#Also bruno's wasn't really headcannons i know shut up karen

[soft-femagines]

TGSA back at it again. I'm sure I'm gonna send A LOT of requests so don't feel bad about ignoring some for a bit if it's like a lot of the same person lol. Anyway, speaking of requests, this time FEH OC edition. How would Alfonse, Eir, and Bruno react to someone flirting with their S/O in front of them? Not like subtle flirting I mean like AGGRESSIVE flirting

Mmm.. Yes… Alfonse ask…. I like that. Also Bruno recognition! Yay! FEH needs more Bruno. I doubt we’re going to get much of him in Book lll though. Also I’m going to do headcannons for the bois and a drabble for Eir

Alfonse, Eir, and Bruno reacting to aggressive flirting with s/o

Alfonse

• Alfonse gets worried very easily. He cannot sit still if there’s any chance of you being in danger 

• So when this dangerously audacious individual chooses to flirt with you right in front of him

• He goes into protecc mode

• He waits for you to tell them off first. He’s not your mom, and he knows you can defend yourself against some silly flirt. But he’s still in protecc mode, just in case.

• At this stage, he can be found glaring over whatever he’s holding

• Usually, at this point, the flirt is gone. A combination of rejection from you and intimidation factor from Alfonse often has them backing off.

• Not this time. No, this person won’t give you a break, and even goes so far as to trace their hand along your face. You swat the hand away like a spider. The person proceeds to grab your wrist.

• At this stage, Alfonse can be found with Fólkvangr drawn, pointed, and ready to s t a b

• Look. It may seem a bit much to pull a sword on someone while you’re shopping, but Alfonse isn’t very old. People who aren’t very old don’t make the wisest decisions.

• The person turns pale and trips backwards. “Holy fuck, ok ok! I’m leaving!” 

• After they’ve run off, tail between their legs, you turn to Alfonse.

•“Alfonse. I love you. And I appreciate what you did greatly. But you can’t draw your sword in the middle of a store”

“But they grabbed you!”

“But nothing. There are probably kids around here somewhere. Just… Don’t do it again, alright?”

*sigh* He gives in. “Alright.”

Bruno

• Bruno is a surprisingly kind man. But if he wants to be intimidating… hoo boy.

• All you wanted to do was get some shopping done with your partner. Was that really so much to ask?

• Turning towards him, you hold up a coat and say “Hey, do you think I can pull this off?”

• He opens his mouth to respond, but before he has a chance, a voice cuts in from behind you.

“How about I pull it off for you?” 

•You turned around. Bruno looked over your shoulder. Something twitched deep inside his chest. How dare someone say that to his partner.

• Someone had crept up on you, and was now leaning on the wall with a rose in their teeth.

“You’re my type. Ditch this loser and have some fun with me.”

• You told them off with a tight smile. They weren’t having it. 

•They stalked forwards and leaned towards you. “I said, ‘you’re my type’. I’ve got some friends here with me. I have my ways of making you say yes, you know.”

• Bruno proceeds to wrap his arms over your chest, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“Sorry, this one’s taken. Leave.”

“Oh? Did I ask you?” They said, looking down on the two of you, their tone insufferable. “Get lost, or I’ll call my- mmph!!?”

Bruno had detached himself from you and grabbed their jaw, thumb and forefinger digging into their cheeks. 

“Did you say you had friends here with you? I’m sorry, but it seems your jaw won’t be in one piece by the time you call them over.”

He released the flirt, who was gawking and making pitiful noises. They backed up, sputtered, and ran.

Bruno turned to you. “Are you quite all right?”

“Heh, yeah. Thank you, really.” You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “So, about that coat…”

He laughed. “It looks good on you!” 

Eir

You took your time to pore over the rows of market goods. You were in no hurry, as you wanted Eir to be able to find you when she returned.

“I just need to grab some apples, I’ll return soon. Wait for me!” She’d said, right before drifting away into the busy crowd. It was a wonder she didn’t get swept up in it.

It was as you were gazing over a particularly intricate sculpture when you felt a rough arm wrap around your waist, sending a jolt down your spine. You spun around and swatted the hand away.

“Excuse me!” You exclaimed at the one who touched you. Before you stood an unshaven, burly man with a disgusting grin on his face. Two of his teeth were missing.

“Aw, what’sa matter? Come on now, come home with me, I’ll show’ya a good time.” His grin widened. He stepped forwards. “Whad’ya say?”

You stepped back, your voice harsh. “No, kindly leave me alone. I already have someone.”

He continued his advance, sizing you up like a chunk of meat.  “I think you’d best stay quiet and come with me. If you’re good, I might even pay you…”

His eyes flicked up and focused behind you. “Oi. Get out of here. This don’t concern you.”

You looked behind you to see Eir standing behind you, bag of apples in hand. She did not look happy.

“Kindly remove your filthy hands from my partner.” Her voice rang out, clear, cold, and commanding. You shuddered. She never, ever used that voice with you. It was just like her mother’s.

The man threw back his head. “Grah ha ha ha! And what are you gonna do about it, huh girle?”

Suddenly, the air turned cold. Eir stepped forwards, past you, and grabbed the mans wrist. She leaned in and whispered something into his ear. His face turned white, his eyes widened. Eir leaned back and watched him, maintaining her firm hold on his wrist. 

“Eir? What in the world did you…” You reached out to place your hand on her shoulder.

She turned her head. “I’m showing him his… Wait, no!” 

Your hand connected with her skin. An onslaught of images masqueraded through your head. Dark alleyway, bathed in torchlight. Voices shouting. Surrounded. The man, the one who had grabbed you, was on the floor, begging and pleading for his life. But he was different somehow. Tangled hair, tattered clothes, lines etched roughly into his face. He was… Was he older?  Whispers began to fill your ears. They were saying… Numbers? Who’s voice is that? Your chest tightened. Dread slithered its way into you, taking hold of your thoughts.

You gasped, falling ungraciously onto your rear end. The market. A few curious people were beginning to gather. Eir still stood, her grip on the man remained. She was looking at you, worry etched in her face. The man was shaking. He had turned completely white. Eir released her grip and he fell to his knees, coughing for air.

“Wh- What was that?” You choked out.

“That man… Now knows the exact date and circumstances surrounding his death.” She said, helping you up. “He will not bother you again.”

“Oh, I- I see…”

“I’m sorry. Was it too much?” She brushed off your shoulders. “I simply wanted to make sure he couldn’t harm you.”

“No, I’m grateful, really! And besides, the way he was speaking,” You shuddered. “I suspect this isn’t the first time he’s done something awful to someone on their lonesome. He had it coming.” You took her hand. “We should leave, people are staring.”

“Mm. We should.” The two of you pushed your way past the whimpering man, through the gathering crowd. As terrifying as she could be, you somehow felt a lot safer having Eir near you.