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[hearts4namra]

okay this is more recent but i wrote it pre-gekko release based off leaks because i was excited to write a spanish speaking reader :3 don’t mind if it seems rushed or if gekko is a bit ooc. i only went back in to fill in the names of wingman and mateo.

fluff/minor character death (they’re watching all of us are dead)

SOMEONE TEACH ME HOW TO ADD A CONTINUE READING BAR 😭😭

there wasn’t much to do around the headquarters today.

usually you spent your time helping the tinkerers with their inventions, slaving away over killjoys lab table or convincing cypher to let you into his own so you could get a peek at his tech. today was a break day, however, and while you doubted it stopped anyone from working, you were pretty down to sit in your room and chill the whole day.

you blew up neons phone for a bit but came to the conclusion she was sleeping in, and eventually settled for watching youtube on your phone until you got the energy to get up and queue some league with the girls. (kj and raze, of course.) however your lazy plans were thwarted by a knock at your door, you groaned at the prospect of putting on pants and called to the door, praying it was someone you could remain indecent in-front of.

“who is it?”

“delivery-man!”

you smiled softly at the sound of mateos voice, beckoning him into the room.

“come in, then! why’d you even knock?” he opened the door and raised a teasing eyebrow at you. “you got something going on with the delivery man?” he closed it behind wings, who waddled in with a few quacks as he carried two takeout trays above his head. “how can i not? i mean, look at you.” you squeezed his cheeks and he chuckled, pulling your hands away and dragging you into sitting up. “come on, let’s eat.” you yawned and stood, ignoring the tint of his face as he realized you had no pants on. you dragged him over to the couch with you and wingman hopped onto the arm of it, planting the takeout into your lap and leaning against you in favor of his owner. he received a glare in response, to which you snickered and pat wings on the head.

you passed the box on top to mateo and put yours down in your lap, sitting criss cross as he searched around for the remote. you reached in-between the couch cushions and passed it to him before patting the open space between you two. “you know i don’t bite~” he scooted closer and turned on the tv. “mentirosilla..” you snickered and popped the styrofoam box open. gasping in excitement. “empanadas! thank you, teo.” you turned to face him and he met your eyes, planting a peck on your lips as he grinned. “of course, hermosa. they’re from that chilean place you liked.” you leaned against him and pulled the empanada apart to start eating. “you’re the best.. what are we gonna watch? you brought the food, so you pick.” he leaned his head on top of yours and opened netflix.

“what about that k-drama you wanted to watch?”

“well, then it doesn’t count as you picking.”

he pinched your thigh and you swatted his hand.

“burro.. fine.”

he laughed softly and rubbed the place he pinched.

“don’t be like that, i want to watch it because you suggested it. what was it called?”

“it’s in my list, there.”

you pointed and he played the show as you finally started eating. a few episodes passed and you nearly cried only two episodes in, then a particularly sad scene played where one of your favorites died. he avoided looking at you as he felt his nose grow stuffy, tears welling in his eyes.

don’t cry in front of her, that’s embarrassing..

but when he finally spared you a glance, he noticed your hand pressed against your lips as tears streamed down your face. the main character led his infected friend out the window and you blinked, more tears falling.

“duuuddee, what the fuck??”

you complained, clearly unashamed of your tears. the episode ended and you stared at the screen astonished before looking up at him. “did you cry? this shit has me fucked up, no way you’re this stone cold.” he shook his head, smiling softly at your demeanor. it was a stupid thought, to think you’d find him uncool for crying. he should remember how cool you actually are. “yeah, i cried.” you shook your head and faced the screen as the next episode began.

“he was literally just like you i’m so pissed. he should’ve been endgame, fuck this show.” he smirked and pointed at a girl in the show crying, who had been particularly useless the entire time. “she reminds me of you.” you smacked his arm and pushed off of him, waking up poor wingman who cuddled into your side. “mentiroso! that’s not even funny, fuck you!” he laughed and rubbed his arm dramatically. “i’m kidding, i’m kidding. you’re more like the class prez.”

“i am not that cool, but yeah i see it.” you nudged his arm with a teasing look. “hey, she’s hot right?” he blushed and pushed you playfully. “don’t ask me that!” you snickered and grabbed his arm, holding it in yours. “hey man, it’s fiiine, no harm in calling a pretty girl pretty.” he rolled his eyes. “she’s.. come se dice, bonita. not hermosa, though.” you turned to look up at him. “i think she’s hermosa.”

he shook his head, looking back at you.

“no, that’s you.” you blushed and pinched his arm softly. “ay! jesus..” you pecked his lips and turned to face the tv again.

“hey, i think we need to go back.”

he turned to face the tv as well, noticing now that two of the cast members were completely missing from the room and people were crying again.

“oh shit, we talked through like ten minutes of that..”

[hearts4namra]

ok i like this one better but its also old and bad so ._. fluff

"hello, general!" you greeted, a gentle smile written across your face. he always wondered how you could shoulder the burden of being a killing machine, a god of calamity, and still greet every living being with a kind smile and polite tone. he imagined that the will of a god was strong, but yours was unlike any other.

"..hello, (name)." he returned the greeting in a more solemn tone, his gaze focused on the view of the setting sun over the golden rigid-rolling mountain scape of liyue. you plopped down beside him with little regard for personal space, not that it bothered him. your presence alone brought a sense of ease to his soul, and when in your proximity he couldn't feel the burdens of dead gods hanging off his shoulders. he almost thought you may have been the god of it, karma. it would make sense enough to him. he resisted the urge to lean into your figure for the relief you brought his tired body.

"it's not often i find where you've run off to, i think today's a lucky day!" you smile, passing a box to him with a pair of chopsticks sitting on top. he opened the box partially and you could see the flecks of excitement flash through his golden eyes like a kaleidoscope of colors.

it was something you often saw from him, and it led you in. something about the way you perceived the adepti, maybe it was even because of your similar upbringing, but you could see the color of every emotion they felt swim through their colorful iris.

he munched happily on the tofu you had brought him while you watched the sky, sun having long past. you stretched your arms and kept your eyes on the sky, whining with your stretch and laying against xiao's side. his body emitting an unfamiliar warmth as the smell of pine trees invaded your nose.

you smacked alatus' shoulder with urgency, pointing to the dual shooting stars that danced through the sky just ahead, this time he noticed your gaze quickly shift from the stars that he watched intensely, a spark of.. something in his chest at the sight before him.

the colors of his eyes exploded, the overbearing gold that usually stilled and dully stared swam with color and awe, the tiniest ghost of a fond smile stretching across his lips. you stared unabashedly. he was just gorgeous. unlike anything you had ever seen before, and it was one of those rare moments where he didnt seem to notice your loving gaze. or maybe, possibly, he just didn't mind it.

"why are you staring at me.."

you clicked your tongue

"jinxed it." you whispered, reaching out to his face and cupping his cheek in your hand. "i just think your pretty! is that a crime?" his face bloomed with color, a dull pink sparkling in the depths of his eyes. "i guess not." you rolled your eyes and leaned back against him. his brain only just registering that was the second time you had done that.

being around you was like he was forcibly relaxed. the years of karmic debt almost gave him an edge on the battlefield. it kept him focused and constantly acutely aware of what's going on around him. when you're around, that gets a little harder. he finds himself easier to sneak up on in your presence, and while that scares him, being by your side he has never felt safer than ever. not because you're a god or because you've slain many foes stronger than he himself, but simply because you're you.

xiao, general alatus. he really likes you, for you.

isn't that sweet?

[hearts4namra]

another old one and i actually HATE IT RAAGGH hurt/comfort

you pressed a hand to the bleeding wound on your shoulder, looking at the red and black residue from the blood and poison, whats worse, a chunk of flesh missing from the skin. you could only imagine xiao's reaction, but you had no where else to go. childe was home in schneznya and zhongli showed up when he deemed it relevant. you werent even sure whether or not the man was homeless.

maybe you should ask him about that.

upon entering the elevator, you sunk to the floor for the ride up, the reverberating ache that pressed through your arm and neck was starting to get to you. so much so, you hadnt realized the elevator made it to the top and almost stayed on it going back down. you picked up the pace and rushed up to the roof as quickly as you could, the pace and discomfort radiating from your body immediately calling his attention. he materialized in front of you with a pout.

"it's late, where did you-" xiao was the last person to lose his temper, he may seem angry but he's just reserved and anger is a foreign emotion to him. he grabbed your forearm in a vice grip, vision stained red. "who did this, why didn't you call me?" it was hard to calm down when you lazily leaned against him and sighed with heavy relief. "i-i don't know. i didn't even think about that, i-i can't think at all, xiao, it hurts." the anger was replaced with what he thought might've been his soul cracking at your fearful voice and watery eyes. he released you and wrapped a comforting arm around your waist. "i know, i know."

tears welled in your eyes as you nuzzled your head against his shoulder, posture like a dog with its tail hung between its legs. "i didn't know i could even feel pain. i don't even know if this is what pain is like." you winced. "i want to sleep. can we sleep?" xiao frowned reflexively and lifted a hand to your cheek. "no, i have to take care of your wound. did they make it out alive?" you rolled your eyes and sat down, offering your arm as he began his shabby first aid work. it reminded you of when you would bandage his wounds after fights during the archon war.

"no, i wasn't gonna take this shit lying down. i made him drink the poison he used." even for xiao, that was a little dark. when he tied the bandages into a sweet little bow he smiled a tiny bit, picking you up and carrying you to the bed he never used to use. you laid down on your good shoulder and sighed, melting into the blankets as he climbed in the other side and wrapped his arms around you protectively.

"could i ask, that you stay here a while? i know you can defend yourself, but it would make me feel better." you traced your fingers over his cheek and rested your thumb on the mark on his forehead that came alongside the name xiao. "how could i refuse, when you ask so sweetly? of course i'll stay, alatus. however long you could ever want. id do anything to be around you." he smiled ever so slightly and rolled his eyes. "don't overdo it, you're a walking hazard and nice words wont keep you from coming back to me like this again." you sighed fondly at his touching concern and closed your eyes. "call me next time. that's not a request."

and he feared it fell on deaf ears, as you were already cuddled up to his chest under his protective gaze with your chest rising and falling in rhythm.

[hearts4namra]

another oldie im sorry :( cute fluff

you rubbed your eyes in an exhausted manner. you see, the thing you never hear about the protocol is the amount of reconnaissance the eyes of the group do. not a day goes by where you attend work and aren't creepily stalking through some randoms civilians instagram page because they've been seen associated with a target. and now that they have a duelist who can seek out information, you can never catch a break from all the solo search and destroy missions brimstone sends you on.

the man told you in confidence that he knew you were the best agent for the job, and that he trusts you in this lone wolf- sort of- position he's assigned you to, and when someone does such a genuine thing, it's hard to say no. especially when the man has a standard golden retriever dad personality, and is your best friends father figure.

still, it doesn't take any stress of your shoulder's knowing its just you out there.

of course, cypher noticed. he always does. it's hard not to, when every night he retires to his room to find you sound asleep- still in your usually bloody clothes from taking down another target. him usually being the one to change your clothes and clean you up a little.

he must've been pretty lost in thought, because when he remembered he had been doing something, he was already at your office door. quietly opening the door, since everything he does is quiet. he watched as you leaned back in your chair and yawned harshly, spinning your chair back and forth for a second before stretching and going back to your computer. he smiled at your antics fondly.

suddenly, your ear twitched faintly and your eyes raised to meet his. "hey there, stalker."

"damnit! you always know." he grumbled, you grinned softly and tilted your head. "it's never gonna work, aamir. i’ll catch you every time." he waved you off, knowing one day he'd find a way to catch you off guard. you only then noticed the two cups of coffee in his hands, you raised an eyebrow and he rolled his eyes (or at least, you think he did. his mask was on.) pulling a chair up to the other side of your desk. you moved your monitor so you could sit across from him with ease. he slid the coffee over to you and you started reading the label reflexively.

(ur usual coffee order)

you raised an eyebrow at the list of ingredients and smiled softly, reaching over the table, you cupped his face with your hands and rested your elbows on the table. the tips of his ears and cheeks flushed red as you placed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. he put a gloved hand up and over your lips, turning to look away bashfully. you giggled into his hand at the action, moving from holding his face to just holding the hand against your face.

"you're awesome, i was killing for some caffeine." you casually complimented. an abnormally sincere expression appeared on his face as he grabbed your hands and held them both in his. "i worry about you lately, (name)." you sighed as he repositioned his hands and held your face, he gently ran his thumbs under your restless eyes. you closed your eyes and relaxed into his hands. he began to rub slow circles over your temples.

"this line of work is so stressfullll!" you whined, holding the cup of coffee and feeling the warmth spread through your hands. cypher only laughed lightly at you, "its not like you have much of a choice, do you?" he asked, the question sincere, but his tone clearly indicated he was teasing. "no, not when i can walk on walls i guess." you replied defeatedly.

"hey aamir?" you asked, slowly drinking the coffee he brought. you watched the blue pupils of his mask morph into different shapes before finally adjusting as hexagons on you. "how did you find out what kind of coffee i like? we've never gotten it together before." a bit of coffee spits out of his mouth as he slapped a hand over it. his cheeks flushing red as his eyes darted to the left, his mask lifted just enough to drink (and also see the bottom of his cute pink cheeks). you could tell from his demeanor and body language he mustve been embarrassed. he hated that you knew, the growing grin on your face only confirming it further. you rolled your eyes.

"stalking me again! you really are obsessed, aren't you?"

you spent the rest of your breaktime having coffee with aamir, and when it came time for him to go you quickly finished your work, hoping you'd see him later that day. (you definitely would :))

[hearts4namra]

angst/comfort. idk why the end is spaced out like that but i cant fix it soo.. also this is an extremeeely old draft so im sorry if its bad :’)

"shit.." you caved onto one knee, blood pooling onto the ground from the cracks between the knife wound. you thought he had died, but earth 2’s yoru managed to lodge his whole knife straight through your ankle, the sharp end coming out the other side. your brain buzzed as you could barely feel the pain through all the adrenaline. you noticed yourself moving slower, dragging your now useless leg on the ground. there was two of jett's knives lodged in your shoulder, who was put down by you before she could retrieve them. along with an upsetting array of bullet wounds in different parts.

you leaned forward behind some cover and propped yourself against it. safe enough away from the site to not be hit by the spike, or be found by any copies. you tucked yourself into the corner of a showers and waited. pulling one leg to your chest since the other hurt too bad.

"(name), i can't see your location on site. where are you?" you moved slowly and sluggishly, putting a finger to your earpiece to activate the system. "i'm down a-site. just a stab wound, needed to stop and keep pressure on it." you lied through your teeth, holding your bloody side as you sucked a breath through your teeth. "i'll be on my way when this is taken care of, y/n." cypher assured, as sage volunteered to follow after him during clean up. you weakly smiled and waited patiently for your friends. barely keeping it together as your friends carried. you sleepily laid your head against the wall, half lidded eyes so tired but still fighting to stay open. in the distance you could vaguely hear the spike go off, as well as the click of a camera. you smiled 'cypher's cam must be here.'

aamir, true to his word left as soon as the mission ended for a showers. sage staying behind to help before following him later.

"my dear, are you alright?" cypher asked as he leaned down to cup your face, he felt himself freeze in terror for a moment. your face was paler than usual, there was a streak of blood under your nose as well as red bubbling from your lips, head leaning against the wall in exhaustion from fighting the urge to sleep. one leg straight against the floor with a knife still currently in it. two knives in your arm and a bullet wound in your stomach, other arm, and upper thigh. "oh no, please" he muttered weakly as he fell unto his knees and grabbed your face. your eyes were empty and distant, but when they landed on him they filled with warmth. you smiled at him, and for once he resented that smile. he never wanted to see blood pour from your face as you weakly tensed your muscles to smile for him. he was 12 different emotions right now, but the strongest one was fear. he gently tucked his arms under your knees and supported your upper half by your shoulders, forcefully wrapping your arm around his neck, to which you got the hint and held on tighter, breathing in deep despite the sharp aching in your lungs as he pulled you close to him. you didnt hear much after that, sometimes noise would filter through but other times it was just silent. cypher frantically called for sage to meet him halfway and started to carry you back to b site, she used her healing orb on you and then everyone moved to the dropship. then sage worked on the injuries her power couldn't heal. by the time you all landed back on base, she had removed all the knives and bullets and completely bandaged everything, she gave you one last healing orb before waking you up and sending you off. cypher was the first to greet you, silently taking hold of your arm and dragging you back to his room. when you got there, he ripped the mask off his face as if it had been suffocating him and grabbed you so gently by your face. you stared up at him with red cheeks as he examined your every feature, almost as if checking to make sure sage did everything right. he couldn't fight the tears surfacing in his eyes as you saw them and grabbed his face too. "oh, no, no. aamir, don't cry. it's alright." you reassured as you brushed your thumbs over his cheeks in the most tender way possible. his brows furrowed almost angrily. "why didn't you tell anyone when it happened." you smiled sadly and opened your mouth to explain but he let go of your face and wrapped his arms around your stomach and buried his face into your shoulder. tears flowing freely down his face as you gently stroked his hair. "they needed your eyes." you answered shortly, "and so did you, little bird." you frowned as his grip on you tightened ever so slightly. "you have to understand. i can't let this happen again. i need to protect you. please just promise no matter what, to let me help you." you blinked and smiled warmly, with a twinge of guilt.

"in our line of work, its hard to promise things like that." you trailed off, grabbing his hand gently and moving it so you could lock pinkies with him. "but for you, aamir, i will try."

[hearts4namra]

hi everyone!! 👋

i was interested in starting a blog because i like writing but i struggle to come up with concepts to write about. i’ll take just about any request given to me so long as its for any fandom in my description.

i know i won’t be getting any for a while, but i wanted to go ahead and post the guidelines for my requests just so people know what they’re getting into here.

i will write:

fluff, angst, gore, head-canons, any gendered reader, spanish translations for those who ask, this is all off the top of my head and will be updated as i go on.

i wont write:

character x oc, non-con, ageplay, sa, anything of the sort. most controversial things i have no interest in writing and won’t tolerate being asked. nothing wrong with character x oc obviously, just not my thing.

i write for:

genshin, valorant, overwatch, all of us are dead, ajin, skyrim (?? if anyone still reads skyrim fics), alice in borderland, etc. if something you like isn’t here, feel free to ask because i am in a wide scope of fandoms.

disclaimer:

i will always write in lowercase so if that irritates you i’m sorry, i just have automatic uppercasing off on my phone. i will only really write x readers because i like when things apply to everyone. i will stray away from the term (y/n) but i am a wattpad writer so bear with me.

anything posted on here today will be old drafts that i never put anywhere before! so if they’re a little bad, don’t mind them. the only recent thing written will be my most recent post.

enjoy reading :3