Honkai: Star Rail One-shots

GN!Reader ┆ ✦ To You, Kakavasha

╰┈➤ After being inflicted with the agony of The Harmony, Aventurine finally breaks in front of you. He desperately sobs as he reveals the truth behind his past and his current personality to you, even revealing his true colors to you— but not before you console him and put a smile back on his face.

                         (MILD) 2.1 SPOILERS!!!
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"Agh..!"

It must have hurt. His head must have been aching by that time. The world of the Penacony Dreamscape was quiet, still in the form of midnight. Passerby's were idly chattering amongst themselves, even as a blond haired IPC member crashed harshly to his knees. He cradled the sides of his head in his gloved hands, his eyes squeezed shut in evident pain. Surges of agony writhed about within his skull, leaving his teeth gritted against it. His heartbeat raced as though he would die. Fear welled up in his chest, leaving him gasping for air. His chest seized. The sudden feeling of immense dread filled his mind, leaving Aventurine heaving and panicking internally. As his feeble voice choked out pleas for help, all he received was scorning glares in his direction. The hatred of strangers' stares felt painful upon Aventurines' back as he was stared at. Those who saw the mark upon his neck instantly knew he was. In response, they walked by with a scoff and a roll of their eyes.
But to Aventurine, this was the end. He swore he was going to die. The agony in his head was beginning to drive him insane. He wished to break his own head open to pull his own brain out, all just to make it stop. He just wanted to be soothed. Was that too much to ask for?

Certainly not.

"Hi," said a familiar voice. The most gentle tone ever to grace his ears. Certainly it wasn't directed towards him. "I'm here." A warm hand suddenly found its way onto Aventurines' shoulder.
His eyes immediately snapped towards you. Your expression was gentle as could be, like you were looking at the most marvelous art piece to exist. In your eyes, you were. Aventurine was your art piece. Even as tears gathered in his gorgeous eyes, causing his expression to wrinkle and distort, he was still beautiful to you. There was nothing beautiful about his pain, but there was beauty in his resilience. He murmured your name in a choked, nasally voice.
You gave his shoulder a soft pat. "I know what happened. It's okay, you won't die." Your words evidently soothed him. Aventurines' figure shuttered as he exhaled a relieved sigh.
While Aventurine fought back tears, you reached into your pocket to pull out a familiar golden bell— one that a certain Foxian lady used to own. You gave it a gentle shake, summoning a soothing melody from it. The melody was a simple ringing, one that seemed to resonate inside of Aventurines' brain. Just as promised, the agony inside of his head began to ease. Yet his tears did not. His chest did not loosen, and his breaths did not even out.

In the back of his mind, he saw it. He saw the day where he was forced to murder his own. His hands were bloody, but he was freed. He couldn't erase their desperate cries from his mind. His ears rang with the sound of his elder sister's tears. She clutched the charm of her necklace, the one that their mother had given to her.
"...Trailblazer," Aventurine choked on his sobs. "Leave."
You shook your head as you knelt beside him. "Nah, I'm good right here. Thanks." You replied calmly.
As soon as the bell ceased chiming, Aventurine threw himself to the ground with his hands holding his temples. He shrieked like a horrified banshee, his vocals cracking as though his vocal cords would snap from within his throat. You rushed to continue chiming the small, dainty bell of gold.

"I killed them.. it's all my fault—!"

Upon hearing this, you tilted your head slightly to the side. "What did you do?" You questioned, unable to gather what he said through his nasally and strained voice.
"My big sister, my mama, and my papa.. I—" Aventurines' lower eyelid twitched as he slowly shifted to self-hugging. He curled into a ball, his face stained with flowing tears.
You awaited a continuation, instead beginning to gently stroke his blond hair as you used your opposite hand to chime the Foxian bell. The ringing soothed you, however, that was the complete wrong target.
Aventurines' desperate gaze landed on you. "I killed them." He whispered, a faint apology on his lips, but his voice refused to obey.
"Oh, Aeons." You said in utter shock, your hand ceasing petting Aventurine for a second as you processed your immense surprise. You gradually began to physically soothe him once more. "You had no choice." You told him. Was this factual? You had absolutely no idea.
Aventurine shook and whimpered as he sobbed to himself, evidently humiliated, but unable to stop. To protect him from watchful eyes, you removed your jacket and gingerly held it behind his shivering figure.

"There. Now no one can see you," you extended your free hand. "Come here. I can hold you."
The unusual sensation of gentle consolation sent Aventurine hurtling into hysterics. He hid his face in the nape of your neck while bawling his eyes out, his sides beating with each snivel that came from him. All the while, you pet his head and shielded him from sight with your jacket. You rested your cheek on the top of his head. "Relax. It's okay. You're not gonna die, I won't let that happen." You reminded him. It was true. If Sunday dared to lay hands upon Aventurine, he'd face a gruesome fate by your hand.
Aventurine audibly whined. "...no. I'm a murderer— I killed them!" He shrieked desperately while seizing hold of your shirt in his clenched fists, his knuckles turning white. Aventurine stared deep into your eyes with an angered expression, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to find scorning in your expression. However, you seemed to gaze upon him with such love. Such adoration could not possess hate.
"Aventurine," you placed your hand on the side of his face, your thumb tenderly drying his eye. "You were being abused. It is not your fault."

Aventurines' expression dropped in a way that was so shocked to experience such tender comfort. His eyes gushed tears as he slowly crumbled towards your chest, hiding his scrunched face in your chest. With a soft whimper, he whispered several inaudible sentences before speaking up. "I really miss them."
You pressed the tip of your nose into his cheek, placing your warm hand against his to unite your palms together. Your smile gradually grew, and in return, a smile formed on Aventurines' bitter crying face. His beautiful face began to lift.
"This is familiar." He said before slipping his fingers between yours and locking your hands together.
Suddenly, you realized that he had ceased crying, only for a moment. It seemed as though he was wholeheartedly distracted— and to be fair, it was adorable. Your hand squeezed his thrice. "I love you." You said in rhythm with each squeeze.
Aventurines' cheeks turned pink, the whiteness in his sclera returning as the irritation from his tears subsided. Eventually, he leaned forth to tenderly embrace you. You cradled the back of his head, whispering several words of encouragement into his ears as you both exchanged a tender hug— unfortunately resulting in you dropping your jacket directly into a puddle. But that was fine. Aventurine would lend you his.