My Exact Reaction

141 men finding out military!reader is only 19 after they break down from being overwhelmed and overworked??

✎ this idea bounces around my head a lot actually and now i have a reason to write it down finally :) i wasn't sure if you wanted them altogether or separately so i did it separately because it's easier lol. i kept it platonic and sfw!

✎ tags : gender neutral!reader, reader has a panic attack, descriptions of violence/injury/death, swearing, hurt to comfort, all platonic relationships, only half proofread

you're barging into the safehouse where he had said to rendezvous, gasping for air that your closed throat won't let through. the rifle held in your dominant hand is dropped as soon as the door is shut behind you, and you're clawing at the straps of your helmet and chest armor to get them off because it's too tight and it's too much and you can't breathe.

this wasn't your first mission. it wasn't even the bloodiest one you'd been on thus far. you could handle the gore and the death and the pure misery of the victims of these situations, because at the end of the day, you were helping them, right?

unless you were too late.

the family had been huddled in a corner, two children laying underneath their parents. there had still been two other rooms to check in the house, but you were running out on shaky legs.

he's in front of you now, looking down at you and asking if you're injured. you're sitting on the floor, heaving for breath and tears pouring from your glassy eyes.

"it's not- it's not fucking fair!" you cried out finally, trying desperately to wipe your face dry on your sleeves, but it only worked to redden your skin further. "why are these people doing this? how could someone be so cruel?"

he sighed softly, not knowing how to respond. the team didn't show emotions like this, they didn't deal with them, not like this. but they had all been here, where you are now. they had all asked why, again and again and again until the word lost all meaning.

"i mean, are we even really helping? god, these people are all already dead! why are we here? why- jesus fucking christ, why am i here?" you rambled; you weren't talking to him anymore. your voice was fizzling out, getting quiet enough that he had to lean closer to hear your unsteady words.

"i can't help these people," you sobbed. "i'm just a kid, i'm only nineteen, i can't- i don't know what i'm supposed to do! they said i was special! they told me- said i was so much better and smarter than everyone else, what a fucking joke!"

☆ simon "ghost" riley

he knew you were young, but fuck, if that didn't break his heart, there was nothing left that would. simon didn't talk to you more than any of the others on the team, but you were special, like a little sibling to the team, to him. always having enough energy and kindness to make up for the rest of them.

seeing you like this was a first, even for him, the man who had seen the worst of the worst. it wasn't like he was immune to emotions, but he had spent so long pressing them all down until he couldn't feel them that this was new to him again. all he could do was offer a hand on your knee that he hoped resembled something like comfort.

"we're almost done here. the heli will come for us soon," he said quietly. "you did good, like always."

he watched and waited with you while your sobs whittled away to sniffles, never moving his hand from your knee, where you had grabbed onto it with one of your own. most people knew not to touch him, that they'd end up with one less hand if they did, but you were an exception.

☆ john "soap" mactavish

at first, he doesn't do anything, just kneels in front of you and stares in shock. you're nineteen? you had always danced around the question that the team would tease you with, asking if you still had to work on your homework, but it was always a joke. now it wasn't.

instead of dwelling, john shifts and sits in front of you, almost hovering over you awkwardly as he tried to figure out what to do. sure, he was one of the more open people on the team, but when you're standing next to ghost, just smiling makes you look emotionally vulnerable.

he takes your hands away from your face and into his, placing them on your lap before gently holding your shoulders. "look, we're almost done here, alright? we'll be far away before you know it." that didn't help much, so he paused again.

the almost-distraught look on his face forced a giggle out of you. his worry turned to confusion, why are you laughing now? you probably shouldn't have been, but the big, scottish military-man fretting over you was kind of funny.

"alrigh', lass, at least something cheered ya up," he grumbled, but turned serious again right after. "higher-ups were right, ya know. you are smarter than the rest of 'em. maybe even smarter than us, yeah?" he said with a smile.

☆ kyle "gaz" garrick

it wasn't that long ago that kyle was where you are now, fresh out of school and eager to prove himself in the military. except it had taken him several years longer than you to reach where you both were now; he had had plenty of time to come to terms with the horrors he saw.

now he realized that you hadn't, because you were smart and you were better than most other people, so they had thrown you in, like a minnow in a piranha pond. by all means, you were doing wonderfully for your circumstances, but you could only keep going for so long.

he sat down beside you, shoulder-to-shoulder, and wrapped an arm around you to bring your head down to rest on him. he sat with you quietly, giving you the time you needed to just get it all out.

eventually, once you're more calm, he breaks the silence with bad jokes that he definitely stole from simon.

"why do twitter users make bad soldiers?" you lifted your head to stare at him incredulously before he continued, "because, they're too quick to retweet."

☆ john price

the captain knew how young you were. he never told you, but he hadn't wanted you on the team at first; the second he was handed your file and saw your birthdate, he started protesting. but it wasn't up to him this time. he couldn't spare you from this, and he knew that it would always weigh on him. he knew he would always remember this, you, crumbling in on yourself in a heap on the floor.

john came down on one knee in front of you and started telling you a story about when he had started, how one of his first missions had gone so terribly wrong. you honestly thought he was just going to tell you to "suck it up" until he told you about one family he had saved during that mission, one that was still alive today. they still sent him letters, even.

"all you need is one good save, kid. and you've got dozens already," he murmured. he wouldn't say it outright, but you really were one of his best.

you remembered the child clinging to your back as you ran out of a collapsing building, the woman who's leg you had managed to get unstuck from fallen debris, the man you had stopped from being executed just in time.

price smiled once he saw he had gotten through to you and helped, at least a little, and roughly patted your shoulder. "evac will be here soon, chin up now."

*knock knock*

from

" Good afternoon, sir. I will bring your daughter at 8!"

to

" I never said AM or PM "

everybody loves somebody.

summary; there's something off every time scaramouche tries to find a partner.... pairings; scaramouche x reader (no pronouns used) warnings; angst angst angst, no beta, uhhh mcd (reader is already dead), what scara is doing here is not healthy bestie scar pls get some help, unhealthy coping mechanism?? (scar trying to cope with your death), do i even have to say hes ooc? notes; this song,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, man this SONG i have been obsessed with 50s love songs so much lately i am so down bad for this one especially,,,, it can be used in like a love fic or whatever this sick idea is the possibilities are literally endless i am so sorry if this is shit, i literally wrote and rewrote this 100 times bc i had a very specific vibe/vision i wanted and i rlly struggled to capture it (and i cant tell if i even did capture what i wanted) but anyway

song; everybody loves somebody- dean martin (pls it makes it so much better to listen while reading)

vv special ty to @alonelysimp for helping me out a bunch w this fic <333 literally wouldnt be possible without all the help xe gave me love u lots bestie

everybody loves somebody sometime.

scaramouche felt sick. he sat at the table with a slightly exasperated expression, his tired eyes staring, calculating, at the chair at the other end. when sultry hands smoothed over his shoulders, his expression only darkened.

these were not your hands.

"scara?" the hands' voice asked. "are you alright?"

and that was not your voice.

he turned, disgust shining through his forced smile.

"get out."

and although my dream is overdue.

he was tired. he was so, so tired of looking into eyes that weren't yours, holding hands that weren't yours, kissing lips that weren't yours.

they weren't you.

none of them were you.

but he couldn't seem to stop searching, pursuing an impossible dream with an insatiable desperation. yet every time he thought he had finally found someone, it all felt wrong.

no, no, no.

this hair is too light.

these eyes are too dull.

they all just weren't the right fit. it was fine. he just needed to try again. he just needed to try harder.

your love made it well worth waiting...

scaramouche dug his nails into his palms, all alone once again. frustration simmered under his skin, threatening to boil over.

it wasn't working.

why isn't it working?

he had been asking the same question all along, but a new, uncomfortable query had dug its claws into his mind.

would anyone truly be able to be like you?

could there really be anyone who had those eyes that rivaled the brightest of stars, or that voice that put ocean waves to shame? would anyone be able to view him the same way you did? to love him the same way you did?

archons, how he missed you. the longing, the need, the desperation for you to be back in his arms was beyond all reason, and sometimes it almost felt like too much.

but it was alright. he would be able to find someone like you if he had to search the entirety of teyvat. someone ought to be able to fill the gaping void shaped like you.

for someone.... like you.

even if he had to force them in.

Important notice.

I know some of ya'll would think why I never write here, its just idk man I lost my fair share of interest in writing, beside this fucking blog of mine is literally memory rummage of my 2021-2022 self and idk I just feel weirded out when I looked back at it.

And beside I'm sorry but I'll be archiving this blog and yes I'll be moving blog, to where? Idk not telling hehe, if you see this just think of it as a silly grave for xevrq.

And yes I'll still be reblogging shit on here, have a nice day.

I should rewrite this

Lost & Found?....

Ft. Tartaglia/Childe (Ajax)

Reader's pronoun : He/Him Cw : the reader fell into the fking abyss<3, abyss princess lumine, abyss reader. Ooc childe??

Summary : In which you were his long lost childhood bestfriend, but reuniting with your long lost childhood friend isn't always the warmest.

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You were merely the core memory of his childhood. the memory you both made always made him smile, no matter which one.

Though, after his days on the abyss he lost the memories. One by one fades out, no matter how hard he tries to remember it, he couldn't. He couldn't remember how you look like. Your hair, your face, your features. It always left him questioned.

When he got out of the abyss, his first thought was his family, and you.

He tried to ask the nearby villager about your whereabout, only to be left with an answer that you had mysteriously disappeared the day after he was gone missing.

But, eventually after a brawl and huge havoc ajax's brings to the seaside village of morepesok, ajax father had no choice but to hand his beloved son to the fatui's.

Days by days went by in the fatui headquarter, ajax has long forgotten his childhood friend, Though whenever he was alone his thought always come to this certain voice he couldn't get over with.

"Ajax!... Ajax, promise me we would stay together forever!" Said a familiar voice of a boy he couldn't remember.

"But i promised you yesterday!" "I don't care! Lets do the promise again." The boy protested.

"Alright, alright!" Ajax could only huffed in response.

"You make a pinkie promise you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise. I throw you on the ice. The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend. The frost will freeze your tongue off so you never lie again." The both of you said happily

..Oh... he remembered, you were his first friend, a very close one.

A child who always tags along with whatever he was doing, neither it was bad or good. Even his parents and sibling knows you well, you would sometimes have a dinner at his house or sometimes a sleepover.

Even your parents have to scold you because you always came home late.

Oh.. to those little memories that he cherished so much, it makes him misses you even more. But sadly, even when he remembers those memories he can't remember how you look like.

One by one, he remembers the memories vividly. The way you would hold his cold hand and guide him home through the cold forest, the way your smiled warmed his heart.

...He was so lost in thought until

"Sir Tartaglia, The Ship will be docked around 10 minutes until now. Please prepare yourself."

His eyes peered over the kneeling agent behind him.

"Hm." Tartaglia only hummed in response.

With that, the agent left.

Tartaglia recalled that his next mission were located in some random place in snezhnaya, he was tasked to retrieve an stolen ancient artifact which the fatui presumed it came from 500 years ago. The years where khaenriah still exist.

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10.27 Snezhnaya.

Ajax always misses walking down the snowy forest with you, the way you would show him the path on the forest so he diddn't get lost. How your warm hand warmed his cold ones.

"So this is the place.. i diddn't know the abyss would have their hideout around here" he peered over the blurry picture of an snowy ancient ruins, "now that i'm here, will you answer my question? Abyss mage." He pointed his dagger at the exhausted abyss mage under him, blood dripping off his dagger from the countless enemies he Killed.

"Heh.. you thought you could get an easy answer of the artifact huh? Fatui" the abyss mage responded.

"Cmon now.. dont play with me, you know you're on the verge of dying right know aren't you?" he pointed the dagger even more closely to the abyss mage body.

"If you wished for the answer, why don't you ask the answer to his majesty then?" The abyss mage said lowly.

"You—" just before childe could finish his own word, an knife flew infront of his face.

"That's enough." A figure wearing a cloaked clothes said, their upper face hidden by a hood.

"Torturing my underlings is unacceptable, and i guessed you came here for the relic aren't you?" The cloaked figure said while opening his hood revealing a very familiar face to ajax himself.

For a second ajax thinks he was dreaming, the person he cherished the most, is here, in front of him. But he know something was wrong... did.. you just said, underlings?

"You... you.. shit" ajax said, his face showing shock and confusion.

"Oh Tartaglia, or should i say ajax. Don't tell me you forggoten my name already?" You said.

The way his name rolled off your tongue perfectly, it remind him of some memories.

Your name.. what was your name?...

[Na...]...

[Name]?....

[Name]!

Your name! That was your name!

"[Name]! Is that.. Is that really you?!" His face showing an shocked expression.

"Well... could you not tell? You couldn't remember your own friend?" "Or did the abyss really affect you?"

"The Abyss?! How did you know about it??" "Were you.. were you siding with the abyss?!" He screamed.

"Her majesty... she.. she saved me, and in return i... will help her achieve her dream" You said, old Memory flashing your mind.

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"Madame!.. Madame!" You had been knocking on your dearest friend door, hoping for neither one of his family member to answer the knocking, ignoring the snowstorm that had been silencing your voice.

But— by the luck or miracle you have in your pocket, the door opened revealing an concerned mother.

"[Name]??, Oh dear! what are you doing here? The snowstorm is raging outside!" "Look at you, you got frostbite here and there" she said, her tone laced with worries as she examined your body.

"Madame.. is the rumor true?? About ajax?" You said while looking up at her, sad expression on your eye.

"Its.. sigh.., [name] why dont you come inside? I will explain it to you"

Just from her words you could already tell that the rumors was true, her tone explained it all.

"No! I cant.. i.. i need to look for him" you turned your heel, running to the forest where your bestfirend were last seen.

"Wait!... [Name] The snowstorm is still—"

—"[Name]!"

You ran as fast as your feet could take you ignoring the raging snowstorm and a cry of plea coming from Ajax mother

After all, she truly care for both of you right?..

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Huft.. huft..

"ugh, i cant.. breath.." you said as you clutch your hand to your chest gasping for more air.

But..

"The air.. its so.. cold and the snowstorm.. is getting more rougher" "and my frostbite isn't doing any better too" you peered over your hand, showing an visible wound of a frostbite.

"I need to go fast, otherwise i'll freeze to death" again you ran, to wherever direction you could go.

"Ajax! Ajax! Where are you?" You screamed

"Answer me!" Again..

"Ajax!" Again..

"Answer me.. please.." and again..

You ran and screamed until.. you couldn't feel your leg again.

Thump.. you fell onto your knees, your body hurt. You couldn't breath, and your frostbite wound isn't doing any better.

Am i going to die here? Am i going to give up just like this? If i die here... what would my parent feel..? No.. what about ajax's mother? Can she handle the loss of her two favourite child?

Those thought keep flooding your mind "I guess it can't be helped" you closed your eyes, just before Darkness and snow engulfing your tiny body..

"Im sorry..." is all you could muster

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??.?? unknown place.

My head?.. am i still alive?

You opened your eyes, squinting slightly at the light around you.

"Where am i?.." you looked around the place "it looks like an domain.."

"How did i get in here?..." as you tried to stand up, you realize that your leg isn't moving as you wanted it to.

My legs... how am i supposed to get out of here, i need to—

"Poor kid... falling into such a dangerous place like this" you heard a voice alongside the sound of steps.

There she stands, a young woman with a blonde hair, judging from her attire it seems that she diddn't came from teyvat. But yet she looks so graceful in it.

"Who are you?..." you looked up at her, curiosity plastered on your eyes.

She crouched over to your level, "I will help you" she said whilst holding your chin, "but.. in return, you will help me achieve my dream"

Her dream?... weird..

You had no choice but to say yes.

"Whats your name?" She says

"Im [Name], how about you?.." you said shakily.

"Im.... Lumine."

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"And the rest.. its blurry, i can hardly remember anything these days. Guess the abyss do affect me too."

"[Name].. so you.. so you went out looking for me that day?.." "but.. but! Mother and the other diddnt say anything about you the day i returned to the village?!"

"I guess.." you hopped down from rather high platform you were standing on "She diddn't want to make you worry Ajax, what kind of mother would want to make their child worry over a trivial matter?" you walked up to him.

"And.. im sorry for not being there when you returned ajax, i should've dis— No, princess lumine I.." you sighed.

"Look ajax, this place isn't safe for you this place is overflowing with dark elemental energy. You should go back soon"

"and the artifact.. i'll just give it to you." You said while handing him the ancient artifact.

"Now go back Ajax, and never return here ever" you turned your back at him, just before you can walk away from him.

"Wait!" You feel a hand holding your cape "Why don't you.. why dont you go back to morepesok with me [name]? You know mother is still looking for you right?? "She would be very happy to see you right now!" He said with an pleading eye.

"Ajax.. i have a duty to attend too, and you too right? Now let go off me" you said trying to pry his hand off your cape.

"Please..."

It took a few tries before his hand were completely off you.

As you walked away from him, you opened up an portal leading to— who knows? Maybe anywhere away from from this auburn haired friend of yours.

"And ajax, dont try on searching for me ever again, also... be careful out there." You said before stepping on the portal, Vanishing away from his sight.

Ajax tries to open his mouth, but still no words came out of his mouth.

And yet once again—

He was left with nothing but

The feeling of loneliness and a longing feeling for your presence.

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Eughhsgshs im finally done with this fic ;D its been like 6 month or more of this thing sitting on my draft/srs. And yes im alive ty and anw this fic is kind of uh 💀 i spent a lot of time in it and yet it looks like ass

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The Soul of the Death. ( PART. 1 W/ DILUC)

summaries : where you died in a tragic event and reincarnated as your s/o guardian angel.

Characters : diluc x gn!reader (separate)

contains : mention of death, heavy injuries, angst, comfort/hurt

A/N : i got inspired by one of those horror folklore my friend used to tell me. It was actually a tragic love story which lead me to feel some sort-of pity towards the characters. So here we go, an actuall angst with a spice of both comfort/hurt.

DILUC

When diluc saw you dying in his arms, all he could’ve think about is your smile. He wished you could stay longer, he wished he could apologize to you, he wish he could love you in the same amount as your love for him. He cries out for help to the people of the village whom saw the witness of your murderer and even saw the dead end of your life. but none of them respond to his plea, are they deaf?!, he hisses.

The knights of favonious have been sent to the accident after one of the elders of the village took pity on diluc. they arrive 40 minutes late. Now, all they could saw are just diluc dead eyes and your corpse in his lap.

you’ve been pronounced dead in his arms. He could only hear your last word as if it were the wind who guide you to your last breath.

But it was all up to the past he committed to, now he could’ve only see your tombstone and a hand-drawn picture of you as a remembrance of your passing. Though, he doesn’t know that now you’ve been reincarnated as a guardian for him. It was a blessing indeed, but how could you really protect him when he couldn’t even feel your presence now?

“Diluc..” you called. still, he doesn’t answer. you called him again for the tenth time. Purposingly trying to catch his attention, but no answer could be found from his mouth, as if you were just a wind whom ran through his delicate ears.

and in no time, a heavy sound could be hear next to you. shit, He fell unconscious.. you panicked. Thinking any other ways to make him awake, but really? Are you forgetting the fact he could see you if he’s unconscious?

And To his suprised, he manage to hold both of your cold hands which have ran through his soft messy hair for awhile now. As if you were still here with him.

“Love…is this you? Are you..really here..?” , his unsteady voice speaks a lot of his flowing emotions.

“Yes i’m here all the time diluc! you’re temperature is not so stable now, so please take a rest! I’ll be here to comfort you in your sleep, so please let—“

“ahaha, this is so like you, how am i dreaming of you even after everything..i missed you where have you been?” , he feel like he about to tear up anytime soon, he knew he shouldn’t have gone this far. How can a dream resembles everything about you, my dear?

He tries to hug you, and failed. his body temperature drowns him to his unconscious posture, now he could only sobs and wait for you to soothe his hair again while talking about his-now current reality with you being his none other than a guardian angel. He knew you would notice his tears, but who cares for now on? He just want to listen to your voice and feel your presence.

“I have been staying with you for awhile now…so, Diluc i’m here to comfort you even if you could no longer see me in your side.. the arrows in the accident still hurt me indeed but i do not wish for you to see me in pain after-all the love you gave me when i was still alive..”

“I have no regret on loving you..so please live well for me, i’ll stay by your side, call me if you need the wind to embrace you, alright?”

You gently soothes his hair, humming a lullaby every mother in monstadt usually sang to their children.

“oh god..you’re truly are a blessing my love”

having a significant other that is taller than them | ran, sanzu, hakkai

warnings: kissing, hugging, fluff or whatever, cussing, suggestive af because sanzu and ran are freaks, minors dni, hakkai being baby, gender neutral reader, brief mention of a gun.

anon said: “i love ur writing omg, can you do ran, sanzu, hakkai (and whoever else you want) with a s/o who’s taller than them? like 6’4 or sum”

— likes it.

— something about you being tall triggers a competitive spirit in him.

— he’s used to being the tallest.

— he doesn’t want that title taken from him but he doesn’t have a choice because you’re taller than him.

— he may or may not purposefully step on your foot from time to time in order to forcefully bring you down to his height.

— low-key envious.

— if you ever crouch down or bend over, he is bound to say something about how he’s taller than you now.

— most likely to pin you down just to get the feeling that he’s above you.

— never EVER lets you bend down to kiss him (it makes him feel like you’re making fun of him or teasing him or something), he insists that you sit down before he kisses you. most likely has you sit and then straddles your lap and only then does he plant one on you.

— he is actually really attracted to the fact that you’re taller than him.

— it’s something about being able to dominate someone taller than him, if you let him dominate you that is.

— if you don’t, he’d pout about it fr.

— let him be the big spoon please.

— please :(

— would probably play it off like he doesn’t care but he most definitely does.

— he just has this strong urge to put you in your place and I guarantee that it’s solely because of your height.

— gets flustered when he has to ask you to reach something for him.

— he’ll only succumb after he has tried him hardest to get whatever it is that he’s reaching for himself.

— sometimes would rather give up than ask you for help.

— gets chills when your hand brushes his hip or waist as you reach over him to get what he needs.

— sooner or later he’s going to make you get everything for him whenever it’s on a higher shelf so that he feels like he has control over you.

— he kind of evolves into a brat when it comes to you.

— wants you to help him with things but also doesn’t want your help because “he can do it himself.”

— be careful about teasing him about how much taller you are than him, it puts him in a mood, if you know what I’m saying. 👀

— keep playing around and he really will put you in your place regardless of height. 👀👀

— he just likes it.

— a slut for those taller than him.

— he kind of likes it when you get things for him too, because he is fairly short or average, I guess?

— (I actually did my calculations and he should be around 5'6" because Muto is 5'9" - 5'10" ish and Sanzu is shorter than him.)

— he finds it extremely attractive that you’re taller.

— especially if the two of you have ever like, play fought. he really likes it when you pin him down.

— once you tackled him out of the way so that he wouldn’t get hurt. he felt so loved and was in such awe.

— he deadass said that he owes you his life even though he most likely could’ve handled the danger himself.

— he is always talking about how hot it is that you’re taller than him, he finds it “sexy.”

— probably says some slick shit about how he’s tired of taking orders from a “shrimp like mikey” and would much rather take orders from you. 😏

— he’s just a freak, honestly.

— especially for you.

— he likes your height very much and he thinks you’re the cutest tbh.

— in public though, he sometimes act as though he isn’t a complete simp for you and your height.

— likes it when you bend a lil’ so that he can reach you.

— might jump into your arms and hook his legs around your hips to get a kiss from time to time.

— and when he does, you better catch him or he’ll complain about it for weeks.

— he’d say, “I don’t understand why you didn’t catch me, (y/n). it couldn’t been that hard,” while pouting.

— might even ask you to pick him up.

— will deadass open his arms at the most random times and ask you to pick him up.

— do it quickly, he can get a bit bratty sometimes.

— loves, loves, LOVES when you’re the big spoon.

— or when you let him sit in your lap, he eats that shit UP.

— he will do anything you ask as long as you pick him up or let him sit in your lap.

— will still act like a badass when sitting in your lap, loading his gun and counting his cash while he leans back into your chest.

— he absolutely loves being in presence.

— loves being in your presence more than he loves poppin’ pills, I mean—😬 nah, I meant what I said lmao.

— likes it a bit too much and won’t admit it.

— mf’er likes to be babied.

— baby him, be the big spoon, let him sit in your lap; he’s too embarrassed to admit it but he loves all that shit.

— absolutely adores your hugs.

— sometimes, he gets quiet and just walks into your arms and buries his face into your chest.

— he is such a kid.

— especially if he’s having a bad day, he comes to you asap and just tackles you into a hug.

— you’d just be chilling like, “hey, hakkai. what’s up?” and then next thing you know, he’s in your arms and just sighing with content because he loves you so much.

— acts like he doesn’t like you babying him, but he most definitely does. baby him more, he just loves it way too much.

— sometimes insists on being the big spoon, or having you sit in his lap instead. he just wants to make sure you’re getting the same love he is.

— doesn’t care if you’re taller, if he says you’re sitting in his lap, then you’re sitting in his lap. period.

— will randomly insist that he’s taller than you, then have both of you stand up and compare heights.

— he just has to make sure sometimes, he kind of wants to be taller than you but really doesn’t mind.

— likes it when you bend down to kiss him but pretends he hates it.

— sometimes steps on your feet to feel a bit taller.

— most definitely asks for piggyback rides every now and then.

— you make him feel safe. he likes you a lot and your height is just another contributing factor.

— mans is in love.

— sometimes wraps his arms around your neck when you lean down to kiss him.

— asks you to kiss him fairly often, but he is practically a blushing mess the entire time.

— please don’t tease him, it takes him a lot of courage to ask.

— “ugh,” his face is bright red. “you already heard what I said! I said... I said I want you to kiss me.”

— he is so embarrassed for no reason lmao. you just make him feel small, in a way. he’s never really felt that before since he’s usually the tallest.

— super tsundere, probably begrudgingly calls you, “stupid” under his breath after getting the kiss he practically begged for.

I FINALLY FINISHED FIGHTIBG THE RUIN SERPENT (lawd that thing took me like hour 😔, anw barbara carries<3)

Anw um *cough* can i request childhood friends to lover with childe, where yk after a long time childe finally meet with his long lost bestfriend but the reader is a harbinger and so is childe (the reader rank is higher than him). The reason why childe never know that the reader is his long lost bestfriend bcz his identity is very closed (and he always uses his work name like tartaglia ballader etc.)

Anw m!reader since i kinda wanna feel masculine 🏃‍♂️. Ty² i hope the request isn't really confusing ehe

BARBARA IKUYO

Anyways, yeah this was a fun request to write!! I finally get to write a male reader ask!!

I love this one so much i put alot of my fluff abilities on writing it so i hope it actually is fluffy

-ˋˏ✄— Dear Fellow Harbinger

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Tartaglia x Reader

Pronouns: he/him

"Alas, we meet again, like the water from the ocean raining down on land."

CW: Childe story spoilers!

.navigation. // .genshin impact masterlist.

Childe recalled a time where he was just Ajax, a curious boy who wished to travel the world with his best friend.

It was an innocent thing, he and the boy who'd once tag along with his antics, sneaking out of their homes to see what the noise by the woods were, or what the Zapolyarny palace looked up close.

It was an innocent thing, their friendship was.

Now, his feet leave bloody footsteps in its wake, as he moved away from the once lively pact of hilichurls that stood in his path.

Blue eyes, dull and half lidded, scanned his surroundings as he approached the Zapolyarny palace.

It looked better afar, he thought. Where you wouldn't be able to feel the harsh cold, colder than the snow and ice.

"Why must I be tasked to this?" He mumbled, scratching his head, scarf fluttering behind him in the wind as he stepped up the stairway. "Harbingers working together? What does the Tsaritsa expect to obtain from such a horrible mix?"

It was true, he had never met the first Harbinger of the Fatui, and even if rumours said he was more bearable than the others, he was still a Harbinger.

Pierro, the first Fatui Harbinger, was just a mere child when the title was given to him by the Fatui. The Tsaritsa had taken him in, trained him and raised him as her own, even letting him play outside, under the watchful eyes of agents hidden around corners.

"You will be woriking alongside Pierro during this task, Tartaglia. He was allowed to choose his ally, and he chose you." He remembered the Tsaritsa's order.

Pierro, "the fool". His title truly matched him.

Why would the first ask for the eleventh when there were nine more above him?

His steps grew heavy, and he'd admit only to himself that he was the slightest bit nervous.

Pierro, the first Fatui Harbinger, asked for his presence.

He neared the door to the first's office, the mark of the Fool embedded high above him.

Pierro, the fool, was right behind this door.

He knocked, knuckles tapping at the door three times, before a voice on the other side granted permission to enter.

He opened the door, entering the room and closing it behind him.

Pierro, the most feared out of the Fatui excluding the Tsaritsa, was behind him.

"Tartaglia," Pierro greeted, and he turned.

Nervous blue met exhausted e/c, and it was like he was Ajax again.

Pierro, the boy who'd once promise him to be by his side for eternity, was there.

His eyes widened, and his breath hitched.

A name echoed in his head.

Pierro, Pierro, Pierro—

No, that wasnt it.

Y/n, he remembered.

Y/n, Y/n, Y/n!

Y/n L/n—!

He choked back a sob.

─𖠄࿐

"Ajax," he greeted once again, a smile brighter than his eyes and softer than his words. "It's nice to see you again."

The man before him stiffened, eyes wide as his hand shakily raised to point at him.

"Y—Y/—" he stuttered, not being able to let word out.

"Come on, Ajax, we've talked about stuttering," an innocent head tilt, as if he wasn't a feared Harbinger, as if he wasn't the Fool of the Fatui, as if he wasn't Pierro.

It was as if they were both eight all over again.

Childe took a step forward, before he found himself sprinting towsrds the shorter/taller male.

A knee on his desk, he leaned forwards, closer to Y/n and—

"Ow!" A slap to the face—

"H—huh?" And arms wrapped tightly around him before ginger hair covered his view.

Childe, leaning over the wooden desk, had wrapped his arms around Y/n, head burried on his neck as if he hadn't slapped him moments prior and wasn't shaking in his shoes.

"I'm getting mixed signals from you," Y/n lightly joked, but reciprocated the hug.

Feeling his friend's arms around him, Childe let out a breathy laugh, holding the e/c boy he'd once dance in the snowy fields with.

"You're such an ass," Childe chuckled, pulling back a bit just to cup Y/n's face, tears streaming down his face.

Y/n's face burned, but he chuckled at Childe.

"How—how long have you been here? Did you know I was here? What—what happe—" a finger to his lips shushed the ginger, and Y/n gave a tired sigh.

"It's a really long story." He glanced shyly at his side, and Childe squeezed his cheeks.

"Ow— hey!"

"Sorry, sorry, it's just that..." Childe slowly neared him.

"Are you alright, Ajax?"

Hushed voices, whispers against each other's lips.

"I haven't seen you in a decade, Y/n," Childe muttered, eyes filled with sorrow and relief. "And now you're here, as the first Fatui Harbinger, as Pierro—"

—as the boy who had given him a makeshift crown of snowy flowers.

"I'm sorry," Y/n whispered. "I'll make it up to you."

"Then promise me," lips an inch apart, Ajax whispered. "Promise me you wouldn't break our promises from years ago. All of them."

"I promise my pinky on that."

"You better."

Gripping his collar, Ajax pressed their lips against each other, his other hand moving down from Y/n's face to squeeze at his side.

It was an innocent thing, their love was.

─𖠄࿐

"Y/n, Y/n!" Ajax called out to his friend. "Let's make a pinky promise!"

"What for?" The boy asked as he sat on the frosty ground.

"Let's promise to stay together forever!"

Y/n smiled, lifting his hand up with only his pinky finger raised.

"Then let's pinky promise!"

"Yay!!"

─𖠄࿐

"Let's get married someday, Y/n." Ajax told him one winter night.

"Huh? What's that?"

"Marriage! Momma said that you marry the person you love the most!"

"Aww, you love me the most?"

"Of course!"

"Then alright, let's get married someday!"

"Pinky promise?"

"I promise my pinky on that!"

"Haha, you better!"

—PATCHWRK !