Multifandom X Reader Stories

Focus (Riven)

The forest was eerily silent as you walked through the trees, your footsteps the only sound breaking the stillness. You had been sent on a simple scouting mission—a routine task that shouldn't have caused any problems. But something felt wrong. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

And then it happened.

Out of nowhere, you were attacked. A group of rogue Burned Ones had appeared from the shadows, their claws reaching for you before you had time to react. Your powers flared to life instantly, but the fear and adrenaline running through your body made them unstable. You fought back as best you could, but the panic coursing through your veins made it hard to focus, hard to control the magic sparking at your fingertips.

The Burned Ones came closer, and something inside you snapped.

Your powers surged out of control, exploding from you in waves of energy that scorched the ground and the trees around you. The Burned Ones scattered, but the damage was already done. Your powers were out of control, slipping further and further from your grasp as your panic grew.

You couldn't stop it. The energy crackled around you like a storm, bright and violent, tearing apart everything in its path. You tried to rein it in, but your mind was spinning, your heart pounding, and you could barely breathe. It felt like the power was consuming you, taking over, and no matter how hard you fought, it wouldn't stop.

"No... no, no, no," you gasped, your voice barely audible over the roaring of your own magic. "Stop... I can't—"

Suddenly, you felt someone grab you from behind, strong arms wrapping around you tightly, pulling you close.

"Hey!" Riven's voice cut through the chaos, rough and urgent. "Focus!"

You couldn't focus. The energy was spiraling out of control, blinding you to everything but the overwhelming power surging through you. You barely registered Riven's presence, your mind lost in the storm.

"Come on, Y/N, snap out of it!" he shouted, his grip on you tightening as he tried to pull you back to reality. "It's me—look at me!"

You didn't respond, your body trembling violently as the energy continued to tear through you. It was too much. You were going to lose control completely, and then you didn't know what would happen.

Riven, sensing your meltdown was getting worse, turned you around so you were facing him, his hands cupping your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Breathe," he ordered, his voice surprisingly steady despite the chaos surrounding you. "Look at me, Y/N. You can control this. You're stronger than this."

His words barely registered, your mind clouded by panic, but the feeling of his hands on your face—solid, grounding—cut through the storm just enough for you to hear him.

"Breathe." His voice softened slightly, his thumbs brushing gently against your skin as he spoke. "You can do this. I'm right here."

You tried to listen, tried to focus on the sound of his voice, but your body was still shaking, your magic still out of control. The fear of hurting him, of hurting anyone, gripped you even harder.

"Riven, I—" you gasped, your breath coming in shallow bursts. "I can't—"

"Yes, you can," he said firmly, his face inches from yours, his eyes locked onto yours. "You've done it before. Just breathe. In and out. Focus on me."

His words were a lifeline, something to cling to in the middle of the storm, and you tried. You really did. You took a breath—shaky, uneven—but it was something. Riven's eyes stayed on you the entire time, never once leaving your face, never letting you slip away again.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice low now, calming. "Keep going."

With each breath, the energy around you began to subside, slowly at first, but steadily. The crackling, violent magic that had surrounded you like a tempest began to calm, retreating back into you as you slowly regained control. Your hands stopped trembling, the storm in your mind quieted, and finally, finally, the chaos faded away.

You sagged against Riven, your body exhausted, your mind numb from the sheer effort it had taken to pull yourself back. His arms stayed around you, holding you steady as you caught your breath, his presence grounding you in a way nothing else could.

"You're okay," he whispered, his voice softer than you'd ever heard it. "You're okay now."

You nodded weakly, still too drained to speak. Your body felt heavy, your legs barely able to hold you up. But Riven didn't let go, keeping you upright, keeping you close.

"I thought I was gonna lose control," you finally managed to say, your voice shaky.

"But you didn't," Riven replied, his tone still calm. "You're stronger than you think, Y/N. You just needed to remember that."

You looked up at him, his face serious but not angry, not disappointed. Just... there. For you. The realization of how much he'd grounded you, how much you relied on him in that moment, hit you hard.

"Why... why did you stay with me?" you asked quietly. "You could've gotten hurt."

Riven shrugged, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Someone's gotta keep you in line, right?"

You let out a weak laugh, but the weight of what he'd done for you lingered in the air between you. He'd been the only one who could pull you out of that meltdown, the only one who could reach you when you were lost in your own power.

"Thanks," you whispered, leaning your forehead against his chest, letting yourself find comfort in the solidness of him.

Riven didn't say anything, but his hand gently rubbed your back, a quiet reassurance that he wasn't going anywhere.