Seeing the lack of arknights Endfield men x reader content and I'm literally begging for more of them but not many writers here seem to be into Arknights Endfield that I could request to
ardashir yearnatron 2000, lmao dude was clearly digging desperately for something with the endministrator it was SO OBVIOUS
also the way he’s so polite and passive-aggressive towards nefarith when she tries to attack us, slightly pissed even, and then simply yeets her out without even a by-word to her lmao
“i knew you would not abandon me” SIR
ARDASHIR WOULD TRY TO PRETEND TO BE A GENTLEMAN BUT HE’D BE SO CLINGY
Ardashir is the guy who's polite to you and everyone
Ardashir is the guy who don't go touchy touchy in public first
Ardashir is the guy who respects your space & his too
Ardashir is the guy who respect your privacy and his too
Ardashir love language is quality time together
When you two get closer...
ardashir is the guy who get very close to your personal space
Ardashir is the guy who starts to get touchy touchy when you two have deep connection a.k.a his tail wrapping you around. Especially your waist/hip in the room. And his hand near to your waist to protect you but won't touch it if you feel uncomfortable or physical affection is not your comfort even if he wanted to
Ardashir is the guy who hugs your back and puts his forehead on your shoulder when he gets overwhelmed/down/tired especially when you two are alone
Ardashir is the guy who put his forehead into your shoulder so he can finally rest/relax and take a break/to breath
Ardashir is the guy who never experienced this kind of stuff so it makes him happy and see what would you surprise him more
Last but not least... angst
Ardashir is the guy who won't tell his needs so you gotta take initiation and be bold too
I wanted to write this with a few alterations to the Arknights: Endfield storyline, so that people who haven't played the game can see just how much potential this character has. Plus, hopefully it convinces you to give the game a shot!
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Ardashir x Endmin!Reader
The scent of the flowers was cloying, a suffocating perfume that seemed to mock the lethargy dragging at your limbs. You were slumped against the earth, the soft petals pressing against your clothes, but you couldn't find the strength to stand.
A shadow fell over you, blotting out the harsh sun. Ardashir stepped into your line of sight. He knelt beside you in the field, his expression a strange, unsettling mixture of pity and predatory fondness.
He reached out, his hand hovering for a heartbeat before his thumb grazed your jawline.
You tried to pull away, straining to tilt your head back, to retreat from his touch, but your limbs remained unresponsive.
You reached for the power within you, pouring every scrap of your remaining vitality into the effort, begging for a surge, a spark to manifest and push him back.
"Don't overwork yourself." He didn't sound like an enemy, his tone dripping with a concern that made your skin crawl. "Your body is already reaching its limit. Why fight a battle that has already been decided?"
He didn't pull his hand away. Instead, he slid his palm against yours, his fingers interlocking firmly with your own.
"Abandon this path," he continued, "The road you are on only leads to oblivion. You have given so much, and for what? Look at what they have left you with."
The gaps in your memory were indeed a constant, aching wound. You knew how much you had lost, how fragile your sense of self had become, but that only made his words more dangerous. You knew enough to know that his "truth" was a weapon, and his "kindness" was merely a cage.
You pulled your hand, though your fingers remained locked with his, unable to break the contact.
"No." you spat out, the word feeling like a blade. Your voice was thin, but it held the weight of iron. "I may be weak right now, but I know who I am, and I know exactly what you are."
You stared him down, refusing to look away even as exhaustion threatened to swallow you whole. "We will definitely stop your plan."
For a fleeting second, his eyes sparked with a dark, quiet amusement. It was a look that didn’t just dismiss your word, it looked down on them, treating your fierce defiance as the adorable, futile struggle of a cornered bird.
He let go of your hand, the sudden loss of his warmth leaving a cold ache in your fingers. He stood up, looking down at you with a soft, condescending smile as he began to dismantle your hope, piece by piece.
"Your team," Ardashir murmured, "The little band of idealists you cling so tightly to? They are nothing but fragile obstacles in a grander design. They cannot save you. They cannot even save themselves."
As he spoke, a brief, bitter flash of something raw and ugly crossed his features - a subtle, sharp twist of jealousy. He hated that they held the spaces in your mind that he wanted to claim. He hated that, even in your hollowed-out state, your loyalty belonged to them and not to him.
But the bitterness vanished as quickly as it had appeared, replaced once more by that stifling, gentle mask. He slowly lifted your hand, leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.
"Until we meet again.."
And then, he was gone.
The lethargy evaporated. Your limbs grew light, your strength rushing back into your veins in a sudden, overwhelming torrent. You could move.
Instantly, you scrambled backward, lifting your hand and fiercely wiping the back of it against your sleeve.
"Endministrator!"
The panicked voice shattered the silence of the field. Perlica burst through the flowers, the rest of the team close behind her. They rushed to your side, hands hovering over you, checking for wounds. But as they took in your frantic state and the way you were aggressively scrubbing the back of your hand against your clothes, their worried expressions morphed into utter confusion.
"Are you hurt?"
You lowered your arm. "It's nothing." you said, your voice firming up as you stood up on your own two feet, brushing the dirt and petals from your clothes. "We have a mission to do. Let's move."
They still looked highly skeptical, reluctantly, they nodded, falling into formation and focusing back on the task at hand.
As you walked among them, your mind was miles away. You knew, with absolute certainty, that your paths would cross again. He wouldn't stay away, and neither would you. But next time, things would be different.
Until that day came, you would do whatever it took to recover your full power.
Could you possibly write a ardashir x reader👉👈 where it's like the reader is a yearner for ardashir but is very aware that ardashir yearns for the endministrator so she's pretty contented with just being by his side but then maybe something happens??? Like without thinking he gets super protective or possesive over reader but he's not aware of it yet🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
A KIND OF LOVE
The cutest prompt I've received. I love this.
Ardashir x gn! reader (fluff for the most part, barely angst)
Short fic
He's unaware of how much you love him, and for such an observant person, you were surprised he didn't catch on to that. It's not like you were being obvious about your feelings, but... you were kinda hoping it at least crossed his mind so you wouldn't have to spell it out for him.
The things he does for you? It makes your heart hurt even more, is he just playing with your feelings? You wouldn't put it past him if that was the case.
But, then again, he seemed like he cared. His words were filled with love.
"You look like this flower." Tucking the freshly plucked plant behind your ear.
So was he truly unaware?
"Why didn't you tell me you were going to see endmin? I want to go with you next time."
You know he doesnt dislike you.
Actually, that's what makes it hurt.
He'd insist on accompanying you during dangerous operations with some practical excuse that sounds reasonable until it happens for the tenth time.
He clearly cares.
He remembers things you say.
"I know you get cold this time of year, so take my jacket. Please."
If somebody jokingly flirts with you, he'd feel irritation immediately and then spend the next hour trying to figure out why he was being irrational.
He worries. He seeks you out. He trusts you so much.
.
But then the Endministrator walks into the room, and you sees that look in his eyes. The one that makes it obvious where his heart naturally drifts.
So you settles into being his companion, his confidant, the person who stays beside him through everything.
Maybe it was you who needed to learn the look in his eyes.
Because his body does drift to edmin, his eyes do stay focused on them. But, it's the almost the same when looking at you.
He looks deeper into your eyes, his body drifts a closer to you.
Sure he looks at endmin with admiration, but he looks at you with lidded eyes, passion.
And Ardashir, completely oblivious, keeps growing more protective until other people start noticing before he does. Even before you do it seems.
You thought you had it all figured out, turns out feelings are a lot more complicated than that.
He feels the need to protect you, it was something he knew was love. But, why do you look at him like that? Why do you look at him differently then the other people you've said you love?... Is there different kinds of love?
It clicks.
loneliness follows Ardashir wherever he goes. a shadow he refuses to acknowledge. But you were there, a companion that made him smile. Maybe a little harder than you both realized.
That flower, still tucked behind your ear, the strands of your hair still laying behind your ear the way his fingers made them sit. Then he moved closer, touching a petal.
"Ardashir, are you listening?"
Then drifting to the stem.
"Ardashir...?"
His hand was cupping your ear now. Finally parting his lips to speak.
"Sorry, the next stop right?"
You lost your train of thought, you knew he wasnt listening so why bother continuing. Your just staring at him now to see what he was planning.
He freezes before his lips are on yours.
Why does he want to do this so bad? Your lips are so nice. Would any others' lips feel this good? No, that doesn't feel right. He doesn't care what others feel like. He wants to gently press his lips on yours, so lightly it's barely considered a kis.
.
"Ardasher-"
He pulled away. "Ahh... I'm sorry I don't know what came over me." Then a scoff, he looked back at your face. "'Bout time." A silence, "what?" You reached to grab his hand that was slipping from your ear. "You kept me waiting."
