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kiwisandpearls · 7 months

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Reckless

Svarog and Clara x Platonic! Gn! Young! Reader

Summary: Svarog and Clara love you deeply as family, but they both wish you would stop running straight into danger and would have at least a bit of self-preservation.

Warnings: the reader being gender neutral and using they/them pronouns, Clara and Svarog potentially being out of character, injury and mentions of potential death but nothing more.

“(Y/n), I think you really need to be more careful…” Clara placed another bandaid on a small scrape on your knee.

“Come on, Clara, relax, I’m fine! See? Nothing that a few bandaids can’t fix up.” Clara looks up at you with a slightly disapproving look, and then closes her eyes and lets out a small sigh.

“You always say that,” Clara opens her eyes and looks up at you again with a worried look in her eyes, “but what if just ‘a few bandaids’ won’t be enough? What if you come back with worse injuries? What if you—”

“Clara,” You grabbed onto Clara’s and looked at her with a soft smile on your face, “don’t worry. This is your sibling we’re talking about. I’ll be fine.” Clara looked at you with an unsatisfied expression, causing you to sigh.

“Fine, if I promise not to get into as much trouble anymore, will you trust me?…And…not tell Svarog what happened.” Clara blinked at you before responding.

“Promise me?” You chuckled, “I promise.”

After Clara treated all your injuries you decided to take a walk around the Robot Settlement. You hoped that you wouldn’t bump into Svarog during your walk, as you didn’t want him to see your injuries and find out about what you did. While not by much, you were still technically older than Clara, but that didn’t make Svarog any less protective of you, as he sees you the same way that he sees Clara, as family. In fact, he was partially more protective of you due to your reckless attitude and inability to sense danger. Svarog wouldn’t do anything “bad” per se, but whenever he found about your injuries from your recklessness, he would scold you. Which is fine . . . but it would get annoying after a while.

You sighed. Really, the only reason as to why you were so reckless was because you wanted to help the Robot Settlement. All the injuries you got were from monsters attacking you as you collected materials and medicines that the Robot Settlement needed. Of course your self-destructive attitude plus your zero self-preservation probably didn’t help. At the end of the day though, you just wanted to be useful. Clara was good with gadgets and robots and Svarog was good at fighting. But you? You weren’t really good at anything, at least in your mind.

“(Y/n).” A voice said. You froze, you recognized that robotic voice from anywhere. You could practically feel his gaze staring into you. Slowly and nervously you turned around to meet giant robot you proclaimed as your family, Svarog.

“Heeey, Svarog…? You doing good?” You tried your best to hide your bandaged arm behind your back, praying he didn’t see it early.

“Affirmative. May I ask what you are doing out here?” You gave Svarog a fake smile, trying your hardest to not let your anxiety be known.

“Oh y’know…just…taking a walk.” Svarog slightly nodded, then stayed silent for a few seconds.

“May I ask something else?” Your fake smile slightly twitched as you silently prayed Svarog wouldn’t ask about your bandage.

“Sure! Ask away.” Please don’t mention the bandage please don’t mention the bandage please don’t—

“May I ask why your arm is wrapped in a bandage?” You internally screamed.

“Oh! I uhh…just— bumped it on the table.” Svarog silently stared at you, as if seeing through you. You knew that in some way, he probably didn’t believe you.

“Alright. Please be more careful.” Another twitch in your fake smile. “Of course.” Svarog walks off. When he was far enough that he wouldn’t see you, you sighed. ‘Be more careful’. That’s what they always said. You knew everyone who said that meant well but you hated that phrase. It felt like no one truly understood why you did what you did.

You just shook off your thoughts and looked towards the Vagrant Camp, and started walking towards it, trying to take your mind off of everything. As you walked into the camp you could hear two vagrants whispering to each other about something. You slowly slid closer to hear what they were saying.

“We’re probably gonna need more supplies,” One whispered.

“Yeah, but where are we gonna get them?” The other responded. They both stayed silent for a second before the other hesitantly opened their mouth again.

“We could try the Outlying Snow Plains…” The other hesitantly pointed out. The first vagrant’s head snapped up to look at the other in pure disbelief.

“Are you crazy?!” The first whisper-yelled, “that place is swarming with monsters, plus it’s cold as hell!” The other raised their hands up in defeat.

“It was just a suggestion,” they sighed, exasperated. They then crossed their arms, “But it could work! There were some abandoned building there! There could be some supplies that are still good in them.” The first sighed as well.

“You’re right. But still, how are we supposed to get them? We’re just a pair of vagrants, we’re not strong like Svarog or those Trailblazer guys.” The second looked down, defeated. You, still far enough to not be spotted but close enough to at least what they were saying, stared at them in thought. They were right in a way, the Outlying Snow Plains were really dangerous for regular old people like the vagrants and you. But that hasn’t stopped you before. You looked down at your bandaged arm, thinking between heeding Svarog’s words, or doing what your heart said you should. Sure, Svarog was right, you needed to be careful, but those guys needed supplies! Plus, it’s not like your gonna be out there too long, so nothing bad should happen…

Right?

When no one was looking you slipped out of the Robot Settlement and headed to the Overworld, to the Outlying Snow Plains; with nothing but a bag for the supplies you’d get. When you finally reached the Outlying Snow Plains you instantly realized that vagrant was not lying at all, the Outlying Snow Plains were cold as hell. You breathed into your hands and rubbed them together hoping they’d get warm as you shuddered in the cold winds. Despite the cold, you were prepared to go on and get those supplies. You slowly walked uphill to reach where the abandoned houses were, kicking your legs up and shaking them from time to time to get the snow out and rubbing your arms with the winds picked up. But then, finally, you made it; you made to the top of your uphill walk, seeing a few abandoned houses.

Finally, oh thank all that’s holy, finally. You walked over to one of the abandoned houses and walk in since…well there was no door. You looked around, wondering where to look first; when you decided to pick corner of the house. You got on your knees and slowly started digging through the snow, occasionally stopping to warm up your hands and rubbing them together. Finally you felt something glass-like touch your hand, and you quickly dug it up to find it was a bottle of alcohol. You humorlessly laughed and stuffed it in your bag, deciding to only check if the supplies were still good when you got back to the Robot Settlement. You kept digging, finding a thin roll of bandages, a few rations, and another bottle of alcohol. You placed them all in your bag and got up, as you decided it’d be a good idea to leave now, before anything noticed you were there.

And then you felt it, the sensation that someone was right behind you, staring into your back. You slowly turned around to see an Everwinter Shadewalker, just as it’s weapon was being swung down to hit you.

“Mr. Svarog, Mr. Svarog!” Svarog turned to the white-haired child’s voice as she ran over to him.

“What is it, Clara?” Svarog inquired Clara, “Are you hurt?” Clara shook her head as she looked up at Svarog with tears in her eyes.

“It’s (Y/n)! I don’t know when they did but…I think they ran out to get supplies on their own again!” Clara sniffled before she continued her story, “I— I asked everyone if they saw them leave and they all said no, but that some news are spread around that there could be some important supplies in the Outlying Snow Plains, and I— I—” Before Clara continued she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“I think they went there to go get them.” She whispered. Svarog stared at her, thinking for a moment, before he answered her.

“Clara, please remain here. I will bring by (Y/n). Prepare bandages and disinfectant in case something happens.” Clara softly smiled and ran back to the Vagrant Camp. She then suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned back towards Svarog, “Will…will (Y/n) be ok?” When Svarog didn’t answer her, Clara continued, “I’m sure they’ll be ok…I hope.” Clara turned back around and continued to run back to the Vagrant Camp.

“As do I,” Svarog said.

You held your bleeding arm, the one you had used to block the strike from the Shadewalker. The bandages on that arm has completely been ripped off. Somehow, when your arm got struck, you managed to run out of the house. You stopped clutching your arm and used both of your hands to hold on to your bag, turning it away from the ever stalking closer Shadewalker.

“I…I won’t let you have this! This is for everyone in the Robot Settlement! So don’t think I’ll just hand it to you,” You hissed, trying to ignore the searing pain in your arm. The Shadewalker ignored your words however and jumped up, as it then struck you in the shoulder, causing you to scream out in pain and stumble backwards. You turned around and clutched your bag close to your chest, as you had your back act as a shield for your bag. You screamed once more as the Shadewalker struck you on the back. You dropped to your knees as tears threatened to pour out of your eyes. This was the end for you, you just knew it. You flew too close to the sun this time. You braced yourself for another painful strike to the back, as your body threatened to collapse, slowly hearing it get closer to you again.

That was until you felt a large robotic hand place itself in front of you to keep you front collapsing into the cold snow. You then heard what you believed to be a laser being fired presumably hitting the Shadewalker as you then heard it die. Finally, you heard nothing more than the sound of your own labored breath and the winds all around you. You slowly opened an eye to see what had caught you, when, through your blurry vision, you caught the glimpse of a very familiar looking robot hand. You opened your other eye and turned your gaze upwards to the person whose hand it belonged to, only to see Svarog staring down at you. You finally allowed to tears to spill as you weakly smiled up at him.

“Thanks for…catching me,” was the last thing you heard yourself murmur before everything went dark.

When you woke, you felt yourself being carried by someone. You opened your eyes and looked up to see it was Svarog who was carrying you. You felt too tired to say anything, so you just stared at him for a bit, recollecting your thoughts. That’s when remembered what happened. The bag. You quickly looked down (or looked down as quickly as you could in your weakened state) to see you were still holding onto the bag, supplies and all. You let out a sigh, which clearly didn’t go unnoticed by Svarog as he slowed down and looked down at you.

“You are now awake,” Svarog stated.

“So it would seem,” you whispered in a raspy voice; as you weakly smiled at him, “I’m guessing we’re back to the Robot Settlement?” You asked him.

“Affirmative. I would’ve treated your wounds the moment I found you but it would not fair well in the climate we were in,” Svarog looked up again, “Not only that, but your wounds you too deep.” He slowly picked up the pace, not enough to jostle you but enough for you to at least notice. “Fortunately, I was able to stop your bleeding with some of the supplies you had collected.” You humorlessly laughed once more.

“Would you look at that? They actually came in handy,” You rasped out. Svarog didn’t answer you, so you just turned your gaze to where Svarog was looking, noticing that you two were indeed in the Robot Settlment. You also noticed Clara running up to your two, holding some bandages and disinfectant.

“Mr. Svarog! (Y/n)!” Clara cried out. Svarog slowed to a stop and slowly and carefully laid you down to the ground, yet he still held your shoulders to keep you upright; careful not to touch the scar on your back.

“(Y/n)! Thank goodness, you’re ok…” Clara immediately started to unwrap the bandages Svarog had wrapped around your body in order to assess the wounds.

“Yeah, I’m ok. Only thanks to Svarog,” You looked back up Svarog who only looked back at you, not responding to what you said. You, feeling guilty under Svarog’s gaze, looked away as Clara took care of your wounds. You three sat in silence before Clara huffed, as she finished rewrapping your wounds with bandages. You looked back at her, noticing the small amount of tears in her eyes.

“Oh Clara, please don’t cry. I’m still alive aren’t I?” You tried to comfort her, putting your good hand on her shoulder. She looked up at you with an sad expression on her face.

“You promised me you wouldn’t do this again. This time you could’ve actually…” Clara looked down and trailed off. You looked down as well.

“Clara is right, (Y/n),” Svarog finally spoke up, “it is true that while you were alright this time, there is a high percentage you may not be able to make it next time.” You let go of Clara’s shoulder and held your bad arm.

“I know but…” You drew in a breath before continue, “It’s just…you two have stuff that your get at that can help the settlement in one way or another. Clara, you’re great with fixing robots and Svarog you fight really well. Me on the other hand? I have no skills, so…I just wanted to be useful in some way…y’know…?” As you finished explain you looked up at Clara to see her heartbroken expression, which just made you feel worse.

“You…you thought you were useless…?” Clara questioned. You nodded, all your attention focused on the floor. “Oh, (Y/n)…” Clara quietly murmured before enveloping you in a hug, which you reciprocated. You two sat there hugging each other for a bit while Svarog kneeled behind both of you, silently watching, before piping up again.

“We do not believe you are useless (Y/n). You are family, and that is enough for us,” He continues, “even then, if you still want to collect supplies, let me know so I may accompany you.” You finally let go of Clara and looked at the robot.

“You got it, Svarog,” you said, giving him a thumbs up.

While you knew your insecurities wouldn’t go away that quickly, it was nice knowing you had a family who genuinely cared for you and wanted you say. On that day you decided, perhaps it’s a good idea to start being a little less reckless.

Oof this was long, also sorry if the ending kinda sucks I didn’t know how to end it. I hope you like this.

that’s all I gotta say bye now lol

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