Actually, I want to ask you about some yan! madcom headcanons... Sorry if it sounds rude, but I want to see yandere auditor... Like, that's so sick(@・д・@)
(Also love ur headcanons. Read it 5 times already. All chapters😔. Sorry if I sound rude(´⌒｀;))
My day's been good, Anon, ty. And don't worry; you don't sound rude at all. :) Here you go!
General Yan!Auditor Headcanons
(TW: Yandere, stalking, obsessive behavior. Part 2?? Maybe? This got so long. 😭)
ঌ You likely would've initially met the Auditor by being involved with the AAHW in some fashion, as he isn't exactly the type to care to involve himself in the lives of Nevadans to any massive degree otherwise.
ঌ He's careful with his favoritism; the Auditor is a subtle sort yandere. Sure, your uniform's presented to you the nicest, you have the best of all the supplies among your coworkers, and your office is stocked and cleaned, a clear priority. But it's not something anybody'd question.
ঌ (You didn't even think the AAHW hired janitors anymore, since the places keep getting cleared out by Wimbleton. But hey! Your office is always nice and free of dust.)
ঌ But of course, this ramps up. The AAHW's pay is alright, but now you're at the top of the roster. Bigger bonuses, higher raises, and more glowing reviews; look at you, the boss thinks you're doing so well!
ঌ It's an odd sort of trickle-down effect, which eventually leads to all your coworkers knowing something's going on. To your direct supervisors, you weren't anything special, but the Auditor makes it clear that he favors you. As in the last guy who gave you a poor review may've gotten domed during off hours, so they're very quick to lighten your load after that.
ঌ (You have no idea why your last manager just stopped showing up, and nobody would tell you. Eventually you 'learned' that it was just the SQ, so you overlooked it. And everyone breathed a sigh of relief when you didn't ask anymore. It's their heads if you found out.)
ঌ On one hand, you're left with a lot of free time and a lot of money, which you think is pretty damn swell. On the other, your coworkers start to, well...Withdraw from you. Which isn't.
ঌ You're no longer invited to lunch, they give you odd looks when you're on the job, and in general, there's this...unpleasant layer of isolation present. And you don't know why; any questioning is met with nervous laughter and clear avoidance. So, you ask your supervisor for a transfer, and where do you get put? One of the Auditor's frequent posts.
ঌ (He does it cause you'll be safe with him there, and he wants to keep an eye on you. At least, that's his internal justification.)
ঌ On the outside, he'll become a frequent visitor to your office. Check-ins, personal delivery of paperwork you swear is unnecessary. It honestly scares you; he's The Auditor. Most of the time, he doesn't take any interest in the Agency's personnel and who wants to have their boss in their office 24/7? Not you.
ঌ But he doesn't really care. He knows it makes you a little uncomfortable, but he's sure you'll get over it with enough acclimatization. It grows to be common enough, his smoky form over your shoulder, internally longing to see how the heat of your body might intertwine with his own. He thinks of such things when you're busy typing, trying to triangulate wherever the hell Hank is.
ঌ But honestly? He isn't a super close yandere in the physical sense. In your eyes, the Auditor's attention to you is contained just to the work environment. What you don't know, however, is that the monitor that the Auditor has in his office has surveillance that extends beyond Hank.
ঌ You have no idea that your office is bugged, that cameras are smartly placed so he can see every little change in your expression, hear every word from your pretty mouth, see every way your coworkers interact with you. And those are all things he keeps a very careful watch on.
ঌ You don't know that he's bugged other places, either. Like your apartment. You have no idea that the Auditor, your boss, is always checking his feeds to see what you're doing, and who you're with.
ঌ And when he sees something he doesn't like? You won't know that, either. You just know that strange things happen. But in your mind, it can all be easily explained away.
ঌ Random coworkers disappearing, winding up, well... Dead? Hank, surely. Your neighbors, too? Well, this is... Nevada. But don't worry, if you're upset about having someone close to you go missing, the Auditor is very generous with bereavement leave if you put in a personal request.
ঌ He'll be nice about it, too. Hiding some level of glee deep down in himself to muster about the sympathy you need; a smoky, warm hand on your shoulder and a voice telling you to take all the time you need. After being isolated from your coworkers for so long, it's...honestly, very nice.
ঌ And internally, the Auditor's very pleased that his intention to pull you further into each other's orbit is working exactly as planned.
Auditor, Phobos, 2BDamned and Sanford with a reader that overworks themselves. Prioritizing work over mental and physical health, pushing themselves to their breaking point, skipping meals and only getting a few hours of sleep. I just need these four in particular to tell me to take care of myself and care about me argggh
Overworked reader
Audi, Phobos, Doc, Sanford
CW: bit of a mental spiral on San's end, ends well tho.
Burnouts a bitch man, don't wear yourself thin over shit, y'hear?
Auditor
"Are the chef's meals not to your liking?" You nearly jumped out of your seat when Auditor's ghostly whisper filled your ear. Casting your aching, tired eyes from your paperwork at the once hot meal, still arranged with care on the plate, completely untouched from the moment it left the kitchen.
"Oh, no. Of course not. They're good, don't worry." You offered him a weak smile. "I'll have it later, I just need to finish this up." Audi's eyes narrowed as you gestured meekly to your desk, piled high with reports, cloning records, casualty tallies, and other such boring admin work.
"It's cold." He grumbled, spinning your chair to face him, hands on his hips. "You're going to really hurt yourself and burn out if you keep pulling these awkward hours. Don't think I haven't noticed you slipping from our bed to come back to this. Did you forget how light a sleeper I am?"
Audi's stern demeanour dropped as your features fell, already feeling low because of how your body was struggling, now having your boss/lover add to that. "I just need to be able to keep up with you. What use am I really if I can't handle a fraction of the work you do?"
His hand rested under your chin, thumb delicately stroking your cheek. "You could never keep up with me, my flame, I was made to handle this. You're just a delicate mortal, you do more than enough without stressing yourself trying to level with me. Allow me to finish this later, mea vita, you are going to get a hot, fresh meal while I draw a bath for us, and after you will get the rest your body needs. That's an order, from your employer, understood?"
"Yes, but-"
He cut you off. "No 'ifs, ands, or buts,' You are going to hurt yourself, and I refuse to allow anyone to hurt you, even self inflicted pain. I, as your partner and boss, will clear this burden for you. When I asked for your best, I meant the best you can consistently handle, not this. You're not yourself, and I command you seek out that old self that I fell for and bring them back to me instantly."
Phobos
Being the director's lover had essentially no downsides, nobody spoke a bad word around you, people helped you far more than before, not to mention the adoration of the most powerful figure in the physical realm. However, that same man would often breathe down your neck, commanding you to stay by his side constantly.
Phobos relished in you, watching you, listening to you, being around you. He wished to be adored equally in return, however your work proved to be a distraction from him. He was... a tad obsessive, but how could he not be? He's a god, it was only right you'd devote yourself to him and him alone.
"Leave that alone will you? Your god requires your attention." A large clawed hand rested on your shoulder, the other pulling down his bandages from his mouth. "Your recent neglect of me is not going unnoticed, dear."
You rubbed your aching eyes, staring at a computer screen all day and most of the night irritated them. "I'm sorry Bo, but there's a lot of work that needs reviewing, I've got weeks of backlog to go through, and Christoff, Crackpot and Gonne have all submitted new reports today with pages and pages of intel to go through."
His hands wrapped around your middle, he lifted you up and took your place on the chair, resting you in his far more comfortable lap. "Bah, they're not worthy of your time. I'll command someone else to do it, the short fat one, whatever his name is. He enjoys paperwork and the like."
"Hofnarr is no doubt as swamped as I am." He took your face in one of his hands, his cracked and damaged lips pressing against your cheek.
"Someone else then, if it pleases you. Whatever it takes for you to spend time with me." You leaned into him, your back pressing against his chest, and he emitted a deep purr. "I am a god amongst men, dear, I don't beg for what I desire. I take it. And yet I allow you this honour. So please..."
Your stomach rumbled against his hand. "Harumph! Neglecting yourself as much as you've neglected me?! How dare you, enough is enough. I command you take care of yourself!" Phobos picked you up with ease, holding you level to his eye. To anyone else, he'd be holding them by their collar, or neck to meet his gaze, but with you, he was softer. A hand under your rump and the other on your back, supporting your weight comfortably.
"You are the lover of a god, think how pitiful it would look if I can't even take care of my equal? You stand above others, the right hand of my throne. Your duties have changed, lesser beings will take charge of them. Your only priorities are yourself and me, and the family we will create." Phobos snapped his fingers, and one of the guards at the door came forward.
"See to it that the chefs prepare your God's favourites, find someone to take their duties on and allow them to be truly indulged as they should be." Phobos looked back to you, his eye narrowing. "I will tear this world asunder for you, and build it up as you desire. I will give you anything your heart pines for, never again shall you be run ragged like this."
Phobos was self assured, a god of the highest order, surrounded by weaker, lesser beings. And yet here he was, begging at your altar. He wished you'd devote yourself equally to worshipping you as he did, and he would make damn sure that happened.
2BDamned
3 AM. Doc was in the kitchen, boiling some water over the stove. Hank has smashed the coffee maker earlier in the day, said he'd accidentally dropped the thing, yet couldn't explain the crowbar in his hands. Doc gritted his teeth, damn Wimbleton, making his hard job harder with their stupid thoughtless actions.
He had no doubt the fool had burned themselves on the machine and gone overboard against the poor helpless thing in revenge. Now here he stood, using the stove to make both his coffee and his snack. Instant noodles, his saving grace in the world. Easy to prepare, quick to eat, and filling.
With bleary, tired eyes, you wandered into the dim kitchen, hearing Doc grumbling to himself about 'Getting that moron to find another working machine or he'll have his spine inserted upside down next time.'
"Hey sweetheart." Yawning and setting your tablet down, you wrapped your arms around his midriff and leaned your face into his back. One hand pulled way from the stove, running down your arm before resting atop your hand, feeling the ring around your finger.
"You should be asleep, love." Doc murmured, his animosity towards Hank gone in the wind. You inhaled deeply, basking in his familiar scent.
"I could say the same to you, Kyle." He let out a soft 'Hm.', agreeing without agreeing. You were right, of course. "Debugging with Dei was going well, till he nodded off. San came by on one of his usual bathroom breaks and picked him up."
Doc poured the water into his noodle cup. "You want some coffee?" He took your favourite mug out of the cupboard.
"I thought you wanted me to sleep." You teased tiredly.
"You're my spouse. I know you well enough to know that's not gonna happen anytime soon, even if I would like it if you did." He tossed some powdered milk into the cups along with the beans. "We don't have any sugar left I'm afraid, or sweetener. It's become so scarce these days. Ration packages can't even supply a tiny packet anymore."
"I can get sugar anytime I've got you around." Doc smiled and turned off the hob, turning around to pull you into his arms. "Can I get some now?"
As far as you two were concerned, nothing else existed, everything except what was in both your arms was null and void. He tilted his head down slightly, lips catching yours softly. Butterflies fluttered in your tummy, they flared up every time your husband kissed you.
You rested your head on his chest, it was rare you two had a truly private moment together, as much as you both tried. Being enemies of the state was hard work, who'd have thought?
"You should really lay down dear." Your eyes fluttered open, and you looked up to him. You hadn't even realised you'd started dozing off in his arms.
"No, I've got work to do." You yawned, and Doc chuckled softly.
"You're really stubborn sometimes, you know that?" He picked up both coffees and his noodles. "Tell you what, grab your tablet and we can get cosy in bed together. Work can wait until later, I think we've overdue some private couple time."
Nestled in the crook of Doc's arm felt like the safest place in the world, even with coffee in your system, you couldn't help but fall asleep with him. Trust and love deep rooted, he was your sanctuary.
And damn it, he was going to get you into a healthier sleep routine.
Sanford
It'd been a couple weeks since you'd seen Ford, Doc had sent him off on recon work with Deimos and a splinter group from a faction allied with the SQ, they'd been on the other side of Nevada having heard whispering of something dangerous settling out there.
Two weeks of silence left you anxious, pacing around often, skipping meals and staying up into the early hours of the morning. Longing makes the heart sick, and a sick heart makes the body weak.
The only think you could do to keep your mind occupied was cleaning out the gun stash, checking over the stocked rounds repeatedly, despite the numbers never changing, cleaning already dirt and grime free steel.
A scrubbing brush in hand, you scraped at one of the many swords Hank had salvaged, violently jolting the bristles back and forth over either rust, or really crusted on blood just above the hilt.
Doc usually kept you in the loop of long jobs, sometimes you'd even be in walkie talkie range of your partner and could hear his voice. He could be hurt, he could be dead, you'd be none the wiser, and that was maddening.
Of course you weren't needy and dependant on him, that'd be too much, but just a sign he was okay would've been enough to give you peace of mind. It's the not knowing that drove you to dark places.
Bang!
You jumped in your seat as the front door slammed. "Baby, you here? I'm back." Dropping the blade, you got to you feet and rushed to the door.
"Sanford, you're okay?!" You leaped into his arms, and he caught you easily. Oh sweet security, your world had come home to you safely.
"Yeah babe," San leaned back slightly to get a good look at you, his loving gaze turning to concern. "uh, hope you don't mind me sayin' doll/stud, but you look like hell." His hands brushed over your hair. "...When did you last shower?"
Suddenly you felt rather embarrassed, it'd been a.... couple days at least. Probably about a week since you'd stopped properly taking care of yourself. Swapping meals out for multiple junk snacks, a fucked up sleeping schedule consisting of occasional naps but mostly anxious pacing and activity.
"Uhm..." That was an answer enough for him.
"Baby," Sanford rubbed his cheek, clearing off some dust from his face. "you need to take care of yourself." He sighed and took off his sunglasses. "Have you even been eating properly?"
You didn't meet his gaze. "Okay. Tell you what," He took off his dirty tank top and tossed it aside. "I'll pull out something from the freezer, shove it in the oven while we get a nice shower, and then we can eat and get some rest." Just being near him, hearing his melodic voice again was enough to bring you to a sense of normalcy.
Sanford was fine, he was alive, he was here.
"Things have just been a bit... off without you." You sighed, clinging to his frame, almost afraid if you let him go, he'd run off for another two weeks, or longer. "Sorry, it's just been a lot to deal with, not knowing where you were, if you were safe... It's been hard."
"I get it. I do, I really do," Sanford had his own experiences with deep depression, despite being the large stoic type, the horrors of war, what he and his friends had to do to get an advantage against everything haunted him. "fight, flight, freeze is a real thing, but you can't just shut down baby. You gotta keep fightin, keep yourself in good shape 'cause it's a scary world out there."
"I know. It's easier said than done though." Sanford pulled out a tray of his legendary frozen mac n cheese, you hadn't checked the freezer since he'd left, otherwise that would've been long gone. You didn't know how he did it, but it was godly each time he made it.
"I get that." He shoved the tray into the oven, flicking switches to heat up the frozen dish. "You gotta change how you think, baby." You watched him take off his bandanna, revealing his hair. Or lack thereof.
"You shaved your head?" Usually he'd grow out his hair, style it into long locs and keep them tied back and under his bandanna, but once in a blue moon he'd get bored of maintaining them, and shave it off to start again.
Sanford ran a hand over his scalp, feeling the small curls starting to reappear. "Yeah, easier than trying to keep it clean out there. Dusty as hell." His hands came to rest on your shoulders, turning you to the bathroom. "No bother, I've got your hair to care for now. I'mma spoil you rotten."
Years of caring for his baby siblings had taught the beefcake that just telling someone what to do usually didn't help, but doing it along side them helped solidify the action. He'd help you get cleaned up, get back to eating proper food and getting proper sleep.
He needed to fall into the routine too, sleeping rough in trucks was a pain in his back, and access to his comfy old bed would do him wonders to getting decent sleep again. A full belly and his favourite person in the entire world cuddling into his pecs definitely helped too.
Auditor x Reader…..? It’s okay if you dont want too.
(this took me a lot of courage to send lol)
Auditor X Reader Headcanons
T/W: Mentions of Gaslighting, Manipulation and constant supervision of S/O
Auditor as a lover would be… interesting to say the least.
How you got their attention, no clue. But hey you some how did and now you’re dating them.
Auditor would probably treat you more kindly and more as a person than a chess piece like they do with everyone else.
Hell, they even would probably keep you out of harm’s way for you to live a more comfortable life.
If anything you would probably be spoiled very much like Phobos’s S/O
Auditor would also be the gentle lover with the constant gentle touches, kisses and words of affirmation
But sometimes even that comes with a price, especially when being monitored 24/7 by this entity
Probably would even relocate you somewhere very far away from all the chaos and away from both Tricky and Hank.
Would even go great lengths for them not to know about you for your safety
Even when you want to go some where, they would have probably like 15 Agents, 10 Soldats, and 3 MAG Agents following you around. Although discretely.
They would have 2 Soldats with you physically though while the others follow in the shadows. (With the MAG Agents doing it somehow)
Sucks too whenever you just want to hangout with your friends
Hell even for the reason of “keeping you safe” they’d most likely gaslight and manipulate you into thinking it’s better to stay in a more safe environment with them.
But nonetheless, Auditor would treat you like the most treasured thing in this god forsaken state.
Even the other Employers would see the change in both attitude and focus.
They would know about you as well and would probably keep monitoring you as well just because they were curious to how you, a normal grunt, had gotten the attention and affection from the Auditor themself.
And plus Auditor told them to look after you while they were busy with everyone in the Nexus City.
Marriage headcanons for Phobos and the Auditor (separately ofc) and the player? I love evil men ough
+Player is gender neutral
+Set in Salty's AU
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~ PHOBOS ~
+ Oh man, you never thought you would see the day that you would be wedded to the god-complex tyrant that ruled over Nexus City with an iron fist. It was astonishing that you two were getting married in the first place with how Phobos proposed after just a few months of being together. Despite the short time, you both almost know everything about one another...until now. Finding out that Phobos is an ultimate groomzilla was certainly not unexpected, but it still held some level of surprise. He wants everything absolutely perfect for your special ceremony.
+ You can practically hear him yelling at his staff to perfect everything while you get dressed up in your wedding garments. His shouting is firm and sharp as the staff runs around to get what he wants done just the way he likes it. "Hang those red ribbons HIGH and tie them down with a GOLD thread! Not a YELLOW thread!! GET THE CAKE STAND READY! Where is the flower display I ordered 3 minutes ago?!"
+ You can only apologize to the staff and underlings for Phobo's behavior. He's been looking forward to being married to a "higher god" ever since you accepted his proposal. He ordered everything that same day and sent out the announcement the day after that. To say he was excited would be an understatement. He's just trying to make this day as perfect as possible.
+ Phobos even had new clothes and special garments made for the both of you. Your wedding gown was as iridescent as your strings are and glitters with sparkles whenever you walked. Quite a surprise to find out where all of those strings the tailors asked you to supply went towards. It really was an elegant outfit.
+ Phobo's outfit really did make him look rather handsome. Instead of his typical gray garments and red cape, Phobo's had a unique crimson suit made for his wedding. Tailored with a long flowing red cape that touched the floor wherever he walked. his helmet was fitted with much more regal markings and his face was sporting new pairs of pristine white bandages. His gloves were leathery and black and his dark boots were shined to perfection. He looked like an emperor alright.
+ By the time all of the underlings were seated and the musicians were preparing to play the wedding march, which you had to supply to them, the long hall in the science tower was finished and decorated. The large crowds of grunts filled out numerous booths on both sides of the isle, with Phobos standing at his place on the altar. Crackpot his best madman and Hoffnar as yours. Jeb was dressed up in attire fit for a holy man, but with much more regal tones added to his outfit. The reason being, in Phobos's words: "Something much more worthy of marrying a pair of gods."
+ The crowd was excited and Phobos, despite all of his own excitement, was nervous. Anxious, even. As he moved about on his feet and held his hands together. Then, the music changes and the wedding officially begins. The doors at the end of the room are opened by two Blackguards, a bit much on the security but it makes Phobos feel more comfortable, revealing his beloved in their glittering wedding outfit. The crowds watch in awe as the Player walks down the aisle and towards Phobos who is just lovestruck.
+ The moment you get up there, the ceremony continues. Jeb goes into the typical speech about why they were all there and who was being wedded. (Like the announcement from Phobos himself didn't let them know that.) But he continues on about uniting Phobos and his Player in "holier matrimony. (Yes, the sheet tells him to say this.)
+ "Do you, Player, take Phobos to be your...ahem..."lawfully empowered godly emperor lover"?" In sanity and insanity? In sickness and in health? Until death do you part?" You nod earnestly, despite trying not to laugh. "I do." You say and Jeb turns to Phobos.
+ "And do you, Director Phobos, take Player to be your...uhh..."lawfully empowered god-amongst-gods holy lover"?", Phobos merely nods in response. "I do." He finalizes.
+ "Then by the power given to me and to all who bear witness to this ceremony, I declare these two 'gods' officially wedded. You may now seal it with a kiss." Jeb finishes as he steps down from the podium, placing their respective wedding rings upon their fingers, and allowing the two lovers to lean in and kiss each other. A thunderous applause rings out in the crowd as you both kiss under the altar.
+ Phobos then picks you up bridal-style and begins to head towards the exit as the after-wedding party begins to kick into gear. The cake needed to be cut, photos needed to be taken, and guests needed to be visited.
+ After the drinks, fun, and party...maybe you and Phobos can celebrate being newly wedded...alone later on tonight~
~ AUDITOR ~
+ In all honesty, you were quite surprised when the Auditor himself decided to propose to you. He had read up about special ceremonies from your world and he was looking for a way to up your relationship to the ‘next level’. In which, he discovered weddings. You both have been together for months now, and he felt it was time to bind you both to one another.
+ Obviously, you said yes in response to his proposal and he was elated to announce the news to his other Employers. Whether it was from genuine happiness or he simply took the opportunity to gloat on his fellow employers is a mystery to you. But regardless, you can’t help but smile as he nuzzles you affectionately.
+ The employers as a whole are very private beings, so don’t really expect a big wedding. If anything, it’s something more of a private wedding that only a select few outsiders would attend. The other employers were a given, but it seemed that Jeb, Hoffnar, Sheriff, and a few A.T.P units were invited to help set up the wedding and attend the ceremony.
+ The Auditor assists in the displays and decorations while you go off to get dressed up in your wedding outfit. The garments were fitted in a unique style and glittered like an ocean at sunset. With the help of an A.T.P engineer, you were fitted up in the unique outfit and took a nice long look at yourself in the mirror. It was so strange…the patterned themselves reminded you of flames. You spin around and sure enough, the tail of your outfit seems to flutter about like iridescent flames. You wonder if the Auditor had any influence when the garments were being tailored…you wouldn’t be all that surprised.
+ The Auditor didn’t really have a need for clothes. He was made of shadow and flames, what purpose would wearing clothes fulfill? Still…he guesses he should look a little bit more…’formal’, it IS his wedding day, after all. So, his body simply morphs around until a much more fitting suit is applied to his malleable form. A crimson red tie, a blood red broach, and a faint red outline shows up in his form as he brushes himself off and checks his fit in a nearby reflective surface. Making adjustments and final preparations for his eventual eloping.
+ There weren't many guests, but the sheer amount of decorations that were set up in this specific dimension that they frequent was staggering. Each one unique and alien as the employer that put them up. The Deliberator was finishing setting up the cake stand and the dinner table, Stygian was finishing up decorating the parlor, and the Conductor was preparing to play the tunes that the Auditor gave him (the wedding march tune, specifically.). Everything was in order and the unification of him and his precious player was underway. Pretty soon…he and his Player would be together. Truly together.
+ Jeb was appointed as the unifier, Hoffnar as your best man, Sheriff as security, and Torture was pretty much Audi’s “support”. The altar that they surrounded was encrusted in ruby-like gems and held up on familiar black spikes. An obvious token of the Auditor's influence on the importance of the altar. Once all were present and accounted for, the Auditor takes his place at the altar and his kin stand at the sides, watching as the Conductor begins to play the wedding march.
+ The two engineers next to the door that led into the special room finally opened, revealing his Player to the small gathering of trusted individuals. The Auditor could feel the heat of his flames rise as he took in your regal appearance as you walked toward the altar. Once you arrive at the altar, he takes his place by your side and Jeb clears his throat. He didn’t need to go into the whole speech, he merely took a moment to welcome those that were present before announcing that the Auditor and Player would be wedded on this day.
+ “Do you, Player, take The Auditor as your lawfully unified lover? In sanity and insanity? In sickness and in health? Until death do you part?” You could only smile and nod, holding your flowers closer to your body in response. “I do.” You say.
+ “And do you, Auditor, take Player as your lawfully unified lover? In sanity and insanity? In sickness and in health? Until death do you part?” The Auditor simply nods in confirmation. “I do.”
+ “Then by the power bestowed upon me and with the guests as our witnesses, I declare you both wedded! You may now seal it with a kiss.” You both wasted no time in slipping your rings onto your fingers and leaning into one another. Giving each other a slow and meaningful kiss. The onlookers clap in earnest as you both hold onto one another and pull away. You let out a puff of inky black smoke in response to the kiss. The Auditor could only nuzzle you affectionately in response, chuckling under his smoky breath.
+ The rest of the day was spent eating cake, sharing drinks, and enjoying your new status as the Auditor’s significant other. As he too, takes pride in becoming your official husband. You both would embrace one another, cuddle, and nuzzle each other lovingly as the wedding slowly concluded and the guests began to dispatch back to their routines.
+ Later that evening, you both would cuddle in your bed and call one another your newly wedded titles and feel the shared warmth that spread between you both. Now nothing stood in the way of furthering your relationship…and the Auditor has a rather interesting plan in mind.
how about another Audi? maybe some headcanons of him with an employer!reader? that or any other type of reader you feel like writing for, I don't mind any! whatever makes you comfortable. thank you and have a nice day!
Well. Time to get back to it Hm? Writers block will not keep me down forever! Auditor with an Employer Reader? I'll see what I can do!
Auditor x Employer! Reader Headcanons
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
One thing I can tell for certain is he worries far less for you, knowing that you too are an Employer- You are far less mortal than the grunts of Nevada. He sees you as far more capable of handling the threats and dangers, just don't go trying to one on one Hank. Could you beat Wimbleton? Likely. Would that fight give Auditor a Heart attack? Absolutely.
Whatever your task or job is as an Employer, he's fascinated by it. It could be a task as huge as recording the fates of those who lived, or as little as just overseeing this world. No matter what he enjoys hearing about your accomplishments in whatever you do. Please, feel free to tell him about it.
Employers biologically are a bit different, so if you do get injured he's very likely just to handle it himself instead of letting a medic go tend to you. Does he sometimes mess with improbability using the internalized drive he has to give you a higher chance of healing quicker? Well... No one can prove that ;)
One of his favorite things to do with you is dance on the roof of his main agency at night. Two shadow figures swirling around, waltzing through the darkness in a long since forsaken world. The moment a bit of peace in the chaos, the eye of the storm.
Speaking of forsaken world... You're just about the only thing in this world and beyond he sees as truthfully worth his time that's not something that he's tasked to terminate. Hank and that infuriating organization he works with are only a focal point because of being an ever present thorn in his flaming side. You, though, are the highlight of eternity to his existence- his light in such a dark world. And he hopes you see him the same way.
You are still getting spoiled. He's a man of power after all, which means you can be given the best of gifts he can give to you. Give him gifts in return and watch him melt into a flustered puddle, unsure if the heat in his face is natural or induced by the invisible blush across his face.
