow him around like a reserved duckling. And it’s not just following him around until the end of his stay — no, he literally finds you grabbing onto his jacket as he makes his way to leave to complete another bounty. There’s no getting rid of you and he’s accepted that.

⭑ He’ll definitely tease you about your feline features and behaviors. Calls you a clingy cat and will buy you cat toys as jokes. If you get upset, he’ll quickly apologize and make it up to you by taking you to your favorite seafood restaurant and letting you get whatever you want. If you don’t mind the jokes, then you’ll have a pile of cat toys that grows with each month!

⭑ Didn’t understand why you’d always stand in the corner of his mechanic’s shop when he was getting upgrades or repaired. He though it was just some teenage shyness but then one night he watched you blow up a literal vacuum. Terrified of you messing with his wires while he’s asleep charging. He tried to help, but gave up and backed away when you proceeded to fry your phone because it overheated.

⭑ Finds it absolutely hilarious when you’re interacting with people. Whether it’s your brutal honesty when talking to others or just one of your flabbergasting sentences to get them to leave you alone, it’s all comedic gold to him. Until it’s targeted at him,,, then uhm,,, yeah,,, okay maybe it’s a bit funny but still,,,,,

⭑ BOOTHILL knows he can come off as intimidating, and he’ll use it to his advantage if you don’t want anyone to talk to you. If someone tries to push it, they’ll have a nice revolver in their face and a protective cyborg ready to shoot at any moment should they push it even more.

⭑ When you open up to him about your past, all he can feel is rage — so much so that his internal fans are whirring to cool him down. He immediately asks you if you remember his name, his appearance, anything. He’ll also comfort you if you feel bad or feel like it’s your fault, which it definitely isn’t.

⭑ Oh sorry, he just got a new bounty you can’t go on. It’s just too dangerous! Don’t worry, you stay and spend all his money like some spoiled teen if you want. He’ll be back soon, you just relax and have a little you time!!

⭑ Would love to take part in your performances. He’s cautious if he’s on stage, however, and will probably use a disguise so nobody notices him since he is a wanted man, after all. He doesn’t want to risk your safety because of his status. He has yet to find out you also have a rising bounty on your head because you’ve been spotted numerous times with him.

⭑ BOOTHILL doesn’t mind your little tea time as long as it doesn’t get in the way of important bounties and dangerous missions. Even if it does, he’ll just tell you to maybe change your schedule? He’ll take you to a nice tea shop to make up for it but please focus on the bounty so it can be over with and you’ll be safe,,,

⭑ Really wants to know how you do that teacup card trick,,,

"I'm not accustomed to expressing myself, but I consider myself a good listener. If you have any troubles, tell me. I'll guard your secrets."

"I don’t doubt ya, kid."

⭑ DAN HENG initially did not expect you to trust anyone quickly when you first joined the express. It takes one to know one, but he can tell rather quickly that you were cautious of everyone despite your poker face. He doesn’t talk too much with you, not that he gets the chance as you give your weird replies to everyone who tries to talk to you.

⭑ He doesn’t realize that you inviting him for tea time in your room is a privilege only he has until March complains about your 'favoritism'. He’ll ask you about it and you’ll confirm it. He won’t ask why but it’s nice to know you trust him more than anyone else.

⭑ You both are social outcasts 2.0. He’ll do most of the talking for you both, but if anyone else from the crew is present, especially March, then they’ll do the talking for you both. He’s also the only one to understand your random response and to this day nobody knows how he does it.

⭑ Just like he needs to tend to his vidyadhara traits, you need to tend to your feline ones. Doesn’t mind if you randomly start shedding but will get a bit bothered if you leave your shedded fur around in the archives. If it gets to much he’ll sit you down and comb through your tail and ears’ fur himself. Also, if you’re comfortable with it, please put in some data about your avatism in the archives.

⭑ DAN HENG doesn’t seem all that enthusiastic during your performances, but he does enjoy them. He’ll clap and give some words of encouragement, but he’s not full on beaming. He just doesn’t know how to properly show his support physically so he’ll show it with praise and giving you trinkets and things he thinks you would or could use.

⭑ Also doesn’t mind helping you with acts and performances, and it’s funny how the both of you have this deadpan poker face while doing the most dramatic over the top jaw dropping trick. You both have a bit of a reputation on some planets that you’ve publicly performed during free time on missions,,

⭑ DAN HENG, like Blade, isn’t the best at comforting people — he can barely comfort himself. He’s a bit emotionally awkward. Still, he’ll try his best to comfort you as you open up to him about your past. He’s upset, but never at you. He’ll pat your back comfortingly or let you hug him.

⭑ If there’s ever a mission where he lays eyes on that man should he still be alive, DAN HENG will act on your behalf. He just needs to keep his skills sharp, that’s all. WORLD CLEANSING DRAGON—

⭑ If you have nightmares, you’re always free to sleep next to him in the archives. He knows how bad nightmares can be as someone who has suffered from them, and if you get embarrassed because you think it’s childish due to your age, he’ll pretend to still be asleep when you enter his room late to snuggle next to him.

⭑ Your clumsiness with technology and machinery genuinely concerns him. He’ll try to keep as little tech in your room as possible and will supervise you whenever you do literally anything with objects of the sort so you don’t hurt yourself or anyone around.

⭑ There’s a lot of things DAN HENG doesn’t realize he’s doing unless someone points it out. How he orders dishes that have some fish in them so he can give them to you, how he always makes sure your tea is cool enough for your sensitive tongue, how he know when you’re upset or not just from your ears.

⭑ Doesn’t mind sparring with you, but he’ll go easy on you. If you want him to mentor you, he’ll take it very seriously. He wants to make sure that you’ll be able to defend yourself should anything happen. Yes, he knows your swordsmanship is impressive for your age, but he also knows that impressive does not equal safety every time. He may be a bit strict, but it’s for your wellbeing so please don’t get upset.

"Go to sleep, I still have some loose ends to tie up from work today... I still have to fix the vacuum cleaner I broke.."

"That’s the third one this month.."

⭑ Was a bit surprised when he entered his lecture to find a feline-featured teenager sitting front row staring at him with a dead look. Was a bit creeped out, but whatever. He was fully expecting you to drop out after the first class.

⭑ Was surprised once again when you showed up for the next lecture. And the one after and after and after. Not to mention you were diligent and observant. You noticed a lot of things and after you two grew close, he’s a bit intimidated by how much you know and notice.

⭑ Some of the other students hate you for it bcs you can easily snitch on them if he ever asked you to. They can never say anything about it because you either ignore them or VERITAS steps in and scolds them.

⭑ You’re like a therapy cat for him but not in a weird way. If you let him, VERITAS will study your case of avatism. With how cat-like you behave, he’ll do some tests like scratching your ears and petting you. Would also see your reaction to cat toys. Now, why do I say therapy cat? Because your purring calms him down always. Also you make him feel like a cat dad.

⭑ He’ll get annoyed if you freely shed all around. Will scold you every time and then expect you to groom yourself properly. If you don’t he’ll get all huffy and frustrated as he does it himself but he really doesn’t mind. He just puts up an act.

⭑ You both are a scary duo. Some people think you’ve gotten your frank and brutal tongue from VERITAS, but you were like that since young. Still, many firmly believe you got it from him. You needn’t worry about unecessary conversation — people are too scared either you or him will rip them a new one for even looking at you. (exaggeration)

⭑ And while many are intimidated and scared of you, getting easily offended at your lack of sugarcoated words, VERITAS appreciates how blunt you can be. Will tell other people to be like you and doesn’t care if they get offended LMFAO

⭑ Probably the one on this list that’s the biggest enjoyer of tea time. You’ll be working on your assignments and be’ll be grading others’ assignments while enjoying sweet snacks and tea. Either that, you both sit in comfortable silence, or you’re dropping all the latest gossip you’ve heard and things you’ve noticed about your classmates that he hasn’t.

⭑ Contrary to the popular belief of his students, VERITAS finds himself enjoying your magic tricks and performances. It takes skill to do what you do, and he has to give credit where it’s due. He won’t really help during your acts, but he’ll give his input and ideas on how to improve like a better angle or quicker actions.

⭑ Also, VERITAS would encourage you to better cultivate your swordsmanship! I’d like to think he has connections, so he’ll find you someone if you want a mentor. If not, then that’s fine too. He’ll remind you everyday to go train for at least an hour. He won’t force you if you don’t feel like it, of course. As long as you’re with him, he’ll be able to protect you anyways.

⭑ Also one of the not-so-good comforters on the list when you open up about your past. So instead, he’ll brutally degrade the man you were sold to until you feel better. He’s trying his best, please understand that. He’ll give you an awkward pet to the head to top it all off.

⭑ I feel like VERITAS wouldn’t do anything to the man physically. Instead, he’ll care for your skills and enhance them until you’re known across the cosmos. Be it as a scholar, a sword fighter, a performer, or something else. Because in his eyes, that’s the best revenge.

⭑ Should that man still be alive, he will see that the one he saw as nothing but a toy to use is now one of the brightest stars in the cosmos, known all throughout while he is rotting away like the scum bastard he is.

⭑ Now, VERITAS is very prideful with his favorite and best student and he supports you, but,,,, but what is this,,,,, how are you so horrible with technology and machinery???? Were you born yesterday??

⭑ Like Dan Heng, he’ll supervise you whenever you’re using anything that has tech and/or machinery in it. Almost got a heart attack when he saw you tinkering with something that piqued your interest on Herta’s space station — VERITAS genuinely thought you’d bring the end of the station by blowing it up.

⭑ Would implement things in divergent universe (domain based off of tea time, occurrence, etc.) that relates to you and he wouldn’t even realize it until Screwllum points it out to which he denies.

"Making tea looks simple on the surface, but it is actually quite complex. The quality of the tea leaves, the temperature of the water, the number of times to add water... Only when every variable is properly controlled can tea of the purest taste be brewed. Would you like a cup?"

"You truly are passionate in the art of tea making, hm? But, yes, I would like a cup."

Can I ask a boothill with an adopted child/teen reader that's hps (hyper sensitive) and also has parental trauma

(You don't have to do this if you feel uncomfortable 🐧)

ノstar .ᐟ ʚɞ

୨୧ No matter that love's gone, We just see it shining. We've traveled very far, I'll keep a leftover light burning. So you can keep looking up, Isn't that worth holding on? — star, mitski.

boothill & gender neutral reader. platonic | wc: 1.6k

tags/warnings: decided to go with hc's for this one since I didn't know how to write it in fic format T_T. teen reader, reader is a galaxy ranger and really well versed in technology. they can fight pretty well, reader also hates the ipc. boothill is a bad influence. mentioned child abuse, child neglect, reader has a "mom" and acts a little like blade when near her, erm character death (not reader or boothill)

notes: aaaa sorry that this is so late! Hopefully, this is what you meant by "hypersensitive." If not, then just let me know, and I'll change it, ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

— The two of you met when you were beating up some IPC goons on a planet that they had recently wanted to take over. You had been there gathering materials to set sail to your next destination, you were on the hunt for a certain IPC employee. One who you once knew.

— You couldn't just stand back and watch those IPC scum send that planet into spiraling chaos. So, of course, you beat them up without breaking a sweat. That's where Boothill had found you, he was impressed that someone so young had such skill in combat.

↳ You huffed as the remaining IPC personnel ran away with their tails between their legs. A slow sound of applause came from behind you, causing you to turn around, a deadpan evident on your face. You were met with a man with dual colored hair and what seemed to be a metal body, “I'm not gonna lie, you've got skills, kid.” He had said, a smirk on his face.

— Once the both of you got to talking, he found out you were also a galaxy ranger and that you also absolutely hated the IPC, you both really had many things in common. You had asked him for help in getting to your destination and he agreed pretty easily, claiming that he had “some time to spare”

— Although you had spent little time together, you felt comfortable around him, he never pushed your boundaries or forced you to do things you didn't want to. Boothill’s vocabulary surprised you, instead of cursing normally his words were censored. You would have offered to try to fix his synesthesia beacon, but just the thought of touching someone made your skin crawl. The ghostly touches of people who you once considered family etched onto your skin.

— Once it came to part ways, you didn't want to do so. You shyly admitted to Boothill that the thought of not seeing him scared you a tad bit. He looked surprised but then gave you a bright smile and told you that you could join him on his adventures, and so a strong bond between the both of you was born.

— When Boothill infiltrated the IPC headquarters you're the one who hacked into their system. With your experience, it was relatively easy, although Boothill would not let you go inside with him. He couldn't risk putting you in danger, even though he knows you can put up a fight.

— When the both of you escaped the headquarters after causing absolute chaos, Boothill brought his hand up to your head as he tried to ruffle your hair. He was surprised and slightly hurt when you tensed up and quickly moved out of the way.

— Boothill thought he had made you scared of him somehow, even though you had no reason to be afraid. You noticed his downcast expression and you quickly told him that he did nothing wrong, it was just…

↳ Your heart pounded in your chest, your hands were sweating. You reached up and gripped a strand of your hair in your hand as a sheepish expression painted your face. “I'm not the best with physical touch,” You blurted out, albeit bluntly. “Whenever someone touches me — even if it's just a brush of their fingers, it feels like needles are being stuck into my skin” You huffed, clenching your fist and your eyes downcast. Boothill's expression softened, his once frown lifting into an understanding smile. “Thanks for telling me, bud.” He nodded, his fingers twitching at his side, as if wanting to reach out to you. Yet he respected your space and refrained from doing so.

— Now that Boothill knew about your hypersensitivity he made no attempts to touch you, preferring to give you gifts instead. Whenever you do something that makes him proud as a father would a child; he takes you out to get your favorite food as a treat. Of course verbal encouragement is also a thing he does, giving you a “I'm proud of ya’ kid!” and a pointy grin.

— It's canon Boothill is pretty wealthy from all of those bounties that he hunts and he doesn't exactly know what to do with it. So he definitely spoils you at every chance he gets. Want a nice Keychain you saw in a shop? He's handing it to you right now. How about a nice piece of clothing or a cultural food from the planet that you're visiting? He's got the clothing in a bag and is urging you to try the food.

— Even though you both have your moments of happiness, the both of you still have purposes you stick to. You had gotten a lead on where that person was and you were going to do everything to catch up to them and make them get what they deserved.

↳ “You.” You hissed walking towards the woman in an IPC uniform, kicking another unconscious employee away. You gripped your weapon tightly in your hand, the woman widened her eyes in terror at your sudden appearance, she fell on her bottom, scooting away from you as you approached her. As she backed away she didn't go far, her back hitting a wall not too long after. Your unhurried footsteps resonated through her ears, making her breath pick up as she clutched the dirt underneath her in an attempt to ground herself.

You stopped in front of her, eyes full of unbridled anger. “(N-name)?!” She squeaked, putting a hand out infront of her to reach out to you. “What are.. how are you-” She was cut off as the back of your weapon slapped her intruding hand away. “You don't get to say my name.” You glared at her, your tone icy cold and unforgiving. She tried to speak once more but was once again cut off, “You left me to die! If it wasn't for my quick thinking, I would have been dead by now!” You said in a firm tone and pointed your weapon straight at her, leaving her no room to move or else you would attack.

The woman tensed up and a bead of sweat ran down the side of her cheek, “Honey… I had no choice! You would only weigh me down, you have to understand!” She had the gall to call you “honey” this woman no longer had the honor of doing so. The words stung, even though you no longer felt any affection for her… they brought back memories that you would rather forget. You clenched your teeth and watched as she rambled on and on about how “it was for your own good” and that “you should try to understand her situation” before she would get another word out, you sound your weapon, officially slicing her throat.

The blood splattered onto your stoic face, you watch as she choked on her own blood, eyes wide and filled with panic as if her life was flashing before her eyes… you hope it hurts.

A set of footsteps came from behind you, judging by the jingling of metal and their heavy footsteps you could tell who it was. You reluctantly turned around to meet Boothill's concerned gaze, “Er.. ya’ okay kiddo?” He scratched the side of his face as he pointed out the tears that prickled at the corner of your eyes. You stared at the ground and slowly nodded “I don't entirely hate her, but she didn't deserve to know that… even in her last moment” You muttered as more salty tears filled your vision.

— You and Boothill headed back to your ship, all while you were still occasionally shedding tears. Boothill, seeing the state you were in, offered you a warm, fluffy blanket and a warm drink; hot chocolate.

↳ You sniffled and held the blanket that was over your shoulders to your chest. You were sat on a cushion on the floor of yours and Boothill’s ship, knees tucked towards your chest in an attempt to stop yourself from crying. “Heya kiddo, I got ya’ some hot chocolate…” Boohill plopped down next to you on a matching cushion and held out the mug that was in his robotic hand. His hand was placed below the mug so when you reached to get it, you both wouldn't accidentally brush fingers.

The both of you sat in a pregnant silence and you occasionally sipping on the warm drink provided to you. Boothill stared at you from the corner of his eye, your gaze was focused on the window, giving you the view of the vast space. “She was my mother, you know” You suddenly broke the silence with your blunt words, Boothill’s eyes widened a significant amount, yet you continued.

“Even though she claimed to love me, her actions hurt and her words even more.” You put your mug down beside you and snuggled further into the blanket. The cyborg's face softened into something different, almost sad, distraught. His teeth clenched in anger at the thought of you being hurt by that woman, something ugly bloomed in his mechanical chest.

“But now she's gone,” Boothill started, making you turn your head to look at him with a surprised expression. “She can't hurt you anymore nor anyone, not when I'm around” He grinned, his shark-like teeth out on display. Something in your chest felt warm, it was different but not unpleasant. You offered Boothill a small smile then took a deep breath and raised your pinky up, “Pinky promise?” your voice a bit shaky, but your eyes were filled with determination.

Boothill slowly brought his pinky up, gently intertwining it with yours. They were barely touching but it was progress, “Promise.” The cyborg nodded firmly.

Tears pricked at you eyes, not in sadness nor anger, but relief.

“Thank you.”

A TIME TO UNWIND

summary: to which aventurine was promised by topaz to look out the teenage girl at all costs, and aventurine dismissed her as he assures her that he's a lot capable than she thinks. it should be a piece of cake for him after all.

pairing: aventurine, topaz. . . hsr (all pairs are strictly platonic)

genre: worrisome aunt! topaz & laidback uncle! aventurine x awkward teenager! niece, mentions of dr ratio, uncle & niece bonding, mentions of injury, slight jealousy from the reader, arguments.

note: wahahahaha, welcome to thee third part of the fic, hope u prepare something to cling on for dear life for this fic hehe, anyways enjoy!! also thank you for @r0s3ll3 giving me the idea about adding jingyuan and yanqing for the fic <33

special mentions: @azreilrain @prettyrei-rei @nekojovichuu @pandaquick @reiluvr @r0s3ll3 @decaf-nosebleed @valssafeplace2 @nevulaa @primrosechronicles @sylockk-m0ndsch3in @gamekillera @reiluvr @cupidofhearts @cncreams @shidouera

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Hours had passed since they had set out on their journey, their destination looming in the distance. Many staff members were busy identifying possible threats and strategizing the best course of action while awaiting their superiors' commands.

Everyone was silent on the ship; the tension was palpable as they prepared for what lay ahead. The only sound was the hum of the engines as they continued to head forward, united in their determination to succeed.

Aventurine glanced at the young girl beside him, her head resting on his shoulder as she slept soundly, a peaceful expression on her face. An hour ago, he insisted on letting [Y/N] rest on his shoulder, but the poor girl was too shy to accept at first. However, exhaustion eventually overcame her, and she drifted off to sleep, trusting him to keep her safe during the flight.

He's not surprised that none of the crew members dared to speak about the display of vulnerability. Their mouths were sealed shut upon noticing the icy stare from their superior, silently ordering them to focus on their tasks and not disturb the peaceful moment between him and [Y/N].

"That's right, keep your focus on the task at hand," he said intimidatingly, his voice low and threatening. "We have a mission to complete, and distractions will not be tolerated." The crew members quickly stiffened, realizing that any slip-up could result in severe consequences.

With amusement, Topaz shook her head at the crew's fear of their superior and watched the scene, silently laughing to herself as she gently petted her beloved companion, Numby, in her lap.

She whispered under her breath, "He's a softie for the kid." Her gaze moved from Aventurine to Numby, who squeaked in agreement.

A substantial amount of time had slipped by as their destination loomed closer, and Topaz commanded the crew to prepare for entering the gigantic ship with the utmost precision and focus. The crew members snapped to attention as they simultaneously nodded in understanding.

It opened its massive doors with a low rumble, revealing a pathway inside lined with intricate designs and glowing lights that beckoned them forward.

As they entered the gigantic ship, they were greeted by a beautiful cityscape with bustling streets and towering buildings that seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky.

Even though Topaz had numerous visits to the Xianzhou Luofu, this one was always impressed with its advanced technology and stunning architecture. The natives can be seen going about their daily lives, seemingly unfazed by the presence of the newcomers.

In the meantime, Aventurine wakes the young girl from her sleep by placing his finger beneath her nose, tickling her awake with a mischievous grin. "Wake up if you don't want to miss out on exploring this incredible city," he whispered playfully.

He enjoys the way she yawns and stirs ever so slightly, her eyes squeezed shut until she opens them, her expression a mixture of bewilderment and tiredness. He stifled a laugh when she noticed a slight drool stain on her cheek, much to the young girl's bafflement.

Then realization dawned upon her when she fell asleep on Aventurine's shoulder subconsciously during their flight to the city. She quickly wiped off the drool with the back of her hand as she sat up, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Sorry about that," she mumbled sheepishly.

Aventurine was taken aback at first, but then he chuckled softly, reassuring her that it was no bother at all and offering a pat on her head as a gesture of comfort, which the girl slightly tensed at before relaxing into the gentle touch.

His touch is much more comforting than she had expected, unlike the rough and calloused hands of her father that she was used to. Her expression eased; it feels nice.

He stood up from his seat and fixed his rumpled shirt; his eyes turned serious, as did his expression. "We're almost there," he said with a sly smile, his one filled with a sense of anticipation while looking out the window at the approaching city skyline.

The ship soon landed with a gentle thud, signaling their arrival at their destination. With a whoosh, the door opened, and several troopers immediately emerged in a prearranged formation.

Topaz and Aventurine soon followed, stepping out onto the platform with a confident stride, ready to face whatever awaited them in the bustling city ahead. Meanwhile, [Y/N] looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of the beautiful locale with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Based on the tall buildings and bustling streets that surround them, this must be the Central Star Skiff Haven. From what she had heard from her friend, it was a vibrant hub of activity, filled with traders, travelers, and all manner of beings from across the galaxy.

The Palace of Astrum is the heart of the city, a majestic structure that stands tall in the center, beckoning visitors with its grandeur and history. It was said to be a place of great importance, where important decisions were made and legends were born. Though she had not seen it in person before, her friend gave her a sketch of it.

She recalled that the place was just a headquarters for the ruling council of the Luofu's Sky-Faring Commission, where pilots and navigators gathered to discuss trade routes, navigate through the stars, and ensure the smooth operation of the galaxy's transportation network.

Abruptly, she halted her steps, and the others followed suit. In the distance, a beautiful young Foxian woman stood at the entrance, welcoming them warmly.

"Welcome, benefactors. We have been eagerly awaiting your arrival," she said, her voice soft and welcoming. She softly fanned herself with a beautifully designed fan, her tails swaying gracefully behind her.

Topaz walked past her troops to approach her, intrigued by her presence and the air of mystery surrounding her. "Thank you for your warm welcome, Miss Tingyun," Topaz replied as she shared a warm smile with the Foxian woman. "Shall we proceed to business?" she added.

Miss Tingyun nodded gracefully, leading the way into the grand building where the negotiations would take place. The two women continued to chat amicably as they walked, their conversation filled with mutual respect and curiosity.

Behind them, the young girl slightly tilted her head in curiosity, wondering what secrets and alliances were being formed in their midst. Her eyes drifted to the Foxian lady, observing her elegant demeanor and the air of intrigue that seemed to surround her.

She is aware of the Foxian species and their reputation for cunning and intelligence. They are effortlessly assimilated into the human race due to their ability to blend in seamlessly. Yet, a difference in their lifespans and their unique abilities sets them apart from humans.

Wow, the young girl thought to herself. There's so much to learn about the world beyond what meets the eye. To think this is her first time visiting another planet and involving herself in intergalactic affairs without the constant pestering from her father and having to breathe in the same air as him.

Her mind paused for a moment. Of course, her adoptive father... The mere mention of him brought her heart to a halt, a mix of emotions swirling within her. The last thing she saw was his chilling gaze and firm grip.

[Y/N] subsciously touched her wrist, where the bruise from his grip still lingered. Her cries for him to stop were faint, and she could hear them in her head. It's scary to think about how much control he had over her, even in her thoughts.

She shook her head, trying to push away the memories that threatened to consume her. Despite the passage of time, the trauma of that moment still haunts her. The fear of his presence lingered like a shadow over her.

Can her safety at home be guaranteed? The chances are scarily low.

Gosh, she doesn't want to think about it anymore; it'll only make her feel more helpless and vulnerable. Sentimentality makes her feel weak, and she doesn't want it to hold her back.

When she was almost at the headquarters, [Y/N] straightened her face and huffed through her nose, posing a facade of well-behaved composure. Her eyes drifted to the tall building looming in front of her, and her breath hitched at how exquisite and imposing it looked against the sky.

Topaz was told by Tingyun to go inside the headquarters so she could meet with Madam Yukong, the Helm Master. However, the said woman excused herself for a moment to give instructions to her troops to avoid further incidents, to which Tingyun nodded in understanding.

While Topaz was busy giving orders to the troops, both Aventurine and [Y/N] watched from a distance.

"Shouldn't you be with Miss Topaz, Mister Aventurine?" The young girl asked , noticing his absence by her side. Aventurine simply smiled and replied, "She's more than capable on her own; I trust her judgment."

[Y/N] just nodded, her lips tightly pursed. Though she noticed Topaz approaching them both, her serious expression never wavered. Topaz stopped in front of them, her gaze shifting between Aventurine and [Y/N]. "While I am gone, I better not catch any either of you in trouble. Especially you, [Y/N]," she stated firmly, her eyes locking at the nervous young girl.

Aventurine grinned and gave a reassuring pat on [Y/N]'s shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll be on our best behavior." Topaz raised an eyebrow skeptically before she made another remark. "If something bad happens to the kid, I'll hold you responsible," she warned, her tone serious. Aventurine nodded, dismissing her warning with a confident smile. With a final nod, Topaz turned and walked away, leaving Aventurine and [Y/N] to their own devices.

Aventurine turned to face the young girl and started to walk forward, gesturing for her to follow him. As obedient as she was, [Y/N] followed closely behind as she looked around the unfamiliar surroundings with curiosity and a hint of nervousness.

The walk was silent but not uncomfortable for either of them, as Aventurine seemed focused on the task at hand and [Y/N] was content to observe her surroundings. They both walked down the stairs together.

Aventurine moved backward to walk beside [Y/N], offering a boyish smile. He felt uneasy about not having the kid in his direct line of sight; danger could be lurking around any corner.

Meanwhile, the young girl reciprocated the smile and held onto the railings tightly as they descended deeper, oblivious to the unease creeping up on Aventurine.

A busy street was soon in their sights after they had both crossed a bridge. [Y/N] widened her eyes in amazement at the bustling activity below, while Aventurine smiled at her reaction, pleased to see her enjoying the new experience.

"Well, where do you want to start?" Aventurine asked, looking at [Y/N] with anticipation in his eyes and his hand on his hip as he waited for a response. "Pick a place; I don't mind." He shrugged.

The young girl nervously looked around the bustling street, trying to find a suitable starting point for their trip. "How about we check out that food stall over there?" she suggested, pointing to a colorful stand selling various street foods.

Aventurine hummed in uncertainly, raising a brow as he considered the suggestion. "Sure, why not? Let's start with a snack," he agreed, leading the way towards the food stall with a smile.

The woman greeted the pair with a warm smile, offering samples of their best-selling items. However, Aventurine refused politely, as he wasn't hungry in the first place.

When [Y/N] bit into a Songlotus Cake, she was surprised to hear the crisp make a laughing noise, even though she had graciously accepted the samples.

The woman chuckled and explained that the cakes were enchanted to bring delight to those who ate them. It is also used to tease outlanders about the local customs and traditions.

"Do you want one?" Aventurine asked, glancing at [Y/N] with an anticipatory expression while slowly reaching out his wallet from his pocket.

Initially a little apprehensive, [Y/N] nodded and took the offer.

"Call me "Uncle" first," Aventurine teased, causing [Y/N] to quietly whine in mock protest.

"Eh? Don't be shy; just call me Uncle Aventurine," he insisted with a playful grin. [Y/N] rolled their eyes but couldn't help but smile at his jovial nature.

Though she's too shy to admit it out loud, "Alright, Uncle Aventurine," [Y/N] finally said, causing him to chuckle in response. "See? Wasn't that hard?" he replied, handing her a delicious local treat and paying the vendor a generous amount of credit, much to the vendor's surprise.

The young girl pouted at him, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude for his kindness. "Thank you, Uncle Aventurine," she said softly.

He ruffled her hair affectionately, making her feel flustered. "Anytime, kiddo," he said coolly.

The man tilted his head to the side and waved his hand, saying, "How about we find a nice spot to unwind?"

The young girl, who was busy chewing her treat, nodded in agreement before taking another bite of the delicious treat.

Aventurine silently laughed to himself as he saw the resemblance of a chipmunk stuffing its cheeks with food in her actions. Now, where to head for a peaceful afternoon escape? He thought to himself.

With the crowd dwindling, he motioned to the young girl once more to follow him. He glanced to see if she was trailing behind him.

It was painful dealing with the crowd. Many people had accidentally bumped into them as some of the citizens dared to curse under their breath at the inconvenience, causing frustration to rise within him. He occasionally glanced at [Y/N] to see if she was still keeping up, making sure she wasn't lost in the sea of people.

He soon located some chairs and a table accompanied by an umbrella nearby, and he ushered [Y/N] to take a seat. He gently pushed the girl towards the chair, making sure she sat comfortably before taking a seat himself.

Aventurine let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head in disbelief as he slumped down into his chair. He chuckled and remarked, "Gosh, what a crowd."

[Y/N] nodded in agreement, a small smile playing on her lips. She placed the wrapper on the table and leaned back in her chair, taking in the bustling atmosphere around them.

Aventurine glanced at her and asked, "Are you enjoying yourself so far?"

The young girl nodded as her smile widened and her eyes drifted to the sea of people in the bustling streets. She's becoming more comfortable in the lively setting without worrying about her problems, her mind momentarily free from stress and anxiety.

"Better than staying in such a cramped place alone, that's for sure," Aventurine replied with a smirk, his head leaning to his palm as he observed her relaxed expression quickly turning into a look of shock.

His teasing remark went unanswered by [Y/N], who preferred to focus on the throng of people with a neutral expression. She doesn't need a hint as to what Aventurine was referring to.

Aventurine, aware of [Y/N]'s internal turmoil or perhaps simply indifferent, pressed on. "I mean, with a dad like Dr. Ratio, I wouldn't blame you for wanting to escape. Not exactly Father of the Year material, huh?"

[Y/N] shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes darting around the crowded room as she tried to ignore Aventurine's pointed comments about her father. While she couldn't deny the truth in some of Aventurine's words, the thought of her father being criticized, even in jest, struck a chord deep within her.

[Y/N] clenched her fists, a mixture of irritation and hurt swirling inside her. Yes, her relationship was strained, and yes, her father had his flaws, but he was still her dad. Despite the neglect and emotional distance, she couldn't help but love him.

"You think this is funny?" [Y/N] snapped, her voice laced with frustration. "Mocking my father like that?"

Aventurine, taken aback by [Y/N]'s sudden intensity, furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief. Is she seriously defending her father like this? This same girl before him, who had always been mistreated by her adoptive father, later cries about it, and now she dares to defend him?

What kind of twisted loyalty is this?

"What? I'm just stating the truth," he replied, his tone defensive.

"That's not good enough," [Y/N] shot back, her hands trembling with emotion. "He's my dad, Mister Aventurine. He might not be perfect, but he's the only family I have."

Aventurine scoffed, his own frustration rising. "Oh, please. Your dad's a joke, [Y/N]. He's never been there for you, and you defend him like he's some kind of saint."

The words hit [Y/N] like a punch to the gut, igniting a white-hot rage within her. "Shut up," she seethed, her voice shaking with anger. "You have no right to judge our relationship."

Aventurine's eyes flashed with annoyance. "I'm just calling it like I see it, [Y/N]," he retorted, their tone dripping with condescension. "Your dad's a deadbeat, and you're just too blind to see it."

The accusation struck [Y/N] like a dagger to the heart, tearing open old wounds she thought had healed. The crowd in the background faded in her mind as she struggled to contain her emotions, her fists clenched at her sides. She felt humiliated when she saw how many people were watching, seeing judgment in their eyes.

And then, as if to deliver a final blow, Aventurine added, "And let's not forget about that star student your father always favored, the one who made you feel like you were never good enough. It seems like you're still living in his shadow."

The mention of this student struck [Y/N] like a dagger to the heart, adding a new layer of hurt to an already fraught situation. This was too much to handle for her. She accepted to join the trip because she wanted to escape the pressures of her problems, not have them thrown back in her face.

Her throat felt suffocated by the weight of her emotions. Feeling a surge of frustration coursing through her, [Y/N] turned on her heel and stormed away, leaving Aventurine sitting alone in the bustling street. She pushed many passersby out of her way, not caring about the startled looks she received.

And as she disappeared into the crowd, the echoes of their argument lingered in the air, leaving their bond strained and uncertain.

As realization struck Aventurine like a bolt of lightning, he quickly shot up from his seat, his eyes widening in alarm.

"Damn it," Aventurine muttered under his breath, his heart pounding with urgency. He glanced around frantically, scanning the crowd for any sign of [Y/N]'s familiar figure. But she had vanished into the sea of people, leaving him with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Having beheaded by Topaz was the least of his concerns at that moment. As Aventurine weaved through the crowded streets, his heart pounded with a mix of urgency and concern. He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed the number of his trusted troops, his fingers tapping frantically against the screen as he waited for someone to pick up.

"Listen up," Aventurine said as soon as the call connected, his voice tense with urgency. "I need all available resources focused on finding [Y/N]. She may be nearby, and I need to make sure she's okay."

On the other end of the line, his troops acknowledged his orders, their voices echoing with resoluteness. They understood the seriousness of the situation and promised to mobilize immediately.

"But listen," Aventurine added hastily, his tone grave. "Do not, under any circumstances, inform Topaz about this. She's currently in a meeting with the Helm Master, and the last thing she needs is to be distracted."

His troops acknowledged his instructions, assuring him that they would handle the situation discreetly. Aventurine pressed the end call button as he tried to imagine where [Y/N] could be. She wouldn't be easy to find, especially if she was intentionally hiding.

Far from where Aventurine hurriedly coordinated the search for her, [Y/N] stumbled on a crack in the pavement, her foot catching as she fell forward. Pain shot through her as she landed hard on the rough ground, scraping her knee against the unforgiving concrete.

A sharp intake of breath escaped [Y/N] as she clenched her teeth against the searing pain. Warmth trickled down her leg, and she realized with a sinking feeling that blood was seeping from the fresh wound.

Cursing under her breath, [Y/N] forced herself to sit up, grimacing as she inspected the damage. The abrasion on her knee was raw and angry; the skin was torn and bleeding. But despite the pain, [Y/N] knew she couldn't afford to stay down.

With shaky hands, she cupped her knee with her hand and applied pressure to try to stop the bleeding. Each movement sent waves of agony through her, but [Y/N] gritted her teeth, willing to push through the pain.

As she struggled to tend to her injury, [Y/N] felt a surge of frustration welling up inside her. How had everything gone so wrong so quickly? One moment, she had been standing up for her father, and the next, she was alone and injured in the midst of a bustling city.

She whined softly, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. This is not the outcome she was hoping for.

The young girl slowly removed her hand from her bleeding knee as her blood smeared across her palm, the metallic scent overwhelming her senses.

She forced herself to stand with a deep breath, her injured knee protesting with every movement.

But an electrifying pain shot up her leg, causing her to stumble and fall back to the ground. "Ow!" she winced pathetically.

"Hey! Are you alright?" A young boyish voice called out to her from a few feet away, prompting her to look up and see a concerned face peering down at her. It was a young boy with blonde hair, probably the same age as her.

The young boy quickly kneeled down next to her, offering a hand to help her up. She hesitated for a moment before accepting his help, grateful for the kindness of a stranger.

"I should find a seat for you to rest," the boy suggested as he scooped up the young girl in his arms and carried her to a nearby bench. The sudden act of chivalry caught her off guard, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she looked away, feeling a mix of gratitude and awkwardness.

The young boy settled her gently onto the bench and kneeled in front of her. He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket as he wrapped it around her injured knee, the soft fabric providing a comforting touch.

[Y/N] winced slightly at the pressure, but she couldn't help but smile at the boy's kindness. "Thank you," she whispered.

The young boy looked up at her with a warm smile, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "You're welcome," he replied softly, before taking a seat next to her on the bench. "My name is Yanqing."

He extended his hand toward her, offering a friendly introduction. She gave him a grateful shake of her non-bloodied hand and said, "I'm [Y/N]." in response.

They pulled away from the handshake as Yanqing asked, "Are you here by yourself?" He tilted his head in curiosity, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

The girl awkwardly cleared her throat and shook her head, avoiding her eyes from his gaze. "No, I was with a friend." She hesitantly paused before continuing, "but I got separated from him after an argument." Yanqing nodded understandingly, a look of empathy in his eyes. "Do you want me to help you find him?" he offered kindly, showing his willingness to assist her in any way he could.

Her breath hitched as she immediately shook her head. "No, thank you. I think I'll be able to find him on my own." She mustered a small smile, grateful for his offer but determined to handle the situation herself.

Yanqing slightly pouted, but then nodded in acceptance. "Alright, if you say so," he said softly, his concern evident in his tone. With a reassuring nod, she turned to her injured knee as she shortly spaced out, her mind drifting to thoughts of Aventurine, wondering if he was on his way to find her right now.

It was foolish of her to run away from the argument she had with him earlier, but she couldn't help it. He had hit her with words that cut deep, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed. She was so angry at him, but also at herself for allowing his words to affect her so deeply.

Yanqing silently observed the young girl as she sat lost in her thoughts, a mix of worry and concern evident in his furrowed brow. Then familiar footsteps approached them as the young boy turned his head to see the general with a cat-like smile on his face, and his presence instantly commanded authority and respect.

Yanqing immediately stood up and saluted the general, his expression quickly changing to one of respect and attentiveness. "General," he addressed with a slight bow, "I wasn't expecting to see you here." The general chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I heard there was some trouble brewing," he replied, his tone casual yet commanding.

Jing Yuan drifted his gaze to the young girl, who was staring back at him with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "And who might this be?" he inquired, his voice gentle yet authoritative.

"Oh, this is [Y/N]. I helped her tend her wound earlier," Yanqing explained, gesturing toward the girl.

The general nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze softening as he turned back to Yanqing. "You have a good heart, my boy," he remarked with a smile as he patted Yanqing on the shoulder. "Thank you, General," Yanqing replied, feeling a swell of pride at the compliment.

Though the young girl's smile was fleeting, envy was quietly simmering inside of her. If only her father had been as proud of her as he was of Yanqing. She quickly pushed the thought aside when Jing Yuan called out for her attention.

"Yes?" she asked, turning towards him with a confused expression. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, [Y/N]. Do you perhaps were with a blonde companion earlier?" he inquired, his eyes searching her face for any sign of recognition.

The young girl's eyes widened in shock, her mouth opening slightly before she quickly composed herself. "Yes. How did you know?" she replied, her eyebrows furrowed in curiousity.

Jing Yuan smiled knowingly, his gaze softening. "I saw many IPC troops causing a commotion earlier. Your friend was involved in a little incident. The gambler, yes?" he explained gently, watching as [Y/N]'s expression shifted to concern. "Is he okay?" she asked, her worry evident in her voice.

Jing Yuan nodded reassuringly. "He's fine. Just a little shaken up, but nothing serious," he replied, offering a comforting smile. "It seemed he had to go great lengths to find you."

That was because he was ordered to keep an eye on me, she thought to herself as her expression soured slightly.

Jing Yuan merely chuckled at her reaction, understanding the complexity of their situation. "Well, I shall get going now," he said, his eyes turning to Yanqing before he left. "Accompany the girl well, will you?" Yanqing nodded in response, his expression serious.

"I will make sure she is safe," he promised, his tone firm and resolute. With a final nod, Jing Yuan turned and walked away, leaving Yanqing and the girl alone to have their own conversation.

Yanqing went to sit beside the girl, his posture relaxed yet vigilant. "Are you from the IPC?" he asked, his voice gentle but probing.

[Y/N] shook her head as she replied, "No, I just happened to be invited to the mission by a friend." She looked down at her hands, fidgeting nervously. Yanqing studied her for a moment before offering an understanding nod. "I assumed that friend was the blonde male, yes? The IPC Ambassador?"

[Y/N] nodded slowly, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Yes, he's the one who brought me here," she confirmed quietly. Yanqing's expression softened as he reached out to gently pat her hand in a comforting gesture. "Don't worry, you're safe with me," he reassured her with a reassuring smile.

"Miss [Y/N]!" A shout interrupted their conversation, causing [Y/N] to look up in surprise. An IPC soldier ran towards them, his expression urgent. Yanqing's demeanor shifted instantly, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What's going on?" he demanded, his tone serious.

"Please, we just want to ensure that the girl is safe and unharmed," the soldier explained quickly. Yanqing's grip on [Y/N]'s hand tightened protectively as he skeptically eyed the soldier. "I'll need more information before I can trust you," he replied firmly, his protective instincts kicking in. Yanqing glanced at [Y/N] and then at the soldier.

"Ambassador Aventurine requested a search party to find [Y/N] and bring her back safely," the soldier added, hoping to ease Yanqing's suspicions. "I-I swear! I'm just doing my job," the soldier stammered, sensing Yanqing's hesitation.

The young boy sighed and reluctantly nodded, deciding to trust the soldier for now. "Fine, inform your troops right now," he instructed, crossing his arms and maintaining a cautious demeanor.

The soldier immediately nodded and pressed his earpiece to relay the orders to his team. Yanqing turned to [Y/N] and offered a reassuring smile while the girl reciprocated the gesture, silently mouthing a "thank you.".

Minutes later, many footsteps could be heard approaching their location, revealing a group of soldiers and Aventurine at the front. Both [Y/N] and Aventurine exchanged gazes, their eyes widening in recognition and surprise.

Yanqing blocked the man's path and held up a hand, signaling for him to stop. Aventurine raised an eyebrow but complied, waiting for Yanqing to speak. Yanqing took a deep breath before addressing him with a firm tone. "You must be Aventurine, the IPC Ambassador, yes?"

Aventurine nodded in confirmation, his expression unreadable. "I am," he replied, glaring at Yanqing with a hint of suspicion. "I am here to bring [Y/N] with us, and we'll take our leave," he explained, gesturing towards [Y/N], who stood behind Yanqing.

Yanqing scoffed, then turned to the young girl, who was looking up at him with reassuring eyes. Hesitant, he grumbled under his breath as he assisted the girl to stand up and gently pushed her towards Aventurine. "Fine, take her," Yanqing muttered, his tone betraying a hint of reluctance.

[Y/N] avoided the pointed gaze from Aventurine and followed him out of the scene as an IPC soldier helped her assist in walking. She turned her head to give Yanqing one last grateful smile before disappearing from view.

The walk was silent and tense, with [Y/N] feeling a bit awkward around Aventurine considering they both left on a bad note earlier. She glanced at him, but he seemed lost in thought, his expression unreadable.

A pang of regret washed over her as she wondered if things could have been different between them.

Moments later, Topaz finished with her meeting with the Helm Master, expecting a positive outcome, but she was surprised to see the young girl injured her knee and quickly demand an explanation from Aventurine, to which the man dismissed her words as usual.

Topaz was confused by the sudden hostility and deflection from the man, since he was usually cheery and accommodating. Then her eyes turned to [Y/N], who was sitting quietly in the corner, a dejected look on her face.

Did something happen between them that she was unaware of?

The Conductors Favorite

[NAME]

[LAST NAME]

They/them

Sypnosis: Everyone have a favorite person in their life then who is the favorite person of the conductor of the express.

Warnings: Platonic and Soft Yandere, Over protective, Ooc

If many people would ask who is your favorite person some would say it shyly and others will say it with confident.

For the newest Trailblazer wanted to ask who is the Conductors Favorite but with observations they managed to get their answer without asking them.

It was not that hard to notice how Pompom lets you off hook most of the time.

When you forgotten that you should not put your feet in the seat the Trailblazer was about to warn you when they saw turned around a corner. But the thing is they didn't pay attention to you.

Leaving the newest Trailblazer like a stone. They swore they heard Himeko chuckled.

Pompom is a huge clean freak. That could be said. How many times the conductor berated them to clean their own mess.

But with you, you're once again off the hook.

The conductor merely says for you to go to the bathroom and there they go.

Or it could be the fact the times you couldn't fall asleep and spend late night hours with Pompom entertaining them with their Trailblazing stories.

The Trailblazer could probably how the conductors eyes light up and ask relentless questions.

Even they were told by a story from March of the Conductors protectiveness towards you.

During one fateful Trailblazing journey you managed to get a severe injury. Pompom wouldn't leave your side fo weeks even abandoning their duties.

Pompom wouldn't even budge from where they are just silently watching added hoping that you're still alive.

It was no trinket that after a Trailblazing journey you will give the conductor a present from the planet you adventured even it the planet in question was isolated.

If someone ask Pompom on who is their favorite person is. They will gladly say it with no hestitation on their voice.

"It's [NAME] of course."

A FATHER IN NAME ONLY

summary: would you believe that the outstanding dr. ratio had adopted a teenage daughter? for two years of living together as a daughter and father, never once was there a spark of love and warmth in their shared home and in public. the daughter tried to win her father's attention but it was already caught by an outstanding student. surely, he won't forget about her, right?

pairing: dr. ratio. . . hsr (the reader is included)

genre: angst, adoptive father x adoptive child trope, lack of love from a parent, burdened by academic pressure, visible favoritism, pressured by unrealistic expectations, one-sided affection between father-daughter

note: idk if this will be a short series or not but meh whatever inspiration say, I'll do it. also, this might be an inaccurate potrayal of ratio in terms of how he handles of being a parent and his personality (he is vv short-tempered compared to the actual story) so i'll do my best ;w;

old title: he is my father, but never considered his daughter

EPISODE 1: FOR THE LOVE OF A DAUGHTER

EPISODE 2: BABYSITTING WAS NOT PART OF THE PLAN!

EPISODE 3: A TIME TO UNWIND!

EPISODE 4: ONE PROBLEM AFTER ANOTHER

EPISODE 5: A ROUND OF HEATED EXCHANGES

EPISODE 6: STARS AND SORROWS