#mortefi x y/n

[n0tamused]

A/n: I sort of strayed a little with this one I feel like, but thank you sm for the request, and I hope you enjoy this!

Contents: Mortefi x GN!Reader, jealous reader, reader is very stubborn I must say, not proof-read. lemme know what you think!

Words: 3059

It’s suffocating. Uncomfortably warm and slimy. This feeling that roils within your chest and throat, you’re sure you’re about to start feeling sick from the thoughts spiraling within your mind. And the lab papers in front of you and the endless sound of the machine’s beeping is not enough to distract you.

Beep-beep-beep.

Have you done something wrong? What could it be? Only minutes prior were you looking at these papers with some sense of pride, imagination running wild with the possible outcomes of this hypothesis, positive ones. Yet, they were so easily shattered when Mortefi breezed by, catching a glimpse of the words printed on top, leaving several comments of where you could improve - how you should improve if you want to go through with this. Had you had a clear mind you would’ve done as he said, taken his words as helpful advice and not as an attack on your work. But his tone remained the same as always, it didn’t soften nor did it grow warm. So it made you wonder what he meant, or rather - what he really felt towards you. The latter was a question that occupied your mind for a long time.

He moved past you to the center of the lab, nearing one of the many lit computers, just where Baizhi stood. From afar you could see them greet one another and begin to talk. And that feeling in your chest only expanded further, pawing at your ribs and making you frown at the helplessness. Mortefi looked interested in whatever their topic of conversation was, and it lasted some odd few minutes. Odd minutes you couldn’t keep your focus until both of them left to their own stations, and far out of your sight. 

A heavy breath fell from you, irritated but also… sad. 

With your mind in a strewn about yarn, threads hanging, you began to think if this work was even worthy for you. God knew you wanted it, you signed up for it, you spent nights studying and working to be better and get better than that but all that effort seemed to fall short and small within Baizhi’s shadow. And you don’t even blame her, she is excellent in her work, you don’t hate her. But you’d give a questionable amount of things to have a fraction of that sweet attention Mortefi was giving her. Perhaps you were being unreasonable, irrational - and you don’t argue with it - you’re seeing green and red everywhere, and with hasty hands you collect your papers after making small adjustments, crossing out lines of text and noting down new words. And moments later you’re off to another part of the Academy, away from Mortefi and Baizhi.

What little glimpse Mortefi caught of you as you left shows disappointment and, and in the way you held yourself he saw traces of turmoil that he didn’t fully understand from that one look. He remained at his station, engrossed in his research and unaware of the burden you carried in your heart. 

It wasn’t until the time for your report came and went. And when your break time came and went. And you were nowhere in sight.

That made an odd feeling settle in his chest, a vibration of an unknown bass playing amidst the bones of his ribcage, waves of it washing up to his neck. Unable to ignore it any longer, he bid farewell to his station for the time being, one hand buried in the pocket of his lab coat, playing with the lighter. Flick..flick..

There was not one spot in this wide and vast Academy that you could hide from him, not when he wasn’t particularly looking for you and even more so when he was specifically looking for you. He could spot you in a crowd by one lone look, to him you stood out like a flower amidst grass, how could he overlook you? Following the path familiar to him, he comes into a lab room smaller in contrast than the others, hidden away from the hustle and bustle of the center room and the halls. It is clean, it is comfortable. His eyes land on your back, your nose buried in your papers, your hands hastily fiddling with the apparatus in front of you. You barely acknowledged his presence.

As if to avoid startling you, Mortefi clears his throat, but he fails and watches as you flinch at the sudden disturbance. 

“Mortefi? Uh- What are you doing here? Did you need me?” the questions tumble out from your mouth out of habit rather than genuine curiosity. You turned to face him, brows lightly knit together and eyes regarding him with a mix of feelings and inquiries. 

“I grew curious as to where you vanished off to. Has your research been so indulgent that you forgot to eat or report in? It’s been 3 hours and some odd minutes since you began on this project this morning” he began, the nail on his thumb grazing underneath the lid of his lighter within his pocket, keeping still, yet tense in his hand. His sharp gaze moves from your eyes and down to the table you were working at, noting the sharpie marks across your paper and thinner lines from your pen, and giving a small nod at them he said: “You made those adjustments I told you about, I trust”

This pulls your attention from him and at the papers, and taking his words as some sign to move freely you begin to stack pages back on top of another. “Yes. I made the necessary changes to it all. I just need to put it all into practice and, hopefully, get the results I want” you respond, clearing your parched throat. His gaze is intense, you can feel it at the back of your head like two sharp points of a stick. 

“You’ve been pushing yourself today, unnecessarily so. I sense some growing frustration from you” he says, leaving the topic open ended, expecting you to explain yourself, but where do you even begin without looking like a fool? Like a child? 

You sigh, looking around the table yet searching for nothing as you shrug your shoulders. “No, no.. I just haven't been sleeping too well lately, and it seems that all is catching up to me” you offer a empty excuse, before reaching for a blank sheet of paper, a part of you yearning to keep him here, and the other wishing him to leave you with your own emotional burdens. “If a report is what you need, I can only offer what I have from the experiment thus far, but it is not concluded, I apologize”

“Ah, yes.. sleep. One thing that is most underestimated in its importance” he mused out loud, tone flat and ignoring your latter statement for a moment too long. He was pressing deeper into the crux of the matter, not letting you shift the topic too easily. “The report for an unfinished work will not be necessary, it’s much more preferable if you take a bit longer to get end results than to hand over a half-baked product”, he sighed, pushing his golden rimmed glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “Your dedication is admirable, but we can hardly expect progress if you're operating on insufficient rest and mental fatigue”.

You have to stop yourself from either chuckling or spinning around to stare at him as if he was speaking backwards. But no matter what you tried, you couldn’t stop your heart from hammering in your chest.

“Perhaps you should have Baizhi take a look at you. She can prescribe you some soothing medication to help you sleep. But as for work.. You’re done for today” he stated plainly, looking to the side and barely missing your shocked eyes.

“What? Are you dismissing me?” you blurted out, suddenly afraid you have done something wrong or that you offended him in some capacity. He’d never send you home, especially not when you were in the midst of a project. 

“It's not a matter of dismissiveness, but rather a practical decision. If your exhaustion is hindering your ability to perform optimally, what benefit is there in insisting on your presence here?” he replied, his tone cool and detached. You blink at him owlishly, confused and, quite frankly, afraid. Previous anger, sadness and jealousy all melting away from your bones like wax over a flame. The flame being Mortefi himself. An eternal blaze that swallowed everything in its wake. You were wondering how it didn’t engulf you by now.

But in that thought alone you missed the point of it all. His flames didn’t touch you, didn’t scorn you because he willed them that way. The warmth of them kept you warm, kept you alive, kept you in this field and as his coworker, a place most others wouldn’t be able to handle. He would soften it all if he knew how, to show you he cares.

Sensing a shift in your emotions, Mortefi softened his gaze, a subtle nod of understanding replacing the usual aloofness he carried. He saw the confusion and fear in your eyes, and it pained him that he had inadvertently caused it. He knew that his words could often come across as cold and dismissive, but it was never his intention to harm or offend.

“Rest is not a punishment, but a necessary part of the work process. To push oneself to the point of exhaustion is unproductive. It only inhibits progress. Trust me when I tell you this."

Softness is undeniably present in his voice now, and your mind goes blank. Your mind was still stuck on this morning, on your project, but here he was breaking all illusions and thoughts by simply being kind. 

“I can’t say I don’t appreciate your concern, but..” you look up at his eyes only to find a scowl curling the corners of his lips, and you sigh again, looking away in embarrassment. “I can’t argue with you either, can I?”

“No, you cannot. Now, go pack up what you have. I’ll go contact Baizhi and see if she can get a check up on you before you leave”

“No, no, that won’t be necessary..” you wave your hands before you, shaking your head simultaneously to deny the offer with your entire being. “I already have some tea at home that can help me with this, no need for a check up. I insist” you try, but only get a cocked brow from Mortefi, you can already tell what he’s thinking. 

“Tea alone cannot be sufficient in treating issues related to poor sleep. Besides, it goes without saying Baizhi is well versed in medicine, and her prior check-ups of your health have been of great help to you, have they not? If tea was that simple of medicine, why have you not seen improvement?” he shot back sharply and you grew quiet, not wishing to prolong this argument further, but staying silent wouldn’t be the way to go either.

“I don’t want to see Baizhi right now” you said plainly, tone low and softened involuntarily. Your reply was met with a skeptical look, Mortefi’s head tilted in question. “And why not? Do I need to pull you to her office myself? You’re not a child, (Y/n)” he countered, not low on his arsenal of words and snappy remarks. He approached you closer, closing the distance between the two of you until he could peer into your avoidant eyes, making your heart skip a beat.

“I just.. Mortefi, I don’t know. I don’t want to see Baizhi and that’s final. Don’t make me go see her. I’ve seen enough of you two this morning” It slipped from your mouth sooner than you could pull it back, and immediately you regretted your choice of words, cursing the ability to speak. “Uh-”

Mortefi froze in his tracks, his sharp eyes widening subtly in surprise. The mention of Baizhi and himself seemed to strike a chord in him, and his stoic façade cracked just enough to betray a hint of confusion. “Hm? Have we done something to offend you to this degree of avoidance? I wasn’t aware of any discomfort inflicted upon you” he knitted his brows, looking at you for answers, his turn to feel on edge now. Were you implying he was acting out of line with Baizhi? He knew of how he behaved around others and he saw no flaws in his dealings with other colleagues, so it all left him in a more twisted maze. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, lips pressing into a thin line. “Mortefi- no. You haven’t done anything to offend me, I am not offended. I just.. uh.. No, it’s all too silly. I just meant that you two just seem to be too busy with your shared workload, and I just got tired of seeing it all” It’s a badly written lie, and the truth is bleeding through the cracks in neon colors. You’re cringing at yourself, really.. The lies you were uttering, however poorly woven, were evident in the way your face creased. He could almost hear your thoughts, almost see the jealousy and insecurity that plagued you through the lies you were trying to hide behind.

He paused for a moment, considering the situation carefully, before responding. "Is it really about our workloads, or is there something else that you're not telling me?" He asked calmly, his voice low and measured.

A pregnant pause befell your ears, only being interrupted by a distant hum of a machine outside of the room, and the footsteps of other workers in the halls. He does not push you to answer swiftly, instead he waits, patient as ever with you.

“I suppose…”

“You suppose..?”

It’d be a lie to say he wasn’t taut as a bowstring, ready to hear you out, anticipating your reply. His heart was squeezing painfully in his chest.

“Ugh..I just.. Promise me you will not be angry at me, and that you will not think ill of me after I tell you?” 

“Well, this must be big if you’re asking that of me” he breathed out. Your hesitation was palpable, and the silence between them dragged on, only adding to the palpable tension. Finally, the words came, and he felt a strange mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

“I'll promise no such thing will come from me. Your words cannot change the way I feel about you” he replied, his voice tinged with a touch of irritation.

With a heavy breath you closed in on yourself, arms folded over your chest. “I was just.. watching how close you and Baizhi are this morning and for a long time now. You always spend so much time together, and despite you and I being direct coworkers and more than that outside of this Academy, I feel.. left behind”

“You are jealous?”

“If you wish to put it that bluntly - then yes. I am”

Mortefi’s coldness and stiffness seemed to melt, the answer finally clearing up the brain fog that had started to develop in his head. Things were looking clearer at long last, and with that he also felt as if he failed you. He has failed to make you feel appreciated as you deserved, and that makes his gut twist in on itself.

“I fail to see why you’d be jealous of Baizhi, even with the time we spent together. Baizhi and I are strictly work colleagues and nothing more. You are the one that gets to be in my presence, sharing stories and desserts after work hours..” Mortefi says out loud, moreso speaking to himself than you, as if trying to figure out your point of view. He wasn’t dismissing your emotions, but he failed to grasp them within his own two hands. He had been so preoccupied with his own work and responsibilities that he had failed to notice the toll it was taking on his relationship with you. His focus had been so singularly on his research, on his partnership with Baizhi, that he had unintentionally neglected the depth of the connection he had with you.

“I do have to apologize” he cuts you off before you can speak. “This.. area is not within my expertise, per se. If I had neglected you, I would’ve liked if you openly communicated this with myself” he offered, and the lighter in his hand feels like it will break apart under pressure.  “And while I can’t limit my time with Baizhi, as it is all just work, I can accommodate you as well by spending more time with or around you, if that will help you feel more.. at ease” 

There is clarity ringing its bell over your head as he speaks, already offering solutions to this problem you made out of irrational thought. Bless his heart, for all he is cold and aloof he is ten times more kind. Snappy as he is, he means well.

“Mortefi... Mortefi, I am sorry too. I did want to keep this with myself, it shouldn’t have come to this point where you try to resolve my issues by yourself”

At that he scoffed, almost chuckling but no laughter came from him. One hand perches itself on his hip and he looks at you with a look that screams of his desire to see this through. 

“Oh, but how can I ignore it now that it is in front of me? No, that will not do. Especially since it is you who we’re talking about. You go ahead now, I’ll think of something until the end of my shift. I’ll give you a call later this evening”

Afterwards your company would leave his presence and the lab, having left with more reason than conflict, and with a mind full anticipation of his words.

And just like clockwork, by the end of his shift he’d give you a call, telling you to come meet him at your favorite dessert place. 

Mortefi is special in his way of showing affection..

He is yet to learn his way with words when it comes to sweet nothings, but until then he can take care of you and help you out with work. Whatever helps you see that you, indeed, do matter much to him. 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

Tags: @pinksaiyans

[starrydragoness]

Warning: NSFW content ahead. Minors do no interact

Your dragon lover going into heat unexpectedly results in your on your back, pressed deeply into the mattress as your lover pounds into you from above. His clawed fingers hold the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs higher up to uour chest until he has you so spread out and vulnerable, forcing pretty mewls and cries from your kiss bruised lips. By the third round you're already so fucked out and sensitive, choked and broken cries soft like honey in his ears, tempting him to swallow you whole. And perhaps it will. But for now, for a short while, he'll collapse on top of you, his throat rumbling with a purr as he nuzzles and licks and kisses up your neck, soothing your raging heartbeat. His cock remains plugged within you, keeping all his load inside, not letting a single drop go to waste.

Characters: ZHONGLI, Neuvillette, Jiyan + any of your faves that fit here.

Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[noveauskull]

hi there! hope you're doing well :D

i wanna know: how would jiyan, calcharo, and mortefi would react when they notice their s/o is very obviously horny, but they're either ignoring it by doing a hobby or they just cling to their boyfriend and make no further attempt b/c they're so embarrassed to ask

WUWA Men When You Feel Horny But You Won't Tell Them (NSFW)

(Jiyan, Calcharo & Mortefi ver.)

characters: jiyan, calcharo, mortefi x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, f! reader, kissing, fingering, teasing, penetration (piv), brief mentions only

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JIYAN:

He usually is pretty sharp, but he doesn't feel the need to be strict around you so at first he doesn't notice

But by time he starts seeing how your ears turn red and how you cling onto him more than usual

The little hesitant touches you do on him made him confused at first

He even asked you if you were feeling ill, and that made you more embarassed

But don't worry, he'll find out eventually

He finds it cute that you're trying so hard to ignore your own wants just so you could give him space

Or force him to make the first move

Either way, he got the message, and he'll definitely pick you up from the sofa while you're on your phone reading smut

Just to press your body onto the mattress of the bed and pepper your body with kisses to fuel your arousal and his

He'll continue to satisfy you until you tell him to stop, but he'll also request you to help him in draining his own horniness

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MORTEFI:

At first he was too busy with work to notice, but when he does notice he couldn't stop smiling to himself

He's lowkey sadistic for this, but he will continue to observe you trying hard to hold yourself back

He's even surprised that you were able to hold back for this long, he's beginning to even feel sorry for you

So in return for your hardwork, he'll give in to your efforts, and peel you away from clinging onto his arm to kissing your neck

He'll even be so kind to rub his fingers onto your clothed pussy all while having you pressed onto the wall

When he suddenly stops though, it'll leave you whining for more

And he knows this, so he tells you in a sweet voice that he wants to continue where he left things off on the bed

Now you can lay back and let him continue playing with your pussy (fingers or tongue) until you cum

If you want more, he'll happily give it to you

All you need to do was ask

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CALCHARO:

He's super dense when it comes to things like this

But he doesn't mistake that look of yours for anything else

You aren't even making eye contact with him, all you're doing was going on your phone and he can tell you're pent up

He thinks you'll ask him for help, but you never did, and that confused him for a bit

Then he realises that you were just being shy, and he thinks you're stupid for that (in a cute way)

He'll walk up to you and get on his knees while you're laid on the couch, catching you off guard before he's pulling down your pants to reveal your bare wet pussy

"How long are you planning to keep this to yourself?"

And off he goes to embarrass you and satisfy you all at once

He'll say the words "All you had to do was ask" while fucking your pussy real deep to the point you're drooling

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A/N:

this was so cute to write ab 😋😋 ty for the request!!

[aventurineswife]

Reader is the secret santa for Mortefi, Kaveh, Aventurine, Sunday, Ratio

-Smooch Anon 💋

Secret Gift for Special Someone!

Tags: Mortefi x Reader, Kaveh x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Fluff, Reader is their Secret Santa, Gift-giving, Romance(?), Sincere gestures, Thoughtful gifts, Lighthearted moments.

As Mortefi’s secret Santa, you understand that he is a man of precision and order. He values elegance in everything, even the smallest gestures. Knowing that he has an obsession with cleanliness and fine detail, you decide to go for something both practical and refined—a handcrafted, perfectly polished leather journal, with fine gold detailing on the edges, and a beautiful pen set made of rare wood and precious metal.

You know that Mortefi can be irritable when it comes to anything imperfect, but you manage to wrap the gift with exceptional care—his eyes will undoubtedly appreciate the craftsmanship. You add a small, personal note tucked inside, a subtle reference to his fondness for classical music. The message reads: “May this journal help you capture the symphonies of your thoughts, every note as sharp as your mind.”

When Mortefi opens it, his brows furrow in silent approval. "Well... this is adequate." he says, not one for overt displays of gratitude. But you can see the spark of appreciation in his eyes, and for a brief moment, his usually tense demeanor softens.

Kaveh’s idealism runs deep, and finding a gift for him is an emotional yet rewarding task. You know that Kaveh values beauty that serves a greater purpose, so you opt for a custom-designed, miniature architectural model of a space that symbolizes hope and kindness—perhaps a small, elegant garden pavilion with elements from Sumeru’s cultural heritage.

The model has intricate details: miniature flowers, a peaceful water feature, and tiny benches where people can rest and reflect. It’s not just a model; it’s a vision of the world Kaveh is always striving to build.

When Kaveh opens the gift, his heart stirs. He pauses before speaking, eyes softening as he looks at the model. "You’ve captured it perfectly." he says quietly, voice thick with gratitude. He places it on his desk as a reminder that despite all the struggles, beauty can still be created in this world.

Aventurine, ever the risk-taker and man of sophistication, would appreciate something a little more personal, yet still tied to his flair for the dramatic. You think of something that embodies both elegance and a sense of mystery—a custom-made deck of playing cards, each card featuring intricate designs that reflect various aspects of his personality. The Joker cards, for example, are styled with roulette wheels and playing cards, while the aces have elements symbolizing different strategic moves or his affinity for risk.

When Aventurine unwraps the gift, a glimmer of recognition lights up his face. "So, this is what you think of me, hmm?" he muses, running his fingers over the smooth edges of the cards. He’s usually all about strategy, but in this moment, you can see the smile that tells you your gift has struck the perfect balance of fun and sophistication.

"Care for a game later?" he asks with a playful glint in his eye, as if he’s always one step ahead. The cards now sit beside his other mementos, each one a reminder of your thoughtful gesture.

Sunday is a man who values balance and harmony above all, so you choose a gift that is both beautiful and meaningful. You know that his ideals often clash with the harsh realities of life, so you decide on something that symbolizes peace and serenity—an exquisitely crafted snow globe featuring a miniature replica of Sweetdream Paradise.

When Sunday opens it, his expression remains composed, but there’s an undeniable softness in his eyes as he examines the globe. The swirling snow inside the globe seems to mirror the tranquil world he often envisions—a place where pain no longer exists, but with the delicate beauty of impermanence.

“Thank you,” he says, his voice steady but warm. “This… this is a reminder of the world I strive for.” He carefully places it on a shelf, and for a moment, you both share a quiet understanding of the kind of world he wishes to create—one that might never come to be, but is worth dreaming about.

Ratio’s brilliance can make him difficult to shop for. He isn’t one for sentimental gifts, but you also know that he values knowledge above all else. So, you decide to combine practicality with intellectual stimulation by gifting him a rare, ancient manuscript—one that he would never have thought to acquire himself. The book is a long-forgotten treatise on the application of logic in art, beautifully preserved in a leather-bound edition with intricate golden lettering.

When Ratio opens the gift, his eyes immediately lock onto the manuscript, and you can see his usual arrogance soften into genuine admiration. “This is… impressive. You actually paid attention,” he mutters, flicking through the pages with a hint of excitement. His usual dismissiveness fades as he delves into the contents. "This will be useful. Thank you."

While he may not express overwhelming emotion, the way he later references passages from the manuscript as if they are his own ideas shows just how much your gift means to him. The small smile he tries to suppress is enough of a thank you.

[fictionally-driven]

Beneath the Surface - Mortefi's POV

Pairing: Mortefi x gn! reader Word count: 4066 words

Trigger warnings: Injury mention, stress, implied violence, anxiety, mention of medicines, injections.

Plot: (Y/N) risks everything to ensure the success of Mortefi's project, only to find themselves facing the consequences of their actions.

Author Note: This is our beloved researcher's POV of this fic

The laboratory buzzed with a constant hum, a symphony of machinery that Mortefi found both soothing and stimulating. The air was crisp with the scent of antiseptic —an atmosphere Mortefi insisted upon to maintain the sterile environment necessary for their work. Mortefi moved with purpose, his keen eyes observing the work around him. His laboratory was his sanctuary, a place where precision and intellect reigned supreme.

Across the room, (Y/N) worked diligently, carefully connecting wires in the complex weapon system they were developing. Mortefi admired their dedication and skill, appreciating the rare blend of competence and creativity they brought to the team. As (Y/N) reached for another wire, Mortefi’s voice escaped before he could stop himself.

"Careful with that connection," he said, his tone sharper than intended. "If you cross those wires, we might end up with a very expensive paperweight instead of a weapon."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Mortefi bit his tongue. Why did he say that? He knew (Y/N) was one of the best teammates he had ever worked with, seldom giving him any reason to lose his calm. Yet, habits were difficult to break. He saw how his words affected them, the way they swallowed hard and focused even more intently on the task at hand.

Mortefi sighed inwardly, his mind racing with reflections. He was aware of how demanding he could be, how his insistence on perfection sometimes bordered on harshness. But it was difficult to balance the high standards he set for himself with the expectations he placed on others. Despite this, (Y/N) had always risen to the challenge, their innovative thinking often leading to breakthroughs that even Mortefi hadn’t anticipated.

His thoughts drifted back to the early days of this project, when they had first conceptualized the weapon. (Y/N)’s suggestion to integrate a hybrid capacitor system had been a stroke of genius. Mortefi had been impressed, though he hadn’t shown it outwardly. Instead, he had simply incorporated their idea, making adjustments and improvements, as was his way. Mortefi’s eyes softened as he continued to watch (Y/N) work. He knew he owed much of their progress to their unwavering dedication. It wasn’t just their technical skills that made them invaluable; it was their ability to think outside the box, to see possibilities where others saw limitations.

“Why did you choose the 7V capacitor instead of the 10V?” he asked, attempting to moderate his tone, though it still carried a hint of challenge.

They looked up, meeting his gaze, doubt evident in their tone. "I... I thought it would optimize the energy efficiency for the smaller components,"

Mortefi raised an eyebrow, still not entirely convinced. “Efficiency at the cost of stability is a gamble. Rework it with the 10V and recalibrate. We can’t afford any mishaps in the field.”

After issuing the instruction, Mortefi turned and moved to his own workstation, grumbling to himself about scaring (Y/N) away. Every day, he feared that his demeanor would drive them away, as it had with many others before. He had never cared about it much, but with (Y/N), he didn’t want that to happen. He was trying to change, to be less harsh, but it often seemed to backfire, making him come off as even more severe.

Mortefi knew that other researchers were trying to recruit (Y/N) to their own projects. He’d overheard conversations in passing, hints of offers and promises of less demanding work environments. He often wondered why they chose to remain and work with him. Was it out of a sense of duty? Or did they genuinely see something in his vision that kept them motivated?

His eyes darted to (Y/N) as they continued to work on the weapon, noticing their furrowed brows and the intense focus on their face. Mortefi wanted to ease their mind, to offer some reassurance, but he didn’t know how. Speaking further, he feared, would only make things worse.

As he adjusted the settings on his own equipment, he couldn’t help but steal glances at (Y/N). Their dedication was unwavering, and he felt a surge of admiration for their resilience. Despite his often harsh exterior, Mortefi held a deep respect for them. He appreciated how they had embraced their shared vision and worked tirelessly to bring it to fruition.

Yet, here he was, struggling to bridge the gap between his demanding nature and the need to show appreciation. He sighed, feeling a familiar pang of frustration. He wanted to tell (Y/N) how much he valued their contributions; how crucial they were to the success of their work. But the words always seemed to get lost in translation, coming out as critiques instead of praise.

Mortefi’s thoughts were interrupted by the beeping of his monitor, signaling a successful calibration. He looked over at (Y/N) again, who was diligently reworking the connections as instructed. He saw the tension in their shoulders, the careful precision in their movements, and he felt a pang of regret. Mortefi’s fingers flew over the holographic interface, but his mind was elsewhere. He replayed the moment over and over in his head, wishing he could take back his harsh words. But he couldn’t.

He sighed, feeling the weight of his own expectations pressing down on him. He knew he was difficult to work with, that his standards were nearly impossible to meet. But he couldn’t afford to lower them. Not when the stakes were this high. Still, he didn’t want to push (Y/N) away. He needed their brilliance, their creativity. And, perhaps more than that, he needed their presence in his lab, their steadying influence on his often fiery temper.

Mortefi sighed again, a deep, weary sound that echoed in the quiet of his mind. He knew he had a long way to go, but for now, he would do what he did best: work tirelessly, driven by the hope that his actions would speak louder than his words.

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Mortefi sat in the dimly lit meeting room, his frustration simmering beneath the surface like molten lava in the heart of a volcano. The air was thick with tension, each word exchanged between the researchers feeling like a spark threatening to ignite the powder keg of his patience. He clenched his jaw, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the table, trying to rein in the tempest raging within him.

"We need to place sensors in the affected region," Mortefi insisted, his voice a low rumble that cut through the heated debate like a knife. "The data is crucial for the weapon's calibration."

"But it's too dangerous!" one of the senior researchers protested, their voice tinged with fear. "We can't risk our equipment or personnel in that corrosive water."

Mortefi's gaze hardened, his frustration boiling over like a cauldron on the brink of eruption. "Then we need to devise a solution, and quickly. Ideas?" he demanded, his tone brooking no argument.

“We could design a remote sensor deployment system,” a researcher suggested tentatively, their voice barely rising above a whisper. “Something that can be launched and retrieved without direct contact. But it would take a few more weeks at least to develop and test it.”

Mortefi's eyes narrowed, his mind racing as he weighed the risks and rewards of such a plan. "Yes, but how do we know it will not be affected by the corrosive water?" another researcher interjected, their skepticism echoing the doubts that gnawed at Mortefi's own thoughts.

His frustration threatened to consume him, a raging inferno threatening to consume everything in its path. "We have to find a solution," he growled, his voice tinged with desperation. "Delays are unacceptable."

But as the meeting continued without resolution, Mortefi's frustration reached its breaking point. With a curt nod, he stormed out of the room, his expression dark and stormy. Back in the confines of the lab, Mortefi's agitation simmered like a pot ready to boil over. Sparks danced at his fingertips, the small flames flickering with the promise of something far more dangerous. His movements were frenetic, his fingers flying over the holographic interfaces with a desperation born of necessity.

But beneath the facade of furious activity, Mortefi knew he was merely venting his frustration. The solution eluded him, slipping through his grasp like sand through an hourglass. The weight of responsibility pressed down on his shoulders like a leaden cloak, threatening to suffocate him with its burden.

As he worked, his mind raced, grappling with the enormity of the task before him. The Tacet Discords in the afflicted region posed a threat that could not be ignored. And yet, without the necessary data, calibrating the new weapon would be an exercise in futility. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed (Y/N)’s worried expression. Of course, they were worried. They’d worked so hard and now it seemed like it wasn’t going to be coming to fruition before it was too late.

As Mortefi's frustration surged like a rising tide, he couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility bearing down on him with crushing force. The thought of letting (Y/N) down, of failing to deliver on the promise of their shared vision, gnawed at him like a relentless beast. As their supervisor, Mortefi felt a profound sense of duty towards (Y/N), a responsibility to nurture their talents and guide them towards success. But in this moment of setback, he couldn't shake the nagging doubt that he was falling short of that duty. Despite their tireless efforts, despite the countless hours they'd poured into their work, it seemed as though their efforts were being thwarted at every turn.

He was angry—at the situation, at the obstacles standing in their way, at himself for not being able to find a solution. But beneath the anger lurked a deep-seated sense of disappointment, a feeling of inadequacy that threatened to consume him whole.

He knew (Y/N) looked up to him, trusted him to lead them towards success. And yet, here he was, unable to provide the answers they so desperately sought.

But even as doubt gnawed at his resolve, Mortefi refused to succumb to despair. He couldn't afford to dwell on his shortcomings, not when there was still work to be done. With a weary sigh, he forced himself to push aside his doubts and refocus his energies on finding a solution.

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Days had passed since Mortefi's frustration reached its peak, yet the weight of his failure still hung heavy around him like a suffocating shroud. He buried himself in his work, seeking solace in the cool glow of the holographic interface as he delved deeper into the intricacies of the battlefield simulation. On the other end of a holographic call, General Jiyan's stoic visage flickered to life, the lines of responsibility etched deep into his features. Mortefi couldn't help but feel a pang of familiarity as the two men exchanged banter, their camaraderie a welcome respite from the turmoil that raged within.

But as the conversation turned to matters of strategy and optimization, Mortefi's focus sharpened, his mind racing through complex algorithms and theoretical frameworks. With practiced ease, Mortefi presented his analytical data to Jiyan, the holographic interface coming to life with a flurry of data points and statistical analyses. He outlined the intricacies of their weapon optimization, his voice a steady cadence amidst the whirlwind of information.

Impressed, Jiyan nodded approvingly, acknowledging Mortefi's expertise with a rare compliment. "Impressive work, Mortefi," Jiyan remarked, his voice betraying a hint of admiration. "You've truly outdone yourself this time."

"It's not just me," Mortefi admitted, his voice soft with sincerity. "My colleague, (Y/N), their analysis and insights have been instrumental in our progress."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Jiyan's lips, his gaze softening with understanding. "I've never seen you speak of someone so fondly before," he remarked, his tone laced with curiosity.

Mortefi's smile widened, a rare display of warmth amidst the cold confines of the lab. "They're brilliant," he confessed, his admiration for (Y/N) evident in his voice. "Their dedication and expertise have been invaluable to our efforts."

But as Mortefi spoke, his attention was drawn to the email notification blinking insistently in the corner of his screen. With a sense of foreboding settling over him like a shroud, Mortefi opened the message, his heart sinking as he read the contents within.

The color drained from Mortefi's face as he processed the contents of the email. (Y/N) had embarked on a dangerous mission to place the sensors in the heart of the Waveworn Phenomenon, risking their life for the sake of their project. The words blurred before his eyes, Mortefi's mind raced, his thoughts a whirlwind of fear and desperation as he grappled with the gravity of (Y/N)'s sacrifice.

"Mortefi?" Jiyan's voice cut through the haze of Mortefi's thoughts, his concern palpable even through the digital connection. But Mortefi's attention was elsewhere, his whole being consumed by the fear of what might be happening on the other side of the screen. A pit formed in Mortefi's stomach, a sense of dread settling over him like a suffocating shroud. He felt his whole body emitting hot, fiery sparks, his mind racing with a tumult of emotions.

"Mortefi!" Jiyan's voice rose in urgency, snapping Mortefi back to reality with a jolt. But even as he tried to focus on the general's words, Mortefi's mind was elsewhere, his thoughts consumed by the image of (Y/N) putting themselves in harm's way for the sake of their project.

"Is everything alright?" Jiyan continued, concern evident in his eyes.

But Mortefi could barely hear Jiyan over the roaring in his ears, his mind consumed with worry for (Y/N). He rambled about the situation to Jiyan, about the project and about (Y/N)’s email. “Jiyan, I am asking… no, I need you to send a set of Midnight Rangers to the area. Now.” he demanded; his voice tight with urgency. "We need to find (Y/N) before it's too late."

Jiyan's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing in determination. "I will dispatch the Rangers right away," he assured Mortefi, his voice steady and resolute. “But you need to calm down, Mortefi.”

Mortefi's chest heaved with each labored breath, his whole body trembling with fear and rage. "I can't just sit here and do nothing," he protested, his voice thick with emotion. “They’re out there doing this because I couldn’t come up with a timely solution!” His flames grew stronger as he spoke.

"Mortefi, listen to me," Jiyan's voice was firm, commanding Mortefi's attention once more. "I'll send a set of Midnight Rangers to the area immediately. We'll locate (Y/N) and ensure their safety."

But Mortefi's hands trembled, his whole body emitting hot, fiery sparks as the fear threatened to consume him whole. "You don't understand," he whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking with emotion. "They're out there, risking everything for us. I can't... I can't lose them."

"We'll find them, Mortefi," Jiyan promised, his tone steady and reassuring. “But you’re currently at risk for overclocking. You're not helping anyone if you lose control."

Mortefi's breath caught in his throat, the weight of his own desperation pressing down on him like a vice. “You’re right.” He nodded. Jiyan was right and he had to be rational. But he wasn’t going to sit in his lab while (Y/N) was out there actively risking their life. “Keep me informed about any information you receive related to them.”

As he ended the call, Mortefi made a reckless decision himself. He couldn't stay behind. He had to see (Y/N), to make sure they were alright. He quickly began arming himself, his movements hurried but precise. His fingers flew over the equipment, securing weapons and tools. His pistols, meticulously crafted and fine-tuned, slipped into their holders with familiar ease. He grabbed additional gear—explosives, a portable scanner and grapple.

Despite his efforts to remain calm, Mortefi's flames flickered wildly, a reflection of his inner turmoil. He knew he was at major risk of overclocking, but he couldn't let that stop him. The thought of (Y/N) in danger was a tormenting presence in his mind, a relentless specter that refused to be ignored. Why was this affecting him so much? He knew Jiyan was a man of his word and would find (Y/N), yet Mortefi couldn't sit back.

He had to see them. He had to make sure they were alright.

As he set out towards the area where (Y/N) was currently at, his thoughts tormented him. What if it was already too late? What if the Tacet Discords had already attacked them? (Y/N) was not a fighter despite being a resonator. Would they be able to fend off the TDs? Why did they feel compelled to do this? Had he pushed them too hard, making them feel the need to risk their safety for this project?

The anguish gnawed at him, a relentless ache in his chest. Each step he took felt like a march through thick mud, his mind racing with possibilities and fears. He replayed every interaction with (Y/N), wondering if he had driven them to this with his harsh words and impossible standards. The pit in his stomach deepened, a black hole of dread that threatened to swallow him whole.

The landscape around him grew increasingly desolate as he approached the Waveworn Phenomenon, the air thick with tension. The sky was a murky gray, heavy with the promise of rain. The ground beneath his feet was rough and uneven. Mortefi's senses were on high alert, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of (Y/N) or the Tacet Discords.

He activated his portable scanner, the device emitting a series of beeps as it analyzed the surrounding area. The data streamed across the holographic display, but Mortefi's attention was split, his thoughts constantly drifting back to (Y/N). What if they had been injured or worse? The images in his mind were vivid and horrifying, each one more terrible than the last.

The area where (Y/N) had set off to seemed forever away, just out of his reach. Mortefi pushed himself to walk faster, his legs burning with the effort, but it wasn't enough. The weight of his fears pressed down on him, making each step feel heavier than the last.

His terminal beeped with a message from an unknown contact. Heart pounding, he opened the message to find it was from a Midnight Ranger. The Ranger, along with his team, had found (Y/N) and were headed toward an encampment nearby. The coordinates for the encampment flashed on his screen, and without hesitation, Mortefi set course for the location.

Relief washed over him, mingling with a fresh wave of anxiety. They had found (Y/N), but the message offered no details about their condition. Were they injured? Were they safe? Mortefi's heart hammered in his chest loudly. The journey to the encampment felt like an eternity. The rough terrain seemed to conspire against him, each step a struggle against the elements. His flames flickered and sparked, scales on his body seemed to expand by the hour. His breath came in ragged gasps, the flames at his fingertips flickering with anxiety.

As he neared the coordinates, the encampment came into view. It was a makeshift shelter, hastily assembled but sturdy enough to withstand the elements. Mortefi's heart pounded in his chest, his fear and anticipation mounting with each step. His eyes darted around, searching frantically for any sign of (Y/N). The tension in the air was palpable, every nerve in his body on high alert.

A Midnight Ranger approached him cautiously, recognizing the volatile state Mortefi was in. "Mortefi?" the Ranger called out gently, holding up a hand to stop him. "Please, you need to calm down. Sir, your flames are getting everywhere."

Mortefi barely registered the words, his eyes wild with desperation. "Where are they?" he demanded, his voice a raw edge of fear and anger. "Where's (Y/N)?"

The Ranger stepped closer, trying to project calm. "They're here, but you need to take care of yourself first. You're at risk of overclocking. If you lose control, you could hurt them."

A medic hurried over, a look of concern on their face. "Sir, you need to stabilize. Please, let us help you before you see (Y/N)."

Mortefi's flames flickered wildly, his body emitting intense heat. He knew the medic was right, but the thought of (Y/N) lying somewhere injured was tearing him apart. "I can't wait," he protested, his voice cracking. "I need to see them now."

The medic shook their head firmly. "If you go in like this, you could do more harm than good. Please, take these." They handed Mortefi a set of vials containing a cooling serum and weak sedative. "These will help you stabilize."

Reluctantly, Mortefi took the vials, his hands trembling. He injected the serum into his arm, feeling the cool liquid spread through his veins. The flames that had been flickering uncontrollably began to subside, the heat within him slowly dissipating. He followed the medic to a small, makeshift tent where he was instructed to sit.

"Good," the medic said, watching him closely. "Now, follow my instructions. Breathe slowly, in and out. Focus on the cooling sensation, let it calm you."

Mortefi obeyed, his breath coming in slow, measured gasps. His thoughts were still a chaotic storm of fear and guilt, but the physical symptoms of overclocking began to fade. The medic continued to monitor him, occasionally checking his vital signs and administering small doses of additional medicines as needed.

Once his flames were under control, the medic nodded in approval. "You're doing better," she said. "Now we can talk about (Y/N)."

Mortefi's heart clenched at the mention of their name. "How are they?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

The medic's expression grew somber. "Their injuries are severe," she said. "Second-degree burns, lesions on different parts of their body, multiple lacerations, and severe exhaustion. It will take time for them to heal. When we found them, they were delirious from the pain and poison. They kept begging for it to be over, and they kept repeating your name until we sedated them."

Mortefi felt as if the ground had been pulled out from under him. The flames within him dimmed to a mere flicker, extinguished by the weight of his guilt and sorrow. He hung his head, his shoulders shaking with the effort to hold back tears. "This is my fault," he whispered. "I pushed them too hard. I drove them to this."

The medic placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "They’re stable now, but it will take time for them to heal. They are stronger than you think. We’ll shift them to the hospital in a few hours.”

He stood up; his legs shaky but determined. "I need to see them," he said quietly.

The medic led him to the back of the encampment where a makeshift infirmary had been set up. The sight of (Y/N) lying there, hooked up to various medical devices, made Mortefi's chest tighten. He approached slowly; his steps heavy with the weight of his guilt. (Y/N) looked so fragile, their body covered in bandages and their face pale.

Mortefi sank into a chair beside the bed, his heart aching with every beat. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I never meant for this to happen." He shook his head, the tears finally spilling over. "Of all the people," he choked out, "you were the last person I wanted to see hurt.”

As he sat there, holding their hand, Mortefi felt a sense of resolve settle over him. He would do whatever it took to help (Y/N) recover. And when they did, he would be honest about his feelings, about how much they meant to him. "I'm here," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "And I'm not going anywhere. When you wake up, we'll face this together. I'll make things right, I promise."

The encampment was quiet, the only sound the soft beeping of monitors and the gentle rustle of the wind outside. Mortefi sat by (Y/N)'s side, holding their hand as if it were a lifeline. The medic's words echoed in his mind; a reminder of the pain (Y/N) had endured. They had repeated his name, even in their delirium. Mortefi sat there, watching over (Y/N) as they slept, his mind a storm of emotions. He would make things right. He had to. Because losing (Y/N) was not an option. Not now, not ever.

Wuwa Masterlist

[phr3ia]

I Got Isekai'd Into A World Where I'm Just The Side Character (Wuthering Waves x Fem!Reader) [Chapter 2 : Theories]

[On your way back to Jinzhou...]

The overwhelming situation left you in disbelief, prompting a quiet internal scream as you struggled to process everything. "This is crazy!!!" Doubt crept in as you questioned whether it was all a dream, forcing you to test reality by attempting to pinch your skin. "I think I'm not doing it hard enough!" In a moment of desperation, you dashed towards a nearby tree and forcefully bashed your head against it, causing you to collapse to the ground in a daze.

"AHHHHH!!!" Chixia screamed, taken aback by your sudden action. "Y/N!" Yangyang exclaimed, rushing towards you to assist you in getting back on your feet.

Rover was the last one to catch up to the commotion. "Are you alright?" he asked, concern laced in his voice as he approached you.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Chixia snapped. "Are you trying to kill yourself?!"

Yangyang's calm demeanor attempted to diffuse the tension, "Let's get her to the Capital. Once there, we can get her checked by Mortefi."

"Yes, let's move." Rover agreed, supporting your arm along with Yangyang.

"Shit! Why does everything feel so real? Even the pain!" you silently panicked, glancing back and forth between Rover, Yangyang, and Chixia. "I don't understand! Am I dead? Was I just dreaming the whole time? I can't tell what's real anymore!" Panic filled your thoughts as confusion clouded your mind. "No! I'm 100% sure that I'm just dreaming right now!" you declared firmly. "How do I bring myself back to reality?" you pondered as you began to feel unsettled by the situation.

"That's it!" you loudly exclaimed, a grin spreading across your face.

You shifted your gaze to the surroundings and noticed a pond ahead. Without hesitation, you pulled away from Rover and Yangyang, diving headfirst into the water.

"Wait. I'm not sure if ending my life in this dream would wake me up." Then a sudden realization dawned on you when you remembered what Ryuji did to you.

"I'M DEAD!!!!!" you silently exclaimed in your thoughts as the reality of the situation finally sank in.

"HELP!!!" "I CAN'T SWIM!!!" you screamed, flailing your arms as you struggled to stay afloat.

"Y/N!" Rover exclaimed as he leaped into the pond to rescue you, only to discover that it wasn't even that deep.

Rover sighed as he stood there with his arms crossed, watching you struggle in the water that barely reached your waist. He slowly lowered you down, your feet touching the bottom. His other hand was already gripping the back of your shirt, holding you up just in case. "You're okay." he calmly said with a chuckle.

"There's something wrong with you!!!" Chixia pointed at you, accusing you of being crazy. "We really need to get her checked." Yangyang suggested as she awkwardly smiled at Chixia.

The water was freezing cold, causing you to shiver uncontrollably. This prompted Rover to quickly wrapped his leather jacket around your shoulders to keep you warm. "Let's get going." He stated, his hand resting on your back to guide you out of the pond.

Upon your arrival at the Capital, Rover, Yangyang and Chixia escorted you to the Huaxu Academy. They had already informed Mortefi in advance about your situation. You lay on the examination bed, with Rover standing close by as you both waited for him. While the girls were outside, conversing with Baizhi to inform her about what happened.

"Try to relax." he advised, gently smiling at you.

Just as Rover's expression turned pensive, the door to the examination room swung open, Mortefi striding in. "Ah, Rover." he greeted.

Rover nodded in acknowledgement.

"We've brought her in for an evaluation, Mortefi. Her behavior has been quite peculiar since we found her in the forest." Rover explained.

Mortefi approached the examination table, his hands gripping the edge. His eyes met yours, and he began to inspect you from head to toe. "Let's find out what's going on." He said, giving you a reassuring nod.

"Thank you..." You replied, silently hoping that this man could provide you with answers.

Rover couldn't help but wonder where you came from. He was certain that you were not at the top of the Giant Banyan Tree when they first left the area. Your sudden appearance remained a mystery not only to him, but to everyone as well.

Mortefi's eyes narrowed as he observed you closely, his mind racing with a million thoughts. He could sense that there was something off about you. But he knew better than to jump to conclusions, instead preferring to gather all the necessary information before forming a hypothesis.

"Tell me, do you have any recollection of how you ended up in the forest? Can you remember anything about your past?" Mortefi asked, his tone curious.

You're somewhat giving a similar aura like Rover, but there was something about you that was different. Something 'strange'.

"Is it okay if I tell him everything?" you silently questioned yourself. "What if he doesn't believe me?" After all that happened, you were filled with doubt and had become more cautious about everything. "But this is my only chance..." If there's even a slight possibility that you are still alive, you are determined to seek justice for what those bastards did to you.

As Mortefi watched you, he could sense your mixed emotions. He was surprisingly patient this time, so he waited for you to start your story, never once judging or attempting to prompt you. He understood that some things needed to be said at the right time, and he was more than willing to listen when that time came.

You took a deep breath, your voice trembled slightly as you speak. "There's a lot to tell, but... it's better if I just tell it all, right?"

As you narrate your story , your eyes glazed over, as if you could still see the horrors in your mind. You bit your lip, trying to regain control. Rover gazed at you with so much concern in his eyes. Mortefi listened intently, his expression unreadable. At times, he would jot something down on his notebook or examine you more closely, as if searching for corroboration in your physical condition. "I'll need more time to process this information, but I believe you." He explained, his voice firm yet full of understanding.

Mortefi walked over to a nearby cabinet, retrieving a device that resembled a modern stethoscope. He listened for a moment as he pressed the metal diaphragm to your chest, his eyes widening as if he heard something unexpected. With a furrowed brow, Mortefi removed the device. "This is interesting. I need to run more tests."

"Rover, could you ask Baizhi to do scans and bloodwork for Y/N?"

Rover nodded in agreement, understanding the urgency in Mortefi's voice.

Mortefi's gaze never left yours as he began to walk around the table, making a mental note of your condition.

The pieces slowly fell into place, and he began to form a hypothesis. It was a theory as old as history itself, but recent events in Huanglong had made it more plausible than ever. He couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the possibility of finally having tangible proof to support his theory. It had the potential to change the course of history in Huanglong.

The test results would provide invaluable insight, and Mortefi knew that every second counted. He couldn't afford to let this opportunity slip away.

"I'm not sure if we'll find answers right away, but I'll use all my resources to uncover the truth. In the meantime, you're safe here. No one will harm you while we have you under our care." Mortefi said, giving you a single pat on the shoulder.

Baizhi and Mortefi spent hours conducting examinations on you. But they were surprised to discover that all your results from the Forte Examination came back as an error. You do not have any tacet mark, no Rabelle's Curve, nothing! Indicating that you are not a Resonator. A contradicting result from what Mortefi detected earlier as he sensed a very strong frequency and vibration coming from you, yet the tests gave them an opposite results.

Mortefi suppressed a smirk. "Well, this is a first. Our scans indicate that you are not a Resonator. So, what are you, exactly?" He asked curiously, his mind racing with possibilities.

Mortefi's brow furrowed in confusion, his mind racing to make sense of the seemingly contradictory findings. His intuition told him there was more to you than meets the eye.

He turned to Baizhi, "Baizhi, I've heard rumors of a third category beyond Resonators and Non-Resonators. Have you ever heard of anything like this?"

"Well, yes, there was a theory circulating amongst the ancient texts. Individuals who are neither Resonators nor Non-Resonators, but who possess similar abilities." she replied.

Mortefi's eyes widened in astonishment. The theory, though controversial, was intriguing.

"Y/N, I will not ask you to trust me, but you have no other option. There's a method I want to try, but in order for it to work, I need your cooperation. Are you willing to do this for the sake of finding answers?" He asked, seriousness etched in his voice.

"Like what he said, I have no other choice." you thought to yourself as you sighed, nodding in agreement with him.

After that, Mortefi offered you a few suggestions that would also benefit your current situation. He then instructed you to keep this information confidential, as he wanted the experiment to remain discreet.

Mortefi pulled out a small, black case from one of his drawers. "This is a device called Omnisensor. This will allow me to monitor your physiological and psychological changes in real-time." With gentle hands, Mortefi attached the Omnisensor to your wrist. It was slim and almost unnoticeable.

"I'll keep in touch through the Omnisensor. Make sure to inform me of any unusual occurrences, no matter how insignificant it may seem. Rest assured, I'll leave no stone unturned until we have answers." Mortefi reassured you before he left the room to continue his research.

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End of Chapter 2 🥀...

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[n0tamused]

Can we have some fluff pining with Mortefi? Or just fluff in general pre relationship? Pls?

A/N: Hope you enjoy, anon! <3

-Ah, sweet old Mortefi, that grump is not the most open individual when it comes to his emotions. He doesn't even like bragging about his own genius inventions or ranting about the effort he had to put it, let alone be open about something as trivial as love

-Mortefi wasn't raised in an environment with the luxury of such emotional freedom, and for the biggest part of his childhood he only knew irritation and anger. Had he been younger, his approach to his current predicament would've been more aggressive, if nothing else

-But he is a man grown, and mature way past his years, and he knows the fragility and importance of these feelings he harbors so deep within himself

-So, when he began noticing tell-tale signs of love and longing forming and tying themselves around his heart all because of you, he began to wonder when these feelings began. 

-He softens towards this new wound in his heart that he couldn't complain about..he doesn't remember when he last felt this way and it was certainly new and worthy of his curiosity 

-Mortefi will not approach you for a long time in regards to these feelings, he'd much rather bury his nose in his works and overwork himself with endless projects 

-But ever so slowly you notice his lingering presence. It's not overwhelming, and you get rather comfortable with him around. He is always there if you run into any problems, how convenient.

-He still longs to be close to a person, to share company with someone dear to him, and he tries to make it as comfortable for you both as best as he can and as best as he knows how to. This would often be after work hours, inviting you over for deserts, be it at a restaurant or his own place where he makes dishes for you himself

-He isn’t a fan of the fast food industry so you won’t catch him buying anything of that kind, yet if he knows you like a certain fast food brand he may gift you a packet of your favorite snacks, or even better- he’d create something better than that brand. He has no lack of materials or knowledge on this, so in just a few days he’d present you with a box of your favorite flavors, just don’t press the issue too much, he may become a sassy or snappy

-A simple thanks will do.

-He expresses his care through these gifts and acts of service that aim to make your day better and easier and he is noticeably softer towards you, a bit kinder in his word choice. But he also never falters with guiding you through your problems with a firm but caring hand

-At times he may come to avoid too much eye contact with you, especially if he is too caught up thinking about these growing feelings he has

-It takes a long time until he comes to terms he will either have to fess up or learn to live with these feelings. The latter is more probable, as he doesn’t wish to make you uncomfortable by just admitting his feelings when you may not even return the sentiment

-But if you show the same interest back? And state it clearly without any mixed signals? Well, Mortefi couldn’t be more relieved and happy.

-He does go out of his way to make the confession sweet but not too flashy, he is not a man that likes that much attention in general and that hold up even stronger when it comes to his love life

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[aventurineswife]

hellooooo! this is my first request on this blog if requests are currently open. If it's alright with you, may i have Jiyan Mortefi, or Yuanwu with a teen!reader who's like mafuyu from project sekai when she ran away from her controlling mom after a really bad arguement?

The Weight of Perfection

Tags: Jiyan x Reader, Mortefi x Reader, Yuanwu x Reader, Teen!Reader, Emotional healing, Parental expectations, Supportive platonic relationships, Angst, Mentorship, Hopeful.

Warnings: Emotional distress, Family pressure, Mentions of mental health struggles, Possible self-doubt or identity crises.

The forest was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves carried by the evening breeze. Jiyan, standing at the edge of a small clearing, surveyed the area with a calculating gaze. His Midnight Rangers were camped nearby, their fires flickering against the encroaching darkness. But something had caught his attention—a presence that felt out of place.

He stepped forward, his hair swaying behind him. Among the shadows, he spotted you huddled against a tree, knees pulled tightly to your chest. Trembling but defiant, your tear-streaked face was illuminated briefly by the moonlight.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Jiyan said calmly, crouching down to your level. His voice was gentle but firm, like the steady winds before a storm. “This forest is dangerous.”

You flinched but didn’t look up. “I had nowhere else to go,” you murmured.

Jiyan studied you carefully. Your clothes were neat but wrinkled, as if they had been packed hastily. Your hollow, tired eyes spoke volumes—a weight far heavier than anyone your age should bear.

“I can tell,” he said softly, sitting down beside you. “You’ve run from something.”

You hesitated, then nodded. “My mom,” you whispered. “She wants me to be perfect. Good grades, sports, everything. But... I can’t. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Jiyan’s gaze softened. “I understand,” he said. “Once, I thought I had to be someone I wasn’t, too. A healer, just like my family wanted. But there comes a time when you have to decide for yourself who you want to be.”

You looked at him for the first time, searching his face for any sign of judgment. Instead, you found quiet resolve and empathy.

“You’re safe here,” Jiyan assured you. “Stay with us tonight. Tomorrow, we’ll figure out what comes next.”

As the night deepened, Jiyan called forth the Qingloong, its ethereal form circling above to guard the camp. For the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of safety, a storm’s eye amidst the chaos of your life.

Mortefi adjusted his pristine gloves, a frown tugging at his lips. The quiet knock at his workshop door had been an unwelcome interruption. He wasn’t expecting visitors, least of all at this hour.

When he opened the door, the sight before him made him pause. You stood there, disheveled and out of breath, clutching a small bag like it was the only thing tethering you to the world.

“Who sent you?” Mortefi asked sharply, though his tone softened when he noticed your trembling hands.

“No one,” you said, your voice barely audible. “I just... I didn’t know where else to go.”

Mortefi’s brow furrowed. He wasn’t accustomed to unannounced visitors, much less ones who looked like they were on the verge of breaking. He stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter.

“Sit,” he said curtly, clearing a space amidst the neatly arranged tools and schematics. He watched as you hesitated, then sank into the chair, your movements stiff with exhaustion.

“Now,” Mortefi said, crossing his arms, “explain.”

The words spilled out in a rush. “My mom. She wants me to be perfect. I can’t. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Mortefi’s gaze sharpened. He saw himself in your words—years of suffocating under expectations, of being shaped into something he wasn’t. He knelt down, his fiery hair catching the light.

“You’re not a tool to be used,” he said firmly. “You’re a person, and you deserve to decide who that person is.”

You stared at him, surprised by the warmth beneath his stern exterior. “But... what if I don’t know who I am?”

Mortefi’s lips quirked in a rare, gentle smile. “Then we’ll figure it out. Together.”

He stood, extending a hand. “Come. I’ve just finished a prototype for a toy dragon. Perhaps it’ll help clear your mind.”

For the first time in days, you smiled—a small, fragile thing, but genuine. And as Mortefi guided you into his world of invention and fire, you began to feel the faint stirrings of hope.

The gym was empty, save for the soft hum of the overhead lights. Yuanwu wiped his hands on a towel, preparing to lock up for the night when he heard the faint creak of the door.

“Hello?” he called, his voice calm but firm.

You stepped inside, drenched from the rain, your bag slung over one shoulder. Your eyes were downcast, but Yuanwu could see the exhaustion etched into your features.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Yuanwu set the towel down, his kind eyes taking in your soaked clothes and trembling frame. “Come in,” he said gently. “You look like you need a warm drink.”

He guided you to a chair near the corner of the gym, where the scent of freshly brewed tea lingered. Handing you a steaming cup, he sat down across from you.

“Take your time,” he said, his voice soothing. “You’re safe here.”

You sipped the tea, your hands shaking slightly. Finally, you spoke. “I ran away. My mom... she expects me to be perfect. I can’t. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Yuanwu nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Perfection is a heavy burden,” he said. “It’s not something anyone should have to carry alone.”

You looked up at him, surprised by his understanding. “What if I don’t know who I’m supposed to be?”

Yuanwu smiled, the faint lines around his eyes softening. “That’s the beauty of it,” he said. “You don’t have to have all the answers right now. What matters is that you keep searching.”

He stood, gesturing to the training mats. “Whenever you’re ready, we can start with a lesson. Martial arts isn’t just about strength—it’s about finding balance, both in the body and the mind.”

You hesitated, then nodded. For the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of hope, like the first rays of dawn breaking through a storm. And under Yuanwu’s patient guidance, you began to believe that maybe, just maybe, you could find yourself again.

[aventurineswife]

AND KISS DAY WITH MORTEFI SO HA!

-Smooch Anon 💋

Kiss of the Crimson Flame

Summary: On Kiss Day, you challenge Mortefi to step out of his work-obsessed shell and embrace the sentimentality of the day. Despite his disdain for the superficial nature of the holiday, he reluctantly gives in to your persistence. In a rare moment of vulnerability, Mortefi shares a kiss, offering a glimpse into the softer side of the proud, meticulous man.

Tags: Mortefi x Reader, Valentine's Week Special, Kiss Day, Fluff, Slow Burn, Emotional Vulnerability, Gentle Mortefi, Romantic Tension.

A/N: YOU SLY SMOOCHER!! 🙈🤭🏃‍♀️❤️

The air around Huaxu Academy was crisp and vibrant, the early whispers of spring beginning to make themselves known through the faint scent of cherry blossoms in the breeze. It was the kind of day that made even the hardest of hearts soften, and yet, Mortefi was entirely absorbed in his work, his sharp eyes scanning over schematics in his pristine laboratory. The hum of the machines, the smell of polished metal, and the sound of rhythmic tapping as his gloves delicately manipulated his tools were all he needed to feel at ease.

The world beyond the lab was a distraction, but today, something was different. The annual Valentine’s Week had brought a peculiar atmosphere to the academy, and you, always aware of Mortefi’s detached nature, decided it was the perfect moment to get his attention for something other than work. Today was Kiss Day, and perhaps you could break through the stoic barrier of the brilliant, fiery scientist.

With careful steps, you approached the lab’s door.

"Mortefi?" you called out, your voice echoing in the vast space, filled with half-finished inventions and complex machinery.

His crimson hair was the first thing you noticed as he turned, his back still stiff despite the softening of his expression. "What is it?" His tone was a sharp blend of curiosity and irritation, typical when he was interrupted, especially on such a day. His eyes, deep-set and intense, locked onto yours, scanning you with calculated precision.

"Well, you know what today is, right?" you asked, trying to make your words light, but also knowing you had to push him out of his usual stoicism.

"Of course," he replied, clearly uninterested. "Another trivial day created by society's superficial need for validation. I’m quite busy here, as you can see." He waved a hand dismissively toward the intricate machinery laid out before him.

You smiled, knowing his temper would flare soon, but you weren't going to let him off the hook that easily. Stepping closer, you said, "It's Kiss Day, Mortefi. A day for affection, for people to express feelings that don’t often get voiced."

A flicker of something — annoyance, maybe, but also curiosity — flashed across his face. “You know I have little patience for such trivialities,” he muttered, straightening his pristine white robe, as if to assert control over the situation. "But tell me, why would you come here for such nonsense?"

"Because," you began, stepping into his personal space with a playful smirk, "I thought, maybe, I could get a kiss from the one person who is truly worth it." You dared a glance at his Tacet Mark, hidden beneath the bandages, aware of the fire that simmered within him, even if it wasn’t always visible.

His gaze faltered for a brief moment, his proud eyes narrowing as his mind seemingly raced for a reply. "You are quite bold," he said, his voice betraying a slight shift. It was almost… softer. "But do you truly think you can just… distract me with such an absurd request?"

You didn’t back down. "Why not? You may be a genius, Mortefi, but you’re still human. You deserve affection just like everyone else."

There was silence for a moment, broken only by the faint hum of machines. His fingers twitched at his side, then, before you knew it, he closed the space between you, his movements fluid despite the icy exterior.

You felt a surge of anticipation as he stopped just inches from you, his deep-set eyes boring into yours. “You are trying my patience,” he muttered, but there was a certain weight to his words now. "Very well."

He cupped your cheek with the fire-resistant glove, his fingers oddly gentle despite their usual precision. The coldness of the glove against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, but it was his intensity, his refusal to acknowledge the vulnerability of the moment, that made your heart race.

And then, with the faintest flicker of flame in his eyes, Mortefi leaned in. His lips brushed against yours, a kiss that was hesitant, yet purposeful. It was as if the heat that he always kept so tightly controlled was now finally seeping through, barely restrained by the layers of pride and precision that made him who he was.

When he pulled back, there was an unspoken understanding in the silence. His lips were just a whisper away from yours as he spoke, “Don’t think this means I’m swayed so easily. But... I suppose it’s only fitting for one as persistent as you.”

You smiled, warmth flooding your chest. “I’ll take it as a victory, then.”

With a huff, Mortefi straightened, wiping his lips with the back of his glove as if to rid himself of the faint warmth lingering from the kiss. “Hmph. If you’re satisfied, I suppose that’s enough.” But his eyes softened just a fraction, an unspoken admission that perhaps, for all his pride, he was beginning to understand the significance of this simple, human connection.

As you left the lab later, the once cold, austere environment now seemed a little warmer, like the quiet pulse of a flame that had finally been acknowledged. Mortefi may have dismissed the holiday as a trivial construct, but it was clear that, in his own way, he’d given you a part of himself that day — a kiss, simple yet powerful, a moment of tenderness hidden beneath the layers of his fiery exterior.

And somehow, that was enough.

[n0tamused]

Hello

Would you feel comfortable writing about periods?

If so I wanted to request Jiyan and Mortefi comforting reader during one

Thank you in advance ^^

A/N: Thank you for the request! I went with writing hcs for this, since those are easier to get done. So I do hope you like them anon :)

Jiyan:

-He is not around too much to really be in tune with your cycles but he is no stranger to them. He was raised by his mother who was a medic and not really the person to evade the subject simply because he was a boy

-When he is around and not fighting Tacet Discords or some other beast out there, he will be tending to you. Be it by spending time with you, holding you as you sleep or holding hands as you browse the market down the street - he needs to make up for all the lost time while he was away

-For this specific scenario, Jiyan wouldn’t need much verbal confirmation from you that you’re on your period. He sees the way you hold one hand over your belly and sees the even more obvious - blood stains on the sheets.

-You won’t find any judgment from him, he doesn’t think twice before he’s already looking for new sheets to change the bed while you’re in the bathroom. This man has seen far worse things to even be made to raise a brow at a little bit of blood on the blankets. 

-Doesn’t make any fuss about it and asks whether you’d like him to prepare you anything to help with cramps or if you’d like a massage. And he is quick to tell you to lay down on the bed or sit at the dining table if you choose one or the other. Jue knows he’s tired as hell so when he sees you dozing off after taking medicine or getting your muscles worked out by his calloused big hands, he’s right there with you

-If you’d allow him, he’d spoon you and keep one hand on your abdomen. Sometimes he does it unconsciously too while cuddling, and the warmth of his hand definitely brings comfort and some ease from the aching pain there

-If you happen to be low on any hygiene products he can get them for you - although he will ask a lot about your preferred brands. If they don’t have X product, will Z product work for you? Or maybe a Y product? etc..

-Should you be feeling really emotional due to the wonders of a period, Jiyan is quite cautious to not upset you, and may lack in words a bit, offering you more silence if he sees that’s what would work for you. If you need reassurance he is there to give it to you too, he does strive for a good balance of everything, but he does prefer to communicate everything clearly. Tell him what you need, what you want him to do, and he is at it. 

-It’s all domestic fluff with this man, he’s really chill and only worries if you’re in huge amounts of pain or if you refuse his help.

-You’re in safe hands if Jiyan is there to help you.

Mortefi:

-May come off as a person that would be disgusted by periods or anything that makes a mess, but he is not.

-Although he does fret or fuss a little over any bloodied sheets or a spot on the couch, he is quick to reassure you it’s not your fault - In a nutshell, it comes off like he’s angry at your uterus or pads for letting it all out rather than you. You can’t help it

-He cleans it all up on his own, no one else can do it as perfectly as he needs it all to be

-Doesn’t mind if you stay in bed for longer, and he makes it a point to check up on you throughout the day, even if it happens to be a work day for him, he will make time to walk back home or at least send you a text or give you a call just to make sure you’re doing well

-Doesn’t let you eat much, or any, fast processed food. Instead you get to indulge into even more of his own cooking!

-Besides his favorites - deserts of all sorts - he is not half bad at making good, healthy dishes that hold an abundance of all things good for you

-It’s like having your own personal chef, and he surely does not disappoint. If you happen to be craving something specific and there’s not a food out there that encapsulates that taste, he figures out a new dish just for you

-He would love it if you were at the dining table while he was making all these foods because he loves to talk to you and hear you talk to him, it gives him time to remind you in his own way that he cares

-It feels like he mothers you at times, but he is sweet for it. Sometimes you may catch his ears being dusted with red blush if he says something more straightforward about these feelings.

-Mortefi would also make sure to bring home quality hygiene products. He’d rather not risk your skin getting irritated, he wants you to be comfortable. He gets you heat bottles too, sometimes he uses them too if he has a stomach ache or a particularly bad headache.

-Not big on cuddles but will indulge you all the way. You just need to slide up to his side and draw his arm over your shoulders and he’s pulling you further in. 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[aventurineswife]

ok, weird thought : does mortefi ever changes those scales that grow on him? like they fall off as a new one just grows? and if they do, what happens with the old ones? does he gift them to his s/o?

Yes, Mortefi's scales do shed occasionally as new ones grow, though this happens rarely due to the intense nature of his Resonance. Being meticulous and sentimental in his own way, he carefully collects the shed scales instead of discarding them.

If he has a S/O, he might secretly craft the scales into beautiful trinkets or jewelry—like a pendant or brooch—and gift them as a token of his affection. While he'd act nonchalant about it, deep down, it’s his way of showing trust and intimacy, as the scales are a part of his very being 🤧💖

[aventurineswife]

Keep sending them in yeah? 👀

Well then

Hcs for.....Mortefi 😏 first meet, confession, first date, dating in general

-Smooch Anon 💋

Mortefi HCs

A/N: YOU SLY SMOOCHER!! 🤭

First Meet:

You first meet Mortefi in Huaxu Academy, where you were assigned as his assistant in the Tacetite Weaponry department. Initially, Mortefi seemed irritated by having to work with anyone at all, preferring solitude and efficiency over companionship.

He was distant and rather cold, his attention rarely deviating from his work. But you noticed the subtle way his eyes would flicker to you when you spoke, showing a faint curiosity despite his serious demeanor.

It took time for him to warm up, but your dedication and genuine interest in his work slowly broke down some of his walls. Mortefi was impressed by your patience and intelligence, and over time, he grew to enjoy your presence—even if he was reluctant to admit it.

Mortefi found himself intrigued by the way you challenged him intellectually, often sparking passionate debates about his designs. He realized that he admired your mind as much as he respected your skills.

Confession:

Mortefi struggled with expressing his feelings. To him, emotions were weaknesses, so he tried to ignore the budding affection he felt for you, convincing himself it was nothing more than a distraction.

However, the more he suppressed his feelings, the more they grew, and he eventually reached a point where he could no longer deny them. His confession was blunt and straightforward; he didn’t see a need for grand gestures.

In a rare moment of vulnerability, he approached you after a long day in the lab, nervously fiddling with a small invention in his hand as he admitted, “You’ve become…important to me.” He hesitated, visibly uncomfortable, but his sincerity shone through.

Although he couldn’t articulate his feelings perfectly, his quiet admission held a depth of emotion that surprised even him. It was clear he had chosen you carefully, and once he confessed, he was fully committed to the relationship.

First Date:

For your first date, Mortefi opted for a private setting away from prying eyes. He arranged a quiet dinner at his residence, cooking a meal himself to avoid the formalities of a public setting and focus solely on you.

While the dinner itself was rather simple, Mortefi made an effort to tailor it to your tastes, having discreetly taken note of your preferences over time. He wasn’t used to these gestures, and it was endearing to see him try.

Conversation was hesitant at first, but he gradually opened up, sharing stories of his childhood and discussing his passion for inventing Tacetite technology. For Mortefi, it was a significant step, and he found himself genuinely enjoying your company without his usual guarded demeanor.

As the night went on, Mortefi’s stiff demeanor softened, and he even managed a small, genuine smile when he saw how happy you were. He was still somewhat formal, but there was warmth in his actions that revealed his growing affection for you.

Dating in General:

Mortefi is a devoted and fiercely loyal partner, but he can come off as overly serious and intense. His affection is often expressed through subtle actions rather than words. He might craft a small gadget for you or improve something you use daily—silent ways of showing he cares.

While he’s not the type to be openly affectionate, Mortefi is surprisingly attentive. He remembers every small detail you mention, from your favorite book to a passing comment about needing a particular tool, and he makes sure to take care of these things without you even asking.

Mortefi is protective and might come off as a bit possessive. He’s cautious around others when it comes to you, not out of jealousy but a genuine concern for your well-being. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, Mortefi’s gaze alone is enough to send them away.

Although he struggles with expressing emotions verbally, Mortefi learns to show his love through acts of service and quality time, prioritizing you in his usually busy schedule. Small gestures—like a warm cup of tea left on your desk or a small, handmade trinket—are his way of reminding you that you’re always in his thoughts.

Over time, Mortefi opens up more, allowing himself to share his insecurities and his dreams. His usually stoic exterior softens with you, and he learns to embrace the vulnerability that comes with being in love.

[n0tamused]

Could you please write some hcs for Mortefi, Jiyan, and Calcharo with a shy and anxious reader?

A/N: thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy these. It's my first time writing Calcharo so I hope I did him justice

Contents: Jiyan x Reader. Mortefi x Reader, Calcharo x Reader, all separate, gn s/o, fluff, a bit of crack ngl

Jiyan:

-Keen eyes is one of Jiyan’s best characteristics, and when it comes to you that trait of his gets amplified tenfold. He knows you more and more, day by day, and he keeps little mental notes of your person

-Just a person, and even more so as a medic at heart, Jiyan is able to notice your anxious behavior from a long mile away, and he does do his best to ease you in situations where he can

-He would never leave you alone if the situation is something you can’t handle, or if you’re simply feeling unwell - unless you voice it that you want to be alone

-Patience of a saint and the gentleness of a flower. It’s one of his best virtues, being able to lead an army like a general but remain soft and giving, not allowing his heart to turn to stone

-He does have the tendency to reach for your hand if he sees you really nervous or fidgeting. Sometimes he’d take your hand in both of his and massage your knuckles and fingers with one hand, all while asking if you’re alright and if there’s anything you’d like him to do

-When he’s on the front lines and comes across any medicinal herbs that could help you, he send them to you with a little heartfelt note on how to best prepare it, make it into tea or even possibly incense 

-Always there to listen to you if you have anything to let off your chest

-If it makes it easier, he also talks for you in situations where you may be overly exhausted or simply don’t have the strength to talk to the other person. He never oversteps this though, he doesn’t say something you may not agree to

-Lots of people know you because they see you two so close together all the time, and due to that you have their respect. Some may even fear to land a finger on you since they’d rather not have the General hounding them down

-Jiyan may also have his mother check in on you when he’s away on the battlefield and when he can’t be there for you

Mortefi:

-Yapper one thousand deluxe and the enemy of anxiety if you ask me

-Not that he doesn’t know what or how it feels like, he had his moments too, but he has grown into the man that he is today. Anxiety fears HIM.

-He is a bit dense, so he may come off as if he’s trying to scold you when he catches you holding back on saying something, especially if it’s directed at him

-He encourages you to just talk, spill it out, he will not scold you for voicing your thoughts and in many situations he even looks forward to what you have to say

-He doesn’t mind quiet. If he sees some silence will do you good he will just shut it, occasionally flicking his lighter - the sound is just so satisfying and calming in times like this

-Mortefi isn’t too big on PDA, but on occasion he will place his hand on your shoulder or back to guide you through a crowd of perhaps down the hall. It’s a small little reminder that he has your back

-Doesn’t tolerate anyone that may have something unsavory to say about your shyness or anxiety. He is blunt and sharp, and says exactly how disappointed he is in the person that says so. And what could hurt more than being called an idiot by THE Mortefi in the most eloquent way that it leaves you questioning if it was flattery or well disguised cussing

-Mortefi also gets into the habit of leaving behind little things and trinkets for you, usually little sweet treats to get your spirits back up, but sometimes it may be little notes too to remind you to not lose courage or reminding you to eat

Calcharo:

-When he first notices you are really quiet and fidgety and refuse to meet his gaze he doesn’t think too much of it - at the end of the day you wouldn’t be the first nor the last one that is afraid of him

-But as time passes and you two bond and grow close, he realizes it’s not just fear of him, but also something much deeper and complex, something he can’t quite grasp yet and that leaves him puzzled

-Does ask some questions in regards to why you feel so anxious, or why you can’t just say what’s on your mind to certain people - especially to those that deserve to have a taste of their medicine

-He may not fully understand now, but he doesn’t deny that this exists and that it should be treated with some delicacy

-Now that is something he fears he can’t do. Softness is not his forte. He can’t hold you like a mother holds a baby, that gentleness evades him, and he can’t tell you love poems to ease your heart, that kind of creativity never came naturally to him

-But he can ensure your safety, through and through. If someone is bothering you, they won’t be doing so for much longer. If you need something from the markets and are anxious to go since it’s too crowded, he is going in your stead. If someone dares to be rude to you in front of him, they’ll be lucky to walk away with their spirit still within them.

-He does his best to accommodate you, even when it may be unreasonable to do so. 

-He is short and direct with words, so he does tell you things that seem odd to him in regards to his behavior, the same way he does to his men - but the difference is that there is much more..care in his tone when speaking to you. He cares for his team, but even more so for you

-Calcharo may look like a big scary dog that bites everything that moves, but if you come to him asking for a hug because your anxiety spiked and you just need to be held, he is opening his arms and pulling you into a gentle little bear hug and holding you until you start to pull away

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[phr3ia]

I Got Isekai'd Into A World Where I'm Just The Side Character (Wuthering Waves x Fem!Reader) [Chapter 3 : Acceptance]

"Hey, you ready to go?" Rover asked as he entered the lab. "So, that was Mortefi?" you asked, to which he nodded in response. "He seems like a reasonable guy." you remarked, rising from the examination table. 

"Indeed he is." Rover agreed. 

Mortefi and Baizhi briefed Rover on your situation and even shared their theory with him. This information was only disclosed to the Magistrate and Rover, as your case was unique and they couldn't risk compromising it.

"By the way, the Magistrate wanted to see you."

"Ma----who?" You furrowed your brows in confusion as you didn't understand what he had just said.

"The Magistrate." he said again. "She rules over the city." Rover elaborated, leading you out of the Huaxu Academy.

"So, she's like the Mayor of Jinzhou?" you joked, trying to lighten the air.

Rover gave a small chuckle. "In a sense, yes. She's a respected figure in the city."

"Over here!" Chixia exclaimed, waving to you and Rover. Yangyang and her were waiting for both of you right at the exit. "So, we heard from Baizhi that the Magistrate wanted to see her!" Chixia said with an excited look on her face. 

"Yes, the Magistrate wanted to meet her right away." Rover replied. 

"Okay then! Yangyang and I will head over to Ms. Panhua's restaurant to order something for dinner. We'll wait for you guys there." Chixia beamed as she tugged Yangyang along with her.

"Is she always that cheerful?" You asked, wondering where she's getting all that energy from.

"She has her moments when she's serious, but for the most part, she keeps things lighthearted." He said, his eyes following their departure for a brief moment.

As the two of you walked toward the Magistrate's office, Rover began to share his story. "And about the Magistrate, she takes care of the city and its citizens. She took me in when I first arrived in Jinzhou without any memories of where I came from." Rover confided in you, looking straight ahead as he explained. "That was months ago, and I still can't remember who I was before."

You can see the yearning in Rover's eyes, as if there is a huge part of him that is missing.

"Hey, let's not give up, okay? We'll do this together, one step at a time." you cheered him up, empathizing with what he's going through. It's overwhelming to live in a place where you know nothing about. The anxiety and uncertainties were definitely feelings that Rover experienced as well.

"Thank You, Y/N" Rover nodded gratefully, a small smile forming on his lips.

As you reached the Magistrate's chambers, A voice called from within, inviting you to enter. You took a deep breath as the guards opened the door for you and Rover.

"Don't worry. She's a good person." He assured you.

The Magistrate's office was grand, yet comfortable, filled with a sense of warmth. The Magistrate sat behind her desk, her features striking as she stood up and welcomed you both with open arms.

"Welcome, Y/N. Mortefi and Rover has told me about your unique situation. Please, take a seat. You too, Rover." She gestured to the chairs in front of her, a warm smile on her face. "Now, I am sure you have a lot of questions."

You nodded, greeting her back. "It's nice to meet you, Madam Magistrate."

Rover watched you closely, his expression unreadable, as the Magistrate began to delve deeper into your situation.

She began telling you things about ancient beings from the past that you couldn't quite understand. Although she couldn't confirm whether Mortefi's theories were correct, she told you it was the only explanation that made sense at the moment.

However, she also made it clear to you that you weren't dreaming at all.

Upon listening to her, you suddenly exclaimed, "WAIT?! SO YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT I JUST GOT ISEKAI'D?!!? THE SHIT IS REAL?!" your sudden outburst startled The Magistrate and Rover.

Jinhsi raised an eyebrow, her expression intrigued. "Isekai'd'? Do enlighten us on what that means."

Rover looked confused, his gaze flickering between the Magistrate and you.

You sighed, knowing that you had to explain this. "Isekai literally means 'another world'. In the context of anime and manga, it's when a person is transported to another world." You elaborated, hoping it was clear enough.

Rover scratched the back of his head, still trying to catch up.

Jinhsi shook her head, calling you peculiar, but in a playful manner. "Well, that's an interesting way to describe it."

You immediately realized that they didn't understand what you were talking about, which made you sigh.

"We'll have Mortefi conduct a series of tests and see if he can shed more light on your condition. And in the meantime, you'll be staying in the city. If you need anything, feel free to come to me or Rover here." She assured you, glancing at Rover.

"Thank you, Magistrate." You acknowledged her offer, your eyes flickering to Rover as well. After thanking Jinhsi for her time and hospitality, Rover escorted you back outside the chambers.

"The Magistrate arranged for you to stay at the inn where I'm currently staying. It's located in the center of Jinzhou. You'll be given a room right next to mine. It's safer that way, and I can help you get acquainted with the city." He explained as you both headed towards Ms. Panhua's Restaurant.

You nodded, acknowledging his words. "Thanks. Everything's been a bit overwhelming, so I appreciate the company and the arrangements."

As the two of you arrived at the restaurant, the cheerful cries of Yangyang and Chixia could be heard before you even stepped inside. "We've already ordered enough for everyone!" Chixia exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with joy as she saw you and Rover approaching them.

They were quick to fill you in on details about the city and its inhabitants, which you eagerly listened to. Despite your initial confusion and disbelief, you found yourself slowly accepting this new reality, embracing the company and the warmth that this new group of people offered.

Once you finished your meal, you said your goodbyes to Yangyang and Chixia, promising to meet them again in the next few days.

"Y/N, if you ever need someone to talk to, feel free to approach me. I know this whole situation is overwhelming, and it can be lonely sometimes." Rover spoke sincerely, his eyes meeting yours briefly. "You don't have to bear this alone."

You gave him a small smile of gratitude. "Thank you, Rover. That means a lot to me."

He nodded, leading you to the inn.

[2nd floor of the Inn]

"This is your room. If you need anything, you can find me next door. Don't forget to knock though, unless you want to walk in on me while I'm changing or something." He joked lightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he flashed a quick smile.

"Got it." You chuckled.

Rover paused for a moment, his hand resting on the doorknob. "Well, goodnight, Y/N. And welcome to Jinzhou."

"Goodnight, Rover."

As you settled into your new room, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. On one hand, you were still trying to wrap your head around the idea of being in a different world. On the other hand, you felt a growing comfort and familiarity with this strange new place, thanks to the friendly faces that had welcomed you.

Closing the door to your room, you leaned against it and sighed, allowing yourself to let go of the day's events. But as you did so, your thoughts returned to your previous life. The nagging feeling of unfinished business with the men who abused you weighed heavily on your heart, and your resolve to uncover the truth behind your situation only strengthened.

With that in mind, you vowed to make the most of this new life, to find answers, and to make things right - for yourself, for justice, and for the world you left behind.

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End of Chapter 3 🥀...

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Before It Ends (Jiyan x Fem!Reader) [Chapter 6 - Misunderstood]

"How the fuck did someone as clever and resourceful as you keep coming back looking like you got jumped in an alley by a group of Tacet Discords in the middle of the night?!"

Mortefi tried his best to remain professional with you, but he just couldn't handle it anymore. He stared in aggravation as he took in the bruises and cuts on your face, marring your cheeks as you grinned at him guiltily.

"Y/N. This is the seventhtime in a week, you have come to my lab looking like you got dragged through the nearest Tacet Field and then drowned in the waters outside the Academy!" he growled, as he walked towards you and grabbed your wrist firmly - not gently, because Mortefi had enough of you.

Mortefi pulled you towards the small area he'd made specifically to treat you. "Did you forget that you're supposed to heal the Rangers, not fight the TDs and let them beatyou into a pulp?"

Mortefi doesn't even bother letting you respond, his hand rising to cover your mouth. "No. Shut up. I've heard the arguments three times already." he grumbled, starting to painstakingly clean up your wounds before doing an Overclocking Diagnostic Report on you. "I swear to the Sentinels, it's like you purposefully go hurling yourself into every dangerous situation you can get into! Not even Chixia gets into this much trouble, and we both know how reckless she can get!"

Mortefi can feel the familiar burn of his mounting frustration, his scales warming against his chest as he grit his teeth and started to place bandages and patches over your bruises and cuts. "I swear to Jué, you're damn lucky I care about you, or I'd leave your dumbass to bleed on the Academy steps until Baizhi takes pity on you..."

"Here we go again, a complete change of attitude when no one else is around inside the Academy during nightime.. I prefer the morning Mortefi. He was much more level-headed." you said, trying to provoke him further. "And for your information, we were swarmed by Tacet Discords the whole day while distributing medical supplies in the Port City of Guixu. I had no other choice but to fight." you added, trying to explain your side.

Mortefi stared at you, stunned for barely a moment. Then the anger flared up quickly, causing the fire inside him to ignite and lick at his scales.

"'No other choice? You had plenty of choices, you just kept making the worst of them, every time. Plenty of opportunities to stay back and not get hurt." he growled, swiping your bandaged hand away from him to emphasize his words. "You're one of the best at what you do, you don't need to be proving yourself! And remember, we don't want you overexerting yourself and risking overclocking. Didn't the General remind you about that?"

"Yeah." you replied, with a slight pout on your face.

"For all the times I tell you to be safe, you keep doubling  down on reckless behavior!" He stood, taking a step away. "And yes, I was probably calmer in the morning, when your reckless ass wasn't bleeding all over my laboratory, and I wasn't given cause to worry about you for another goddamn day, yes?"

His voice rose, palpable anger bubbling under the surface of his words as he addressed you. "You may think you're helping, but here you are looking like this! Then you come in, grin on your face and act like you've done something grand when all you've managed to do is nearly get yourself killed!" He took a deep breath, trying to bring his anger back under control. As a Fusion Mutant Resonator, Mortefi's overexertion of his emotions could lead to him Overclocking. The last thing the Academy needed was for their head of the Branch of Tacetite Weaponry to lose control of his abilities.

"Jeez! Relax!" you said, patting his head. This reminded you of the incident where Mortefi overclocked in Desorock Highland, resulting in a major fire.

Mortefi stiffened as you reached up to pat his head. ""I'm not a child, and I certainly am not a puppy that you can pat on the head." He snapped, voice still thick with anger as he stared at you.

"Just...please, next time, try to remain a little bit smarter, a little bit more cautious. For me."

Mortefi couldn't look you in the eyes. Instead, he looked at your bandages, at the remnants of blood that clung to them. "Now stop antagonizing me, get on the table so I can begin examining you. I'll send word to the General and the others on your team about your condition, so no more fieldwork for a few days, got it?"

"These are just minor injuries. It's not like I'm in a life-or-death situation." you remarked, rolling your eyes at him.

"Mother entrusted you to my care. So please, Y/N, just listen to me this once." Mortefi's voice softened.

"Okay..." you sighed in defeat. Mortefi had always been tough on you, but you understood it was for your own good.

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Both of you are from the New Federation. You are Mortefi's younger step-sister. His biological mother passed away when he was young, and his father remarried, making your mother his new wife.

You and Mortefi came from a noble family in the New Federation. His biological mother passed away when he was young, and his father remarried, bringing your mother into the family as his new wife. At first, Mortefi was not fond of having you as his younger step-sister, but he eventually grew to care for you. He was always protective of you, constantly watching out for your well-being.

You never had an issue growing up in the New Federation. However, you were disheartened by the way the nation handled the discrimination between Resonators and Non-Resonators. Your strong sense of justice was deeply troubled by living in a nation that was unjust to its citizens. The New Federation also takes pride in Science and Technology, to the extent that the experiments conducted were deemed immoral, a reality that Mortefi found intolerable.

This pushed you and Mortefi to leave the Nation over a decade ago and embark on a journey to Huanglong, where you could effectively utilize your knowledge and skills for the betterment of society. And the people here are unaware of your relationship with each other, except for the Magistrate. But it wasn't a secret worth keeping. Both of you were simply waiting for someone to ask about it.

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"You're going to be out of commission for a few days. You'll need to bare with me. It's for your own good, and I'm the only one who knows how to do it right." Mortefi folded his arms, locking his gaze with yours, making sure you understood  his intentions.

"Now that you're evolving, we need to be cautious about everything. You are someone valuable, Doctor." Mortefi emphasized.

He looked at you with his piercing red eyes, slowly removing your clothing from your wounded areas. "If anything happened to you in the field, I'd never forgive myself. If you really want to make a difference, why not do it from a more stable position? This isn't just about staying safe, it's about being more effective in our goals." He spoke with care and concern, his voice gentle as he reprimanded you, easing the tension that had been between you.

"I never thought I would develop such skills. It's overwhelming and I feel frustrated that my body struggles to keep up. It just shows how weak I am." you commented, feeling disappointed in yourself.

"No, Y/N. You're not weak. It's normal to have trouble with adapting to new changes. you just need some guidance and practice. And you have that here in Huanglong. You have the General, Me and the others. You don't need self-depreciating thoughts, but self-improvement through practice and hard work. You are a mutant, your abilities are linked to your emotions and experiences. Your Tacet Mark is a powerful testament to the strength within you." He touched your Tacet Mark gently, his fingers tracing over the sensitive flesh. "You are, and always will have been, strong. Now, let's get this taken care of so you can prove it to me and the rest of the world." Mortefi squeezed your hand reassuringly.

After an hour of examination, he finally permitted you to leave. "Don't be too stubborn, alright?" he advised, raising an eyebrow. "Got it, Professor!" you replied, giving him a tight hug.

"Oh, sorry." Jiyan blurted out as he caught sight of you hugging Mortefi in the hallway.

"Jiyan?" you exclaimed, turning your head to face him as you released yourself from the embrace.

"General." Mortefi nodded to acknowledge his presence. "I didn't mean to interrupt you both." the General stated, gripping the hilt of his blade tightly, his hand trembled as if he had witnessed something that shattered him.

"It's okay!" you reassured Jiyan with a smile. "I'll see you tomorrow." you told Mortefi as you dragged Jiyan out of the Academy.

"What are you doing here? You were supposed to be at the Rearguard's Base." you asked, curious to know why he's here. "Is everything alright?" you inquired, noticing the General's unreadable expression.

A shaky breath escaped before his lips. "There was an emergency mission at a nearby village. But I took care of the situation before it got out of control." Jiyan's voice held an underlying tension as he tried to put on a brave face. 

"Thank goodness." Your worried frown smoothed out, returning to your usual, radiant smile. You hooked your arm through Jiyan's, giving him a squeeze.

"How did you know I was here?"

"I asked Xin Ye, and she informed me about what happened. I'm glad you're okay. I can see that Mortefi has been taking good care of you." Jiyan replied, though a hint of jealousy seemed to linger behind his words.

"Yeah, he does. My Overclock Diagnostic Report was normal, and he also helped me with my wounds." you said, touching the tacet mark on your chest.

Jiyan knew that every time Mortefi needed to diagnose you, your tacet mark had to be exposed, making him wonder how many times Mortefi had seen you without your shirt on. This realization left him feeling somewhat irritated.

"Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit off." Jiyan's demeanor shifted as if he were in a bad mood.

"I'm fine." he insisted, but he was no longer meeting your gaze, instead, his eyes focused on the ground. As he felt your grip on his arm tightening, it prompted Jiyan to look at you once more.

"Hey, Y/N. Can I ask you something?" Jiyan paused in his tracks to question you.

"Sure. What is it?"

"Do you like Mortefi? Are you guys dating?" he asked.

"What?" you replied with a snort, attempting to stifle your laughter, but you failed.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

"Dating?! Mortefi is my step-brother, you silly!" you replied with a grin, playfully slapping Jiyan's back.

"I thought he-..." Jiyan admitted to his error, his face heating up. He looked down, feeling embarrassed that he'd made such a mistake.

"Haha. No, he's my brother. Step-brother! We've been through a lot together since we were young."

For a brief moment, the silence settled between the two of you before Jiyan spoke again, sounding somewhat relieved. "So, you're not seeing anyone?"

"No, I'm not." you assured him.

And your response managed to bring a smile to the General's face.

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Before It Ends (Jiyan x Fem!Reader) [Chapter 5 - Unstable]

Mortefi asked to check your tacet mark, to which you nodded in response. You slowly unbuttoned your shirt, revealing the mark in the middle of your chest for him to see. "You're aware that Tacet Marks are linked to one's Rabelle's Curve, correct? Your mark appears to be as unique as the General's." Mortefi commented before injecting another medicine into your vein, causing your tacet mark to stop glowing.

"It's truly fascinating how each day brings new discoveries." he remarked as he carefully observed you. "Hey, don't even consider experimenting me for a second." you said, covering your exposed chest with the blanket. "Haha, definitely not. You're not my lab rat." Mortefi laughed, shaking his head. "Anyway, feel free to leave whenever you'd like. I'm done updating your data in the system." he said as he began compiling all your files from his desk.

"Thank you, Professor." you said, smiling at him. "No problem, Doctor. I'll see you around." he replied before leaving you alone inside the lab.

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Jiyan had just arrived at the Huaxu Academy when he spotted Mortefi talking to one of the Scholars.

"Professor."

"General." Mortefi greeted him with a nod before instructing the scholar to wait for him in the hallway.

"The Doctor can leave at any time, but it's best if you assist her tonight as the medicine I administered earlier will make her feel a little bit unstable. Keep an eye on her, General." Mortefi gave Jiyan a friendly pat on the shoulder before walking away.

"Unstable?" Jiyan mumbled under his breath, feeling somewhat confused about what the Professor meant by that.

[Inside the laboratory...]

"Y/N, I'm back." Jiyan announced, but he was immediately taken aback by how flushed your face looked at the moment. You were standing in the middle of the room, feeling somewhat lost. "Jiyan!" you exclaimed, giving him a tight hug. "Hey, where have you been? You kept me waiting for hours." you playfully teased, trying to get closer to him. Then suddenly, Jiyan felt something soft rubbing against his arm. And when he looked down, he noticed your breast pressing against his biceps. Your sudden action made him blush so intensely that his entire face turned red. "Is this what Mortefi meant earlier?" He nervously pondered to himself. Jiyan was unsure of how to react. But the General completely lost it when he almost had a clear view of your bosom.

You appeared to be somewhat intoxicated. You didn't seem to care about what was happening at the moment, in fact, you were completely unaware of the situation. It was up to Jiyan to decide how he would handle it.

Your body swayed a bit as you held on to him. Jiyan managed to grab your waist to keep you steady. Although you were oblivious to your actions, the intimate scenario left Jiyan reeling. He adjusted your body slightly, allowing your chest to stop pressing against him. It took everything in him to compose himself. "Let's get you back to your place." he suggested, his face still glowing in embarrassment. "Your shirt." Jiyan said, trying his best not to look on your chest as he buttoned the shirt back up for you, his hands shaking with nervousness.

"Mhm, yea." you agreed, nodding. However, as Jiyan led you out of the laboratory, your movements grew increasingly unsteady. This prompted Jiyan to carry you in his arms.

As you both reached outside the academy, he settled you into a seat on his horse before climbing on board, ensuring he held you firmly. "Hold on tight." he said. You give him a small smile and a thumbs up, assuring him you understood.

Upon reaching your house, Jiyan assisted you in getting to your bedroom. The General removed your sandals and gently laid you down on your bed before covering you with a blanket.

He sighed in relief when he saw that you had already fallen asleep. "You gave me such a hard time today..." Jiyan mumbled as he gazed at your sleeping face...Jiyan is unsure how to handle his emotions.

"Jiyan..." You whispered. For a moment, he thought you were awake, but then he noticed that your eyes were still closed, and your breathing was steady. "Is she dreaming about me?" Jiyan asked himself. He wondered if this was the first time you had dreamt about him. "Don't leave me..." he knew you were saying this unconsciously. But deep down, this is what you truly long for.

"If you need me, I won't leave you. I promise." he vowed softly, caressing your forehead. Jiyan found himself deep in thought as he contemplated his feelings for you. Why can't he admit to himself how he truly feels? The moonlight seeped through the crevices of your window drapes, casting a silky veil on your features. Even during your sleep, you still managed to look angelic.

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Pangu Terminal - On Call.....

General Jiyan : Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Chao Xiang : Yes, General?

General Jiyan : I'll let you take over the command for tonight. I have something important to take care of. I'll be back first thing in the morning.

Lieutenant Chao Xiang : Understood, General.

Call Ended.....

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Their conversation was brief, and Chao Xiang didn't report anything unusual, leading Jiyan to conclude that everything was okay at the borders. And also, his Lieutenant already knew what Jiyan meant by something important. He's aware that the General's sole purpose for visiting the Capital was you.

After the call ended, Jiyan grabbed the futon beside your cabinet and placed it next to your bed. "Rest well, Y/N." Jiyan whispered before settling onto his own comfort.

In the quiet of the night, Jiyan closed his eyes, succumbing to the gentle pull of sleep. Alone, yet not entirely lonely. For in your tranquil presence, he discovered a peace he had been searching for.

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You woke up in the morning feeling rejuvenated. Opening your eyes, you stretched your arms high in the air with a smile on your face. "Eh?" you paused, realizing you were in your bedroom. You began to wonder who had brought you here. You knew that the last person you saw was Mortefi when he injected you with a drug that could stabilize your Resonance Criticality, after that, you didn't know what happened anymore. But you swear you heard Jiyan's voice when you were sleeping. Your gaze darted around, but you didn't see anything unusual. Your room was  quiet and empty.

Either way, you started your day normally as if nothing bad had happened to you yesterday.

[At the hospital...]

"Good morning, Xin Ye!" you greeted your most trusted staff with a beaming smile. "Doctor!!!" she exclaimed, hugging you as she cried. "Are you okay?" You didn't understand why she was acting this way. "I was so scared yesterday! I thought you were going to die!"

You smiled at the fact that she cared so much about you. You knew you owed her an explanation, but for now, you had to keep things private. "I'm fine. Mortefi said it was just a case of overusing my skills. There's nothing to worry about!" I tried to ease her worries as best as I could. Xin Ye knew she couldn't stop you from saving the lives of your patients. So the only thing she could do was ensure you were well-rested every time you finished working. "I'll be fine. I'll be fine." you reassured her, patting her head with an innocent smile.

"By the way, Doctor, Baizhi left some medicine for you this morning. She said you should take the pills three times a day for three months." your assistant said as she grabbed the pill organizer from the cabinet.

You didn't know what the medicine was for, but you always trusted Mortefi and Baizhi when it came to your well-being.

"And also, the General told me to give this to you." Xin Ye picked up the beautifully arranged basket filled with fruits and snacks from the table.

You accepted the gift and noticed a note attached to it. "Have some rest and behave yourself." you mumbled as you read the letter. You weren't sure what he meant by that, but you had a feeling it was the General who had taken you home last night.

"Isn't he sweet?" Xin Ye teased, her eyes sparkling with adoration. You shook your head. "He's just concerned, that's all." You didn't attach any special meaning to his gesture, as this is how Jiyan always treated you.

"So, was the General here this morning?" you asked, wondering since he was supposed to be at the Rearguard's Base. But you remembered he promised to be back for you yesterday, yet you couldn't recall what actually happened. Xin Ye nodded, "Uh-huh. He came here this morning, but he left in a rush." You stopped dwelling on it as it made your head throb.

But you did appreciate this gesture from him. You tried calling the General from your Pangu Terminal, but he wasn't answering.

Meanwhile, a few miles away from Jinzhou, the General was engaged in a battle with a swarm of Tacet Discords that were heading towards a village.

"Looks like he's busy." You said, resigning yourself to put the thoughts of Jiyan to the back of your mind. You focused your attention on Xin Ye instead, "Alright. We'll start by doing check-ups to our patients to see how they're are doing." You ordered.

Finally, you were back. This is where you belonged, in the hospital, surrounded by people carrying the same dedication. To put them back on their feet. Xin Ye sighed in relief, she felt you were finally getting back to normal. Once again, You were ready to provide your support to Jinzhou. This time, You were determined to pick up the pieces and heal, one patient at a time.

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End of Chapter 5 🥀...