-ˋˏ✄— Fallen Harbinger

Kamisato Ayato x Reader

Notes: just a small something since he came home. Gender-neutral terms, blood & injury mention, protective boyf Ayato✨

Cornered, you considered your options. Run and risk the two men chasing you? Fight back and risk a black eye at the least, all while your lover’s jacket turned dirty with your blood?

You really had no way out, pressing yourself impossibly closer into the alleyway as though it were possible for the wall to swallow you and transport you elsewhere. To think all this happened over a misunderstanding.

“You scum, wearing the Commissioner’s coat like that.”

You opened your mouth to protest, a hoarse and cracked sound pleading for a break. “No, I - “

The man puffed out his cheeks, an ugly red colour popping through his face in profound anger. “Unless you’re some whore who ran off indecently with the Commisioner, threatening to tear down his reputation!”

The man accompanying him scoffed, adding in another sentence before you could get a word in. “So which is it, are you a filthy thief or have you seduced our honourable Yashiro Commisioner?”

You sigh. The men were harassing you over borrowing Ayato’s coat to keep you warm from the cooling winds. You only wanted to run your errands around Hanamizaka in peace, not be cornered and threatened for something clearly trivial.

“Ah, is there a problem here?”

Thank Narukami. Your shoulders immediately relaxed upon hearing the familiar cadence of your boyfriend as he directed the men’s attention to him.

“They think I stole your coat!” You called over the men, seeing the silent confusion written on Ayato’s face.

The two men’s eyes widened comically as they looked at one another and shook their heads. “Commissioner! We were simply looking out for you! We aren’t sure what they were doing parading around in your - “

Ayato held a hand in the air to stop them from continuing. Clearly, these scoundrels held no respect or foresight whatsoever.

“It appears to me that you’ve unnecessarily cornered my partner,” Ayato motioned to your form huddled against the wall, still shaken but less scared than before, “surely the two of you can see that I am not in my coat now, yes? I fail to see why any of this is worth scaring them.”

“Lord Kamisato, we - “

“A clear oversight on my part. It seems that I haven’t done my duty as well as I would have liked.”

Ayato walks past the two men, stance and posture upright, determined, graceful. He approached you and carefully leans to capture your chin between his fingers, tilting it ever so slightly to meld his lips lovingly against your own.

Pulling back slowly and softly, a satisfied hum reverberating upon seeing your shocked and confused expression and sensing the two men still present behind him, Ayato gives them a pointed look.

“My duty is to protect those closest to me. If either of you approach them again, it will be your last.”

“You can’t possibly threaten us, that wouldn’t be a good look for you, Commissioner - “

“Ah,” Ayato grinned, “the two of you look familiar. I believe… yes. You two have committed numerous acts against the Tri-Commission in the past through petty games - namely tax evasion. I protect Inazuma and therefore, you two have disrespected the Raiden Shogun by neglecting your citizen’s duty. You understand the consequences of directly harming a Tri-Commission member,” he motions to you, as you were his and thus affiliated with the Yashiro Commision, “Perhaps that is enough cause to, eloquently put, stay quiet?”

That was enough to send the two into a flurry of apologies, profusely bowing before they ran out of the alleyway with their tails beneath their legs.

Ayato gave a soft smile, turning back to you and trapping you between the wall and him with his arm next to your head.

“Now, where were we?”

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."

How you grew up

➳ Childe x gn!reader

➳ Oneshot ; 2.4k

➳ Angst without comfort ; Use of Childe's real name

You never expected to see your best friend again after he disappeared from your life years ago, but was your reunion really a blessing? [1O.O7.2O21]

Zep's Note ; I never really write angst nor did I ever write anything like this before. So uh, I'm not entirely sure how to feel about this?

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It was over a decade ago that your best friend had disappeared without leaving a trace. Over a decade since you had last seen his ocean blue eyes that sparkled when the boy smiled, since he had last brought you pretty flowers he found in the neighbors' gardens, since he had last taken your hand in his as you ran through the Snezhnayan snow together. On a day of misery over a decade ago, Ajax had vanished from your life, and not even his family knew a thing.

That's what they said, at least, and no one in town questioned anything. Neither did you, but what was there for you to question when you were only ten years old? 

You were in love with Ajax back then, and he was in love with you – for as far as two ten-years olds were able to comprehend the true, in-depth meaning of love. As if it were meant to be a tragedy, you had promised each other to be forever together, to get married when you were old enough, just a few days before the boy disappeared. 

Years passed, the promise slipped from your memory and ended up forgotten, and the small necklace Ajax had given you to seal the promise had lost its significance. 

Until he was in front of you again.

April 17

Upon barely reaching the top of the stairs that led you to the Northland Bank in Liyue Harbor, a sudden appearance in your vision had you gasping for air frantically and you almost toppled down again in sheer and utmost shock.

The purpose of your visit was long forgotten, so was everything else on your mind; all was washed away now that you almost collided with the person who had been about to descend the same stairs you had climbed, but he now stood frozen as much as you did.

It was over a decade that your best friend had disappeared without leaving a trace, and now he was in front of you, all grown up into a tall and handsome young man but still so much like the Ajax you knew.

"Y/N..." he whispered, and just when your name fell off his lips, you leaped forward and threw your arms around him with a sob.

He too had teared up, eyes watery as he held you so so so close, as if he was afraid of another decade of separation if he would let go of you again. With great effort you peeled away from his embrace after a while, let your eyes wander to meet his, cupped his face and called his name with a shaky voice.

There were so many questions, so many things you wanted to say, but your voice had forgotten its sole purpose and you could only utter out his name over and over and you felt like crying for real when a smile washed over Ajax's face.

You weren't stupid. Of course you recognized a member of the Fatui when you saw one. It was quite clear to you that Ajax had joined the Tsaritsa's delegation of diplomats, but in your moment of bliss you chose to ignore it.

You had found Ajax again, the boy you had lost for more than ten years. The hows and whys were the least of your concerns now. All that mattered was the fact that you were reunited, and you were utterly overwhelmed by the fact that he was right in front of you.

He took you to where he was staying in the harbor city that night, and though he avoided the topic of what happened during his long absence, you two happily reminiscensed about all the good memories you had of growing up together.

And the promise? He never forgot.

It made you wonder. What if maybe, just maybe, the bond you once had could be restored again? What if you two could still find the together you had promised each other all those years ago? If fate reunited you again, who knew what else fate had in store for you?

June 24

Ajax wasn't Ajax anymore.

Though you initially thought your friend was still the boy from all those years ago, it was a statement you quickly dismissed. Ajax had changed, and drastically so. What happened to him when he disappeared? And how did he end up with the Fatui?

He was a Vision bearer now, aided by an additional Delusion. Why did he need the strength of two elements? You were a bit worried about it. Did his Vision relate to his disappearance? It wasn't a rarity for Archons to bestow their elemental power onto people in a situation dire or tragic. And then there was his Delusion. Not much was known about these artificial Visions, but they were rumored to be harmful for their bearers.

What was he doing?

"Good morning, Ajax," you greeted the male, smiling softly as you woke up next to him in the morning.

"Can you stop calling me that?" he asked, averting his gaze as if he was ashamed. "I- Please call me Childe from now on."

"Childe?" you echoed, your smile rapidly faltering.

He had asked you to be his the day before, and the sweet moment had you forgetting about all your worries and doubts regarding the male, but they all came back now.

You wanted to ask him why, but Ajax, or Childe, slipped out of the bed and started to prepare for another day of work. He got dressed, fixed his hair, gave you a quick kiss, and then he was gone, leaving you behind in a confused daze.

It was summer in Liyue Harbor, so why was it so cold all of a sudden? You curled up into a little ball under the blankets in the empty bed and heaved out a sigh. Maybe the red flags you blissfully ignored shouldn't have been ignored.

The fact that he worked for the Fatui, the double elements he wielded, and above all, the fact that his ocean eyes had lost their sparkle, and his gaze had become empty and dull and his sweet and boyish smile never reached his eyes anymore.

You fell in love with the guy who was merely a ghost of the person he used to be. He was no longer your Ajax. Who was Childe?

July 10

He was a Harbinger.

Childe was one of the Fatui Harbingers, the elite that led the military detachment along with the Tsaritsa herself.

Was that why he had become so cold? There were weeks where you hardly saw him, when the Fatui required his full focus and attention and he had no time left for you.

He came back tired that night, mood sour and grumpy, but he still forced out a smile when he walked past you. You could see he tried to show his heart, his warmth, to tell you he loved you despite everything. That night, he fell asleep in your arms, and it felt truly okay.

But Childe was still a Harbinger.

You weren't too sure what it meant to be one, but it seemed to implement a fair deal of stress on the male in your arms. That must be why he often acted the way he did. Yet, it didn't make it less tough on you.

You missed Ajax.

All was good now that he was peacefully asleep in your arms and you held him close now that he let you do so for once. Sadly, it was but a momentary burst. Tomorrow he'd be the cold Fatui elite again, and you weren't looking forward to it.

This wasn't what you signed up for. You had cancelled your return to Snezhnaya so you could stay with the man you loved but it felt as if you were only drifting apart more. For Celestia's sake, Childe was a tapestry of secrets who hid his true self even from his lover, and he got upset at you whenever you gingerly brought up the subject while all you wanted was to understand him.

He refused to open up to you, no matter how hard you tried. Childe was at peace when he slept in your arms, but that was as far as the moments of love you shared went. This was no good, and you were reaching the limit of how much more you could take.

You felt homesick, and the feeling of home you had hoped to find at Ajax's side wasn't there. You yearned for Snezhnaya, because next to Childe, you felt lonely.

You knew he tried, but was it enough?

It was a game of push and pull, and the male seemed to be at war with himself, with his feelings and his desires. Was it even fair for you to expect him to love you properly while he was struggling with his own problems?

But he was the one who asked you...

September 15

He came home, his clothes covered in stains of crimson blood. You didn't want to believe it, you refused to acknowledge it, but your attempts failed when he greeted you with a cheerful grin. So when acts of violence were still freshly engraved in his memory, he was able to find some mirth within himself? He needed to spill blood in order to look happy?

This wasn't right.

"Childe, why?" you quietly asked.

"I got stronger again," came the reply, and the hand that had just held a bloodied sword now ruffled your hair playfully.

You had enough. It was getting too much, it started to scare you. You had to get away, leave Liyue and distance yourself from the man you loved – did he even love you? You didn't know, nor did it matter. You had tried to tell yourself that you were happy here in the beginning, but time had taught you that you weren't happy at all.

That evening, you cooked him dinner – his favorite meal, because you knew it would be the last time you ever cooked something for him. The smile he gave you pulled on your heartstrings, made you doubt your decision to leave, but what was one small moment of joy worth against the emptiness you felt around him perpetually?

For months you had desperately clung onto the sorry excuse of your relationship with Childe. You refused to believe Ajax was gone for real, hoping that he would come back if you held on tightly enough. You tried to love Childe, you really did.

Your heart was at war. Next to you was the boy you spent your gleeful years of youth with, the boy who was your first love, yet at the same time he wasn't. You knew your heart wouldn't find peace if you stayed here.

You knew you had to end it, so you did.

"This isn't working, Childe," you said, your voice shaky. "I'm... I'm breaking up with you."

You were on the brink of tears when you forced out those words, but you started truly crying when the Fatui in front of you teared up as well, hurt and disbelief falling over his features.

"You grew up, Childe. I love Ajax, but I can't find him in you anymore. It's unfair for us both if this illusion lasts any longer."

You saw his heart shatter when the meaning of your words dawned upon him, and yours did the same. It fell apart in a thousand tiny pieces, shards of a broken heart that would take ages to be mended again – if it could be mended, you weren't too sure about that.

It hurt, it hurt so damn much. But it had been hurting you for months, and living in a lie had tarnished your spirit. Old wounds resurfaced, torn open so they could heal again and properly this time.

There was a boat leaving for Snezhnaya that night, and you got your hands on a ticket in the very last minute before its departure.

Childe held you close for the last time ever. His arms were around you and yours were around him in an embrace that held naught but pain. He was crying, you were too, and you both struggled to breathe as you knew all between you was over for good now.

For the last time, his teary eyes sought yours, and he hoarsely whispered your name, tellong you to take care of yourself. You told him the same, and those were the last words you ever exchanged as the boat carried you far, far away from him.

December 21

You found a small silver necklace with a tiny gemstone as blue as the shimmering ocean in a small box in your wardrobe, back in your house in your Snezhnayan hometown.

Suddenly, you recognized it.

Your heart was hollow as you stepped into the cold winter that fell over the country. It was icy, the frostbiting wind howling over the streets. In your apathetic daze, it meant nothing to you. Your feet dragged you to a certain spot just outside of the village you both grew up in, only one goal in mind;

Finding closure.

You arrived at the lake, a place that appeared in so many of your memories. You glanced around the frozen scenery, and the sight pulled on your heartstrings. You suddenly remembered all the snowmen you and your first love used to make here, the adventures, the thrill of running into a hilichurl for the very first time and how he had protected you. Oh, was that a treehouse you and Ajax had build together?

You had to get out of here.

The silver necklace rested in your tight fist as you stared at the surface of the half frozen over lake, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. Then you started running towards the edge of the lake, and with a strangled cry you threw the necklace with all the force you could muster.

By the time it got swallowed by the icy water, you were crying, tears streaking your face as you watched the ripples on the surface until they ceased. Your lungs were burning, your heart ached, but you did it.

You had said goodbye to Ajax for good.

Why is he ginger 😧

I found this blessing picture of lee and I just felt the need to share it. UGH the amount of detail in this... HEART FUCKING EYES MY GUY

[1863]

They were standing out in the blood rain for a while…maybe clean up a little

(ft. my patented 1863 KDJ carefully Not losing his cool expression)

THE FUCKING EXPENSIVE $295,372.13 CAR AND THE FUCKING RICH OWNER EVERYBODY

A/N: I’m so mentally ill about him. 80 pulls and his lim hasn’t come home yet pls akito I love you your dinner is getting cold. Once again, this is very self indulgent I just love Akito

*ೃ༄ Waking up with Akito

You could only register two audible sounds as you slowly blinked your eyes open—the soft buzzing of the ceiling fan, and the gentle breeze of Akito’s quiet breaths against the nape of your neck.

This was a rare occurrence. On the weekdays, Akito got up early for school, and on the weekends, he got up early to practice for whatever event was upcoming. For these two reasons, whenever he slept over, he’d always leave as soon as he woke up—not without giving you a wordless kiss on the forehead, and pulling the covers up to rest snuggly beneath your chin, of course.

Somehow, by the will of some god, Toya had convinced Akito to take the Saturday off, telling him that even the hardest of workers needed to take rest days every so often. He’d had an event the night prior, and a particularly taxing school day—so to say he was spent would be an understatement. Your poor, exhausted, sleepy boy.

You were roped back into reality as Akito nuzzled himself further into the nape of your neck, strands of whispy ginger hairs tickling your jaw and cheek. You took a deep breath, gently bringing a hand to scratch lightly at his scalp, and bringing the other to rest on the small of his back.

Typically, Akito preferred that you were the one laying on him, but somehow, you woke up like this quite often. You found it amusing—how he always tried his hardest to be cool and stoic, when in actuality, he really was a big baby. It was endearing, as much as it embarrassed him whenever you brought it up.

In an attempt to get more comfortable, you tried your hardest to wriggle your body into a better position without scooting Akito off of you—quickly prompting a huff and a groan.

“Stop moving...”

“You’re awake?”

“I am now.”

You craned your neck to kiss his forehead, mumbling an apology for waking him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” You whispered, noticing the sun had still yet to rise, as your eyes flickered towards the window. It must’ve been 5 am or earlier.

“Nah, it’s fine.” The ginger sighed, “Why are you even awake this early, anyway?”

“I don’t know, I just randomly woke up.” You yawned, nuzzling your cheek into the crown of his head. “It’s weird that you’re still here, huh?”

He huffed against your skin. “Do you want me to leave?” The boy deadpanned.

You sucked your teeth, your hand stroking his hair slowly. He could be such a shithead when he wanted to be. “Of course not, I’m just saying. I don’t usually get to cuddle you like this in the mornings…”

He chuckled breathily, lazily pecking at the juncture of your neck. “Lucky you, then.”

Akito had a tendency to be more tender than usual in the early morning and late night, his affection at an all time high from 10pm-6am. Perhaps being tired made him clingy—not that you minded whatsoever. It was a welcome habit.

The boy pulled the covers tighter around you both, sighing with content. “I’m goin’ back to sleep,” He muttered against your skin, “It’s not everyday I get a full eight hours.”

“Okay then,” you answered, “Guess I will too.”

Akito leaned upwards to place a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips, scooting closer to you as he rested his head back down once more.

You smiled, embracing his warmth as your arms squeezed him tightly. “I love you.”

Akito shut his eyes, feeling his consciousness slowly leaving him. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too.”

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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.

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