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aventurineswife · 2 days ago

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Ok.. NOW THR OPPOSITE OF THAT REQUEST! the reader is the one waking up from a horrible dream and is shaken up from it!!! (With the same characters.)

“No Nightmare Shall Part Us”

Tags: Kaveh x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Feixiao x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Nightmares, Fluff, Established Relationship.

Warnings: Mentions of Death (in dreams), Emotional Distress, Themes of Loss and Fear.

You woke with a gasp, your body jolting upright in the darkness. The dream lingered, a vivid and haunting specter of Kaveh, crumpled beneath the weight of a crumbling palace—his palace. You could still hear his voice, soft and full of regret, whispering your name before the silence swallowed him whole.

Heart pounding, you pressed your hand to your chest, trying to remind yourself it wasn’t real. But the ache of the dream felt too sharp, too visceral. The bed beside you was warm, but empty, amplifying your fears.

“Kaveh?” Your voice was a tremulous whisper as you turned.

The faint shuffle of fabric reached your ears. The dim glow of Sumeru's moons filtered through the window, casting gentle light on the figure curled up in a chair by the desk. Kaveh sat hunched over, his hair catching the moonlight like threads of gold, an open sketchbook in his lap.

At the sound of your voice, he stirred, rubbing his eyes before offering you a tired smile. “You’re awake? I didn’t mean to fall asleep here. I was just working on something for a client.”

Your chest tightened with both relief and lingering fear. In three strides, you were by his side, arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders before he could say another word.

“Hey, hey,” Kaveh murmured, startled. “What’s wrong?”

“I thought I lost you,” you choked out, tears spilling freely now.

His hands rose instinctively to rest on yours, his touch warm and steady. “What? Lost me? What are you talking about?”

You buried your face against his shoulder, the scent of parchment and ink grounding you. “I had a dream. It was horrible. The palace was collapsing, and you… you didn’t make it out.”

Kaveh froze for a moment, his sharp eyes softening as he turned to face you fully. “Oh, my love,” he whispered, pulling you into his lap. “I’m here. I’m fine. It was just a nightmare.”

“But it felt so real.” Your voice cracked, and his thumb gently brushed away a tear from your cheek.

“Shh,” he soothed, his own heart aching at the sight of your distress. “I promise you, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve faced setbacks, sure, but as long as you’re with me, I’ll always find a way to keep going. And if anything does happen to me, well…” He hesitated, then chuckled softly, his humor a balm for your nerves. “Alhaitham would probably find a way to annoy me back to life.”

A shaky laugh escaped you, and Kaveh smiled, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “See? No need to worry. Now, how about we both go back to bed? You’ll need your rest if you plan to keep scolding me about overworking tomorrow.”

You let him guide you back under the covers, his arms encircling you as you rested your head against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a peaceful sleep, the nightmare banished by the warmth of his presence.

The dream was a storm of golden light and ash, tearing Sunday from your grasp. His wings, once radiant, crumbled under the weight of his own guilt, and you could only watch as he fell into an abyss of shattered stars. His voice, calm and resigned, echoed: “You’ll do better without me…”

“No!” you screamed, bolting upright, the darkness of the train cabin pressing in around you.

“Is something wrong?”

The soft, airy voice brought you back to reality. You turned sharply, finding Sunday perched on the edge of the bed, his hair glowing faintly in the ambient light. His eyes, tranquil yet filled with concern, studied you.

Without thinking, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his cheek. “You’re here,” you whispered, tears streaking down your face.

“Of course I am,” he replied, his brow furrowing slightly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Your chest heaved as you tried to steady your breathing. “I… I had a dream. You… you were gone, Sunday. You left me.”

His expression softened, his hands enveloping yours. “Oh, my dear,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm. “I’m sorry my presence in your dream caused you such pain. But I’m here now, and I won’t leave you willingly.”

You clung to him, his warmth and the gentle rustle of his clothes against your skin chasing away the remnants of the nightmare. “I can’t lose you,” you whispered, burying your face against his chest.

“And you won’t,” he promised, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your back. “Even if the world crumbles around us, I’ll find a way to stay with you. You’re the anchor that keeps me from losing myself.”

The two of you stayed like that, the hum of the Astral Express a comforting backdrop. Eventually, Sunday shifted, guiding you to lie back down. He wrapped his arms around you, his halo casting a faint glow over the room.

“Rest now,” he whispered, his voice like a lullaby. “No dream, no nightmare, can touch us when we’re together.”

And as his steady breathing lulled you to sleep, you knew his words were true.

The sound of battle lingered in your ears as you jolted awake, heart racing, breath hitching. In your dream, Feixiao stood alone amidst a sea of abominations, her swords flashing with desperate precision. You screamed for her to retreat, to run to safety, but she wouldn’t—she couldn’t. When she finally fell, her blood staining the ground, the anguished cry you let out was enough to tear you from sleep.

You sat up, your chest heaving as you struggled to remember where you were. The familiar room of your shared quarters slowly replaced the carnage of your dream. Beside you, Feixiao lay peacefully, her hair spilling across the pillow like moonlight on water. The steady rise and fall of her chest confirmed she was alive.

A shaky sob escaped you, and without thinking, you reached out, clutching her arm as though she might vanish if you let go.

“Feixiao...” you whispered, voice trembling.

Her eyes opened instantly, sharp and alert even in her half-asleep state. She shifted toward you, her expression softening when she noticed your distress.

“Another nightmare?” Her voice was low, steady—a soldier’s voice, but gentle enough to soothe your panic.

You nodded, unable to form words as the tears began to fall. She pulled you into her arms, letting you bury your face against her shoulder.

“It’s alright,” she murmured, stroking your hair. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Her scent—clean and metallic, tinged with a hint of jasmine—grounded you. You clung to her tightly, your fingers tangling in the fabric of her pajama as though anchoring yourself to reality.

“I dreamed you… you didn’t come back,” you finally choked out.

Feixiao cupped your face, her thumbs brushing away your tears as she leaned close. “I fight for you, yue liang. I’ll always come back. Even if the stars fall, I’ll find my way back to you.”

You believed her. How could you not, when her gaze held such fierce determination?

The cold void of space haunted your mind as you bolted upright, your heart hammering against your ribs. The dream had felt so real: Ratio, standing alone before a collapsing star, his hair whipping wildly in the heat of destruction. He smiled, his voice calm and calculated, even as the flames consumed him.

“No!” you gasped, turning toward him instinctively.

There he was, lying beside you, his alabaster mask discarded on the bedside table. His hair spilled across the pillow, his face relaxed in peaceful slumber. You reached out with trembling hands, needing to feel his warmth, to confirm he wasn’t just a figment of your imagination.

Your fingers brushed his shoulder, and he stirred, his eyes flickering open.

“Ah, lumen,” he murmured groggily, his voice rich and smooth even in sleep. “What troubles you?”

You didn’t realize you were crying until his thumb gently wiped a tear from your cheek. “I… I dreamed I lost you,” you admitted, your voice cracking.

Ratio sat up, his brows furrowing slightly in concern. He reached for your hand, his grip firm yet comforting. “Dreams are but shadows, distortions of the mind,” he said, his tone softening. “But I am here, tangible and alive.”

You nodded, though the residual fear still clung to you. Sensing your hesitation, he tugged you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“I am far too stubborn to let fate claim me,” he said, his usual confidence tinged with warmth. “I still have much to do—and much to protect.”

His words eased the ache in your chest. You nestled against him, his steady presence chasing away the remnants of your nightmare.

The roll of dice echoed in your ears as you woke, gasping for air. In your dream, Aventurine had gambled everything—his fortune, his freedom, even his life—and lost. His carefree smile had faded as the odds turned against him, and his final words to you, “Don’t cry, my gem,” still rang in your head.

You turned sharply, desperate to find him. There he was, lying on his side, his hair falling messily across his eyes, closed in peaceful slumber. His soft smile remained, as if he were dreaming of something pleasant.

Your hand trembled as you touched his cheek, unable to hold back the sob that tore from your throat. “Kakavasha,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

His eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, before they landed on you. “Hmm… Did my gem have a bad dream?” he asked, his tone light yet laced with concern.

“I… I thought you—” The words caught in your throat as tears spilled down your face.

He sat up instantly, his expression softening as he cupped your face in his hands. “Shh, I’m here,” he murmured, brushing away your tears with his thumbs. “I’m always here.”

You clung to him, burying your face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he began to hum softly, the familiar melody grounding you.

“Life’s a gamble, my love,” he said after a moment, his voice low and soothing. “But I’d never wager something as precious as you. No odds in the universe could make me leave your side.”

His words brought a shaky laugh to your lips, and you looked up at him, your fear slowly dissipating. “Promise?”

“On every card in the deck,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Now, come back to bed, my gem. The night is still young.”

"Yue Liang" means "Moon" in Chinese.

Feixiao acknowledges you as her anchor and a source of light amidst her personal struggles.

It also conveys affection and intimacy, showing that she cherishes you as someone irreplaceable and vital in her life.

"Lumen" is Latin for "Light."

It signifies you as Ratio's guiding light, someone who illuminates his path amidst the darkness of ignorance or isolation.

The nickname also mirrors Ratio’s respect and admiration for your importance in his life, showing that your presence brings clarity and purpose.

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aventurineswife · 2 days ago

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Reader LOVES ice skating and can't believe their eyes when the lakes finally get icy, so they ice skate on them. Their partners were skeptical about it since the ice didn't look hard enough and told them to be extra careful. While the two men were busy doing their own things like making snow castles or just chilling with a book. Reader were skating their heart away. But when they did a little spin and landed, the ice broke underneath them. Causing them to go down into the freezing water and leaving their two partners panicking. (Poly Kaveh and Veritas.. this actually happened to me once, and I thought it would be funny to see how they would handle it lmfao. So I guess it's a personal request.. in a way?)

When the Ice Breaks

Summary: When a frozen lake finally invites you to ice skate, your excitement takes over, despite your partners, Kaveh and Ratio's cautious warnings. However, a moment of miscalculation leads to disaster as the ice gives way beneath you. Your fall into freezing water throws Kaveh and Ratio into a frantic rescue mission, showing just how much they care for you in their own unique ways.

Tags: Kaveh x Reader x Ratio, Polyamory, Hurt/Comfort, Ice Skating Accident, Found Family Dynamics, Emotional Angst, Fluff and Angst, Protective Partners, Slow Burn Recovery.

Warnings: Depiction of Near-drowning and Hypothermia, Panic and Emotional Distress, Mild Injury due to Ice Breakage, Mentions of Physical and Emotional Vulnerability.

A/N: 😨... Omg bestie wtf-🫂🥺 that must've been traumatizing for you... I'm so sorry to hear that🤧I hope you're doing well!

The morning sun peeked over a snowy horizon, painting the landscape in soft gold and white hues. The frozen lake shimmered under the light, beckoning you with its gleaming surface. You had been waiting for this moment all season—finally, the lakes were frozen solid enough to ice skate. Or so you thought.

Kaveh and Ratio, your two brilliant yet vastly different partners, stood nearby. Kaveh was sculpting an elaborate snow castle, his hair glowing under the winter sun as he muttered about symmetry and artistic integrity. Ratio, ever the intellectual, was reclining on a snow-dusted bench, a thick tome on the philosophy of ice crystals in hand.

“You're sure it's safe, right?” Kaveh called out, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at the lake.

Ratio adjusted his spectacles, one hand brushing back a lock of hair. “The tensile strength of ice is variable depending on thickness, temperature, and structural anomalies. In short, don’t fall through.”

You rolled your eyes at their caution, already lacing up your skates. "I'll be fine, you two worrywarts! This isn’t my first time."

With a confident grin, you stepped onto the ice, the smooth glide of the skates a familiar and thrilling sensation. As you twirled and spun, the world around you melted away. The cold air kissed your cheeks, and your laughter echoed across the icy expanse.

Kaveh paused mid-snowball fight with Ratio to watch you. “Look at them go! Such grace—”

“—And such recklessness,” Ratio muttered, though his sharp eyes lingered on you. He closed his book with a resigned sigh.

You decided to show off a little, executing a small spin before landing gracefully. But the moment your blades hit the ice, a deafening crack split the air. Time seemed to slow as the ice beneath you splintered, then gave way entirely.

The freezing water engulfed you in an instant, stealing the breath from your lungs. Panic clawed at you as you tried to grab the jagged edges of the broken ice, but they slipped from your numb fingers.

“[Name]!” Kaveh’s scream shattered the silence.

Ratio was already sprinting toward you, his usual composed demeanor replaced by sheer panic. “Don’t move! Stay calm!” he barked, though the urgency in his voice betrayed his own anxiety.

Kaveh, quicker on his feet, skidded to a stop at the edge of the ice, lying flat to distribute his weight. “Grab my hand!” he shouted, reaching out as far as he could.

You managed to lift a trembling hand toward him, but the freezing water sapped your strength. “I... can’t!” you choked out, teeth chattering uncontrollably.

“Ratio, help me!” Kaveh shouted over his shoulder.

The violet-haired genius was already pulling off his belt. “Hold onto this!” He tossed the makeshift lifeline toward you. “Kaveh, anchor it!”

With Ratio steadying him, Kaveh crawled closer, determination etched on his face. “Don’t you dare let go,” he said, his voice breaking. His fingers finally closed around your wrist, and with a guttural yell, he pulled you up and out of the freezing abyss.

Ratio was there immediately, wrapping his cloak around you as he supported your weight. “Hypothermia sets in quickly. We need to warm them up—now.”

Kaveh nodded, tears glistening in his eyes as he helped you to your feet. “You scared us half to death, you know that?”

Back at the cabin, they bundled you in blankets, their hands never leaving yours as they worked together to bring the color back to your cheeks. Kaveh brewed hot cocoa, his movements jittery, while Ratio kept you close to the roaring fire, his arms wrapped protectively around you.

“You could’ve died,” Kaveh murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he pressed a kiss to your damp hair.

“And I would’ve lost my favorite debate partner,” Ratio added, his tone softer than you’d ever heard it.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, guilt tugging at you.

Ratio squeezed your hand, his eyes meeting yours. “Just promise you’ll listen to us next time.”

“And no more ice skating without us right there, okay?” Kaveh added, his smile strained but full of love.

You nodded, leaning into their warmth. Despite the harrowing ordeal, you couldn’t help but feel grateful—for their love, their quick thinking, and the fact that you were all together, safe and sound.

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