#cipher hsr x reader

[ladymothbeth]

Leaks hsr 3.3 [Cipher-emotions]

I REPEAT SHE HAS FANGS, I REPEAT. THE. FANGS❗❗

[ruruumin]

cosmic.

₊˚ෆ mobile-suit pilot!cipher x engineer!fem!reader.

⤷ inspired by mobile-suit gundam // same universe as this phainon fic.

˚₊‧꒰ა thief star; cifera. 

⤷ while some people knew khaslana as somewhat of a troublemaker, cifera was one of the worse. oftentimes coming back with a few more than just scratches. parts of her armor would be caked in mud—almost as if she had been rolling in it. and perhaps to some extent she was, only because her pilot wanted to see her favorite engineer turned janitor. 

⤷ you were unfortunately assigned to being cipher’s handler and engineer for OX-945 cifera. you were someone that she could rely on if her mobile suit failed or needed repairs. anything that she wanted done, you had to do. although you were able to pull her away from some ideas (like installing a snack bar inside her own cockpit), most of the changes were inevitably implemented. 

⤷ as a supporter of the flame chase, your job as engineer meant more than you liked. there was a lot of pressure keeping these walking (and flying) nuclear bombs safe. more so when your pilot, cipher, liked to run across the fields, using her suit for more than just fighting. you find her sitting on top of her mech, admiring the cool breeze on her face as she bathed beneath the sun—just waiting for your scolding. 

⤷ aglaea found your bickerings to be quite entertaining. she once told you offhandedly that your partnership with cipher was a big deal, and that no one else could do the job you did. you didn’t know the meaning of her words until much later, when war carved itself into your soldiers, weakening them to their knees. it was you and cipher bringing life into the halls. laughing and chasing after each other over petty bread.

⤷ everyone saw her as a confident pilot. a mischievous girl who liked to steal jello cups from the cafeteria. a person who would oftentimes sit alone despite claiming to have many friends. you found her sitting in her cockpit once, wiping away at her eyes before she turned to face you. you think that underneath this confident guise, she was a little more fragile. 

⤷ while fixing her mobile suit, cipher suggested a short test flight. just to check if the engines were working. making sure everything ran smoothly for their next fight. what you didn’t expect was for the young girl to practically kidnap you–shoving you into the cockpit as she starts up her mech. beneath your protests were signs of laughter and joy, as she rockets through the sky, shooting past the atmosphere and into the stars. 

⤷ despite traveling to space a few times, the sight of the dazzling stars never failed to amaze you. when cipher turned in your direction, seeing the bright expression on your face, she is reminded of the childish whimsy that every soldier forgets in war. despite not wanting to be a chrysos heir at first, her time at amphoreus corporation has changed her. she thinks: this is her reason to fight. a reason to keep going. 

⤷ for cipher: you were her reason to living.

“you should turn that frown upside down,” cipher coos, looking up at you with a catty expression. the two of you were sitting in the mess hall, chewing on one of the many tasteless grub that the company offers. you were currently on lunch break. after a restless day of combing through data and welding new iron plates for cifera, you were dying for some food. 

“you better be careful (name). if you keep scowling like that, you might get permanent wrinkles on your pretty face.”

“wrinkles are already permanent.”

your words do very little to phase her. if anything, it only eggs cipher–begging her to continue her strange remarks. without saying anything, she reaches over to brush a finger over your top lip, picking up a small flicker of sauce. her tongue pokes out to lick the remainder off of her finger. 

“leave it to anaxa to make food taste like nothing.” she flops down onto her chair, groaning as she flattens her body. leaning her head against the metallic table, you hear her kicking her feet. “i thought this was supposed to be pumpkin pie. why don’t we have anything else to eat?”

“well, considering the influx of pumpkins… thats all we’re going to be eating for the next two weeks.” alongside the renowned professor anaxagoras, your fellow bio-researcher, hyacine, created a farm that was able to rapidly produce fresh food for your journey in space. the only drawback was that with every subsequent creation, the taste becomes less pronounced. 

the only way you could stomach pumpkin now if it was blended into a puree or hidden between some pie crust. even then, you had to find some form of strength to swallow it. 

suddenly, you feel a foot tickle the side of your ankle. it drags up and down, rubbing against you like a clever cat. a sigh escapes your lips, and you decide to lean back into your seat, entertaining the girl in front of you. you raise your leg, pushing it back into her own corner. cipher’s eyes shine with a glimmer of mischief, and she does the same—forcing you into a game of footsies. 

“you know you can’t win against me.”

“really? lets try it then.”

it is no surprise that when aglaea enters the mess hall, trying to look for cipher, she sees the two of you engaged in an intense game of footsies—with neither of you coming out as the clear winner. she shakes her head before turning away, knowing very well that when the two of you were together, there was no stopping your foolish games.