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
Pet names I think some of the characters from Endfield would call their partners
Catcher
I have a feeling he’d often use more Spanish petnames, like dulzura (sweetness), cariño (dear), corazón (heart), or Tesoro (treasure). He prefers names in his native language, he finds them more personal and natural to him.
If he’s been away from his partner for a longer time, he might throw in a possessive “mi” in there. Not because he’s jealous or doesn’t trust his partner, but because he likes the emotional connection of affirming your partnership. He just likes feeling close, especially if he’s been gone a while.
Wulfgard
He doesn’t feel the type to use very many petnames, but if he did, he might use ones in Italian a lot like how catcher uses petnames in Spanish. Cucciola/cucciolo is puppy/cub, but means more along the lines of honey/sweetheart. He also seems the type to use caro mio/cara mio, meaning dear. Very rarely, he might call you la mia luna, meaning my moon.
He’s more likely to just call you by your name or a nickname you tell him you like. He finds intimacy in identity. He just loves your name.
Antal
He tends to come up with really weird or out there pet names. He called you “firebuckle” once, completely straight faced and people couldn’t figure out if it was one of his attempts at a bad joke at first. Glowbug is one he uses a good bit, and if you asked why, it’s “because you’re bright and eye catching.”
It’s not that he’s completely avoidant of more traditional pet names, but he’s always been one to experiment and try to draw reactions out of people. If you seem to like one of his more out there ones, he mentally bookmarks it and it joins the rotation.
He does like my dear a lot. And dove, he has an entire detailed explanation as to why, but it can be simplified to him finding you to be a source of peace and comfort, like doves are in imagery.
Pogranichnik
He uses very traditional pet names. For him, there’s elegance in the simple my love, my dear, my heart, beloved, darling, and dearest. He demands the utmost respect for you from himself and those around him, and he will not dare let himself refer to you with anything less than devotion.
He’s just as likely to use a more regal Russian pet names. One he’s found particular fondness of is zólotse, meaning my gold. He also finds umnitsa one of his more common ones, meaning clever. Lyubov moya (my love) and zvezda moya (my star) are also ones he’s used. Very elegant, classic, and gentle.
Fluorite
She likes more basic ones like babe, baby, cutie, hot stuff, doll, and sweetheart. But her favorite is hun. She couldn’t really tell you why, she just likes the way it rolls off the tongue. Plus, “it’s sweet like you, so it works.” She’s not someone who sees a point in needlessly complicating something as basic as terms of endearment. It’s just not that deep to her.
She calls you “mine” though sometimes. She likes feeling like she truly gets to have things, and so you being with her matters a lot. She takes pride in that and likes to remind you of your relationship.
Arclight
For her, pet names are a bit weird. She’s more used to code names and the Hannabit Circuit tends to call members by their title and name, like Aldertone Orisha. At Endfield, its operator code names, like Perlica. She’s not used to calling people petnames, so it’s nothing personal if she doesn’t use them for a good bit. She might start calling you love or beloved, since to her they’re a bit like a title or rank.
It takes her a while to get comfortable even with that, but as she slowly gets more used to petnames and similar, she might tear out ones like my song or my muse. She’s still likely going to call you by your name, since she just prefers names, but one she’s found that she likes is my tempo. It’s a little more out there, but to her you are the steady beat guiding her steps and song.
been waiting for this game for almost 4 years and of COURSE i've been playing it everyday... i've been struggling to figure out what to write, so i figured this would be a nice warm up~ im happy to be back writing!! so much has changed since the little hiatus i took, and if you've been reading my stuff for a while, you'll probably find out later in other authors notes, or fics in general :3
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pogranichnik
Khorsyn strikes me as a very polite fella. The kind of guy who obeys the sidewalk rule (though is kind of unaware of what it is), insists on opening doors for you, just cliche stuff, really.
I do think he wouldn't exactly be the best at showing affection openly. given the fact that he is a commander, he is more well versed in the art of combat rather than the language of romance. that does not mean he doesn't try, however.
that being said, it's more about little things with him. quiet moments after combat, finding respite in a quiet corner on dijiang. i feel like he's kind of a gift giver, small things, tokens of his travels and victories. he wants you to keep something of him when he cannot be present all the time.
when he can stay by your side, even for a day or two, it is often spent quietly, tranquil moments in his arms, the feeling of his chest rising and falling, the sound of his heartbeat. it is not often he gets such breaks, but he cherishes them, all the same.
pda barely exists to him. not out of stubbornness or embarrassment, but because he is far more used to camaraderie rather than intimacy. he wants to make the distinction between you and his guards, and yet, he has a harder time than he expected with it.
he does make attempts, of course. a hand on the small of your back while you two walk, his hand brushing yours occasionally, perhaps even linking pinkies, and every once in a while, he will tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and trail the backs of his fingers down your cheek if he is feeling particularly romantic.
if he is gone far longer than he intends, then expect letters every month. sometimes twice a month if he finds himself yearning particularly hard. he wants you to know that he is okay, but more over, there is something he loves about writing to you, specifically. he barely details his missions, but rather, includes the boring, mundane aspects of his days, his weeks. it is comforting to him. when you write back, he is always overjoyed. he loves to hear from you, too. to hear about all the boring rabble of your life, who you've met while he was gone, there's something in it that puts him at peace. he keeps a folder of all your letters by his bunk, your handwriting a reminder of why he must keep pushing forward.
over all, Khorsyn's love is quiet but meaningful. even when he is doing things out of his comfort zone, he doesn't hesitate. he is methodical, and even with how inexperienced he may be with intimacy, he makes sure you understand just how much you mean to him. he is far better with words than actions when it comes to you.
wulfgard
on the surface, people may think wulfgard is a stubborn, touchless lover who probably got dragged into a relationship. those who are closer to him would understand that he's actually just... shy. and you understand that he is just a lovestruck puppy who is afraid of messing things up.
he worries too much. far too much. two things specifically eat at him; one, he is an LB. two, he is infected. The Pack may be seen in a better light than most Land Breakers, yet the designation still remains. not a lot of people view them in a positive light, after all. And while the view on the infected and oripathy has changed, there is still always concerns that linger. even with a more accessible cure, he still wonders what will happen if he gets you sick as well?
you, however, could care less. he shies away from touch when you reach out to him, yet you can always catch a glimmer of want in his eyes. so, you persist. you hold him as often as you can, a hug here, a hug there. you reach for his hand when you two walk, and you always, always squeeze.
he accepts it, but he is always flustered about it. he closes his eyes, sighs, and blushes. but he never says anything about it, he never refuses. in fact, he steps a little closer, he holds you tightly, he squeezes your hand back, and he melts into you. sometimes, if you peak over his shoulder, you can catch his tail wagging. but, you never say anything.
in the rare moments you find alone with him, he is just a little more confident in touching you. he is warm, and you are unsure if it is because of his lupo heritage, his oripathy, or if he is simply flustered. either or, he quite likes to cuddle. as long as you don't call it that. the word feels childish to him, but the action means so much more than you know.
he likes keeping you close, of course. it means he can keep you safe. if you are out on Talos-II, he only trusts himself to keep you safe. he will refuse anyone else who offers to stand with you. it must be him. it's not just about protecting you, however. it's also about showing you around. he wants to share his favorite places with you, away from all of endfield's tech and the machinery. one day, he thinks, he will show you the wildlands proper.
not just that, the hunt itself means a lot to him. if possible, he'd like you to hunt with him. he believes it is more meaningful to catch something together rather than to simply hand you something from his travels (though, he still loves giving you gifts. he is always thinking of you...)
Catello wants to be the best for you, he does. sometimes, he lets that get in his way, and he forgets the quiet moments. but you are there to ground him. to hold him close and never let go, to soothe his frayed nerves, and to remind him that a moment of respite is not detrimental. He always finds himself softening in your arms, winding down, allowing himself to breathe.
my fellow arknights: endfield fans.... I will be writing for endfield as soon as I get my damn factories set up properly and I'm not in the trenches fighting bosses.
pray for me bc these factories will be the end of me.
Note. This idea was inspired by one of my good readers (@grapegirlpoland, arigatou (￣▽￣)ノ
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One of Wulfgard’s files mentions he’s not particularly well liked by the tech and arsenal department. He’s not shy about modding his equipment and weaponry, right in front of the designers with a simple “it works better this way.”
So imagine him with a member of the tech department, someone who sees his particular nature about his equipment, and isn’t bothered by it. They welcome the criticism, the way he’s not shy about issues and is smart enough to offer his own insight to the design. They’d rather he do it where they can observe, provide proper tools and ask what he’s doing than out in the field, where a malfunction could cost a life.
A tech with a sense of responsibility to make things perfect, to adjust and learn and grow to those assigned to them and gain the respect of the operators who depend on their work. If he’s fixing it at their workbench, they can make notes in the file about his mods, and maybe learn something from him.
Wulfgard seeing most in the arsenal avoid him, dislike him, even outright refusing to work with him. And then this one tech who pulls him over to their workbench, showing off blueprints and diagrams and 3d models of new weapons and asking for his input. What he would adjust, where he might see a potential issue and his advice on fixing it. And he remembers them- somewhat at least. The tech that watched with interest at the way he worked, handing tools without being asked. The one who just asked why it worked better, felt better, to do it his way, and gave a nod as they wrote it down.
They take notes, writing down his personal preferences on his equipment, wanting to perfect a design for him he’d take to the field one day and be able to rely on it. The pride of knowing he could trust in both their design and them.
Imagine talking with Wulfgard, watching footage, and going into the field with him on low-stakes missions to improve his equipment. Wulfgard says it’s not easy to work with others for him. He knows his rough edges, and he already tries to work on them but doubly so for his tech.
Imagine the protective nature he’d take. How he’d probably try to keep them out of combat, shield them, and keep an eye to make sure they don’t get hurt while out, even if it’s as simple as making sure they don’t trip on a tree root. He’s extra careful with other LBs, not wanting to paint a target on their back for being associated with someone so notable in The Pack. Betrayal and underhanded tactics find a home in Talos II. He’d rather not see those he cares about suffer like he’s had to.
Imagine Rossi, finding out her big brother is soft for a specific tech in the Hub. How she’d tease him when he’s home about his new friend. But she’d also be interested in the tech who’s caught her big brother’s eye. After all, it’s her big brother, the one she looks up to probably the most (alongside the Endmin), and he’s not exactly home much or open with talking often. And she wants to learn about her brother and his friend. So she sneaks away from for a bit to try and meet them, and even she can’t help but like them.
They treat her… well, like the child she is, giving her the freedom and comfort she yearns for, but treating her like someone capable. Like she isn’t a helpless babe so many of the older operators do that annoys her. But who also sneaks her extra snacks and mends her hood when it gets torn out on a mission. She tells them to treat her big brother right, telling them The Pack is not one to let things go unpunished.
Wulfgard getting updates about Rossi from their tech, staying up to date on her latest escapades. He goes to their tech to ask for gift ideas, learning about his sister’s hobbies and trying to be present despite the distance that lingers between them.
Or when his Oripathy acts up. Even with suppressants, there is still the possibility of a flare-up if he’s been pushing it too much, or if it’s been just a little too long between doses. He didn’t have an extra shot for when he was out in the field last time, it wasn’t supposed to take as long as it did. And his tech forcing him to take a break, making him lay down for a bit as they bring him some food and water. And if they do the same? He’s just as likely to scold them back (sometimes he really does prove he’s an older sibling with those lectures).
Imagine the anxiety the two felt knowing their tech was at the Hub during the Ankhor Fall. Is their tech okay? Are they hurt? What happened to them? And the sigh of relief as comms in Valley IV get back online and they can finally reach them, taking a sigh of relief knowing they’re okay.
And if the tech complains the Ankhor messed up their lab, or some tools got damaged? Rossi had some extra pocket money and Wulfgard has never been one to really spend his T-creds much on himself, he never sees much point to beyond quality equipment. Talking the Luppinos out of buying them new tools is a task. Rossi is much more likely to ask questions and argue. Wulfgard is way more likely to buy it anyways without even asking. They’d still probably end up with a new set of precision tools anyways. Sometimes they randomly end up with a multipurpose tool or pocket knife they know they didn’t have before. Rossi might blush if confronted, saying she just wanted to and stop making a big deal of it, it’s nothing really, she just happened to be shopping for stuff anyways. Wulfgard shrugs and calls it even for recalibrating his hand cannon again. But if they thank him, his ear might twitch a little too obviously. He’s lucky he doesn’t blush easily.
Imagine both siblings developing a soft spot for the tech. The Pack respects them. I don’t know. I like wulfgard and the tech he didn’t want.
Kind of OOC, but this has been floating in my drafts for a bit and honestly, I just wanted to write. Enjoy. Attempts were made.
Ever since Neferith, the Bone Krushers have gotten far too bold. They should not be nearly as active as they are. Wulfgard was not usually this busy, an it was starting to irk him more than he’d admit.
Dealing with the conflicts of the clans, acting as an intermediary between Endfield and the Pack, it took up a majority of his time these days. And that’s how he ended up here, clearing yet another camp of buggers thinking themselves stronger than the slop they were.
How many times has he cleared this road again? How many denstacks has he had to destroy in Valley IV? At this point, his patience was wearing thin. His off-days hadn’t been aligned with yours for weeks now, and taking a look at your schedule that was a trend only bound to continue much to his disappointment.
Catello would never hold it against you, the lack of time spent together. You were both busy individuals, there was little getting around it. But even he wasn’t completely immune to longing. Maybe that’s why when he came home and you weren’t there, he found himself lingering in shared spaces, just trying to soak in what left of your scent in his home and let it fill his head until nothing but a shade of you was left. Maybe that’s why his photos app was left open in the background, pulled up to an image of you, his blankets piled on top of your peacefully sleeping form.
He wasn’t immune to longing.
Beating up a handful of LBs wasn’t hard. He was always fast, dealt with them before they really knew what was happening. Only one had caused any issues, a hulking mass of dumb muscle that took a couple of more frags than he’d thought. Thankfully, it hadn’t managed too many hits on him back. The cut on his cheek and bruising along his shoulder was manageable.
Most everything he’d already gotten a good look at before he took out the trash, but it was always best to check again. Too many times they’d thought they were safe, only to end up with permanent scars as a harsh reminder. His own back ached in remembrance.
You’d always trace the lines carved into his skin, bored fingers making new patterns that took all his attention. He wanted to feel them again, the way you’d knead at tightened muscles that left him sore but relaxed. A routine you’d made that had been so long unrepeated. Could he even truly rest if you weren’t there, a warm presence right next to him?
A scan of reported stillness, the only movement from a flickering fire barely still alive. A shovelful of dirt was all it took to smother the remaining cinders.
He stepped over the bodies, quickly finding the denstack they’d been trying to build up. They hadn’t yet managed to fully get it constructed, making it fairly easy to break down with a single explosive. And the scrap metal and tarps they’d been dragging around to try and make some quick shelters were just as easy to get through. They never had the foresight to gather much in the way of materials, and even less in actual plans for design, making everything a fragile tangle of materials at best. Made his job easier, but it was something the other clans took clear note of.
Just what exactly did Neferith plan for them? The most they offered was blind devotion and drugged delusions. Catello sighed. He could figure out more later. As it stood, his limbs felt heavy with exhaustion, and his mind wasn’t far behind. He couldn’t wait until this mission was over just to collapse in your shared space. Just a fragment of you would ease him.
He heard a rattling sound that shouldn’t be there, his weapon drawing from his holster on instinct. The building, the one that scanner and his initial search had deemed not too big a concern. He cursed himself, he shouldn’t have gotten so sloppy. That’s how you die.
He approached the building with soft steps, the sound of dirt shifting under his feet almost imperceptible. Catello kicked the door open, launching it from its hinges and slamming it into the wall with an echoing thud.
A bat launched at his head, and if he had been any slower he’d have ended up on the floor with a concussion. He jumped back, aiming at center mass but not yet firing. There was still a chance it was a civilian, one who gotten trapped inside with the LBs.
“Holy shit you scared the snot out of me.”
His arm dropped, switching the safety of his hand cannon on. There you were, bat in hand and clearly frazzled at seeing him and by Talos it had him equally overwhelmed by emotions. Fear, relief, anger, pride. His ears might have gotten a little warm, but it could just as easily be from the stuffy air of the cabin.
“What are you doing here?” He spat out, harsher than he intended but damn it, he nearly shot you. He wasn’t sure if he could live with himself if he had been just a little too quick to fire.
“Well I was working when this happened. They better pay me hazard for this…”
He couldn’t help the laugh that left him. Here he was, missing you so much it hurt, and you were a stone throw’s away. Armed with a bat and ready to fight tooth and nail, your guard steady and if he hadn’t been expecting a fight right on entry, he’d have likely ended up in a med tent. As if he needed another reason to fall for you.
“Wait, Catello you’re bleeding again! Ugh, sit down, let me treat it,” you scolded, shoving him into an office chair that despite everything, was still upright. Your hands were quick to find a cut on his chin he hadn’t even noticed, adrenaline still running in his veins. His jaw tightened slightly at the contact, but you were already rummaging for bandages and wound wash.
It wasn’t exactly what he had expected, but he relished the time anyways. After all, who was he to say no to your touch?
hiii ty for feeding the endfield yumes 🥺🤲🏼 id love to hear more hcs about how pog would treat his hypothetical lover- whether theyd be endmin, a fellow endfielder or maybe even a researcher from the dijiang is up to u!!!
Unfortunately I actually don’t know as much about our Pogchamp yet and only got him with the standard selector. I can’t promise much in the way of accuracy. Given that, I apologize for any mischaracterization thus far. Much appreciate the request.
He seems the type to me, to treat his partner like royalty. The man is someone who does everything with care and devotion, and romance is no different. Chivalry is alive and well with him, and even the notion it died is soundly dismissed with his existence.
Due to his military experience, he often wakes up in the wee morning hours, long before the sun has properly blessed the land with its light. Most times, just about everyone is still asleep as he readies for the day. Even if he doesn’t have any form of mission to do, it’s instinctive.
When he has to leave, he does so with a certain reluctance. He always takes a moment to tuck you back in, press a gentle kiss to the forehead, and observe you for a moment, burning the sight of you peacefully asleep into his mind. You’ll find a note on the end table wishing you a good day, and a thermos filled with tea.
If he can stay, you’ll wake to him observing you, a soft smile on his face as he lays next to you, book in hand on military strategy, chess, history. The man is very well read.
He’d absolutely be the type to pamper his partner. Carrying an umbrella in case of rain, offering his arm to them, keeping a handkerchief scented with their products. He’d like to have a locket with a keepsake- locks of hair have been used as symbols of love and devotion, and given before long separation. If not hair, then a picture of you. Of course, he’d have a matching one made and offer to put the chain on you for you, leaving a chaste kiss to the nape and top of your head.
And speaking of kisses, I absolutely see him as the type to find a fondness for kisses to your hand, forehead, top of your head, and your wrists. There’s something intimate about such gentle affection. He’s very gentlemanly.
If his partner doesn’t know how to fight, he’s sure to teach them himself. Sparring with him is thorough, exhausting, and intense, but highly effective. Regardless of the starting point, he’s willing to adapt to his partner’s needs. Need multiple explanations, visuals, a different style? Of course. Praise and gentle correction is his preferred approach. There’s very little sharpness to his methods.
Now if you already know how to fight, this man is going all out in his spars with you. He wants to see you at your best, your full potential, to give it your all. He wants to see you fight, be it him, other operators, LBs, anything. He is utterly starstruck by it, trying to capture everything to memory. And if he can record it? He saves it to his personal system. He’ll point out things you did perfectly and things he can see improvement, and arrange to work on together.
If Poggers ever has a partner, the man is whipped, devoted, and downright chivalrous to.
