#edward richtofen x reader

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Should I write an Edward Richtofen (Primus) x reader fanfiction? I've been thinking about it since he's my latest hyperfixation.

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

Hiii ✨️ I have a little ask for you!

How would the Primis crew react to a fem S/O that's generally quiet and reserved, only to learn that she is a big nerd when it comes to her special interests? Maybe she info-dumps and gushes about her knowledge of her special interest, and that's how they learn that she's really smart.

I, myself, am a huge nerd when it comes to astrology. Yet not many people know that 😅

Do take your time. I love your work 🩷

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I know I have to do this one!!! As a bonus, I'll throw in my personal headcanons for their astrological signs

Reactions of Primis: Quiet Fem S/O Excitedly Info-Dumps Their Passions (Includes Personal Perspective about Astrology)

Edward Richtofen - Sagittarius

His mind is always running a mile a minute all the time. So already listening to his s/o talk about their interests helps distract from The Horrors™️. Seeing you bounce about with joy after weeks of turmoil puts the softest smile on his face... And the biggest kiss on yours!

Intellectual conversation of any kind is something he needs for a close connection. Sharing one-on-one quality time like this is exactly what helps him thrive in a relationship. Even if a topic isn't something he is knowledgeable with, it will have importance to him if it's important to you.

Richtofen is rather strict about his scientific profession and typically scoffs at any pseudosciences. This is all a façade. What he will never tell you is that he secretly practiced alchemy in the past and has occult involvement with the Illuminati. Nevertheless, he would always be gentle to his s/o. The doctor will simply stay respectful and curious about your interest with astrology. I think in the long-term he might just spill a tiny bit about his practices to you.

Tank Dempsey - Scorpio

Seeing his soft-spoken sweetheart so suddenly excited is a very pleasant surprise (and he hasn't been able to find many good surprises this whole shitshow of an expedition). The fact that you trust him enough to open up so brightly like this helps him grow closer to you. Tank is a very good listener, but please forgive his dopey smiling the whole time. Your soothing voice and happy little mannerisms are making his heart throb. It's truly a sweet thing to see.

You never fail to open his mind to new experiences and interest. You can be both sharp-minded and sweet. Those are just some of many shining reasons why he loves you so much. With that being said, please come to him the moment you need an ear to let you infodump. Tank Dempsey is best known for his loyalty and reliability, so please remember that.

He thinks the mythology behind all the constellations are really cool! Orion is his favorite one. I suggest explaining to him during a stargazing date about the various celestial events while lying down on his chest. If it gets cold at night, he'll have you burrow underneath his leather jacket to keep warm. As for astrology readings, he would like to have his horoscope read (and perhaps get a tarot reading as well with you!)

Takeo Masaki - Libra

Takeo is a strong support who's always there to listen no matter what is on his partner's mind. He’s someone who will listen and nod without interruption. He may chuckle if you start to get jittery with joy about what you’re lecturing to him. Such a vibrant soul hidden in such a timid angel!

Takeo’s presence is very patient. If by chance you feel worried about “talking too much”, he reassures you that you could never do such a thing. You deserve to be able to thrive in what makes you so happy. And for shame on whoever tried to invalidate what you had to say!

Out of everyone in the Primis Crew, Takeo is the most spiritual without a doubt. He very much believes every soul carries a fundamental purpose. Being a more introverted soul, he can often be found reflecting in solitude. He would be able to discuss the philosophy of destined fate and similar divination topics with ease. Because it can go hand in hand, I think he would be able to perform a bit of Reiki healing if you were feeling particularly stressed.

Nikolai Belinski - Aries

Nikolai is already doting on you to begin with as his quiet yet kind girlfriend. Once something inspires you to express yourself, he is taken aback by how much passion you have for your special interest. It keeps him wondering more about you. You’re just a beautiful enigma he so desperately wants to know more of!

He’s more of a listener, but his add-ons to the conversation are either genuine questions to learn more about said topic or slipped-in compliments about how brilliant you are. Nikolai also may bring up stories it reminds him of. He could spend hours learning about just about anything you tell him.

The Soviet Union repressed a lot of expression, one of them being astrology. Because of this, Nikolai is completely new to it. Typically, he is a skeptic approaching anything that he comes across. But being his beautiful little treasure, you have the gift to get him to understand that the universe wants what’s best for him. He would grow to trust the divine and the guiding light of fate itself. He says the most profound things that would touch your soul with an enlightening comfort.

[woods-and-adlers-left-hand-dude]

TREYARCH GIVE ME EDWARD RICHTOFEN AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!

I love Adler and woods but I need this man as well

[magneticallyyours]

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[widowswineapologist]

ultimis richtofen the typa guy to tell you that you have the kind of eyes he'd like to keep in a jar (affectionate)

[enterwittyjokehere]

Quick little Richtofen x reader headcannon that popped into my head while at work today:

[Reader Fighting period cramps (bc mine are always horrible) but could technically be applied to other ailments as well.]

> In the early years of relationship, if your pain was severe, even if you tried to hide it from him, he would take notice.

> Edward would probably not let you leave the house while like that, he would want to baby you.

> Neither you nor him are going to work... He's playing doctor with you all day.

> Lots of affection.

> Most likely tried cooking for you, but personally I don't think you would have much of a kitchen left after that...

>Would definitely argue with you when you still tried to leave for work.

> probably say some corny sh*t like, "As your medical professional, I firmly believe you shouldn't put more stress on your body than absolutely necessary und as your husband, I think we should listen to your medical professional."

× "What if both my husband and medical professional are being a pain in my a*s."

× "Would you like me to check that out as well, mein Herz?"

> When all else fails, he makes you feel better with some good ol vitamin D

× and that doesn't stand for Dempsey ;þ

Also if you write something similar please lemme know I would love to read an Eddie oneshot like this >_<

[yanderestarangel]

☆ Yandere Edward Richtofen x FTM reader ☆

Tw: Sex, unprotected sex,afab reader, fem anatomy, sub!edward, bottom!reader, smut, light yander themes.

He's sick for you, like, sick as fuck.

He worships you as if you had some kind of power over him, at first he thought you were even a being from another dimension to have that power with him.

But not.

You were just a boy lost amid hordes of zombies like him.

In addition to having been exposed for a long time to the compound

Edward wasn't very sane since college, which made his yandere tendencies worse with you.

You weren't allowed to leave his side, he would be a mess, a mix of whiny puppy and sarcastic madman with everyone around him.

Even the others knew that the best thing to do was to let you close to Edward so he could work well.

Edward met you when you accidentally fell into some kind of portal to your reality.

He offered you help in exchange for sending you home again.

You just needed to scare away zombies along the way.

Edward was enchanted by you, you were the most beautiful boy he had ever met in his life.

He was even thinking of never letting you go.

And he did.

But before he got to know you as a normal human being.

Edward will try to court you normally.

He will get to know you, your likes, flaws, what you love or hate, and mentally write them down.

He will also flirt with you, but it's so bad it comes off as a joke, Edward knows this and does it to make you smile.

If you tell him about being a trans kid he acts indifferent.

His reaction is literally:

"-That's cool... Where were we?"- and goes back to talking about the machine he's repairing.

He'll also give you little touches if you use a breast bandage.

He is a doctor he knows very well the effects and damage that all that can cause.

The others don't stay close to you because of your guard dog Edward.

He even threatened to break the machine just because you and Nikolai were laughing together.

He is extremely possessive.

He and you would have some kind of relationship.

Something like a friendship with benefits maybe.

Yandere Edward! It is of the Yandere mousse type, that is, it is a soft Yandere but more dangerous when it wants to be.

He can give you the whole world if you ask him to, he would literally kneel at your feet and serve you with anyone's head, you just ask.

But he also takes it from you if you're not good with him or try to run away.

Yandere Edward! Is submissive with you on all scales, he is most comfortable with you on top of him.

Either on top of your dick or sitting on your face.

He asks you to put all his weight on it and sit on it like a chair.

He's a masochist too, he loves it when you deprive him of cum or use ropes to tie him up and do bondage.

He is a giver.

He loves to butt heads with you.

You are Yandere's one and only! Edward.

If you've already had a partner, he'll be even more possessive.

In sex he will beg while he eats you from behind for you to say it's only him while squeezing your hips.

If you say it he shakes and falls on top of you babbling words in German.

"-I-I-I adore you so much...I would literally rip my heart out and give it to you, kneel at your feet and kiss the ground you walk on."

I would literally do anything for you.

Anything."

He would talk while shaking and feeling you cry underneath him.

He is also delusional.

So if you plan on just sex he would be pretty pissed off locking you in some shed safe and sound.

If you fought he would tie you to a chair and stare with piercing, sick blue eyes:

"-I really would hate to hurt you but you don't give me any other choice darling."

He would brand you too, maybe a few scars for every tantrum you throw.

[dreamstoomuch]

hey everyone! names dreamy! :>

i am currently writing for the Call of Duty zombie fandom!! (asks are on!)

i write one-shots, smut, and series!!

for now I'm working on a Edward Richtofen x reader!! (smut)

I DO

- smut

- one-shots

- fluff

- angst

I DON'T DO

- character x character

- oc's x character

- dark topics. (unless specified)

MINORS DNI PLEASE

[meinlieberdoktor]

1.0 Edward Richtofen: In The Bedroom

The doctor had been cold on the outside, even when you courted him successful. He still kept his professional (if you could call it that) demeanor around you, though with the added romance. It wasn't surprising for him to have sadistic tendencies in the bedroom too; whips, bondage, choking, slapping, spanking, knives and sometimes the threat of a needle were all on the table for him. But after getting him all riled up wether it be with your mouth or down there, the doctor couldn't help but turn into a whimpering mess. Often he would resort to muttering in German in-between whimpers as you purposely tightened up around him to send him over that edge. The same cold hearted doctor was easy to turn into a whimpering mess of a man, and he loved it just as much as you.

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𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚗𝚒

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Carlos Oliveira:

Love at Work: SFW, fluff

SFW & NSFW headcanons

SFW fluff headcanons

๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑ BLACK OPS ZOMBIES:

Edward Richtofen:

Running away to (another) circus

*⁠.⁠✧✷✷ TEAM FORTRESS 2:

Not started yet...

[pink-apollo]

Little primis Richtofen food for thought-

I feel like the moment richtofen notices the little hints that you’re giving him, man will just stand there and stutter trying to get his composure together, clearing his throat and actively not looking at you with a tad of blush on his cheeks. Is very flustered and not sure how to address you flirting with him, therefore will allow you to continue your shenanigans because he enjoys them. Overall is a shy boi but loves it

I’m simping…so hard for him right now🤚🏻

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°[Please Fight For Me]°

Notes: I had an angsty idea when at work today and had to write this. I had this idea and wrote down a single sentence I now have to turn into a whole story. But I do plan on making some of you cry with this so be prepared.---Alright after finishing this be prepared to bring tissues. I'm so sorry. 

Word count: 3,933

Page number: 10.9

-----------------------------------------------------------       After what felt like an endless, dragging fight, my body was completely drained of energy. I could barely summon the strength to keep going, but despite my exhaustion, my mind still searched for Richtofen, desperate to know where he had ended up. It took a moment before I spotted him, and the sight that met my eyes struck me like a bolt of lightning. I froze completely, my breath catching in my throat as I took in the horrific scene before me. My love, the one I had fought so hard to protect, was strapped down, utterly helpless. I could barely process the sight of him, pale and lifeless, as every last ounce of blood was being painfully drained from his body.

        The world around me seemed to slow as I stood there, completely frozen in place, my heart hammering in my chest. The realization of what was happening hit me like a tidal wave, and an icy chill ran through my veins. My steps were slow and unsteady as I stumbled forward, my body moving on its own while my mind screamed at me to do something, anything. Every step felt like it took an eternity, the weight of my feet dragging against the ground as if I were wading through water. My blood ran cold, and the air around me grew still, too still, as if the universe itself held its breath.

        His cries of pain cut through the silence, each one more agonizing than the last, a sound that sent shards of pain through my chest. The closer I got, the more it felt like my soul was being torn apart. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to escape this nightmare, but my body refused to obey. I was trapped in some sort of nightmarish limbo, my limbs heavy, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. The seconds stretched into what felt like hours, and yet I could not bring myself to turn away, unable to tear my eyes from the terrible sight before me.

        I was only a few feet away when, without warning, a rough hand grabbed my arm, yanking me away from him. Panic surged through me as I struggled against the grip, my heart lurching as I was pulled back, farther and farther from the man I loved. The sounds of his screams and the sight of his pain seemed to blur together in my mind, but I was helpless to stop it. I was being dragged toward the swirling, open portals, the very things that had brought me here, the very things that were now threatening to tear me away from everything I held dear. My heart shattered as I was pulled further from him, and all I could do was scream in anguish, desperately trying to break free.

        I let out a painful scream, my voice raw with emotion, as another version of Richtofen roughly dragged me away from my Richtofen—the one I loved with every fiber of my being. My sweet, kind, loving Richtofen, who had always cared for me, who had always been my anchor. The one now screaming in agony, bleeding out in front of my eyes. My heart shattered as the new version of him, so cold and distant, showed no concern for the situation, treating me as nothing more than an obstacle to his mission. He showed no sympathy as he tried manhandling me, pulling me away with a relentless force. I felt as though I was being torn in two—my body a dead weight, my limbs unresponsive, my mind too overwhelmed with despair to fight back. I went limp in his grasp, making it more difficult for him to move me, but that didn’t stop him from dragging me forward with a fierce determination.

        My entire being was consumed with helplessness. Every step felt like I was being pulled farther from the love of my life, farther from the man who meant everything to me. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his face, even though it was becoming harder to bear. My vision blurred with tears, but I refused to look away. His pain, his suffering, was too much to bear, and yet I was powerless to stop it. I could hear the others yelling at me, ordering me to get up, to move, but their voices felt so distant, so hollow. Their words echoed in my ears but didn’t register in my mind. It was like I was in a trance, stuck in place, my body betraying me as it refused to obey.

        The others didn’t make any move to help. Not one of them stepped forward to stop the version of Richtofen who was pulling me away. Instead, they stood frozen, their eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and sympathy, but no one intervened. They exchanged glances, each one silently agreeing that I needed to leave, that leaving my love behind to bleed out and die was the only choice. My heart shattered further as I realized they were all complicit in this decision. They were all part of this nightmare, and not one of them was willing to help me save him.

        The voice of the man dragging me away broke through my daze. "Y/N, ve need to leave now," he said, his tone urgent but cold. "The portals are gonna disappear if you don't come vith me."

        I felt a sickening twist in my stomach at the sound of his voice—so familiar, yet so wrong. Even though it was his face, even though it was his voice, I knew deep down that this was not my Richtofen. This wasn’t the man I loved. This was a cruel imitation, a twisted version of him. I couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes. He wasn’t the person I had fought alongside, the person I had trusted with my heart. He was someone else entirely, and I could feel my soul recoiling from him. My silence was deafening, filled with an overwhelming sense of despair. But with every passing second, as my eyes remained fixed on my love’s face, something inside me began to change. A warmth, a burning anger, started to surge through me. It was a rage I had never known, a deep, primal fury that began to overtake every part of me.

        "No," I whispered, barely audible, but my refusal was clear.

        He paused, clearly not expecting it. "Vhat?" he asked, his voice thick with disbelief.

        I felt the heat in my chest intensify, and I could feel my anger rising to a boiling point. "No!" I screamed, my voice sharp and full of defiance. I yanked away from his grip, my strength fueled by the fierce love I felt for my Richtofen. "I'm not leaving him here to die!" My voice cracked with emotion, but the conviction was there, burning bright.

        He stared at me, his expression unreadable for a moment before his grip tightened once more. "You can't stay here," he said with a cold, steely voice. He grabbed both of my arms, pulling me forward with all his might, fully intending to force me through the portal. He didn’t care that I was resisting, that I was fighting with everything I had left.

        His actions were harsh, and unfeeling, as he dragged me kicking and screaming, like I was nothing more than a child misbehaving. My body fought against him with all the strength I could muster, but his hands were like iron around my wrists, his grip unyielding. My cries for help were drowned out by the pounding of my heart, the rising panic, and the growing realization that I was being torn away from the only person who mattered. Every inch that he pulled me away from Richtofen felt like an eternity, my body writhing in desperation, my voice a raw, guttural scream of refusal. But he didn’t stop. He kept pulling, dragging me farther, as my heart continued to break with every step I was forced to take away from the one person who made me whole.

        I saw that I didn't have much choice in the matter but I was not going to leave my love to die alone. I let him drag me seeming that I lost the will to fight but in reality, I was waiting for the perfect moment. It broke my heart to hear my love yell out in anguish as we were all leaving him. His words make my eyes fill up with tears. I didn't plan to leave him so I waited for the perfect moment right as I was about to be pulled into the portal I bit the hand that was dragging me so hard they were forced to let me go so I fell right as they entered the portal. 

        I saw, with a sinking feeling in my chest, that I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. There was no way I could overpower him, and my body drained from the fight and the shock was unwilling to continue resisting. But even though I was physically beaten, I would not leave my love to die alone. Not like this. The thought of abandoning him was unbearable, and deep down, I knew I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let him suffer, couldn’t let him be taken from me without a fight.

        I let them drag me, seemingly surrendering to the inevitable, my body going limp in their grasp. It looked like I had lost the will to fight, but in reality, I was waiting. Waiting for the perfect moment, the one opening that would give me a chance to break free and go back to him. My heart ached as I heard my love's anguished cries, his voice filled with pain and desperation. It was a sound that tore at my soul, and it shattered me completely. His screams echoed in my mind, reminding me that every second we were pulling away from him was another second of agony, another second closer to losing him forever.

        His words, those haunting cries of pain, burned into my memory, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I tried to hold them back, tried to stay strong, but it was impossible. The overwhelming sense of helplessness made it feel like my heart was slowly being ripped apart. Every step I was forced to take away from him felt like a betrayal, but I couldn’t let my love die alone. I couldn’t leave him behind.

        But then, the moment I’d been waiting for arrived. As they began to drag me closer to the portal, pulling me with relentless force, I saw the perfect opening—the smallest window of opportunity. With all the remaining strength I had, I bit down hard on the hand that was gripping my arm. The sudden shock of pain coursed through my mouth as my teeth sank deep into the flesh, and the force of my bite was enough to make him gasp in shock and release his grip. The pressure around my wrist vanished in an instant.

        I tumbled to the ground, the air rushing past me in a blur as I fell, but I didn’t hesitate. I couldn’t. I knew I had to act fast. I had only moments before they realized what had happened and tried to drag me back again. But as I lay there on the cold ground, the last remnants of hope still alive within me, I gathered every ounce of courage and strength I had left. My heart was racing, each beat louder than the last, but it was a heart full of love, and I was determined not to let go of that.

        I knew that I wasn’t leaving him behind, not without a fight. As I hit the ground, my body rolled instinctively, pushing me back toward the space between the portals, towards the fading light that still held my love’s presence. The others were already being pulled into the portal, but I wasn’t going to let them take me without one last chance.

        I could still hear him in the distance, his cries echoing in my mind as I gathered myself. The portal’s edge flickered before me, but my resolve was stronger. I wasn’t going to let them pull me in. I wasn’t leaving him behind.

        The portals shut behind me with an agonizing finality, sealing off any chance of return. I felt the weight of their closure in my chest as if a part of me was locked away with them, lost forever. The men, the ones who had dragged me away from my love, were gone now, sucked into the swirling chaos of the portal, leaving nothing behind but the echo of their departure. The world felt eerily quiet as if the very air was holding its breath in the wake of their disappearance. I stood there, frozen for a moment, my heart racing in my chest, trying to process what had just happened. The thought of them all being gone—vanished into nothingness—should have given me relief, but all I could feel was the overwhelming urgency to reach Richtofen.

        My mind was still spinning, but there was no time to waste. I couldn’t let him suffer alone, not for a second longer. I stumbled forward, my legs shaking beneath me, barely able to support my weight after everything I’d been through. Each step felt like it took an eternity as if my body was rebelling against the sheer emotional and physical toll of the events that had just unfolded. But my determination pushed me forward. No matter how weak or exhausted I felt, I had to reach him. I couldn’t let him die alone.

        As I made my way toward him, my breath came in ragged gasps, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face as I neared his prone form, my body trembling with a mixture of fear, relief, and sorrow. My hands were shaking uncontrollably, and it felt like the ground beneath me was shifting with every step. But nothing else mattered now. I had to get to him.

        The closer I got, the more real the situation became, and the sight of him—so broken, so lifeless—nearly stopped my heart. My love, the one I had fought so hard to protect, lay there, vulnerable and injured, his blood staining the ground around him. His chest rose and fell, slow and labored, but I could see the pain in every breath he took. My stomach churned, and my breath hitched in my throat as I knelt beside him, my hands reaching out to gently touch his face.

        "Richtofen," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Please, stay with me."

        I couldn't lose him. Not now, not like this. My fingers traced the lines of his face as if trying to memorize the feel of him, to remind myself that he was still here, still with me. I knew I had to act quickly—he was fading, slipping away with every passing second—but I couldn’t help the flood of emotions that overwhelmed me.

        I needed to be strong for him, but the thought of losing him was unbearable. My mind raced, trying to figure out what I could do, and how I could save him from this fate. The cold wind whistled around us, the world still and silent as I held him close, willing him to fight, to stay with me. "Please," I whispered again, my voice a desperate plea. "Please don’t leave me."

        With every passing moment, I felt the crushing weight of the situation, but I refused to give up. I wouldn’t leave him to die. Not when there was still hope, not when there was still a chance.

        I looked at the cold, metallic machine he was strapped down to, my heart sinking in my chest. It was a horrifying sight, one I could barely process. The machine was intricate and clinical, with wires and tubes running everywhere, all connected to his fragile form. He was bound to it, helpless, his body completely restrained, and the needles protruding from his skin made it clear that whatever this was, it was not for his benefit. The blood was being drained from him in steady, relentless streams, his life force slipping away with each passing second. My stomach churned at the sight. Every part of me screamed in protest, but I didn’t know what to do. I felt utterly helpless, completely powerless against the machinery that was draining him.

        "How do I get you out of this?" I whispered, my voice shaky and full of panic, my eyes darting from the restraints to the various wires, unsure where to start, unsure if I could even do anything. My hands trembled as I reached out, brushing over the cold, sterile surfaces of the machine. Every part of it felt alien, too complex, too beyond my ability to understand or dismantle. The realization that I might not have the skill or knowledge to save him made my chest tighten, and a cold, suffocating dread settled in the pit of my stomach. He couldn’t stay here. He couldn’t stay attached to this monstrosity, trapped in this cruel device.

        “How do I help you?” I asked again, more urgently this time, my voice breaking as the overwhelming panic surged within me. The question was barely a whisper, but it hung in the air, desperate and helpless. My fingers ran over the sharp edges of the tubes, feeling the strange, unnatural hum of the machine vibrating against my skin. It was as if the very machinery itself was alive, and in that moment, it felt like it was holding him prisoner, and I was powerless to do anything about it.

        I paced around the machine, my thoughts racing a mile a minute, but none of them made sense. What if I did something wrong? What if trying to free him only made things worse? I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting him even more. My mind spun in circles, unable to focus, unable to think clearly. I needed to act. I needed to save him, but how?

        His eyes were closed, his face pale and unmoving, and I could see the pain etched into his features, even in his unconscious state. It tore at me, each shallow breath he took was a reminder of how fragile he was, how close to death he was becoming. His body was slowly being drained of life, and I was running out of time. My throat tightened with a sob that I barely held back. The sound of his heartbeat, faint and erratic, was the only sound I heard, a constant reminder of how little time we had left.

        "Please," I whispered desperately, my hands shaking as I looked back at him, "I can’t lose you like this. Please don’t let me fail you."

        I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to steady my racing thoughts, trying to calm the panic that was threatening to overwhelm me. I had to focus, had to push through the fear, and find a way to help him. There had to be something I could do, some way to stop the machine, to break the chains that bound him to this nightmare. I wasn’t going to give up. Not now, not when he needed me the most. My love for him burned fiercely, a fire that would not be extinguished, and no matter how impossible it seemed, I was going to find a way to save him.

        His voice was weak and barely audible, a fragile whisper that seemed to tremble in the air. My heart clenched at the sound, every word dripping with sorrow that cut through me like a knife. "It's too late, Mein Liebling, I'm sorry."

        The words hung in the air, heavy with finality, as if the life that had once been so vibrant within him was now slipping away. Each syllable felt like it was tearing him apart, and it shattered me to hear the resignation in his voice. He spoke as though there was no hope left, as though he had already accepted his fate, and the pain in his tone was unbearable.

        I could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the weight of everything he had endured, and it was like a storm raging inside me. The man I loved, the one who had fought so hard, who had been so strong, now seemed like a mere shadow of himself. His body was frail, his breathing shallow, and every breath he took seemed to cost him more strength. I couldn’t bear to see him like this, to hear those words coming from his lips. How could he say that? How could he believe it was too late?

        "Don’t say that," I whispered, my voice trembling with fear and desperation. "Please, don’t say that. It’s not too late. I won’t let you go, not like this."

        I reached out, my hands shaking as I gently touched his face, tracing the lines of his skin, as if willing him to fight, to push through whatever darkness had consumed him. His eyes met mine, and though they were clouded with pain, I could still see the flicker of something deep inside—the same fire, the same determination that had always been there. I refused to believe that it was too late. There had to be a way to save him.

        "I love you," I said, my voice breaking as I leaned closer to him, my forehead resting gently against his. "Please fight for me. Fight for us." The words were a plea, a desperate cry for him to hold on, to not give up on the love we had shared. The thought of losing him, of never hearing his voice again or feeling his touch, was too much to bear.

        He looked at me then, his gaze filled with an overwhelming sadness, and for a moment, I thought he might say something else—something that would give me hope, something that would make everything feel like it could still be okay. Instead, his lips parted slightly, his breathing ragged, as if he were trying to speak but couldn’t quite find the strength.

        "I... I'm sorry..." His voice faltered again, the words barely a whisper. His hand, weak and trembling, reached up, brushing against mine, a gesture that was as soft as it was heartbreaking.

        I felt my chest tighten, every part of me screaming at him to keep fighting, to stay with me just a little longer. "Please," I whispered again, more urgently now, my tears falling freely. "I can’t lose you. I love you so much. Don’t leave me."

        But as I looked into his eyes, I knew he was slipping, and a cold wave of dread washed over me. He was fading, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. The harsh reality of the situation settled over me like a suffocating blanket, and my heart shattered into a thousand pieces.

[edvarddichtofen]

Sun's Embrace

Primis!Richtofen x F!Reader

Warnings: None

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In the tapestry their love, she is the sun, a vibrant ball of energy. 

Her laughter is like a burst of solar flares, filing the universe with warmth and joy. When she smiles, the whole cosmos seems to shimmer with her luminous glow.

In his eyes, the world seems to fade away, leaving her as the only object in his vision, shining like a bright brilliant star. Richtofen can't help but to bask in her warmth, finding solace in her brilliance. And she, finds comfort in him, knowing that he’ll be there to light up her darkest nights.

Edward is the moon, calm and mysterious, a master of tides and emotions. Just as the moon controls the tides and flow of the ocean, he has the power to soothe and bring a sense of tranquility to her heart.

Her touch is the sun’s caress, infusing and setting his heart ablaze with passion. When they embrace, it’s like a solar eclipse, a celestial event where their love is perfectly aligned, casting a spell upon their souls.

Edward reflects her light, shining brighter with her at his side, and she finds her place in his darkness, bringing hope and illumination to his life; bringing back to life the humanity he once thought was so long dead and to never be revived.

It’s no secret that he was hesitant for her to join them officially with all the “killing and maiming”, but as she grew onto him, every time their eyes met, it slowly felt as if long-lost lovers reunited after lifetimes apart.

The wind would tease the curtains that covered the broken windows of the house they’re taking shelter in.

As Edward look at his beloved, the morning sun gifted its celestial touch upon his lover, creating a halo of warmth and radiance that seemed to frame her with ethereal light as she sat up from the rickety bed.

He believes she illuminated the cold world around them.

Richtofen gazed at her, he felt as if he were witnessing a sacred apparition, a vision sent by the heavens to remind him of the beauty that still existed. He’s witnessed the creations, rise and fall of civilizations, dimensions, yet nothing could rival her.

Her silhouette glowed with a golden hue, as if the sun had chosen to weave its golden threads through her being, transforming her into a celestial being. The sunbeams embraced her, casting a spotlight upon her, making her the focal point of the earth’s admiration.

Her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, reflecting the sun’s brilliance, and drawing him into the infinite depths of her soul.

Her smile radiated just like the morning sun that's slowly awakening, warming his heart and igniting a symphony of emotions that swept him away like a gentle breeze.

In that moment, he truly realized that she was his sun, his guiding light, and he basked in the glory of her, feeling the warmth of her love enveloping him completely. 

Time seemed to stand still, he felt like a mortal in the presence of a goddess and he vowed to love and protect her just as the sun loved and held the world, until the end of time.

[tofucreator]

hi man sorry for the inconvenience I don't know if you still write or accept requests on codz but I'm trying. I would like to know how Edward Richtofen primis would react to reader transmasc, reader came from another reality and needs to get used to the way of life there and Ed finds himself in love with him (considering age gap since reader is 18 and ed is older ) thanks and ignore if you don't feel comfortable. xoxo

I am not that much into Cod anymore unfortunately but I will try my best!! 🫶

I’m going to assume that you are saying Primis Edward Richtofen got into the modern world by the way you worded it, if not please send me another ask and I will redo it!!

Reader is referred to as you and [Name]

Pronouns used for reader (if they are used): He/him

When he first saw the surrounding around him, he was quite confused, as he was used to the sounds to zombies lurking, but it was quite peaceful

But when he first saw you, god he was a nervous reck, he didn’t know why exactly but him being around you made him nervous

Despite his nervousness though, he was nice towards you, and he always wanted to make sure you were well

You allowed him to live with you, as you lived alone and was trying to look for something to give you some company

If you tell him what you like and dislike he’d always write it down, so that whenever you were gone for hours at a time (school or work, you choose), he’d try and make you a little gift for you to see once you come home, specifically whatever you said you liked that you had told him

Later as months go by, Edward becomes less nervous, and almost always tries to give you something when you come back home

You had told him that you are transmasc, did that stop him from giving you gifts? No. In matter of fact, that made him give you MORE gifts, with little reasoning behind it

At one point you noticed he became a nervous reck around you again, out of no where, and when you try to talk to him about it he either outright ignores the question or tries to change the topic

One day, instead of all the gifts you kept receiving, you see a card that reads

“Dear [Name], Ich am sorry that I’ve been distant as of recently, but I decided I should tell you, I unfortunately cannot tell you to your face as I might not get mein words across to you correctly, but I’ve recently discovered that Ich had caught feelings towards you, that Ich haven’t felt towards anyone before. Although I do hope you feel the same, I understand why if you don’t, and all I hope is that our relationship doesn’t change because of this. From, Edward Richtofen”

You gave this man a hug, he needs one, and reassured him that, despite the age gap, you felt the same, which made him the happiest man ever

[magneticallyyours]

PLEASE brain conjure up some very professional very demure, totally sane Ultimis Richtofen ideas...

[widowswineapologist]

a/n: random assortment of hcs for the primis boys! slightly suggestive at times so proceed with caution. i left it kind of ambiguous as to whether this was canon au or modern au so have fun imagining whatever :33

primis richtofen:

♡ - he's the type to spend hours initially researching a very vague question he has and then it spirals into him researching something completely unrelated to said question. don't ask him how he got from reading about greek mythology to how bed bugs mate, he doesn't know.

♡ - (also don't ask him how bed bugs mate.)

♡ - for some strange reason, for as long as he could remember, he just gets the most random and inconvenient of nosebleeds. it has happened so often that he's grown to just be mildly annoyed by it at best and he usually has tissues on hand just in case. for him, this is entirely normal, but one time he got a nosebleed while he was talking to you and you freaked out and he had to reassure you he wasn't dying.

♡ - richtofen always wants to be the smartest guy in the room, but he kind of goes feral whenever you correct him. intelligence is already an extremely attractive trait to him, and passion compliments it greatly. the slight humiliation he feels for being wrong is quickly forgotten when he sees that fire in your eyes as you lecture him.

♡ - if you're not able to read or speak german, he is... not exactly going to teach you. what he is going to do, however, is randomly hand you a slip of paper with what seems to be utter gibberish scribbled on it, and he'll simply ask you to say the word with a completely serious expression. and then he is going to cackle like a witch when you say it wrong. he enjoys the little things.

primis dempsey:

♡ - he's really bothered by how much he can't remember about himself, so as a substitute, he tries to remember everything he can about you. it's incredibly sweet and thoughtful sometimes, but occasionally it creeps you out that he can recall some extremely niche and easily forgettable detail you revealed about yourself in passing several months ago.

♡ - throughout his life, he's had a habit of just... randomly falling off his bed in the middle of the night. he has no idea why it happens, he's just grown accustomed to waking up on the floor with his blankets trying their best to keep him tethered to the mattress. it truly is a sight to behold.

♡ - what dempsey lacks in book smarts, he makes up for in street smarts. he knows a bunch of strange life hacks, random bits of information about generally niche topics, weird remedies for certain illnesses, the works. (if any of you have seen breaking bad, he's kinda got jesse vibes in that regard LMAO)

♡ - he doesn't do it anymore, but during the earlier stages of your relationship, he really liked pushing your buttons. once, in the midst of an argument, you slapped him, and after the initial shock wore off, you frantically tried to apologize, only to be met with the marine giving you a lazy smirk. he wore the red handprint on his face like a badge of honor.

♡ - (you've asked him multiple times if he's a masochist or something and he never gives you a straight answer.)

primis nikolai:

♡ - that one guy that just always has random resources on him for virtually no discernable reason. you need batteries? he's already reaching into his pockets. you need a toothpick? it's your lucky day, he's got a pack of them right here. hell, you need matches? he's fishing an entire box out of his bag.

♡ - nikolai has a strange habit of taking in stray animals. he literally can't help it, he sees a cute, fuzzy little creature in need and he's dropping everything to assist the little guy. it's a little sweet watching him take care of animals like puppies or kittens, but he brought home a bear cub once and that's when it became a problem. you do kind of miss mishka though.

♡ - his upper body strength is INSANE. it's not news to anyone, not even you, but it was a little shocking when nikolai asked you to sit on his back while he was doing push-ups. and he did a good amount of them!! if he noticed your shocked expression when he was done, he didn't mention it, but he does subtly flex in front of you every once in a while. what? he's just proud of his physique.

♡ - it might just be because of where he grew up, but he's always checking if you're cold or not, especially during the night. the second you say yes, he's dropping everything to find you a better coat, or blanket, or he even gives you his gloves. he doesn't want you to be cold :( you're always welcome to leech off his body heat too.

primis takeo:

♡ - the proud owner of a very impressive and vast collection of bladed weapons. he prefers swords by a long shot, but even he can't turn away from a well-forged knife. it would probably be concerning if it was literally anyone else, but it's takeo so it's cool.

♡ - a relationship with takeo is an extremely slow burn, but once you've finally crossed that threshold, takeo is in it for life. he takes the term "ride or die" very seriously, and he's willing to do nearly anything for you. takeo would even kill for you if asked. anything to make you happy. anything to keep blood off your hands.

♡ - takeo is very graceful and collected in all aspects of life, except for the first few minutes after he wakes up. his brain tends to lag behind during those moments and sleep still has a tight hold on him, so it results in him looking completely and utterly bewildered as he takes in his surroundings. sometimes he mutters incomprehensible things in japanese during this, and it's hard to keep yourself from laughing. he's kind of embarrassed by it once he fully wakes up.

♡ - he will NEVER admit it, but he has entertained the thought of being a house husband before. what he found even more embarrassing, however, was that he realized he would be very good at it. he's a good cook, he's a god at keeping things neat and tidy, and he would enjoy having time to himself for a while. takeo will never bring this up, but if you do, he's down for it.