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bogginswritings · 3 years ago

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Are your requests still open?? Cuz' I'm living for ENCANTO (Bruno more specifically) and I loved your Bruno story

Could you write something where the reader was somehow close to the family but not officially part of it (like engaged to Bruno but he vanished weeks/months before the wedding) so they would be inside Casita when it's falling apart and Bruno sees them when he's trying to get out and basically goes to save them

And reader maybe confused if they actually saw Bruno or if they just bumped their head

Sorry if it's confusing and/or nonsense 😖

Te amare por siempre || Bruno Madrigal x reader

OKAY I LOVE THIS! I kinda rushed it because of school, especially the start is a bit rushed (assuming you've seen the movie I didn't write all events), but I hope I did your request justice, anyway!

summary: In which the man you loved dearly leaves you, only to safe you from a collapsing Casita ten years later.

pairing: Romantic, indicated

reader: Gender not indicated, no use of pronouns.

story type: angst

warnings: mentions of neglect, angst

NOT PROOF READ

The family Madrigal.

A family you loved dearly, one you’ve been close with ever since you were little. You used to go there all the time, whether this was to play with Julieta or to go outside with Pepa. You used to hang around Bruno when the rest of the town shunned him; you were his rock and he was yours.

You and the triplets would grow on to become very close. Whenever someone told Pepa she couldn’t play along because she’ll get everything wet, you’d be there to play with her. When you started taking interest in baking (even wanting your own bakery at some point), Julieta would help to improve your skills. And when it came to Bruno you’d paint decorations together, allowing him and his creative vision to order you around so the stage would be set as perfect as can be.

The family Madrigal was a family you loved so much and held close to your heart. They were there when you first opened your bakery, being your biggest supporters. You were there to see Pepa’s and Julieta’s kids grow up. Eventually, it didn’t take long for you and Bruno to get together, either. With the amount of time you guys spend together feelings grew and one day he just decided fuck it and kissed you.

Not much time later the two of you got engaged and the whole family was delighted. It was already set that Julieta and Pepa would be the ones standing behind you and little Mirabel would bring the rings. The whole wedding was slowly but surely being planned out and you couldn’t wait. Bruno and you would sit in bed at night, giggling to each other as you thought of things for the big day.

You couldn’t have been happier.

However, it is only common sense that all ups have their downs. At this point you were at such a high peak in your life, everything was bound to break down.

Oh, and break down it did.

It all started the day Mirabel was getting her gift. You and Bruno were in the audience -Bruno for once putting himself in the presence of the town to support his niece- and cheered the little girl on.

However, when it became clear that the girl wasn’t going to get a gift everything crumbled. That evening Bruno had kissed you goodnight and told you he’d be back; he just had to help Alma with something. You nodded, telling your fiancé you’d be going to sleep already and that you’d see him in the morning.

Only, when you woke up the other side of the bed was empty. The space was cold and Bruno wasn’t there. This didn’t distress you yet, though; the man had just woken up before you.

It was when after three days no one had seen Bruno you became really worried. You went around telling Alma that Bruno would never just leave, something must have happened to him.

One night you sat on your bed, praying to whatever God was up there for a sign that Bruno was okay. That your fiancé would come back and you could get your happily ever after. You did get a sign, that night under your pillow. A small note with Bruno’s messy -yet, somehow elegant- handwriting laying there.

You read it once, then again. And again. You just repeated the words in your head, your eyes darting from left to right on the paper. You could feel your heart shatter into a billion pieces as the world seemed to fall apart around you.

Tears started streaming down your face, you could feel your throat closing up and muffled your sobs with your fist. Never, in your life, had you felt so betrayed.

It took you a while to get back on your feet after Bruno’s disappearance. Your bakery hadn’t been open in weeks and you rarely left your room. You just couldn’t stand the thought of going into town or to the Madrigals.

You didn’t need the looks of pity they were sending you. Especially because you were very well aware that they weren’t actually pity.

After a long while, even you realized you had to get up and do something. People were counting on your bakery and there was no use wallowing in self-pity. A lot of credit goes to Pepa on this one.

And, while the pain remained, you slowly but surely got back onto your feet. You managed to (mostly) get over Bruno, although he still left you notes every now and then. After some time you barely bothered reading them anymore; each text filled with empty promises. Promises that filled your heart with hope only to shatter it crueler than the previous times.

You used to defend him towards Alma, shutting her down whenever she would talk badly about her son. But, as time went on you didn't bother to defend him anymore; Bruno could go defend himself, you didn't care. At least you pretended not to.

But, other than the love of your life leaving you behind, life was going okay.

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You were in your bakery, preparing dough for the next morning when you heard the door open. With a sigh you cleaned off your hands with a towel, turning around you told them; “Sorry, I’m closed for today.”

Your eyes met Mirabel’s, the girl adjusting the green glasses sitting atop her nose, “Mirabel?”

“I didn’t mean to disturb you, Y/N. I just really need your help.” the teen basically pleaded. You nodded for her to continue; “It’s about Casita breaking and Bruno-”

“What about him?”

Mirabel flinched at the way you snapped. The question came out way harsher than you intended to, but even hearing his name just made you feel so hurt and angry.

“I-I’m sorry.” You let out a sigh, lowering your head, “I didn’t mean to, ehm," you swallowed the lump that had gotten into your throat, "Didn’t your abuela say Casita is fine?”

“That’s the thing! The other night I overheard her being worried about the magic!” Mirabel explained, eager to get her story across. You furrowed your brows slightly, cocking your head interest as you urged her to go on, “I went to Bruno’s room and I found this.”

Before you could scold her for entering Bruno’s room, which was clearly off-limits, she took out some glowing green pieces from her bag. You could recognize it easily, one of his visions. Mirabel arranged and puzzled them into a complete image, and you looked down to see what it was.

Mirabel, in front of a clearly broken Casita. You frowned, glancing up at the girl, “What the hell is this?”

“I don’t know. I was hoping you could help. Did tío Bruno say anything to you before he left?”

“He left some meaningless notes, promising he’ll be back and it was for the best he left. He asked me to look out for you and your sisters and cousins. He never mentioned this vision though, nor explained WHY he had to leave. I can’t help you much further, Mira.” You send her a sad smile, which she returned. She quickly shoved the pieces back into her satchel and before she opened the door she turned around, holding her finger up, “I was never here.”

You pretended to lock your lips and throw the key away before Mirabel left the bakery.

With a sigh you turned back to your dough, thinking about the vision and how it might be connected to Bruno just- disappearing. Maybe there was more to it than you initially thought.

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“What is going on over there?”

You were sitting with Luisa in her room. She was still very much upset about her powers and you decided to distract her with some lame card games. It didn’t work 100%, but at least she wasn’t trying to lift things (only to sob afterward) anymore. Your game, however, was interrupted when you could hear arguing downstairs.

“Sounds like my sister, I’ll check it out,” she muttered, “Thank you, for this.” you send her a kind smile, telling her it wasn’t a problem as she left the room to figure out what was happening with Mirabel. You started humming to yourself, ordering the card back into a pile.

Suddenly you heard rumbling, the room started to shake and Casita began creaking and crumbling. You ran out of Luisa’s room, leaning over the balcony. You saw the floor between Mirabel and her Abuela splitting apart and the panels on the roof started falling down; splattering in pieces. The crack grew, splintering towards the candle. As the ceiling and walls started falling apart you realized you had to get the hell out. You saw Mirabel running towards the candle, using a ladder Casita made for her. You quickly ran across the top floor, desperate to reach that ladder and Mirabel before it all fell down. Isabela and Camilo had already fallen; their powers lost, and Casita forced them out of the house. You were nearly there, you reached your hand out to grasp onto the ladder, only to be pulled away last minute.

Someone had grasped the back of your shirt, pulling you back through a painting and inside the wall. You couldn’t see who it was, the person having a bucket covering their face. They started pulling you along through the gap in the wall, you barely had any time to register the wooden pole nearing your face; ducking your head down just in time. Before you could even process what was happening, the person smashed their head through the wall, the two of you making it out in time before the entirety of Casita collapsed. You watched with wide eyes as nothing of the house was upright, it had all crashed down. “What the- what?” you turned just couldn't believe it, how could this have happened? “Who the hell are you, what happened and wHO THE HELL-” you turned to look at the person that pulled you out of the house, stopping mid-sentence.

They had taken off the bucket, looking at you with a sad stare. You just gawked at him, wanting to say something but simply unable to. Sure, he had gotten older. His face started to get wrinkles and a few grey hairs were visible between the mob of curls; which had gotten longer. But you knew who he was, how could you ever forget the face of the man you fell in love with? Of the man who you planned to spend the rest of your life with? Of the man who betrayed you, the man who left you alone with the promise of coming back only to not show his face for ten years.

How could you forget the face of Bruno Madrigal?

You wanted to do so many things. You wanted to punch him, to hug him, to kick him where the sun didn’t shine, and to kiss him. You wanted to cry, to laugh, and to scream at him.

You couldn’t decide on what to do, though. Instead, you opted to just sit there, the grass tickling your fingers as you stared at the man.

Bruno broke eye contact after a while, playing with the end of his ruana. “Where- how-” you shook your head, taking a deep breath, “What the hell.” You were just so confused and everything was coming at you so quickly.

“I- I can explain it later.” Bruno mumbled, standing up, “I, eh, got to do something. I’ll be right back, I promise.”

You stared at him for a few seconds before you could feel your face splitting into a grin, and you started to laugh. “Promise? PROMISE? that word means nothing in your mouth!” you could hear your face cracking, but still you giggled. Purely because you were so baffled at the man in front of you. You stood up, pointing a finger towards him, “You promised you’d be back soon in that excuse of a note you wrote,” you started, yabbing the finger into his chest accusingly, “You promised you wouldn’t be long. What the HELL, Bruno?!”

“Mi vida-”

“DON’T!” you cut him off with a sneer, “You do not get to call me that, not anymore.”

“I had to leave, to protect my family. To- To protect you!” Bruno had tears welling into his eyes, his voice shaking as he did his best to explain what he could. “I didn’t get a single explanation! We were about to get married, Bruno! We were planning to start a family!”

“We- We can still-”

“Can we? How the hell am I supposed to start a family with a man that abondons family just like that?” You snapped your finger in his face, Bruno flinching at the sudden noise. You took a deep breath, forcefully wiping a tear from your cheek, “I wasn’t even sure you were alive anymore. None of us were! You don’t get to leave my life, only to return just when I was picking up the pieces! When I was just getting over you!” You were mainly sobbing at this point, but you didn’t care. This man had hurt you so deeply and he deserved to know.

Bruno looked down in embarassement and regret, “I-I’m sorry. And I can explain everything when I get back, but right now I really need to do just-uhm- one more thing.”

You just huffed in response, crossing your arms and turning around as you went to see if the others were alright after the collapse.

“I’ll be back for you, Y/N, today! I-I swear!”

You stopped in your tracks, glancing over your shoulder as you shrugged, “I’m not sure if you should bother.”

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“Y/N!” Pepa came running up to you, hugging you thight. She let out a sigh in relief, “We were so worried! We didn’t see you leave Casita!”

She pulled back, holding you on arms length. Her braid was a mess and she had obviously been crying, but she still smiled at you; until she noticed your state. “Oh, Y/N. What’s wrong, are you alright?”

You shook your head, “Bruno- he,” you blinked a few times, your brain still trying to catch up on what just happened, “He got me out of the house.” You turned your gaze back to your friend, “He was here.”

Pepa sent a sad smile, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I think you hit your head somewhere, Bruno is gone.”

“No, I swear! He was in the house.”

That’s when you realized.

He was in the house.

“That son of a bitch was in Casita.” You muttered to yourself, furrowing your brows, “The bastard!” You exclaimed, Pepa flinching and covering your mouth. “Let’s set you down and get some water.” She told you, to which you nodded. When you sat on a rock nearby you looked at her, “Pepa I swear, Bruno was here. Is here. You have to believe me.”

She nodded, patting your shoulder, “I believe you.”

She didn’t actually believe what you were babbbling, but what the hell else was she supposed to say? That her friend had completely lost it?

When she walked off to look out for Antonio, you let out a sigh. Maybe she is right, you could have bumped your head. It wouldn’t be the first time you had imagined the man to be there.

You reached into your pocket. Unfolding the note given to you 10 years ago;

Mi vida,

I don’t have a lot of time to write this down. There is no easy way to say this. That’s why I write it, haha. I have to leave for a while. I don’t know how long yet, but I promise to you that I am back soon. I’ll explain, but I can’t yet now. Please look after Mirabel and my other sobrinos.

Te amare por siempre (I love you forever),

Bruno

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noddytheornithopod · 2 years ago

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Random midnight Kokoro Mistume thoughts cuz I just watched stream recordings of SDRA2 and she’s on my mind again.

I saw someone claim that apparently LINUJ said if Kokoro had a friend when she was younger, she wouldn’t have gone down the path she did? I can’t find a verifiable source... but it actually kind of affirms my view on the character. Specifically, that she on some level felt like she was broken and a reject from society, something wrong that needed to be fixed. If someone came to accept her for who she was, then maybe her curiosity over emotions wouldn’t become the destructive obsession it did.

I also saw a suggestion that maybe the Tragedy was what changed her, but... nope, timeline doesn’t match up. She would’ve had Mikako nearly two decades before the tragedy, meaning any concerns she had about ethics were long gone by the time of SDRA2. I still wonder what made her give up said concerns though. I do think there’s some merit to the idea that if she lived and her peers were her “classmates” something akin to the childhood friend idea may have happened, because she admitted her ambitions to Sora in her free time events but showed those hesitations. Being around people who could be a positive influence but still accept her for how she was could have helped her.

Somehow didn’t discuss the relationship with Emma even though it’s a big thing with her. That might be because even with anything, the way Emma interacted with Kokoro kinda made me uncomfortable, like as an Autistic person I’ve known instances of people who were like Emma who were all “aww you just need to smile and hang out with us uwu” to me. It’s very annoying, and I mean, Kokoro is visibly annoyed by it too (I think at the party before Yuri died she’s outright like “stop treating me like a fucking child” lol, oh hey infantilisation, another common Autistic experience :v), only actually choosing to open up to Emma when she sees her TRUE feelings and isn’t acting painfully neurotypical UH I MEAN putting on the overly cheery fake personality to spy on her. We see Kokoro actually open to the true Emma and not the fake persona she puts up. In Kokoro’s dislikes she actually has people who mask/conceal their emotions listed, so Emma acting how she did probably got on her nerves even more due to this. Basically, she wanted Emma to stop fucking around and be honest with her if she really was interested in her. And like, despite Emma primarily trying to spy on Kokoro, it is hinted that she did genuinely like her.

Also, there’s the whole thing where Emma’s dad was abusive, and Kokoro was an awful absuive mother herself. I don’t think Emma knew that since I think the Voids only knew the bare minumum/what was absolutely necessary for the game, but there is a weirdly poetic subtext you could gleam from that. Kokoro wasn’t just killed by her own “child”, but another child of an abusive parent. I guess I feel like if Emma properly knew this, her disdain for Kokoro would be way more obvious after the second trial (and okay you could argue there’s an issue of not spoiling things for the amnesiacs because plot, but still). Still, the fact she got pissed off at her and killed her is kinda interesting as said. Do I think they could’ve been friends? Maybe, but probably not in the way I see a lot of people imagining them in fandom (and shipping them), Emma I think needs to accept that if she wants Kokoro to like her then she needs to meet her on her level, even if that includes emotional vulnerability. Kokoro on the other hand would probably need to be more sensitive and respect Emma’s boundaries. But eh, I hate being a cop in fandom, we have too much of that shit, so I’m not gonna complain to people for not following my specific read on characters.

#sdra2 #kokoro mitsume #emma magorobi

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patt-writes-stuff · 3 years ago

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Violetgrass (Xiao x f!reader)

Pairing: Yan!Xiao x f!reader

Word count: 6.7K+

Warnings: not the most canon complaint cuz the timeline for the archon War is a little blurry? Angst with no happy ending, major and repeated character death, semi-detailed descriptions of blood, injuries, and violence. Unhealthy and toxic relationships, yandere themes, mentions of stalking, controlling behavior, mentions of kid-napping, forced captivity. Unhealthy mindsets and generally xiao’s kinda slowly losing his sanity. Some delusions. Allusions of starvation/dehydration (it’s like one sentence). Pleas do not read this if any of the previously mentioned topics trigger you in any way.

Genre: Angst and Yandere

Tags/Aus: Mythology Au, Reincarnation Au

Summary: You and Xiao were lovers during the Archon War. You were his paradise, his bliss, and, unfortunately, a fragile mortal who was taken away far too soon. However Celestina was kind enough, or perhaps cruel enough, to bring you back to Xiao, only to rip you out of his loving embrace once more. This happens again and again, each time far more painfully than the last. Even an Adeptus such as Xiao can only take so much before he snaps though. This time, he’s gonna make sure that no one, not even you, can take his bliss away.

A/N: This is my piece for the Attack on Academia Mythology Au Collab!! Be sure to check the rest of them, they’re all super awesome and made by amazing writers!

You’ve heard the myth about the Vigilant Yaksha and the violetgrass maiden, haven’t you?

It’s said that the two are eternally intertwined, destined to love each other, only to be ripped apart by both her mortality and the cruelty of the gods. The tale itself goes like this…

The first time the Adeptus and his mortal lover met was back when the Archon War was still roaring. The smell of blood and misery filled the air and Rex Lapis had yet to claim his title as the Geo Archon. Despite this, some managed to find joy and serenity in these troubling periods.

The maiden was one of those people. She found joy in frolicking through the fields and climbing the highest mountains to collect qingxin flowers and, her personal favorite, violetgrass, whenever she had the time. Though climbing up the steep mountains and jagged peaks of Liyue was indeed dangerous, the damsel had become quite skilled at climbing, her hold rarely ever slipping, no falls or cuts of any sort.

Until one day, the maiden was climbing up a particular mountain. It was a troublesome one, for there were no proper footholds or protruding stones to grab on to. Still, the pretty violetgrass that was just a foot or two away from her, swaying gently with the wind, was far too tempting to not collect. It would look so lovely in a flower crown, or maybe a vase, perhaps she could flatten it out to make a bookmark or-

A piercing shriek escaped the mortal. Whilst her thoughts had been elsewhere, she’d stopped on a small ledge that was far too fragile to support her weight, the rock beneath the maiden gave away to nothing before she could react.

She shut their eyes tightly, bracing herself for an impact that would surely leave her battered and bruised, if not dead.

However, it never came.

Instead, she was caught mid-air by a pair of strong arms that secured their hold under the mortal woman’s knees and neck. She didn’t open her eyes right away, for fear that she would still fall, choosing instead to catch their breath. Once her savior landed safely on the ground, something she was able to detect due to the thud of shoes against the earth, she slowly opened her eyes.

Upon opening them, her eyes met with the piercing amber eyes of a young man with dark hair (the color of the ocean at night, she thought dreamily) with pretty teal bangs framing his even prettier face. His brows were furrowed slightly, thin lips twisted into what seemed to be a permanent frown. In her still dazed state, she couldn’t help but think that he was far too handsome to look so dreadfully serious.

After an intense moment of eye contact, perhaps too intense for two strangers that had met only seconds prior, he let her go in a rather unceremonious manner, causing her to squawk in surprise, knees buckling under the unexpected weight. She had not yet had a chance to gather her bearings after such a terrifying event.

Instead of asking if she was alright, the young man simply said, in a rather crude and callous manner, “You should be more careful, mortal. If I hadn’t been there to catch you, you would’ve surely broken your neck.”

She gawked at him. Mortal? Why would he refer to her in such an… odd way?

The maiden looked at him up and down, as if trying to understand just what was wrong with this poor man. Suddenly, it struck her. She’d been an absolute idiot to not have noticed sooner. From the tattoo that adorned his right arm to the way he held himself, it had been so obvious.

Her savior was an Adeptus.

He wasn’t just an Adeptus, no. He was much more than that. He was one of the Adepti who served under Rex Lapis. He was one of the five Yakshas who kept her and the people of Liyue safe if the mask tied to his belt was any indication. And instead of killing demons or evil gods, he’d taken the time to save her.

Before she could muster an adequate thank you, he, who she’d now realized was Adeptus Xiao, was already leaving, uttering a quick “Please be careful,” on his way.

Quickly, and without really thinking, she grabbed onto his wrist, blabbering out the words, “Wait, don’t go! You must allow me to repay you for your generous actions!”

The amber-eyed Adeptus opened his mouth, ready to declare that it was unnecessary, but before he could, the damsel spoke up, “I could cook you something in return. How about almond tofu?” with a small giggle she added, “I assure you it’s sweeter than those dreams you eat.”

To both of their surprises, Xiao uttered a quiet, almost shy, “Yes.”

The Adeptus didn’t know what had come over him. All he knew is that there was something about the way her eyes sparkled and her lips moved, her soothing, melodious voice. It made his heart pound in a way it never had before.

And so, she cooked him some almond tofu, and they- well, she- talked as he ate the mouthwatering sweet.

He came back the day after that one and the one after that, followed on by the one after that, and so on. Xiao hadn’t meant to, really he hadn’t. But there was something about the maiden that just brought him a peace he had never experienced before. Her warm embrace and soft, gentle words were all he needed to keep fighting, to keep living, even. She was his paradise, his bliss. It wasn’t long until they were mutually infatuated with one another, deeply in love.

Every time he would visit her home, he would always bring her the flowers she so adored. Glaze lilies, silk flowers, and of course, violetgrass. Xiao had even gifted her a small broach, one made of the finest noctilucous jade, shaped like the downturned purple flower.

Unfortunately, everything is temporary for those punished with immortality.

The first time Xiao lost his maiden was, as he remembers, a rainy day. Despite the dreary weather, she had decided to go violetgrass picking since they’re always best picked after the rain.

But, dear Archons, what a dreadful idea that had been.

While the purple flower is indeed best picked after it rains, it is also the time when rocks are most… slippery.

So, as the maiden was climbing up the steep mountains of Juyen Karst, her right hand’s hold on the rock slipped, causing her palm to be cut open by a particularly jagged piece of stone. She hissed in, watching as blood began to ooze out. Panic started to seep in, there was no ledge for her to tend to her wound, and the cut was far too big for her to continue to climb up or down.

Dread began to fill her to her very core, she felt burning hot with unchecked anxiety, fear begging to settle into her gut in the most uncomfortable of manners. She should have waited for Xiao as he had asked of her. Ever since they had first met, a year ago to the day, he’d been so adamant on wanting to go with her to ensure her safety. She’d only wanted to surprise him with some when he returned home. The maiden was so sure it would’ve been a romantic anniversary gift, seeing as they were the cause of their meeting…

She’d been such a fool.

The violetgrass maiden attempted to climb down but Celestia seemed to laugh at her feeble attempts. She stretched her leg, trying to find the foothold she had used previously. However, her foot slipped and before she knew it, she was falling, just as she had been a year ago.

Horror filled her lungs, making it hard for her to breathe, her life flashed before her eyes, and then suddenly she remembered some words her lover had uttered to her one night under the glow of the moonlight when it was but the two of them in each other’s arms:

“If you awake to a knife at your throat, if monsters dig their claws into you, if death comes knocking at your door, call out my name, Adeptus Xiao. I will be here when you call.”

And so she called, at the top of her lungs, as loud as she could muster. The seconds seemed to turn to hours as she shut her eyes and waited to feel the strong arms of her lover, to hear the safety of his heartbeat.

But it never came.

Or rather, it came too late.

By the time Xiao had finished up the demonic creatures that threatening Liyue, by the time he’d answered her call, he was already too late.

Upon manifesting in the air out of nothing, he was greeted by the side of his love’s pitiful, mortal body. Her garments were bloody, the basket she carried her flowers in laid a few feet away from her body,her neck bent in a painfully awkward way.

Xiao felt so helpless. He was so helpless.

He could do no more than hold back the tears stinging his eyes and attempting to shake her awake.

The second time Xiao met the maiden was no more than a century after the first time. The Archon War was not yet over and sickness plagued every nook and cranny, taking the lives of hundreds upon thousands.

The two star-crossed lovers were reunited one clear summer night when the maiden was wandering aimlessly through the fields of Lingju Pass. She knew it was dangerous during these times, especially with how ill she had been feeling as of late. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to care. She’d already spent hours tossing and turning in her bed. Sleep, however, refused to come. Instead, she felt the overwhelming urge to leave the safety of her bed and go there. It was as if someone had tied a rope around her waist and was tugging at it persistently, insisting she follows.

And so she followed.

Upon reaching a clearing, she froze. In front of her very eyes was a sitting Stonehide Lawachurl, the type even the fiercest warriors in your village struggled with. The maiden quickly started backing away, praying to the Lord of Geo that it wouldn’t sense her presence. Her prayers were in vain, however, for as soon as the thought escaped her, she stepped on a twig, making it snap and effectively alerting the fearsome monster of her presence.

She shook in terror as parts of the Lawachurl’s rocky exterior began to glow with geo elemental energy. She hadn’t expected anything of the sort to happen so she hadn’t brought her sword, meaning she couldn’t exactly fight it, definitely not without a vision at least. Running wasn’t much of an option considering her body’s weak and ill state. She could try to outrun it, sure, but it wouldn’t be long before she was driven to a coughing fit because of it.

Before life had a chance to flash before her eyes, a masked young man appeared. Distantly, she recognized him as one of the adepti and watched him easily defeat the Stonehide Lawachurl with a series of short, consecutive plunges. She couldn’t help but watch him, mouth agape in an expression of pure, unadulterated awe. The Adeptus didn’t even need a claymore to break through the creature’s thick, hard exterior. As bad as she felt for not assisting him, she knew she weren’t exactly in any position to lend a hand. Not that she needed to, though, for soon enough the monster crumbled into nothing but red and black smoke.

After a second of panting over the remains of what was left of the creature, polearm in hand, Xiao turned to her and felt his blood run cold.

It was her.

How could it be her? She had died long ago. He knew she had, he’d cradled her cold body as tears streamed down his face. He’d taken her lifeless body back to her family. He’d left flowers at her grave.

This had to be some sort of sick joke, he thought, perhaps the karmic debt was finally getting to him, just like it had his fellow Yakshas.

Suddenly, his amber eyes zeroed in on a broach she had pinned to her dress. A Violetgrass broach, to be exact. Made of noctilucous jade, just like the one he had given her. The one he’d made for her with his own hands. There was no denying it was the very one. Only, how could that be? He had ensured it had been buried with you…

But it was an indisputable fact. That broach was the one he had made for his love and the woman before him was her. It was her from her wide eyes, fixated on him with the same wonder they had always had when they looked at him. Her hair was the same color and texture, and it framed her face in the same way. It was her.

The beginnings of tears stung at his eyes. Perhaps Celestia had brought you back? Perhaps they’d finally realized, just as he had always known, that her death was cruel and unfair. That it wasn’t meant to be. That she was meant to be in his arms, happy and safe.

“Uhm- excuse me, Adeptus Xiao, are you alright?” She inquired worriedly, eyes solely on him, filled to the brim with concern.

‘Oh Archons’, he couldn’t help but think distantly, ‘I’ve missed her voice.’

Instead of running up to her and crushing him in his loving embrace, he stayed where he was, took off his mask, nodded briskly, swallowing as if to avoid the tightness in his throat. She didn’t seem to remember him yet, so there was no use in frightening her.

Before he could muster up the courage to speak to her, his love began to cough furiously, though she attempted to cover it up. She didn’t want to be rude to her savior, after all.

“Ha, pardon me, sir, I’ve just been feeling a bit under the weather is all,” she told him feebly.

He nodded brusquely, before uttering, “I shall return you home safely.”

“Oh no, I assure you, you’ve done more than enough for me. I can’t ask that of you,” she fumbled hurriedly, though his words were more of a statement than a question.

Xiao had never been one for unnecessary- or at least what he thought were unnecessary- words, so instead of saying anything, the Adeptus simply grabbed her by the waist and teleported you home, after asking where home was, of course.

The next day, the Yaksha visited the maiden’s home, a bushel of violetgrass flowers in hand. She’d been understandably surprised, yet thrilled that the dark-haired man was visiting her. She hadn’t expected someone as busy as him to make time for a regular person such as herself, especially not during these times.

“These are my favorite flowers, y’know? They’re just so beautiful,” the maiden exclaimed gleefully.

He did know. That had been one of the reasons he had brought them to her. The second reason was because of what happened last time, in her previous life, he supposed. Celestia had been kind enough to gift him a second chance with his love, and he was going to ensure that it did not go to waste.

And so, every day he would visit her. Some days he would bring silk flowers, or glaze lilies, while other days he would bring her loach pearls and core lapis. Not a day went by where he would not appear in front of the damsel’s house, a gift in hand, ready to hear her ramble about whatever that beautiful brain of hers desired to prattle on about.

“You’re simply too generous Xiao,” she’d told him playfully while she laid in her bed, as she was still unwell, the Adeptus seated in a plush chair next to it. “There has to be something I can give you in return for everything. I won’t take no for an answer.”

He thought for a moment, before asking, tentatively, “Do you know how to make almond tofu?”

He’d never forget her dazzling smile that day, as she shakily got out of her bed, latching onto the support he offered while she gathered her bearings, and marched to her kitchen, enthusiastically preparing the sweet treat as she talked about a book she’d been reading, one that’d been gifted to her by a friend, titled Moonlit Bamboo Forest.

The lovers did this every day for months. Xiao brought her some medicinal tea that Rex Lapis himself said could cure her ailments. They did indeed begin to see improvement in her health and Xiao couldn’t help but feel immense relief. This time, he wouldn’t lose her for certain.

Until the plagues reached her village.

She’d been one of the first to catch it since the village doctor came to check on her so often, he’d spread it to her. The plague, coupled with her previous illness, weakened her body in a manner of days. One day, Xiao went to get some medicine his fellow adepti had guaranteed would help the maiden feel better.

When he returned later that day, however, he found her body in the bed, cold and without a pulse, the stench of death and sickness thick in the air.

That was the second time he had lost her.

The third time the star-crossed lovers met was long after the archon war. Liyue was now its own nation with its own name, the great center of wealth and commerce. The Yakshas were now a thing of the past, having succumbed to their karmic debt. Eventually, they all fell in one way or another.

All but Xiao, who remained a constant throughout it all.

Over the past decade or so, Xiao had taken to staying at the Wangshu Inn when he wasn’t slaying monsters. The people were nice enough, though he had long given up on attempting to form emotional connections with others. It would only lead to grief, just like it had when he’d lost his love or his fellow Yakshas, and there was only so much grief anyone, mortal or not, could take before their thread of sanity snapped in half. And with his Karmic Debt being as bad as it was…

As Xiao sat at the edge of the balcony of the Wangshu Inn, legs dangling below, he couldn’t help but think of her, his maiden. He wondered if, perhaps, Celestia would give him a third chance and bring her back to him. Honestly, the Adeptus wasn’t sure he wanted a third chance with her. While he did miss the sound of her heartbeat and the sweet words she’d utter to him and only him, he doubted he could bear the pain of having her ripped away from him once again.

It’s as if Celestia was taunting Xiao. As if the Archons above were bored and found some sick amusement in his pain as if his emotions were nothing but a game to them. What other explanations were there for what happened next?

“Um- excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?” An angelic voice he knew far too well, missed far too much, spoke.

Xiao looked up and lo and behold, it was her. Same hair, same eyes, same violetgrass broach.

She stood behind him clutching a plate of something, though the angle wouldn’t allow him to make up what it was. Her face adorned that same anxious smile of hers and he could feel himself falling in love with the maiden all over again. He knew he should say no. He shouldn’t allow her back in, not when he’s already lost her so many times before, not when they’d both suffered so much just by being together.

He nodded before looking away.

He shouldn’t but he would.

“I hope you don’t mind me intruding on your quiet time,” she said softly once she had settled beside him. When he made no indication of answering, she continued, “To be honest, you just seemed so… sad, melancholic even. Something about it, even if I don’t really know you, doesn’t sit right with me. It makes my heart feel heavy.”

The violetgrass maiden received no response, except for a soft grunt of acknowledgment, so small she wasn’t sure she hadn’t imagined it. Still, it was all she needed to perk up and stretch her arms out, offering him the plate she’d been holding.

“Here, I got this for you,” she told him, “word around the streets is you’ve got quite an appetite for it! Though this is my first time staying at the Inn, so I’m not sure if it’s any good here.”

Xiao looked at her, amber eyes filled with love. He was glad to know that, despite living through many lives now, she was still the girl he’d met back then, as sweet as he’d remembered her, just as caring.

He shouldn’t have but he took the plate from her hands and began to eat.

Instead of saying anything, she simply watched him as he ate, a silly little smile making its way to her face. The look on his lady’s face had him growing hot and turning beet red

“So,” he coughed out, embarrassed, “where’d you get a broach like that?”

“Oh, this one?” She inquired, pointing at the shiny violetgrass broach, “I found it lying on the ground one day when I was out picking lotus heads for dinner. I asked just about everyone in Liyue Harbor if it was theirs, but no luck. I eventually decided to just keep it for myself. It is a shame though, whoever lost it must truly be upset over losing such a beautiful piece of jewelry. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

He nodded along, thinking that, well, the broach actually was with its owner.

“It’s as if it were fate though,” she prattled on happily, watching the stars as she talked, “Violeygrass is my very favorite, always has been really. Though, I’ve always been too scared to climb up for them myself. You see, ever since I was little, I’ve had this recurring nightmare where I fell to my death while collecting some.”

The Adeptus stilled for a second, tense. She hadn’t ever brought up dreams about her past life. Maybe this time was different, maybe she’d remember what he did!

“Oh my Archons,” she exclaimed, face warm with embarrassment, scratching the back of her head sheepishly, “I’ve been going on and on! I’m so sorry, something about you feels so familiar. It makes me feel like I can tell you just about everything. Is that weird?”

His heart was racing like it hadn’t in years, decades even.

“You can tell me whatever you want,” he answered shortly, “I don’t mind listening. You have a nice voice.”

The maiden covered her hands with her face, flustered, and Xiao let out a rare smile, soft and gentle. This time would be different. He’d make sure of it.

After that day, the maiden began to visit the Wangshu Inn often, whenever she could spare time away from her job. Unbeknownst to her, however, Xiao followed at a distance when she wasn’t visiting him, to ensure her safety. He knew it wasn’t right, truly, but he had no other choice. He had to, or else he’d risk losing her to an accident such as last time, fall ill again, attacked by monsters or, Celestia forbid, be kidnapped by a group of treasure hoarders.

He’d have to get rid of any and all threats.

So, Xiao continued to follow his maiden from a distance, he made sure she was in tip-top shape, and ruthlessly slaughtering all enemies that he deemed a threat to her, until he was certain nothing would take her away from him again.

Except for one threat. Himself.

The third time he’d lost her was on a beautiful night, not that Xiao could remember it well. His love had insisted on the two of them taking a walk. She’d reasoned that the cool night air would help him regain control. His karmic debt had been weighing on him an awful lot recently and she simply couldn’t bear to see him in such excruciating pain.

The walk had started off rather pleasantly, as far as Xiao could remember. He could remember nudging his hand against hers, wanting to hold it but being far too shy to do so. With a laugh and a teasing remark, the maiden interlaced their fingers, bringing up their hands to place a gentle kiss on his, making the tips of his ears redden in bashfulness. They’d walked a little further until they encountered a group of hilichurls accompanied by a pyro abyss mage. Without skipping a beat, Xiao stepped in front of his lover, polearm appearing in his hand.

And then…

Everything went dark. Xiao’s mind was nothing but a void, pain exploded in every inch of his body as his karmic debt returned in full force to punish him for the slaughtering he’d committed.

When he came to, his mind was hazy, unsure of what had occurred. The Yaksha sat up, ignoring the way his muscles protested against it, and looked around, trying to make sense of what had happened and where he was.

Xiao froze when his eyes locked onto her pitiful body laying a few feet ahead of him in the grass surrounded by arrowheads and broken hilichurl masks, blood turning ice-cold. If he ignored the gashes across her body, the ones that were unmistakably made by the bloody spear he was clutching and not some hilichurl club or bow and arrow, and the blood that stained her pretty garments, he could almost fool himself into thinking she was asleep.

This had been his doing.

After a few beats of stunned silence, the dark-haired Adeptus lurched forward grabbing onto her cold body and shaking ruthlessly, calling out her name frantically, as if it would make his love wake up, make her cradle his face lovingly and ask why he’d been crying.

Xiao looked up onto the sky scornfully, looking up at Celestia with nothing short of pure, unadulterated loathing. He was willing to bet they were all mocking him right now, laughing at how weak and pathetic he was, at how time after time, he’d failed to love her enough, to keep her alive. They did this on purpose he was sure of it, those bastards. Well, if they could play dirty like this, so could he. He’d get her back, he’d keep her alive by his side.

And just like that, Xiao’s thread of sanity snapped.

“You can’t take her away from me anymore,” he spoke to the sky nonsensically, “I won’t let you. I don’t care what I have to do, who I have to kill, you won’t take my bliss away from me again.”

“That story was quite depressing,” Chongyun stated, ceasing his footsteps to look to his friend, Xingqiu.

“Ah yes, it is indeed, my liege,” the navy blue-haired gentleman agreed, “However, I’m glad this book included the whole myth, instead of making me wait for the next volume like the last one.”

The light blue-haired boy rolled his eyes before saying, “As much as I appreciated you reading the book aloud, I don’t see how this aids us in our search for (Y/N).”

The reason the boys had been searching across all of Liyue, was because their aforementioned friend had mysteriously gone missing. Everything had been as it normally was until one day, (Y/N) didn’t show up at her job in the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, something that was incredibly unusual of her, especially without a warning to her boss or coworkers. This led Hu Tao, with the insistence of Zhongli, to ask Chongyun and Xingqiu, two of (Y/N)’s friends, for help in the search for her. They had also contacted the milelith, but they had told them that she’d not been missing for long enough to warrant a search party. The two had, of course, been quick to help, though Xingqiu had been rather enraptured in a book of Liyue Myths, simply insisting he’d have to take it with him so he could read while he searched for her.

“But my liege,” Xingqiu exclaimed playfully, golden eyes shining with mirth, “this story is of utmost importance in our search for our beloved friend. Why, for all we know, (Y/N) might’ve been kidnapped by the Vigilant Yaksha himself! She has always had a habit of climbing mountains to pick violetgrass like the maiden in the book”

“Do not be so ridiculous,” Chongyun said, rolling his eyes, “I doubt an Adeptus such as himself would ever commit such an atrocity of that degree against a citizen of Liyue. Besides, that myth is incredibly old and there’s very little evidence that proves its validity. It’s more likely that (Y/N) was taken by a demon. That is why I asked you to accompany me to Wuwang Hill.”

“I was simply joking Chongyun,” he said with a laugh before turning solemn, “However, regretfully I feel as though it is time for the two of us to return to Liyue Harbor for the day. You’ve just about run out of popsicles and with this heat, I have no doubt you’ll overheat if we keep going.”

“I’m afraid you’re right,” The blue-eyed boy admitted. “I hope (Y/N) is alright wherever she is.”

“I do as well,” Xingqiu agreed, “Perhaps Hu Tao and Zhongli have had more luck.”

Chongyun nodded, “Xiangling also said she’d ask her customers if they’d seen her.”

With that, the two boys made their way back to Lihue Harbor, oblivious to just how true Xingqiu’s joke had been.

Xiao sighed as he climbed up the stairs of Wangshu Inn up to his room. Of course, he did not need sleep, it was a mortal need in and of itself, or a room for that matter but Verr Goldet had insisted that he should have his own space, somewhere he could rest after long days of slaughtering demons such as this one.

The Adeptus turned the door handle, opening the door of an empty, pristine room. While the room had all of the furniture the other Inn rooms had, it still felt unnervingly empty, without any clothes or trinkets laying around. The only personal object of Xiao’s in the room was an orange teapot that rested on the nightstand.

Quickly, Xiao opened the tea pot’s lid, and within seconds he was standing in front of a Liyue style mansion, surrounded by mountains that he crafted to look like the ones from when the two of you had met all those centuries ago. Eager to see you, Xiao ignored Tubby’s greetings and opened the front door, making quick work of taking off his shoes before climbing the stairs to the second floor, where your room was.

He opened the door to find you sat atop your bed, alert and glaring at him fiercely. The Adeptus rolled his amber eyes, it seemed you were still trying to act out and be defiant. Looking around your room, mostly to make sure you hadn’t tried to smash the windows with the desk chair like last time (you seemed to not comprehend the fact that there was no escaping the serenetea pot, since it was a world Xiao himself had created), his eyes settled on the plate of bamboo shoot soup he’d left for you this morning, along with a still filled to the brim cup of water. He narrowed his eyes at that. It simply wouldn’t do. You’d been here for about a week now and you still refused to eat or drink anything he brought you, except for a few nibbles and sips he’d managed to threaten coax out of you. Xiao, admittedly, didn’t know very much about humans, but he did know they needed to eat and drink to stay alive. He’d learned that the hard way on his last few tries.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Xiao inquired before adding, “If you don’t like this food you should come out and say it. I can ask Smiley Yanxiao for something that suits your taste more.”

You let out a poorly suppressed scoff. This nut-job didn’t seem to get that out of all the things wrong in this situation, the last thing you were concerned about was the food. Dear Archons, just what is wrong with this man? First, he had the gall of taking you captive one evening when you were going home from work and now he had the audacity to expect you to act like a complacent little toy and go along with this insanity?

And to think that when you’d first met him whilst accompanying the Traveler and Paimon, who had been commissioned by Director Hu Tao to gather some cor lapis for a client’s ceremony, you’d been absolutely smitten with the awkward and stoic Adeptus. Everything from his pretty black hair to his captivating bright eyes had your knees weak. So much so that you’d ignored all of the red flags, like how he’d stare at you in such an intense manner, with eyes fixated on you and only you, how he seemed to distrust Aether, a trusted friend of his, when it came to him accompanying you, or how as soon as you’d met you had the horrible sensation of being watched at all times of the day. Just thinking back to all the warning signs you’d missed made your skin crawl. Perhaps if you hadn’t been such a lovesick idiot you’d be at home right now or eating dinner with Chongyun and Xingqiu, trying out one of Xianglings crazy concoctions containing slime condensate or whopper flower nectar.

Instead, you were trapped in an artificial world, in a room that looked horrifyingly similar to your own back home.

You were snapped out of your reverie by Xiao moving closer to your bed.

“Let me go home,” you said, hating how your voice cracked at the end. You felt so pathetic, you always prided yourself on being a headstrong independent person, and here you were, cowering at his closeness and avoiding all eye contact, as if looking at his pain filled eyes would ruin you.

“You are home,” he retorted, his voice bordering on delusion, “This is your home. This is where you're safe. Where you stay alive and I get to keep you forever.”

Xiao stretched out his arm, as if to cradle your cheek in his hand but before he got to you flinched away, backing away from him as far as you could, back hitting the headboard. You looked away, trying to ignore how guilty the pain that flashed through his eyes made you feel. You shouldn’t be the one feeling guilty. He should be. He’s the one that stole you away from your home. He’s the one that ruined your life.

You look down at the violetgrass broach clasped onto your blouse in nothing short of complete and utter loathing. You’d been so captivated by it when you’d first found it at the antique shop while window shopping with Mr. Zhongli.

It had been exactly six months since you’d moved away from your home in the sleepy Qingce Village in exchange for a job at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and a quaint apparently in the bustling city of Liyue Harbor. To celebrate, your coworker (and the person you had been shadowing in order to learn the ropes of the funeral business) Mr. Zhongli had insisted on going to Third-Round Knockout for some dinner. You’d been a bit hesitant at first, mostly because you knew well of the elegant gentleman’s habit of forgetting his wallet, but you enjoyed hearing his stories far too much to say no. Something about his retellings of stories about the Adepti just enraptured you.

Afterward, the two of you had decided to walk around the city and look at the displays in shops, since you had decided that your hard work warranted splurging a little as a reward of sorts. You had of course asked Mr. Zhongli to join you since he had such exquisite taste and an eye for the authentic, you valued his opinion greatly.

That’s how the two of you ended up at Xigu Antiques, browsing the display case. All of a sudden, your eyes zeroed in on a broach that resembles a little violetgrass plant, its downturned leaves made up of what you could only guess was noctilucous jade. It was, for lack of a better word, stunning.

“Mr. Zhongli,” you exclaimed, tugging at his sleeve to call his attention away from a porcelain teapot with gold little geo symbols as decoration, “what do you think of this one? It’s quite beautiful isn’t it?”

The dark-haired man looked at the broach you were pointing at before going tense, a small gasp escaping him as his beautiful amber eyes widened slightly. You looked at him in concern, you’d never seen the man come this close to losing his composure.

“Oh,” he said, clearing his throat, “is this the one you’re thinking of purchasing? I’d advise against it. Even by just a mere glance, I can tell it is not made of real noctilucous jade.”

Strangely, you felt as though he wasn’t being truthful with you.

“Well, that’s alright. I don’t really care about the authenticity and it’s pretty cheap. If it is a fake, I don’t really have much to lose. Plus, I’ve always loved violetgrass. This broach could be like a little homage to that!” You answered, letting out a little giggle.

“You’ve heard of the Vigilant Yaksha and the violetgrass maiden, am I correct?” He asked.

“Oh, yes I have! My Gran used to tell it to me and the rest of the village children back when I was young. It always made me so sad, how they can never be together. It was pretty silly now that I think about it, but I would bawl my eyes out every time. The rest of the kids would tease me a bit but I just couldn’t control it,” you reminisced.

“I- well, yes in any case, they say that anyone who possesses that broach will be cursed to meet the same fate,” Zhongli added, trying his best to dissuade you from buying the old broach, dread creeping into his stomach as he thought of what might happen to you- to the both of you.

“Of course you’d believe old supersticiones, Mr. Zhongli,” you said, letting out a lighthearted laugh that could make any heart, even one of stone, melt, “it’s very on brand! However, I’m sure there’s no need to be worried, after all, it’s nothing but an old myth! And even if it is real, you yourself said that it’s not made of the real stuff.”

Before Zhongli could figure a way to change the unchangeable, you had already purchased the broach. As you kept on leading the funeral consultant around the streets of Liyue Harbor, bag in hand, prattling on about anything and everything, he couldn’t help but feel his heart sink. A single thought, the same one you would later have, crossed his mind.

If only you hadn’t bought that goddamned broach.

In a fit of anger and desperation, you ripped the detested broach off of your shirt, throwing it at Xiao. You hoped it would somehow break into millions of tiny pieces.

After a beat of silence, Xiao spoke, “Eat.”

“No,” you yelled, before breaking down into a fit of angry sob, “I hate you!”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Xiao lurched forward so close your noses were almost touching, and for a second you think he’s gonna hit you but instead, he simply rests his forehead on yours and closes his eyes. When he pulls away, your sobs have waned into hiccups. Without saying so much as a word Xiao clasps the violetgrass broach onto your shirt, where it belongs.

“Eat,” is all he says, placing the now lukewarm soup into your hands.

Scared, tired, and sad, you do as he said, taking small sips of the admittedly tasty dish. He does nothing more than stare at her with those intense amber eyes of his for a few minutes before turning around and heading towards the door.

Before he leaves he turns his head back to look at her and says, “I don’t care if you don’t like me. Hate me for all I care. As long as you stay alive I don’t care.”

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I love your hcs so much, they’re always so well thought out and just warm. When you have the time could I please get modern Bertholdt relationship hcs? Ilysm

modern bertholdt relationship hc’s!

yes, yes, yes! i luv bert, he is so cute 🥺 i also really like his character. i say that about all of the characters LOL but still. i think yams did a great job creating all of these characters and how he made them change and grow. i’m glad there isn’t like a single character that is static in any way. in what i write though, he’s a pretty different character because it’s modern au. we chillin’ tho. also, thank you! i’m glad you enjoy my content, love! ٩(*•͈ ꇴ •͈*)و ̑̑❀

modern!bertholdt x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol.

shy boy.

the first time you guys met would be at a college party that reiner dragged him to. he honestly didn’t want to go, but reiner was able to talk him into it, saying he would have fun.

tried to stick to reiner the whole time, but managed to lose him at some point. bert honestly just decided to sit alone, observing everyone.

he wasn’t sure if it would be polite to leave or not! he didn’t even like drinking, which was what everyone was doing.

so far, reiner lied, he wasn’t having fun.

that was until you approached him. you didn’t want to see someone not enjoying themselves at an event that was supposed to be fun.

like bertholdt, you didn’t see the point in drinking though, and it seemed like you two were the only sober ones in the sea of college students.

you and bert would get along really well either because you were shy and quiet just like him, or you were loud and outgoing, trying to lift his mood somehow.

it turns out to be very effective, believe it or not. he’s glad to have someone keep him company since reiner ditched him.

you have a real long discussion about the meaning of life and other random philosophical things.

lowkey see him a a philosophy major. really suits his quiet, observant nature.

he gets a text from reiner later saying that he left the party with someone and that he didn’t have to wait up to leave.

tiny tall boy sighs, telling you his friend left, and that he might leave soon cuz that was the only reason he came.

you of course ask for his number so that you guys can keep in contact and hang out sometimes. let’s be real, there was a ~connection~ between you guys and you wanted to see where it went.

so, he agrees, and now you guys are friends!

he’s still really shy though, so you have to make the first move or else nothing will happen between you two unless someone else were to intervene.

you asked him out. date place? a museum! he really enjoys them and wants to interpret the art with you.

while you two are out, he grabs your hand in his. it’s cute, really. he’s so nervous about it, too, blushing like a madman.

your new favorite thing is finding ways to fluster him. kiss his cheek in public? blushing and fidgety. hold his hand? blushing again.

reiner loves teasing him about how nervous he gets around you, to which he always replies with a rushed, “shut up!”

over time though, he grows more comfortable around you and less nervous. he still gets flustered so easily though, don’t worry. your fun with that isn’t over.

he’s like a little puppy, he loves when you pet his hair and run your fingers through it affectionately, even if he is taller than you.

i see his love language as physical touch, so he will constantly hug you and make contact with you in any way he can. definitely feels most comfortable holding your hand when you guys are in public.

he likes it when you sit on his lap, arms wrapped around your middle, just kinda sitting there, relishing in the warmth you share together.

he is a funny man, he loves cracking jokes and you laugh at all of them because somehow, even if they’re not funny, they have you snorting.

he will be the big spoon, but it seems more like it’s split halfway. he definitely enjoys being the little spoon even though he’s a tall boy. it makes him feel less vulnerable if he’s wrapped up in your arms.

kithes. he has the softest lips, always applying lip balm, so kissing him is so pleasant. plus he’s such a gentle giant? always asks if he can kiss you before he does.

cradles your neck so softly with one hand as the other is on your waist or hip when he kisses you.

shy, but will square up if anyone says something to hurt you, or if anyone upsets you. man goes to the gym with reiner often so he is swole and ready to fight.

oH wait, okay, speaking of swole bert, he has like nice biceps and one of your favorite things is to cling to his arm when you’re together, pressed into his side, hands wrapped around his upper arm.

you love, love, love to feel his muscles. it’s kinda hot to you that he looks like so well put together, and is secretly BUILT.

also, since he is so stronk, you love getting piggy backs from him or have him carry you!

since we’re all over the place with these headcanons, i just feel it in my left ass cheek that he loves giving you forehead kisses.

you’re studying together and you fall asleep? he will give you a soft kiss to your forehead.

presses a kiss to the top of your head when you fall asleep on him as you’re watching a movie.

you’re the most obnoxious couple to watch movies with. you guys are always talking about what’s going on, discussing what it means and if you ever have a movie night with friends, expect them to tell you guys to shut the fuck up.

i love the idea of when you guys move in together, he tries so hard to cook for you, but he’s a disaster in the kitchen so you have to make something for you guys after he failed whatever he was making.

sometimes will fuck up his dish and be like, “... so, what do you want on your pizza?” as he pulls out his phone LOL.

sometimes he manages to successfully make something though. you cherish those times because it’s really not half bad.

still really rare though.

sorry, but bert chews with his mouth open so you’re gonna have to yell at him a lot before he begins to close his mouth while eating.

sees you’re into skin care so he starts asking you to help him make a skin care routine. he loves to have face masks on while you guys settle down for the night, watching stupid youtube videos together.

secretly loves disney movies. he would be watching frozen 2 when he thought you wouldn’t be home for another few hours. he scrambles to turn it off but as he’s fiddling with the remote, he just turns up the volume and you’re just like, “wait! restart it! i haven’t seen it yet!”

you go get changed into his clothes comfy clothes and snuggle in beside him, telling him to press play.

all the while he’s like what the fuck?

c’mon bert. don’t you know disney movies are for everyone? like you would judge him for that, smh.

he texts you pictures of cute animals all the time either saying “you,” or “reminded me of you.”

he’s so PRECIOUS.

speaking of pictures, you have a whole ass vault of pictures you have of him sleeping. it’s no secret that he sleeps in the weirdest positions. you get concerned sometimes, thinking that he’s going to kill himself in his sleep, but he’s fine thus far.

you have a funny picture of him as your phone screensaver, so when it lights up around your friends he gets shy and flustered as everyone laughs.

grumbles under his breath but you just give him kisses which flusters him even more.

overall, tall, shy boy is good boyfie. silly and very sweet. be sure to give him tons of back hugs and he will be wrapped around your finger!

#bertholdt x reader #bertholdt hoover x reader #bertholdt #aot x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan x reader #aot #snk #bertholdt headcanons

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ana-benn · 4 years ago

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@captainbenn @fightmewiatch I blame y'all for this.

Warnings: smut, a little bit of a bossy man cuz I'm a hoe

Staring Problem

It wasn't like you intended to start staring. It just kinda happened. You'd gone out with Jamie and some of the guys along with their significant others if they had them. The plan was to eat burgers and watch a movie under the stars. It was a team building event put on by the organization to help bond the team even more. Conversation flowed easily and yet all conversation from you halted when the guys decided to play baseball. They'd broken into two teams and Jamie had been picked for skins. Coupled with tucking the legs of his shorts into his boxer-briefs, a weird habit but he didn't like when his shorts rubbed his legs, and you couldn't not watch him.

Your eyes stayed glued on him, regardless of the conversation going on around you, and for a moment you thought you might drool. Jamie was an athlete by nature and anytime a sport was involved he played hard and he played to win. It was a sight to behold and you could feel yourself getting wet just watching him. It was a phenomenon you'd experienced multiple time watching him play hockey, but having him this close? It was almost painful.

"Hey, you okay hon?" Sarah, Joe's wife asked.

"Oh, yeah..." You stuttered out, after she nudged your shoulder with hers. "Just trying to figure out if they're keeping score or just trash talking." You covered.

She laughed at that, "Probably a bit of both with these boys."

You rolled your eyes as one of the guys flavor of the month chimed in about how athletic everyone was, but smiled politely as you tried to reengage in conversation. Every so often though you felt your eyes drift towards Jamie's sweaty, shirtless body and you knew anyone with half a brain would be able to see the lust in your eyes.

Finally the boys broke to eat something, and you found yourself wrapped in a sweaty hug, "Whaddya say Babe, should I leave the NHL and make a go at a baseball career?" Jamie joked.

"I'd like to see that, actually," Tyler chimed in.

"He's calling you babe now too? This whole love triangle is going to give me a complex," you laughed.

"Awe, Tyler's just jealous because he's too busy being a man-whore to settle down," Dobby said in his thick accent.

"But if Jamie leaves you for him I'll gladly take over," Klinger exclaimed, earning him a playful smack from Fanny.

"I think I'm just fine where I am, thanks," you retorted, as Jamie pulled you down into his lap.

"Besides, she's got a secret 14 tattoo somewhere," Tyler giggled. He'd been trying to guess what and where your tattoo was since you and Jamie had played truth or drink with him.

"Nope, not even close," Jamie smirked at his best friend, arms tightening around you.

You smiled as you laid your head on Jamie's shoulder. You watched his animated conversation with those around him, just enjoying how at peace he was. He came off as very shy, and you loved watching him open up with those around him.

It wasn't long before everyone started pairing off to set up to watch the movie and get situated. You and Jamie had brought a blanket to lay on, and a blanket to cover up with if it got cold once the sun went down. He also crumpled up his long-forgotten shirt for you to use as a makeshift pillow. Jamie laid down on his side and pulled you into his chest, his head resting on his hand. Once you were settled he pulled the spare blanket over the two of you.

"You know, I noticed something today," Jamie mused.

"What's that?" You asked.

"You my dear, have a staring problem," he murmured rubbing his lips against your neck. You moaned lightly at the feel of his beard on your soft skin. "It's almost enough to make a man feel like a two-dimensional sex object."

"I don't have any idea what you mean," you said with false indigenation. "I only look respectfully."

"Really?" He inquired. "Then explain this." He said as he ran two fingers over your soaked panties. Easy access provided by the sundress you were wearing. "Would you like to know what I think?" He asked rhetorically. "I think you want me to fuck your little pussy full right here, right now."

The only response that came was a small whimper, as Jamie smirked. "You'll have to be quiet," was all he said before moving your panties out of the way and working his hard cock into your weeping cunt.

His thrusts were slow and steady, in an attempt to stay subtle. His hand never seemed to stop running over your body, and his lips and beard marked whatever he could reach. One of your hands toyed with your clit while the other gripped his arm supporting his head clinging for purchase as you but your lip to remain quiet.

When his hips lost their steady rhythm you were halfway gone already. His big hand swatted yours out of the way as he took over playing with your clit, and fused your lips together as he pulled you over the edge with him.

Even after you'd come down from your high you stayed wrapped in him. His lips and hands giving you sweet praise and professions of love. Light kisses peppered your body, and he stayed inside you until just before the movie ended. Making sure you were decent before packing your things up.

As you headed out with everyone else Jamie gave you a sweet kiss, followed by a devious smirk and a promise, "We saw how quiet you can be, now let's see how loud I can make you scream." Before heading home.

#Jamie benn #jamie benn #oh captain my captain #dallas stars #hockey #nhl #dallas hockey #dallas sports #stars dallas #jamie benn smut #jamie benn fanfic #jamie benn x reader #if benn bad why sexy

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lxstfulbeans · 4 years ago

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JUST CURIOUS OR NOOOOT....if you’re open or not, that’s cool~....

*slides a hundred your way*

I must know, what would it be like for Levi, Erwin, and lastly HANGE *clears throat* to be with a Black S/O, but here’s the catch. They’re the only black person behind the wall..well atleast what’s his name comes around..

Also, Drink plenty of water, stay hydrated, sleep well, relax, breathe, happy Valentine’s Day ❤️

Aight I gotchu babes, lemme get that hunnid up outcha 😏. And thank you so much 🥺 same to you!!

I feel like I gave more to Erwin and Hange than Levi, but I love these three equally 😭✋🏽. But, hope you enjoy this!

Headcanons: what it’s like with the only black s/o behind the walls.

Levi Ackerman:

When he first met you, he’s like “what in the fuck-“

He never meant it in bad way, oh no ma’am. It’s just that NO ONE has ever seen anyone like you before, let alone thought there were people of a different race.

But knowing Levi, and seeing his resting bitch face.. how could you ever know 💀.

My guy literally lived in the UNDERGROUND, on some “City of Ember” type shit, and has never seen someone like you before.

When you decided to join the Survery Corps. then eventually choosing the Scouts after being top of your class. He took it as an opportunity to observe you (well, him and like twenty, thirty other people 💀), whenever y’all sat and talked about expedition plans with Hange and the Commander, he enjoyed listening to you speak your mind and blast your opinions.

And don’t get me started on how strong and open-minded you are.

Eventually, he’ll start catching feelings. He’ll talk to you more, occasionally praise you for a job well done more than he’s done ANYONE else. He’ll even fucking compliment you and pick up on little things you’ve done.

Of course, when the other brats get outta hand when it comes to awful flirting and tryna see what that thang do. He shuts that shit down before it can even start.

“Oi. Get the fuck outta here before I use you as live bait for the Titans.”

Best believe they skedaddled.

He asks if you’re okay, and to tell him that if anyone else makes you uncomfortable like that again so he could properly whoop they ass.

Y’all get to talking and.. somehow talk most of the day away.

When he heard you laugh, he was struck. His heart pounding, though he couldn’t help but feel a smile tug at his lips.

Then, he asks you to be his. Which you accept with pride.

He’s always there to help you with wash days if you need it. He loves helping you, even if he doesn’t really show it.

Oh, and that discrimination shit? Y’all can cut that shit out right now cuz Levi don’t play.

Teamwork makes the dream work when it comes to cleaning. He’s impressed at how much better you are at it than he others.

Oh and your COOKING babyyy

He be stingy with it for sure. He was big mad when everybody else wanted some, at least you saved some pie for him.

And y’all are partners in fucking crime. Y’all be bodying Titans left and right bruh. Don’t nobody want the smoke.

Erwin Smith:

Oh my lawd, why is he so fine and RESPECTFUL 😔✊🏽.

Okay, okay this ain’t about me rn heheh.

Honestly, he’ll be flabbergasted to be in your presence. He’s never seen someone of a different race before, he wondered were there more of you on the outside?

When he saw you the first time on the return from another expedition outside the walls. His eyes met you and he was just.. amazed. He was sure that he wasn’t seeing things but, he had to see you again.

When he couldn’t find you, he had to come to the conclusion that you were a hallucination. I mean, he was exhausted, sleep deprived, and hungry.

But, eventually he found you by yourself at the bridge. He was amazed at how the morning sun made you glow, reflecting off of your brown skin.

When you caught him staring, he choked on his words as he rambled with apologies. This made you smile, inviting him to sit and enjoy the morning with you.

Y’all started talking and you just.. clicked. When he heard your laugh for the first time, he had it bad.

He tried visiting you as much as he could, even if it was only a simple “hello, how are you?” or the slightest of small talk.

When the Walls were invaded, you were helpless. No one bothered to help you, either saving their own asses or being eaten alive. You couldn’t count the times where you were so close to meeting death. You refused to become a victim and have fear control you.

When you joined the Scouts, he was shocked to you standing here before him. Your fist over your heart as you announce yourself. He never thought you would be here about to risk your life everyday.

But, he saw that fire in your eyes and smiled.

He couldn’t guarantee your safety but would do everything in his power to make sure nothing happens to you.

He’s a busy man. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t sit and talk with you all of the time. If you were lucky, he’d send a smile or even a wink your way.

Though, he’s often caught you by yourself again, watching the sunset or gazing into the night sky. The way you skin would glow made him look back on old times.

He sits with you, talking the night away and making you smile again.

Overtime, you eventually get closer. When you originally closed yourself of because of the events of “That Day”, but opened up more and more when you both were together.

Whenever somebody tries to snitch on you to him, you’re literally not phased by this shit.

“Tell him then, I don’t give no fuck! Matter of fact, I’ll tell him for you!”

He honestly adores how you don’t take shit from anybody, but he lets you get away with a little bit of things. He won’t reprimand you but will give you a slap on the wrist if you went too far with something.

Whenever he says something unintentionally funny, you just crack up laughing. Like, you are wheezing so silently and rolling on the floor in tears. He couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head at how silly you were.

He adored everything about you. Your laugh, how your skin glows in the light, your captivating smile, and how you weren’t playing games with nobody.

This time, he realizes his growing feelings for you.

Eventually, he confesses his feelings to you. Like this man is poetic as hell, he’s listing off everything he loves about you, even the little things made his heart soar. You were honestly shocked that your Commander felt this way about you.. but you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t feel the same.

After y’all get boo’d up, you’re basically a power couple.

Somebody got one time to talk shit about you, on god he is on them like white on rice.

“If you say one more word about them, I will personally make sure that on the next expedition, I will leave you behind...”

Ah, don’t you just love it when it he gets serious and protective?

And both y’all side-eye the fuck outta people when they don’t rub you the right way.

Wash days? He’s all for it. Once he sees your arms drooping, clearly worn out from washing your hair, he’ll happily roll up his sleeves and get up in there.

Bruh, have you seen his hands?? You KNOW his massages are bomb af, like you damn near fall asleep everytime he massages and scratches your scalp.

Don’t get him started on your cooking, he’d do anything for it. He gets so happy when you save extra plates for him to eat later.

When push comes to shove and everyone’s losing their shit, you have to be strong. Erwin’s always motivated you and inspired you, if humanity had any chance to survive, you had to show it.

“Y’all need to get yo shit together PERIODT! It’s okay to be scared, but we won’t make it out of this if you keep actin’ like this! Y’all signed up to protect humanity right?! Well, show these Titans who they fuckin’ with!”

After hearing that.. he wanted to marry you.

(bonus: let’s say that he’s alive 💀 cuz I literally cried when he got clapped like how-)

When you were finally able to go outside the walls without any fear of the Titans, you felt free.

When you came across the ocean, he couldn’t take his eye off of how amazed you looked at the clear blue waters, the sun making it shine towards its horizon.

“It’s everything Cadet Arlelt said, right? Where there’s an ocean.. there’s other lands, eventually other enemies.”

“I know. We made it this far, it’s only right that we keep goin’.”

Hange Zoë:

Hange can GET IT MM- 🤧 they are literally so fine.

oh, and it’s kinda canon that they’re non-binary so 😃.

This’ll be after you first join the Scouts and baby they was on you like white on rice INSTANTLY.

They’ve never seen anyone like you before. It was almost forbidden to learn or talk about anything beyond the walls, were there more of you?? Where did you come from?

Though, they’re outta pocket questions and lack of knowledge of something called, “personal space” kinda made you nervous so they brought down a couple notches.

When they got to know you more, they were just ecstatic to see you.

When Hange caught you alone, basking in the warm embrace of the sun, they couldn’t take the throbbing of their heart as your dark skin was shining.

When you eventually start dating, they had no problem putting folks in their place when they try you.

“Alright, I see that you have quite a lot to say about my s/o! I bet you won’t be spouting a word when you come face to face with Titan. I’ll happily let you see them up close..”

They’d absolutely kill for your cooking. Deadass. If they’re not the first and last one to get a plate, they’ll be big mad for a hot minute.

I’m sure they observe you a lot, especially when it comes to your routines and how you try your best not to smell like a hunnid cans of bounce dat ass 💀. So when wash day comes and you’re kinda tired after training, they’ll happily wash your hair for you.

They’ll praise you for all the hard work you’ve done, giving you little forehead kisses, massaging and giving light scratches to your scalp.

OOH WEE- you are in absolute heaven with them.

Both of y’all share that chaotic energy, bugging the hell outta Levi when you get the chance.

When it comes to fighting Titans, y’all don’t play! When it’s time to put the moves on ‘em you do it!

- - END SCENE - -

#poc writers #anime headcanons #black reader #attack on titan #aot x black!reader #anime x black!reader #poc reader #erwin headcanons #hange headcanons #levi headcanons #attack on titan headcanons

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sitaarein · 4 years ago

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Hey!!!

So today, (in my timing at least) is 5th February, which, in Pakistan, is a day marked as Kashmir Day! And since I have seen nowhere near enough people talking about this, I decided to make a post about Kashmir.

So firstly: What even is Kashmir? To answer that question, I found a rather helpful map:

You see the highlighted area?? That is Kashmir.

You may have noticed the “occupied by China” bits? To give some background: Half of Kashmir is under Indian control, around a third is under Pakistan, and the rest is China’s.

Now that geographically, you know the basics, lemme dive into its historical significance:

Before 1947, all the land from Pakistan to Bangladesh was one subcontinent known as India. A basic summary: It was under the rule of the British, until the native people of India got tired of being undermined and controlled by foreigners and protested, to such an extent that in 1947, the British decided to give them what they wanted and leave.

Now, the problem was: The Indians didn’t just want the British out, some of them- comprised of a Muslim majority- also wanted a partition, so that the Muslims would have their own land, and would not have to fear their rights being restricted.

We’re not going to get into the nitty gritty of all that today cuz its way too long, but after many failed negotiations, the British and the Congress (the biggest party of India, comprised of a majority of Hindus. Note: It was a majority of Hindus, not exclusively them. India had a lot of different ethnicities) finally gave in to the League (The Muslim majority party. Once again, majority, not exclusively) It was decided that by 1948, the British would be out, and the country partitioned.

Now partition itself (which actually took place like seven months earlier than it was meant to) was extremely messy and a shit ton of bad things happened, therefore, once again, we aren’t gonna dive into all that. So fast forward to the Radcliffe award, where a British dude named Cyril Radcliffe announced the boundaries that would be drawn up in the two new, separate countries; India and Pakistan.

The Muslims were actually kinda upset with the award for a number of reasons, but we’re gonna focus on the one relevant to today’s topic of discussion: The princely states (basically, areas under Indian monarchy) would get to choose the country that they wanted to be in, or whether they wished to remain independent. This in and of itself was not issue, but then came Kashmir.

Kashmir was owned by a Hindu prince, yet the majority of her people were Muslims (which didn’t inherently mean they wanted to be in Pakistan, btw). But the people of Kashmir were pretty unhappy at the time, and wanted to be in Pakistan, and Pakistan was already on edge, because a couple of regions that were economically important and areas that had been expected to be a part of Pakistan had been given to India.

So you know what, I am not getting into the details of the events that led up to the war, because I don’t know how accurate my sources are and I don’t want to offend anyone by spouting false facts. If you’re wondering what it is, maybe look up the Kashmir issue origin? But we’re going to move on, right now.

It was 1948. The two countries had literally just been born, and they were plunged into war.

The war was kinda problematic for both sides in various ways, and eventually, they turned to the UN. A ceasefire was arranged, and Kashmir was divided up between the two countries. This time, Pakistan was mad that the bigger part went to India. (Oh, and as for the China owned parts? I have no clue skjdgsdf) The Indian Prime Minister at the time, Nehru, agreed that there would be a referendum held in Kashmir so that the people would get what they wished.

This referendum has still not been held.

The present: It has been 75 years, and Kashmir is still suffering from that. There have been three wars and various armed skirmishes between Pakistan and India, all because of “the Kashmir issue”. The UN is still avoiding actually facing the problem.

I don’t think people understand how dire the situation is. The people of Kashmir have been suffering for 75 damn years, and no one (pardon the language) gives a shit. They are dying.

TWS FOR DEATH, ABUSE, PTSD, DEPRESSION, R*PE AND S*ICIDE MENTIONS

The situation is exceptionally bad in Indian occupied Kashmir: the people are being tear gassed. Any and all protestors are beaten up and silenced. The women and girls are r*ped. And, to make matters worse, a lockdown officially started on 5 August 2019, following the revocation of the special status of Jammu and Kashmir via the scrapping of Article 370 and Article 35A of the Indian constitution and subsequent introduction of the Jammu and Kashmir Reorganisation Act, 2019.

Basically: The current Indian PM changed his constitution, sent soldiers to Kashmir, and it has now been over a YEAR, and the Kashmiris are still under curfew and lockdown. They cannot go out. They cannot protest. Depression, PTSD, and s*icide ratings are unbelievably high. As I have already stated, they. Are. Suffering.

END TWS.

Now, I cannot confirm the accuracy of the extent of the shit happening, but it is somewhere along those lines. It. Is. Bad. And literally no one cares.

What can you do to help? This, unfortunately, is a question I do not have the means to answer, but I am sure that a quick google search can remedy that. Please, please, do not just scroll past this post and forget about it. Kashmir needs help. And the governments sure as hell aren’t doing anything about it.

Find petitions. Talk to people about this. Educate them. Donate to any reliable links, if you are both able to find and pay for them. I am literally begging you not to let the Kashmir issue slide. This is something big and horrible and real.

But also!!! Please do not feel pressured!!!!! It is perfectly understandable if you doubt you can help in any significant way, and it is perfectly okay if you can not focus on such dark matters, or are triggered. I just want people to know. To care. That’s it.

Happy Kashmir Day.

#random #important #kashmir #ask to tag if this is too triggering btw I will happily do that and I am sorry if it disturbed you #I just really really need people to know about this shit #would really really appreciate if y'all could sb

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vermillionbones · 3 years ago

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I'd love to hear more of your Phobditor HCs!!

ohoho thank you for enabling me anon i am going to kiss you directly on the mouth /pl

also slight warning for spoilers to the new(??) ending of project nexus!! i don't talk explicitly about what happens in general, but the stuff involving phobos is mentioned in the very first hc so for those of you who don't wanna be spoiled you can just skip that one lol. grab sum popcorn lads this one's a long one snbcnkcnvmv

Phobditor HCs!!

rbs very much appreciated 👉👈

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so i hc that phobos didn't actually get banished at the end of MPN, but he did get his ass handed to him to the point where he was so injured and drained of energy that he couldn't use most of his abilities. he went into hiding for a while and eventually found the AAHW, which he proceeded to join since he didn't really have anywhere else to go. after he'd healed and returned to his full strengh the auditor recognised how potentially useful he could be as a second in command, but ofc he'd have to earn her trust first. normally i don't try to make things make sense like this but since the auditor isn't actually in MPN i thought i'd at least try lmao

the auditor: ruthless girlboss by day, feral spouse-adjacent shithead by night

phobos is basically the same but instead he's manipulate mansplain by day and malewife manwhore by night /hj

before they got closer they'd never really physically interacted w/ each other, so phobos kind of assumed the auditor would be at least slightly painful to touch [cuz yknow. she's made of fire lmao]. plus he'd witnessed her setting things and people on fire with her bare hands before and he'd rather not get turned into a walking bonfire, thanks. the closest she'd ever been to touching him previously was like flicking the antenna on his helmet to piss him off

but like way, WAY later he finds out that audi can actually manipulate the temperature of their flames to an extent, so when they touch his hand for the first time he's really surprised when they're just like. pleasantly warm. kinda like the fuzziness you feel after you drink something hot but on the outside of your body

however this has also resulted in phobos using her as a mobile safety blanket lmao. sometimes if it gets too cold in the office he'll wander up to her and bug her until she folds a wing around him and tucks his head under her chin

when he's being a shithead sometimes she'll just pick him up by the back of his jacket and drag him off like a disobedient kitten lmao

They don't really have a super crazy height difference normally [i hc that audi is around 6'3 and phobos is 5'10 if he's not slouching] but sometimes she just morphs herself to have a several-foot height advantage just to fuck with him. like she'll appear in his office as this 9-foot-tall behemoth and he'll just be like "?? excuse me?? ma'am?? you can't do this to me???"

before he got to know her better, phobos had no idea the auditor preferred she/they pronouns over they/it like the agents around him seemed to think. he never made a big deal out of it and never explicitly brought it up, but he remembers to switch it up for her every now and then. plus whenever audi overhears him doing that she gets all fuzzy inside sfbfnckvj

phobos really likes her wings. he actually might be a little jealous of them, but he'd never tell her that sfvngk

ever since audi found out about this, they tend to subtly unfurl them and use them to gesticulate more when he's around. occasionally she'll use the claws at the peaks of her wings on touchscreens in place of a finger n stuff. she's also [gently] swatted him upside the head with a wing a few times when he was being a dickhead, but it doesn't really hurt him lol

she also lets him pet them when they're not busy. contrary to what he'd assumed, it doesn't actually feel like a whole lot to her - she's described the feeling as something similar to how it feels to have someone tracing their fingers along the back of your hand

phobos stims sometimes!! he has a bad habit of masking while he's working since a few of them are vocal and he doesn't want to distract anyone, but if he's just hanging out with audi he's totally chill. one of his more common ones is when he thinks out loud, either quietly narrating his current train of thought or saying unrelated words - usually confirmations like 'yeah' or 'mhm' - out loud cuz he thinks they're fun to say. occasionally he'll start humming low in his throat kinda like a microwave cuz he likes how his voice feels in his chest

also when he's standing idle sometimes he holds his arms closer to his chest and fidget with them

the auditor doesn't stim, but to people who know them well their wings are like big signs that can wordlessly describe how they're feeling [which is like my favourite thing to write cos wing emoting is really fun skdjbknk]. occasionally they might subtly flutter their wings when they're very pleased or receive good news, or flare them out when they're irritated/stressed

i always forget that phobos is actually like super powerful in canon so i hc that audi does too lmao. like it always slips her mind that he can teleport too so she'll dramatically disappear after telling him off for doing some dumb shit and fuckin scream when he somehow appears in the same room as her less than a second later

phobos has a red and black lava lamp in his office!! he'd never admit it but he got it cuz it reminds him of audi :]

phobos loves watching audi in combat for some reason. i mean he already likes watching them do stuff so he can backseat drive, but he's also quietly admitted that her fighting style is interesting to watch

he can't really put it into words, but it's because the way they fight looks incredibly effortless and fluid, mainly due to them having so much time to adapt to and understand their powers [both their original powers and the ones granted by the halo]. when phobos' own abilities started to surface he was incredibly unstable and struggled to properly harness them for months, so he thinks it's nice to watch someone who actually knows what they're doing for once.

much to the auditor's surprise, phobos is actually a bit insecure behind all that confudence, particularly about scars. after being close to her for a while, phobos came out of his shell a bit and explained how he managed to grant himself his powers/abilities, which is something i'll absolutely go further in depth with later [via a longer hc that i'm gonna post eventually lol] but to summarise he basically infused himself with raw madness in what he's eloquently dubbed 'the incident'. Of course, doing that to himself didn't come without consequence, and he's permanently scored with a variation of lightning & burn scars on his forearms, thighs, and most of his torso.

for the longest time, the most casual thing he'd wear even around just her was the long-sleeved sweater he wore underneath his trench coat, and he refused to change even if he was literally overheating. though eventually after he told her about what happened he felt way more comfortable and now whenever they're in their shared room audi practically has to throw a shirt at him to get him to wear one sbkcjcnk

the auditor has a sort of subspace/pocket dimension where they can store different items and recall them at will. normally it's pretty empty, but ever since she grew to like phobos she's started keeping miscellaneous things in there for him. sometimes she pulls out a drink or snack that he likes, sometimes she pulls out a little water gun with phobos' name scrawled on it and shoots him with it when he's being a shithead

they are both,, SO fucking touch-starved. like they will not let go of each other [at least if they're not currently in the middle of something or around agency employees] cuz internally they're both just going "wow!!! that's a hand i'm holding!!!!! there's a hand holding my hand!!!! wow!!!!!! i love this!!!!!"

having one eye isn't exactly the best thing for depth perception, especially when you're really tired, so sometimes audi has to hold phobos' hand and guide him around in the mornings because he can [and has] walked into walls and counters

even since before they became a thing, phobos had been a little envious of the auditor's halo and the powers it granted her. he used to subtly try to yoink it from her, maliciously at first but far more playfully later, where he'd like lightly grab it and give it a gentle spin above her head like a mobile. but his infatuation with the halo kinda died after she decided to let him borrow/try it out once by allowing him to link with it

by linking i essentially mean like wearing it, but the halo is so powerful that you can't just 'wear' it without letting it bond with a part of you

long story short, he went into it with far too much overconfidence & cockiness and the halo violently rejected him, kind of like how it rejected the auditor once. he wasn't at all prepared for the sheer amount of power that surged through him the moment it started to link with him, so it essentially short-circuited his brain and knocked him unconscious for the better part of a week. when he woke again, the auditor told him he was lucky his head didn't explode and calmly suggested they never tried that again, and he felt inclined to agree.

of course, he still toys with the halo while the auditor's properly linked with it since he knows it can't link to more than one host at a time. and despite his seeming ease and "it's in the past" sort of mentality about the whole event, if someone mentions the concept of him actually taking the halo and linking with it again, he'll shudder and shake his head, saying it's not his place to do so.

the auditor has no doubt it delivered a pretty harsh blow to his ego [being rejected by the thing that would make him a god would prolly do that], but knows he's too prideful to admit that.

audi likes listening to phobos when he goes off on super long monologues, especially if they're like those super cheesy villain monologues. like he could literally be talking about anything and she'll sit there to hear him out, especially if it's less related to work and more about himself

the auditor is super deliberate in the way they pronounce things and they tend to casually drawl their words out to further cement their cool, unbothered boss persona. however the way she talks doesn't really intimidate phobos anymore since he's also been next to her right after she's been woken up, when she's mumbling quietly & slurring some of her words together. he knows the big scary boss side of the auditor is just a persona used for everyone but him, so he feels a lot more at ease with them even when they're trying to be scary

even after being together for a while, phobos still has no fucking idea what the auditor is made of. like he's admitted to her that he's genuinely clueless, and if she lets him he'll spend like 99% of their downtime quietly interacting with her flames [read: curling his fingers through them and petting them] while he muses about his hypotheses for how stuff like her liquidy-shadow form works. they were a little suspicious of his motives at first, but after they relaxed they realised he was just genuinely curious and willing to share his concepts to see if he was right

they have like. the smoothest banter anyone at the agency has seen. like it's super cheesy back-and-forth stuff that wouldn't sound out of place in an 80s sitcom, but it just kinda flows out when they're both comfortable. and ofc they'd deny it if anyone mentioned it but they literally banter like an old married couple lmAO

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#madness combat #madness auditor #madness phobos #phobditor #this ended up being way longer than i anticipated but writing this was the most fun i've had in months /gen #oh and sorry if the formatting is a little fucky lmao #i tried to keep related hcs closer together while setting different ones apart if that makes sense??#gfnsbkjck i had to refrain myself from writing more about certain hcs like audi's wing emoting or phobos fucking up his link with the halo #if anyone wants me to elaborate on those i won't shut up about them ever LMAO #still tysm anon this was very very fun /gen #gel.txt

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