Take the Journey ── Honkai star rail x reader

𝗪𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 ┊𝐏𝐞𝐥𝐚

Request - blehIhatesparkle

Reader: gender neutral description, gender non-specific terms.

summary: where a young woman overworked herself to the point of the spouses' frustration about her stubbornness. While also taking care of her to an extent.

No major spoilers, but don't spoil for others still.

Pela x gn!reader
(1st pov)

Pela was known for three things, all related to work. First would be diligence, second to be punctual and third to overwork.

I would lie if I said I liked the letter trait after punctuality. I'd find her regularly exhausted coming home late from work with eyebags, yawns, and a face paler than the ones I've seen from iron deficiency. There wasn't a single day where the routine wouldn't break.

As much as I hoped to attain a change of pace or a chance to aquire her rest, even when I talked to her colleague, Gepard and his sister Servall (who was just as nice as him despite her alternative appearance) couldn't give me advice other than drag Pela home.

I sighed, and they recognized the pain and desperation I carried with me. There was a lot to unpack, to communicate, only if she wasn't so damn stubborn. It would make things easier.

I build up so much frustration that when she finally did get a free day, I was going to talk it out. And was I going to raise my voice? Maybe that was because while I hated conflict and arguing, she was such a pain to deal with in her unhealthy persistence for work, and it drove me mad.

When I was about to go into her office, open the door and confront her over her shitty worm life balance. Just as I opened my mouth, her figure's head laid on the table with her arms shielding her as a pillow. I didn't know what to say. Was I supposed to be frustrated that she still kept going or worried that she did it again? Even on her free day. Her god damn day off.

I didn't know how to form a word and vocalise it without it to get stuck in my throat. The guarded serious work persona she carried around like it was all she was, appeared fo crumble info vulnerability with one moment of rest. I brought a blanket over her shoulders, took her glasses gently off, and looked at her while sleeping. The fact my wife would never stop worried me quite a lot. At this rate, she'd burn herself out.

Her breathing pattern was slower and quieter compared to when she was working on a project that was stressing her from the front to the back. I sighed. She was such a workaholic. I looked at her and stroked her forehead before planting a gentle kiss on it.

I left the room and chuckled, "Sleep well, love, you'll need it if we'll talk later about it," I whispered as I closed the door behind me.

Being the supportive spouse I was-which she officially referred me to since we first fell in love-I prepared some tea.

I watched descent from the stairs while yawn her rub her eyes

"We have to talk." I addressed

"I suppose that can not be avoided and would be the best."

"I'll get straight to the point. Stop pushing yourself so damn hard. It's not just taking a toll on you but me as well. You don't need to overdo it and kill yourself in the process."

was-which she officially referred me to since we first fell in love-I prepared some tea.

I watched descent from the stairs while yawning as she rubbed her eyes. The exhaustion was written over her face, no sleep consisting of a few hours could replace all that was lost. And she'd never be able to avoid my concerns.

"We have to talk." I addressed while placing down the tea tablet.

"I suppose that can not be avoided and would be the best." she nodded, sitting down. Her reaction-her whole demeanor was so calm, and while it was nice to see her calm, I knew that she'd be a bit more willing to talking she wasn't a sleeping corpse.

I sighed. There wasn't a lot left to do. I didn't know which other path to choose, and hell-I was a supportive spouse as I should be, but this was too much. "I'll get straight to the point. Stop pushing yourself so damn hard. It's not just taking a toll on you but me as well. You don't need to overdo it and kill yourself in the process." I told myself that I shouldn't lace this much desperation in my voice, but I couldn't even hold that back anymore. When I looked into those icy eyes, they reflected nothing but disinterest. I felt my heart sink and throb in grief and loss of what was once ours to call.

"And if I don't?" she asked, having the nerve to ask even. I took a deep breath, although it came out as a shaky breath, where it laid between, I had no idea. My emotions in that moment were a grey zone, a chaotic storm.

"Then I'll leave for my own sanity, because I can't watch you destroy yourself further." I threatened, "Please, I've always been supportive of your career, but you're taking it too far." I took the cup of tea and sipped on it the same way she did.

Pela liked to add things to it beforehand, though, or make a joke if she was the Pela I had known.

"Then I'll change my habits." she put her tea cup down, but there wasn't a wave of relief washing over me. Or my heart ocuppied with stones tumbling down.

It was a cold and uncomfortable churning in my stomach that ruined every hope I held up. She'd fall sooner or later into the old patters. It wouldn't stop.

Never.

--✧･ﾟ: ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆
RAINEE's NOTE; I'm sorry that it took so long. I was fighting myself with how to write this because I majorly used 1st person in my current fic, and I want to improve in all perspectives, so.. Anyways I hope you don't mind that it's a bit more angsty.