Its Always Fem Reader Isnt It 😔

Gaz: What’s your biggest fear?

(Y/n): One of us dying. I’m not really scared of anything else to be honest.

Gaz: What about you dying?

(Y/n), smiling: That’s my biggest hope.

Price, appearing out of nowhere: Stop.

You remind me of Diluc, for some reason. The sorta canon Diluc where he's pretty mellowed out (until the story picks up) and talks nicely, calmly to the Traveler. And then a rule is broken and your kinda cold (as you should, a rule was broken)!

*gasp* DILUC?! Somebody said i remind them of diluc?! Idk if i should be honored or confused, but anw yes i kinda agree on you.

don't you realize our bodies could fall apart any second?

141 x male!reader

⚠︎ REPOST FROM PREVIOUS BLOG ⚠︎

warnings: gore, cod typical violence, foul language, kinda angst-y, could be read as either romantic or platonic, actually scratch that very angsty, death, alot of contemplating death, honestly mostly price centered lolz, its also like basically the convoy chase scene so yeah

notes: ⚠︎ this was a request from my previous account!! so uh 🪷 if u see this then here :3 ⚠︎ tsym for requesting !! this was crazy fun to write and i was really excited to work on it!! i had to fudge around some details for it to make a little more sense logistically speaking -- also sorry for taking a long ass while to get it done, but i hope you like regardless :)

(and yeah 🪷 is fine lol)

The horizon of the young night, painted in soft, deep blues, and splattered with stars like the flick of a paint brush, almost completely takes you out of your head. You don't often get the chance to enjoy the beauty around you, and even as you do in this moment, there's shouting and gunfire ringing in the background. Even the heavy pitter patter of rain can't deafen. It was ironic in a way--  you could probably find a cliche metaphor in there somewhere.

The huff of the helicopters rapid blades muffle what you can hear, even with your headset securely cuffed around your ears. The relentless wind beats against your skin, grabbing and pulling at your hair ferociously.

Even after all this time, these missions never fail to get your nerves up.

You feel your heart pound against your chest as Captain Price, in the seat besides the pilot, continues to bark out orders and directions. Pursing your lips, you bring your guns scope back to your eye, grip so tight you might've thought you've left your fingerprints indented into the plastic. You're squatted down on the helicopters floor, leaned against the wall as you use it for cover. Your bullets fly from the open door, aimed for the hostile vehicles set on evading your team.

Sergeant Kyle Garrick, or rather Gaz, mirrors your position on the adjacent side of the door-- Soap and Ghost no doubt holding similar positions behind you.

It's almost looking like this whole thing might go your way.

"Gaz-- [L/N]!" Price calls out over coms. "Anti-Air teams locking onto us-- your side!"

Your aim almost instinctively finds them-- large red lasers all seeming to be pointing directly at you. You squeeze your finger against the trigger, a cold sweat washing over you as you realize your bullets are doing nothing to their body armor. You felt the rhythmic jolt of your gun in your arms-- realizing you were swiftly running out of time, you called by to price, finger never leaving the trigger. "Captain-- They're wearing armor, we can't---!"

"INCOMING!" The frantic shout from Gaz cuts you off, eyes widening as you attempt to shield yourself from the missile blazing towards you. 

Your breath hitches as the heli begins to shake and spin-- you move from the door, pressing your back against the wall, madly grabbing onto whatever you can.

The pilots voice sounds in your ear, her voice strong, yet clearly frenzied. "We're going down, Y'all-- I need to execute an emergency lan-" Another large boom cuts her off, sending the heli plummeting to the ground, violent jerks being an attempt from the pilot to keep you from being obliterated the moment you'd make impact with the ground.

You try to maneuver to a more secure position as the heli grows unstable, but feel as the ground slips from under you, your back crashing again the floor with a heavy thump, head bouncing roughly against it.

Smoke fills the air, and your lungs, as alarms blare from the helis systems. There's a frantic cacophony of shouts as you fumble for anything to hold onto, nails screeching against metal as you claw to keep yourself alive. You feel your body lose to gravity as you begin to slip out, your gun now long gone.

your body dangles outside the heli, as chaos ensues. Your breath is rapid as you're just almost able to lift yourself back into 'safety.' but the rain has made everything slick and unstable. Your grip, your clothes, the metal.

Another hit to the tail end sends the helicopter to the point of no return. Plummeting downwards at seemingly impossible speeds-- in just a few seconds the chopper dove nose first into the ground, the screeching of metal aching on before coming to a silent hault.

The wreckage is still-- silent for a moment.

A sore groan stumbles from Prices throat as he forces his eyes open, a dull pain spreading through his body. On instinct, his hand goes to reach for the pilot, still sitting besides him. He stops as his eyes reach her-- her eyes wide open, empty, a strange glassy eyed stare bore into him. Broken glass litters her deep completion, the hair that had escaped her once neat bun lay stuck to her forehead as sweat and blood coats her flesh.

His chest tightness as he looks past her, into the cabin. After a moment of deadly silence, as if he were scared to ask, he finds his voice. "Are you-" a cough cuts him off, he almost instinctively turns away as he continues to hack through his sentence. "Are you alright!?"

He's partially relieved when a slew of groans answers him. Turning back, ignoring the stare of the pilot, he tries for an exit from the windshield, having been shattered upon impact. As he climbs from the cockpit, he hopes his voice is still loud enough for his team to hear. "Gaz?"

His head snaps as a figure emerges from the wreckage, pushing heavy scraps of metal from its way, and stumbling out from what remained of cabins open door. "'m alright..." He groans out in a hushed whisper, blood coating his forehead. It seems Gaz is still trying to process what's happened.

"Soap?"

As if on cue, Soap follows in Gaz's steps, footing unstable as he attempts to climb out. A string of barely legible curses are spat from his mouth before finally answering with an "I'm fine." The mostly agitated sort of growl sounded like it'd hurt his throat.

Soap extends a hand into the wreckage, a skeleton clad glove reaching for it, gripping it with a grunt as Soap pulls him up.

"Ghost, you alright mate?"

"Not dead yet." Is all he responds, stumbling from the rubble. 

"[L/N]?"

Again, everything's still.

Rain pounds against his head, soaking his hair. He must've lost his hat somewhere in the wreckage.

"[L/N]!" He calls again, straining to listen for your reply. He hisses out a curse as he moves to the demolished, Ghosts voice stopping him mere seconds later.

"Price." He says it like a whisper, not even turning to look at his Captain. Its like he's frozen in panic.

Price turns, his gaze following ghosts a few feet from the crash. barely visible through the rain is a still body.

Your body.

Price doesn't register the fact that he's moving, his feet almost slipping against the mud, till he practically falls to his knees, the momentum of his movement pushing him into your body when he comes in close. His hands hover over your form, fearful his touch might shatter you.

You're on your side, limp as Price continues to mindlessly call your name, as if pleading with you to just hop up, pretending like the crash was just a scrape to your knee. "No, no, nonono- [Y/N]-!"

He rolls you onto your back eyes shooting to a large shard-like piece of metal stabbed into your side. Smaller pieces of shrapnel have torn into your clothes and buried themselves under your skin. His hope begins to falter just before you force out a breath, face twitching on discomfort as you shakily come to. You force your eyes open, meeting the fear-stricken frown of your captain.

Price lets out a breath of relief, putting on a smile to mask his panic. It doesn't work well.

You know something's wrong.

Scoffing at his almost fatherly attempt at comfort, you crack a smile, speaking through a sickly, dry throat. "Now be for real with me, old man; just how bad is it?" He's looking at you like you're a dog about to be put down.

He doesn't answer you.

Heavy boots bound towards you, snapping Price from his poorly concealed panic. His head snapps towards the rest of the team-- but he doesn't have to say a word. They're already doing what they have to.

You hear a certain sort of zip of fabric before you feel Ghosts unmistakeable warm hands pressed against you. You're covered in rain, dirt, and your own blood.

Price is still knelt by your head, trying to keep your attention on him-- trying to keep you talking, to keep you conscious. So it's that bad, huh?

"Kid, can you feel anything?"

You ponder the question, a strange happenstance that you don't know quite how to answer that question. "I feel..." You notice the gush of warmth flow out of your body, and a pulsing dullness. Nothing else. As you breath in to answer, you feel more blood gush from you. "Warm. It's kinda gross, actually." You went to laugh, but your chuckle is caught in your throat. You feel a strange sort of painful stabbing sensation in your legs-- like pins and needles amped up to a hundred. You don't say anything, just silently wince.

Price wordless stands, shouting into his walkie-talkie, as you look to Ghost. You don't dare look at the damage you've been dealt, just barely catching a glimpse of his scarf pressed against your skin, your red staining the once tan fabric.

You snap your eyes up, attempting to focus on the breath you're swiftly loosing. Your breathing grows shallow, despite your efforts to swallow back more air-- it's as if your lungs are simply refusing to work. Your chest aches as you fight for deeper breaths, as if your a fish fighting to survive above the water-- breathing a painful chore.

You try to move, to put a hand around your throat to sooth yourself, but your limbs all feel numb-- heavy, yet jelly-like all the same. It's as if some invisible force is holding you down.

your hearing begins to distort-- almost sounding like your head was plunged underwater, all voices and sounds fading beyond much of your understanding. You recognize Prices voice, shouting into his coms. His words echo three or four times, yet to you it's devoid of any substance or meaning.

Your vision blurs-- maybe it's the rain getting in your eyes, or maybe you're really just dying. You scowl at the cliche you're living through. At the very least, you now know all those books and movies held some truth to them.

he pain worsens as you try to speak to Ghost. "I swear to God, L.T, if I start rambling about seeing a bright light, just shoot me." Ghost doesn't find your attempt at humor very funny.

You're vision begins to go black, fading from the sides until only a fuzzy circle of your vision was left. For a moment you're struggling to figure out whether or not your eyes are closed.

Price continues to shout about medical evac, Gaz is at Ghosts sides, applying pressure to the multiple puncture wounds littering your abdomen as they try to work out a plan to move you to evac without potentially further harming you. Soap is at your side, his gloved hand protectively grabbing onto yours. You think he's talking to you, and you think you're answering, maybe offering him a joke or two to comfort his panic, but you can't be sure. This goes on for awhile, like you were stuck living the same minuet over and over again.

A ringing slowly floods your ears, and all at once your pain is eased. In the midst of such chaos around you, you find a quiet. A stillness. A sort of comforting peace washing over you.

The warmth of your blood is strangely curing. It reminds you of various memories from deep within your childhood-- lost instances of a tender embrace, being lulled to sleep in the arms of a loved one, dark and silent.

Death was an inevitable thought in your line of work. Honestly, the thought was probably the most consistent thing you had in your life. It was always pretty scary-- you didn't know when you'd die, how, what would come after-- frankly it scared you. But now, in the ease, there was a mysterious certainty in the cradle of death, you found yourself accepting the idea as if it were a gift you'd been waiting for.

"[Y/N]?" You've stopped answering Soap. Your instinct is to fight heft in your eyelids, but you're just so tired. As you begin to surrender to the peace, Soaps thick accent cuts through it. "No-- stay with me, [Y/N]!" He shifts his position, laying your head on his lap as his hands rest on your face, shaking your head to keep you awake.

His shout of protest gets Prices attention. Price approaches yet again and takes Soaps former place. He places a hand on your chest and shoulder, shaking you lightly. As he begins to speak, you roll your head towards him, barely making him out through the fuzz. "C'mon, stay with me, son." He sees that sort glassy glint in your eyes. "Don't close your eyes-- close your eyes and you're a goner. Jesus fuck--! Don't you fucking die on me-- that's an order!" His voice shakes despite himself.

You aren't afraid of death. You always thought you'd die slow and painful, but this was....Nice. There's no pain, no fear, nothing but numb. You struggle for a reason to not simply give into yourself-- maybe this was just your time. You're tired-- you're young, but so fucking tired. Why not let go? What are you holding on for?

Your head rolls to the other side. Ghost and Gaz's hands are coated in your blood, their clothes possibly forever stained with the memory of your life fleeting from under their palms. You can feel the warmth of Soaps lap from under your head, one hand lightly slapping your face, and the other combing back your hair with tender care. Weather its to sooth you, himself as a nervous tick, or to just keep your mud soaked hair from your face, it's still appreciated. Price has screamed his throat raw. You never thought you'd see the man falter, but you could feel his once strong hands seem to crumble again you as they gripped almost pathetically at your vest and shirt.

Suddenly you had your answer.

You draw a shallow breath.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Cap."

CHAPTER 223 SPOILERS

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Oh you give author comment?? You give author little kudos on their fic?? LOVE FOR READER!! LOVE FOR READER FOR ONE MILLION YEARS!!

Amgst are superior

Hey doll!

Hope you are doing well! I really enjoyed my match up with Sanzu! (Even thought up of a self indulgent one shot about it for myself (not posting it)! Thank you for such an amazing match up and idea for that to be possible!)

I've seen from your post that you want some requests so I thought I would send you one!

If I could please request a Hanma X reader angst? Maybe with how Kisaki disliked that Hanma was becoming less available to help with his plans, and he thinks you're the reason for that. And so you have to be taken care of? Preferably reader death but you can decide ultimately what happens. After all, this is your writing and you need to be comfortable.

Don't feel like you have to push yourself to accept this request. I understand how this is not everyone's cup of tea and not everyone likes writing angst to this level.

If this makes you uncomfortable or you don't want to write it, please feel free to just ignore this. I just feel like Hanma angst 😅

Please take care of yourself and remember you are loved! ❤️ Thank you for even reading this ask! ❤️

A/N: Waa thank you very much for your kindness! this is my first time for angst so I'm pretty nervous for this one.(y'all if you're an angst writer maybe you could give me tips on how to do better)

TW: mentions of death, murder(?)

A nuisance. That's what you were to kisaki. A nuisance to his plans. you were always taking up hanma's time. And oh how he despised you for that he wanted you dead, and he will make sure that he has you dead. unbeknowist to you the male has already started planning for your own death.

At a summer morning hanma recieved a call from you and before the phone could make it known he already picked it up.

"Hello?" he asked

"Hanma! hello! it is I your most beloved lover!" you exclaimed. a chuckle was heard from your phone making you smile. 'I managed to make him laugh!' you thought

"Ah! right anyways I was thinking if you wanted to go on a date with me. you see I found this new restaurantand thought we could go check it out together and make it a date."

He laughed glad you were still as loving as you were before

"Sure" he answered

"Really? yay! then see you at my home 1pm bye!" and with that you hang up.

already heading towards your apartment, he heard kisaki's voice now normally he wouldn't interfere wanting it to be a surprise but when he heard him saying your name curiosity took over him. peeking over he saw kisaki and a man he doesn't know talking.

"As I said you'll strike y/n when they're alone got that?" he said

"Loud and clear boss" he answered while snickering

He was surprised to say the least. y/n was going to be killed. and what's worst was that they were bound to be killed by the person who made his life bearable to live in. walking towards you home he was troubled. who would he choose to betray? kisaki, who made his life a circus or y/n whom he fell in love with. either way he knew whatever choice he made it would result in a great amount of loss. arriving to your apartment he ringed the doorbell which immediately got a response. kicking your door open you smiling when you saw your boyfriend.

"Let's go!" you said and hooked you arm with his

snapped out of his thought, he looked at you and smiled before nodding

"So, where is this new restaurant you're saying? he asked

"it's just over there" you said pointing to the left

it was a walking distance from your apartment. arriving the restaurant you were greeted by the sound of bells signaling your entrance.

"Welcome" the waitress said

taking both of your orders, she smiled before leaving you two alone. and once again hanma was lost in thought and you being his lover, knew it was unusual. after all hanma was never quiet. worried you called him

"Hanma?"

he looked up to you to see your worried. quickly erasing the thought, he smiled and went back to his usual self which in a sense, comforted you. smiling, you told him about the latest gossips in your school while he listened with a smile

'if you learned your fate, would you be smiling like you are now' he wondered

leaving the restaurant after gladly eating the meal, you held his hand as he walked you home.

"Y/n" he called

you looked at him with a smile, wondering what he was gonna say.

"no. nevermind" he said unable to tell you

"I see.." you responded

Arriving your apartment, the both of you said your goodbyes to each other. that night you slept peacefully however hanma couldn't. daybreak arrived and he finally made up his mind. picking up his phone,, he called you hoping you'd pick it up.

"hello?" you asked

"ah y/n, can we meet up at a park?" he said trying his best not to let out a sob

"Hm? sure! what time?" you asked

Ah, how innocent he thought

"Now would be preferable" he answered

"Now? ok!" you answered already getting out

Arriving the park, you saw him sitting on a bench. smiling you approached him only to frown when you saw his bloodshot eyes. worried, you cupped his face and asked

"what's wrong?" you asked worry laced in your tone

"Y/n, you know I love you, right?" he asked

"Yes?" you answered confused as to why the sudden question

"You love me too, right y/n?" he asked another peculiar question

"Uh yes?" you answered

As if your answer was a trigger, a knife was plunged in your chest. your eyes widened as you cough out blood. it hurts you thought. but what hurted you more was because the one that stabbed you, was hanma. you looked at him with a questioning expression but gave him a smile before you finally passed out.

"I love you y/n. and if you were bound to die anyways, I'd prefer it'd be me that would kill you" he said before pulling the knife out.

his eyes was lifeless. kneeling down, he touched your body. it was cold, there was no pulse and the bleeding wouldn't stop. he was sure you were dead now. He was smiling, why was he smiling? he wanted to scream, to cry yet why can't I do it?

I loved y/n I really do but maybe we met at the wrong life time. maybe in another life we could be happy we could have children, maybe we could do all the things you want to. but that's just in another life.

with a s/o who’s much taller than them

request — hi! i just saw your request are open, i would like to request their s/o taller than them please! the characters hanma, sanzu, chifuyu [ or whoever you like! ] thank you!

notes — none + i’m not shadowbanned anymore <3

characters —  hanma + sanzu + chifuyu

✿ — shuji hanma

you fold your arms over your chest, staring down at hanma who was now snickering, “ give me my keys, babe— don’t make me forcefully take them for you. “

hanma was going to go to some turf war and since you, obviously care for his safety— you took his keys. you raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend and shrugged your shoulders, “ fine, go ahead and take them. “ taking his keys from your pocket and holding it above his head.

he threw back his head to see the keys dangling above him and he pouts, “ that’s not funny at all, aren’t you a little mean. “ he spits jokingly. he makes one jumping attempt but even that fails so he sighs, “ hand them over. “

“ jump for them. “

“ y/n. “

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Day 1: Broken Promises - Childe

Warnings: Character death ig?

"You--" His eyes were full of hurt and betrayal, and he cried two words into your chest. "You promised."

How had it come to this?

You and Childe had been planning an anniversary for the two years you've been together, and you had to laugh at his childish excitement. But he had just kissed you lightly on the cheek and skipped off. You could almost see the flowers and sparkles he left in his wake.

The both of you had made plans to go to Xinyue Kiosk after he picked you up from work.

Today's commissions were nothing new, just a couple of balloon sabotages, a few requests, and-- oh. There was an emergency, and it required you to defeat a ruin hunter.

You bit your lip, worrying it between your teeth. Was it worth it? You could try and see if Childe had any debts near there... No. You shook your head, slapping your cheeks gently. It wasn't worth it to pull Childe away from his work.

So you set off, leaving that commission for last. The rest of the commissions were easy enough, and you found yourself standing before the ruin hunter's alleged location soon enough.

The place was suspiciously empty, and you walked in slowly, readying your weapon. You just had to paralyze it and rip its core out. A quiet, mechanical whirring reached your ears, and you spun around...

And immediately jumped to the side.

The ruin hunter didn't wait around, launching a series of attacks that you barely deflected or dodged. You were getting fatigued, and the ruin hunter... well, it could hardly get tired, could it?

"Y/N!"

You turned, the voice catching you off guard. The rusty blade cut through your side, igniting an explosion of pain and startling wetness.

"Y/N! Oh shit--"

Dimly, you were aware of Childe falling to his knees beside you. He pulled off his scarf and wadded it up, pressing it against your side.

"Stay with me, Y/N."

A thick, cottony numbness was starting to spread, and you brushed your fingers against your side. It came away red, and you turned away from them, sickened by the sight.

"Y/N, talk to me," Childe pleaded. Water nudged at your side-- Childe's own brand of healing-- and a pleasant warmth spread through you. It poked and prodded and lacked none of the finesse that healers usually possessed, but it was Childe, and that was enough.

You opened your mouth, trying to say something, anything, but Childe's face melted away, leaving you alone in the ruins.

The ruin hunter clicked methodically, and you swore it was laughing as it raised its blade for the final blow. You smiled sadly, closing your eyes.

Forgive me... Ajax.

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"Lord Harbinger."

"What is it?" Childe wiped blood away from his face and sent a wave of water rushing down his arms and clothes, rinsing off the worst of the gore. His voice was colder than the snowstorms of Snezhnaya, and he took delight in how the recruit cringed.

"The new recruits are ready for your briefing, sir."

"Take me there."

The click of his boots was deafening against the wooden podium erected in the middle of the snowy forest, and Childe raked his eyes across the crowds of black clad agents, huddled into their winter coats.

"Today, you are inducted under my order. From this day forward, you will honor the oaths you have made to Her Majesty the Tsaritsa, and you will stop at nothing to bring Snezhnaya to victory." The memorized speech slipped easily from Childe, and he surveyed the visions glinting in the dull Snezhnayan winter light.

"You shall sweep through this land like the icy winds of the furthest north, as strong as the hoarfrost of Zapolyarny Palace. You will chill the very marrow in our enemies' bones." A glint of blue. Hydro? No, Cryo.

"Her Majesty expects of you loyalty, ruthlessness, and meticulousness, for the trials that we face are harsh, and our enemies are naught but obstacles in the Tsaritsa's path to her noble goals."

Childe paused for a moment. Yes... why not? You weren't here, after all. No one to temper his bloodlust. He summoned his blades, which hardened into ice in the winter air.

A crazed smile made its way onto his face. "Now, let's have a celebratory spar, shall we?"

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Boring. Boring, boring, boring.

No one gave him a challenge. No one put up a fight. No one... No one came close to you. He was about to dismiss his blades, but he heard the creaking of a bow being pulled back. Slowly, he turned around.

Your determined face stared back at him. Those eyes, those frostbitten and chapped lips, and the steady pulse of your Cryo vision.

A sign.

He stumbled towards you, closing his hand around the arrow you had nocked in your bow. The cold was so extreme it snapped at his skin, and he heard your muted gasp as he drew close.

"Y/N?" He croaked.

You made a questioning noise, tilting your head to the side-- the way you always did when he asked you a question. "Lord Harbinger?"

"You--" His eyes stung with snow and tears, and he cried two words into your chest. "You promised."

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I just wanna... kiss him HAVDHHSBANANZM

Hey ho! Im back, anw can i request maybe an hc where akito have a really affectionate s/o who like to shower him with compliment or maybe an PDA (if he's comfy with it ofc) tyy!:DDD

lets do this ᕙ(＠°▽°＠)ᕗ wahh sorry if its a little short (｡•́︿•̀｡)

Affectionate s/o

Akito Shinonome

I kid you not. This guy can't process the amount of compliments you give him fast enough.

He would compliment you back but you some how always one-up him

s/o: Your eyes are so pretty

Akito: And so are yours

s/o: No you don't get it. Your eyes are such a pretty olive colour that the in the sun it looks like jewels, its so pretty that i could probably stare at them for the rest of my life.

Akito: shocked and blushing

Sometimes he would catch you staring at him with this warm affectionate gaze that gets his heart racing because no one really looks at him that way. gives him the butterflies.

Bro can't handle it ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

It gets even worse when you PDA (vv cute but singlelivesmatter ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

He would never initiate PDA but would gladly accept it if you do.

When you intertwine your fingers with his when you go outside, he literally can't help but blush and be completely aware of how you hold his hand and pull him along when you see something interesting.

If you give him a peck on the cheek he just stops functioning altogether. He's absolutely whipped for you.

s/o: gives him a peck

Akito: Wha-

s/o: Sometimes i look at you and feel like im falling for you all over again

Akito: - (this guy is on the floor dead)