Can you do romantic headcannons with Basilio or Fidelio? If not feel free to ignore this
Metaphor Headcanons #4
Basilio :
-. "I've been waiting for this!" - Akihiko Sanada, Persona 3
-. But seriously, Basilio is quite possibly the definition of a gentle giant around his partner!
-. This man makes sure that whenever he touches you, it's with the certainty that you won't break, because he genuinely is afraid of his size causing you any discomfort or pain
-. I like to imagine that if you go in to hold his hand, or at least, attempt to, Basilio will brush his pinky finger against yours for you to hold because he has the most absolute HORRENDOUS fear of crushing your hand
-. This applies for cuddling as well, Bas will always let you sit on top of his lap or lay down on top of him
-. He also just likes putting his arms around you. Period.
-. For example, if you are standing somewhere, performing a task on the runner or simply minding your own business, he likes to creep up behind you and slide his arms around your waist as he rests his chin against your shoulder or the top of your head, AHHHHH!!!!
-. He is also a certified himbo, I don't make the rules
-. An example of this is him doing grandiose things, even on little occasions... And completely botching it somehow
-. But hey, he's putting in the effort and trying his best 😭
-. He always loves to cook for you, he loves seeing how happy you are when you eat and likes getting feedback!
-. This guy just wants to make sure that you are happy, and that includes protecting you at all costs from anything and everything
-. Even if you were a skilled fighter, I think Bas wants to protect you because he, a) doesn't want to lose you, and b) he doesn't like seeing you get hurt
-. And don't even get me STARTED when he hears people insulting you to your face/behind your back!
-. But you can always tell when he's mad : he growls and bares his fangs like a dog
-. And there is always a way to get him to calm down : Ear scratches
-. This man is like clay in your hands if you try this, a flustered mess and his tail is wagging. But he will complain.
-. "But sweetheart, they were-","Doesn't matter right now"
-. "BUT-","No buts, Basilio"
-. All in all, Basilio is a very affectionate guy and he's not afraid to show it to people that you're his.
Fidelio :
-. One word for this guy : TSUNDERE
-. If you were to show him any sign of affection in public, he would just act like he's not into it and take no notice, almost like he's annoyed
-. Hehehe - WRONG!!!
-. His tail swishes from side to side as a slight darked shade of people tints his cheeks, he's not annoyed, he's just not used to someone being given such attention
-. In private is a different story, this man is confident
-. He likes to slither his hand into yours and interlock his fingers with your if your cuddling
-. He will coil his tail around your leg when he wants to be close to you, especially after a long day and he simply just feels worn out or even jealous
-. He will tilt your chin towards him and whisper in your ear to tease you just because he can!!!
-. Now you might be asking, if he's a tsundere and untrusting of people, who made the first move? That's easy!
-. Basilio.
-. Basilio made the first move. Literally just locked the two of you in a room because the man is tired of all this tension and wants you two to kiss already and get it over with!
-. But back to Del!
-. I kinda imagine that Fidelio knows how to play violin, and because of this, I feel like he gets flustered whenever you compliment him playing.
-. He tries to brush it off, but every so often you catch him playing a little tune when he knows you are watching.
-. I can imagine during special occasions, he brings it out just for you!
-. I also kinda feel like whilst Basilio is more innocent and romantic when it comes to love, Del, in moments of privacy, is a bit of a flirt, and occasionally whispers all the things he can think of in your ear.
-. "How did I end up with such a sweet thing like you, love?", "Del stooooop..."
-. "I mean it, so sweet, in fact, I doubt I could resist a taste~","FIDELIO!!!"
“This is so childish” Fidelio grumbled under his breath.
“I’m sure it won’t be that bad” you replied.
You sat next to the Paripus as he continued to silently sulk, a small huff falling from his parted lips as he adjusted himself in his chair. It squeaked loudly in protest. Basilio and Junah sat across from both of you, a wide folding fan poised in Junah’s grasp as she used it to cool herself off. Even though the sun had dipped low beyond the horizon, the heat of the day still lingered. The dingy little campfire you all huddled around out here in the middle of the woods did little to help stave off the heat, the warm flames licking at your heated skin as the orange glow crawled along any exposed skin. You found yourself swatting at mosquitoes when they buzzed too close, hoping to get a meal from your succulent skin.
“That’s right” Junah reassured with a cheery lilt to her voice. “Don’t you all want to play a little game to pass the time and forget about this dreadful heat?”
Basilio rolled his shoulders as he leaned his hands on the wooden crate he was perched on.
“I’m down for it” he said.
“Ugh, not you too Bas” Fidelio groaned, eyes threatening to roll hard and disappear into the back of his skull.
“What? It’s only a game” Basilio replied, the fur on his tail bristling.
“Yeah but does it have to be a game for kids?” Fidelio protested.
He crossed his arms over his thin chest, the tips of his ears flicking backwards to emphasise his displeasure. You giggled softly under your breath from his haughty reaction and you missed the way his shoulders tensed at the sound of your airy voice breezing past the plump seam of your lips. Junah fanned her warm face even faster as a pinch formed between her eyebrows.
“Oh stop being such a stick in the mud. Do you have any better ideas?” Junah prompted.
Fidelio opened his mouth to respond but he immediately closed it when he realised he didn’t have anything to bite back with. With a soft scowl he closed his mouth and shut up. Basilio laughed heartily at his older brother, waving his hand flippantly.
“Come on Del, lighten up. I’m sure you’ll get into it after a few rounds.”
“He does make a point though” you casually commented. “I don’t remember the last time I played truth or dare since I was a kid.”
Junah turned her scowl on you, her folding fan snapping shut as she pointed it at you and waggled it in front of your face like a finger.
“Now, now, who’s side are you supposed to be on? It’s just a bit of harmless fun.”
You laughed softly, holding your hands up to placate Junah lest you incur her haughty wrath.
“Sorry, sorry. Just wanted to add my two cents.”
Junah’s lips quirked in response as she unfolded her fan again and staved off the heat plaguing her once more. You silently wished you had one as well. You could feel sweat beading along the nape of your neck and soak into the collar of your shirt. It wasn’t the most pleasant feeling. You just hoped this game would make the hours fly by until it started to cool down a little. And for the most part, it was a pretty tame game. The dares weren’t outrageous. Though, you did dare Basilio to take a bite out of a lemon. You had been completely surprised that he had done it with zero hesitation, only to promptly spit it back out with a disgruntled look as the sour taste lingered on his tongue. You all got a good laugh out of that. As the game continued to drag on, Junah started to realise something. You never went for a dare, only responding with ‘truth’. She didn’t think Basilio nor Fidelio noticed either and a little scheme sparked in the back of her brain. So when it was her turn again, she called your name with a confident smile, turning to face you as she asked the question that had passed everyone’s lips multiple times already.
“Truth or dare?”
You hummed softly, like you were actually pondering the question and possibly considering the other option. It was an obvious facade, because you always picked the former, rather than the latter.
“Truth” you replied.
She brought her folding fan closer to her lips, obscuring the lower half of her face and hiding the devious smirk that stretched her lips. She batted her long lashes at you and for some unknown reason, you felt like a sudden shiver rolled down your spine from the twinkle in her eye. You suddenly regretted what your answer was.
“Are you in love with Fidelio?”
The silence that enveloped everyone huddled around the campfire was deafening. You could hear your pulse ringing in your ears as everyone was now staring at you. Your heart leapt up in your throat, anxiety knotting in the pit of your stomach as the gears in your head started whirring. How were you supposed to respond to that? Shock and disbelief was the first thing that flushed your system. You were staring wide eyed at Junah sitting across from you. She gave you a subtle wink and you realised the imp had been planning something for a while now. You opened your mouth but no words came out. Just a dry rasp of air before you sucked down a sharp gasp of breath. It whistled through your teeth and made your lungs burn. You floundered for another minute, failing to respond and fretting over it. The longer your silence pressed on, the worse it made you feel. Before you could attempt again, Fidelio spoke up.
“Ask another question.”
His words were rushed; impatient. He silently feared your response. Because he was positive it was going to be a response that he did not want to hear. The longer he stared at Junah, the more he was convinced that she knew. She knew that Fidelio liked you. He wasn’t sure when she could have found out, but she was a lot more perceptive than she led others to believe. A soft sigh blew past Junah’s lips.
“I wasn’t asking you” she stated. “It’s not your turn.”
“I don’t care” Fidelio snapped in response. “You can’t just go asking people such personal questions.”
“Oh pipe down, it’s just a bit of harmless fun” Junah reassured.
“Yeah, it’s okay Del” Basilio added. “There’s no harm being done.”
“Oh belt up Bas” Fidelio hissed. “You-”
“Yes.”
Fidelio paused in his ranting when he heard you speak up. He turned to you, a scowl still etched onto his face as he shot you a quizzical look.
“What?” he asked, a little dumbfounded.
Your answer had been a little rushed. You just didn’t want to see everyone bickering so you had forced the words out of your throat before you had realised and could snatch them back out of the air. The stifling heat of summer wasn’t the only thing that made your skin feel warm. You cleared your throat awkwardly, sucking down another long breath before speaking.
“The answer to Junah’s question is yes. Yes, I do like you, Fidelio.”
Silence once more took hold of everyone but it wasn’t as oppressive as before. Everyone was stunned by the revelation. You were most interested in Fidelio’s reaction. He had gotten awfully quiet and the expression that settled on his face was unreadable. After another moment, Junah broke the silence by cooing, quite loudly. It made Fidelio’s ears burn with a fierce itch.
“Oh that’s so sweet” Junah sang. “You and Fidelio will make such a cute couple~”
“Ugh, enough woman” Fidelio groaned. “Give it a rest.”
But he couldn’t hide it now. His face was flushed, the heat creeping down his neck as his tail flickered behind him to match the rhythm of his twitching ears. He couldn’t maintain eye contact with you anymore. They would nervously flit away. Before Junah could continue Fidelio made his way over to you, hand clasped around your wrist as he pulled you to your feet. You stumbled as you stood up, sensing his urgency as he dragged you away from the others.
“Come with me. We need to speak. In private.”
His ears flattened against his skull when Junah giggled and the heat rising to his cheeks burned hotter. Junah waved you off, signalling for Basilio to stay seated when he attempted to go after you both.
“Don’t go far, you two!” she called out. “And be back before it gets too dark!”
“Shut it!” Fidelio snapped in reply, voice fading as he lead you deeper into the woods.
You diligently followed behind him, dried leaves crunching under your heavy footfalls as you did your best to keep up with him. He was small but he was nimble and quick. You stared at the back of his head as a question came tumbling from your parted lips.
“Where are we going?” you asked.
“Not far” Fidelio replied, eyes forward and not once turning to look at you. “Just out of earshot of those two twits.”
Your gaze travelled to where his hand was wrapped around your wrist. His sharp claws were pressed into your plush skin, firm enough to leave behind crescent shaped marks that left you feeling just a tad uncomfortable. You turned your palm up, fingers brushing along the inside of his wrist as you tried to hold his hand. Fidelio got the hint and loosened his grip, just enough to allow your palm to slip against his. You could feel how clammy his skin was but you were polite enough not to point it out. You were certain that you were also drenched in a nervous sweat as you tried to anticipate what was to come.
“Did you mean it?” Fidelio suddenly asked.
His pace slowed and allowed you to catch up a little. You fell into step beside him, the cry of cicadas buzzing loudly in your ears to fill in the space of silence. You didn’t need him to clarify what he was referring to. Your lashes fluttered over the round swell of your bashful cheeks as you nodded, your finger scratching at the back of your neck in a nervous gesture. You smiled softly and nodded.
“Yes. I did.”
You swear you felt Fidelio squeeze your hand lightly. The fire light was just a tiny speck now and you’re both certain you were out of earshot of the other two. Fidelio stopped. He still did not turn to face you and you couldn’t quite get a good look at his face even when you tried to have a peek.
“For how long?” Fidelio asked.
The usual bite in his tone was gone. He was usually reserved and guarded. You could still feel that even now, even with a hint of softness in his voice. The tension between his shoulders hadn’t left and his back was strung like a bow.
“For a while” you admitted, taking a moment to think and reflect on it. “Probably…Well, not long after I met you and Basilio.”
There was a pregnant pause as Fidelio took in a deep breath. The gears in his head turned when he realised that you had liked him for just as long as he liked you and you had both been avoiding it for just as much time. He silently scolded himself. He should have said something sooner. But he had been too much of a coward. Too afraid that you didn’t like him back. Too afraid to ruin the friendship you already had. So he convinced himself that staying silent was the better option. To hide his feelings and not risk being vulnerable, too afraid of getting his feelings hurt or worse, having your feelings hurt.
He kicked a small rock that was under the heel of his shoe. His fingers twitched as he continued to hold your hand, eyes focused on the ground as your shadow merged with his. A soft huff of air blew out of his nose in such a rush it almost sounded like he snorted. He shook his head.
“You’re daft.”
You’re sure he wasn’t referring to you. After all, he hadn’t let go of your hand yet. You squeezed his hand and couldn’t keep the smile out of your voice.
(Yandere!Basilio Magnus, Fidelio Magnus, & Louis Guiabern X Reader)
Hello everyone. Guess who has a big girl full time job now! It’s meeee 🙂↕️. I also obviously got very very into Metaphor ReFantazio recently, and some extremely kind and lovely comments on my older work gave me the motivation to give the old fanfic muscles a workout, and I’m pretty happy with what I made! It seems like yandere is very niche within the Metaphor fandom, so I don’t expect this to reach/appeal to very many people, but I’m still happy I created it for myself at the end of the day :).
Hope you enjoy reading!
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Basilio’s purring rolled through you like thunder, his head resting in the crook of your shoulder sending the vibrations straight into your skull. He was wrapped around you like vines on a tree, one leg swept over yours with his tail swishing softly across your lap.
For all his musculature, he was surprisingly soft and comfortable to cuddle with when relaxed, and under any other circumstances you would have enjoyed it immensely.
He just had to get all cuddly on the one night you could escape.
The setting couldn’t have been more perfect - the Charadrius was moored in Port Brilehaven, and a dark storm had rolled in deep, leaving the night completely starless. You listened helplessly to the sound of pattering rain and thought about how it could have obscured the sound of your footsteps, how it might have been the perfect excuse to stoop into a random shop and hide until the inevitable search party blew over.
Even if you had the strength or agility to squirm out of Basilio’s grip, preferably without waking him, you couldn’t even begin to try until the other problem in the room made his move.
Fidelio was sitting at a small writing desk in the corner of the brother’s personal barracks, though you could only hear the sound of him shuffling papers around without any scratching of his pen. He hadn’t even changed out of his day clothes, which was odd even for someone as businesslike as him.
In fact, the more you thought about it, the more details about today seemed odd.
First thing in the morning, Louis had given his troops the Idlesday off, then invited you to accompany him around the city.
When you at first gently declined the offer, he made an odd comment about how “it was such a lovely city to escape into”. His smile looked the same as it ever did, but the way he looked you dead in the eye made a shiver run up your spine.
Then, when you stepped out to do a bit of personal shopping yourself, Fidelio had followed you through the streets far more openly than usual. You were normally loosely aware of him lurking in alleys nearby, but today he’d practically been attached to your hip.
Once you’d gotten back, Basilio all but leapt onto you, complaining of a stomachache. It was unlike him to reveal his pain at all, even when he came to you asking for alento herbs to deal with the lingering effects of the igniter experiments, there was always a brave face between you.
You gave him a painkilling elixir, but it didn’t seem to help, and as the evening rolled on he practically begged you to let him cuddle you so he could sleep.
It was all quite weird.
“Can’t sleep?”
Fidelio’s lilting voice cut through the darkness, and the suddenness of it made you gasp sharply.
“Got too many thoughts running through your ‘ead, eh?”
There was the sound of the chair squeaking slightly as he shifted, presumably turning to face you although you kept your eyes tightly shut. It was childish, but maybe if you kept us the facade of sleeping for long enough he’d just give up and go the hell to bed.
“‘S understandable, with the storm and all. Hard to sleep when it would be so easy for someone to be sneakin’ around, causin’ problems.” You stubbornly refuse to respond as he waited a few moments before continuing, “I’m probably not gonna get any sleep tonight. With Bas all knocked out someone’s gotta keep an eye on you. There’d be a lotta blood on our ‘ands if someone dangerous found you defenceless, y’know.”
He was speaking in that low, patient drawl he used when he needed to make an impression. His physique meant a more mindful reputation served him better against enemies.
Beside you, Basilio groaned and buried his face even deeper into the crook of your neck, shifting his grip around your shoulders and waist to pull you closer. The new position was a risky one for your escape, his grasp was looser but there was now more chance of waking him if moved too much.
Before Fidelio had a chance to keep badgering you, there was a single sharp knock at the door, and the distinct elegant sound of Louis’ voice from the other side. Being far from the door you couldn’t make out what was said, but it seemed to catch Fidelio’s attention, as he stood and walked to open the door quite quickly.
Weird. Normally he’d respond from within first, just to be sure.
The two whispered quietly to each other in the doorway, weird, before Fidelio stepped out, shutting the door behind him and seemingly following Louis to wherever he was needed.
This might be your only chance to escape, so you began to carefully squirm out of Basilio’s grip. As he lost the weight of you in his arms, and the warmth of you beneath him, he whined softly and his ears twitched back in frustration, but importantly he didn’t wake up.
Padding over to the door, you threw your coat and shoes on, looking a little odd as you were still in sleep clothes, but there was no time to change properly. You’d been subtly collecting things in this coat’s pockets for a few months now, in lieu of any kind of bag you would need to hide and grab on the day of your escape.
You tapped the pockets as you mentally planned out what you had, a decent amount of reeve as well as a small folding knife, some herbs you intended to plant to try and throw them off your scent in case they went that far to track you, and finally a small, secretive flame igniter that had been silently weighing down your pocket for months.
Slowly opening the door revealed a softly lit hallway. The vast majority of the troops were still out, enjoying their random Idlesday off and likely wouldn’t be back until morning. Perfect. Weird, but perfect.
You all but ran out into the hall, hustling towards the nearest exit as quickly as possible. You hadn’t been able to tell which way Fidelio and Louis had gone, but getting caught out of their room at all, let alone in your current state, would have been far more suspicious than you could ever explain away.
Better to just rush to the exit and worry about subtlety once you had the space.
With the rain plummeting down and your blood rushing through your ears, it would be beat impossible to hear them coming if you tried to listen for their footsteps approaching.
Rushing through the empty halls towards the exit, things were eerily quiet without the usual security. You shuddered and pulled the coat tighter around your body, protecting yourself from invisible prying eyes.
As soon as the door entered your sight you sprinted up to it and slammed your hand into the release button that was supposed to open the door without a key. From the inside, there weren’t supposed to be any security measures since the only threats worth worrying about were from the outside.
But the door didn’t open. Didn’t budge an inch, in fact.
You began pressing the button over and over again, quietly begging that the first press was a fluke.
“Oh, come on…”
The quiet whisper of anxiety echoed out in the entrance hall, hidden under a roll of thunder.
“Y’a’right there, pup?”
Scarce few meters away, Fidelio leaned against a wall that had previously obscured him from your line of sight. His arms were crossed and one eyebrow arched, looking thoroughly unimpressed if not for the mischievous smirk on his face.
Thorny vines of anxiety sprouted from the ground and rooted you down. You could do little more than stare at him with wide eyes as he pushed off the wall and slowly approached.
“What’re you doin’, tryin’ t’ get outside in this weather?” He asked with faux innocence, closing in on you with every step, “Almost looks like you were tryin’ somethin’ dumb.”
His smirk fell away on his final word, replaced with a scowl as he began reaching out to grab your arm. The surge of fear in the moment finally shook the ice from your veins and you span hard on your heel, running as fast as you could down the nearest hallway.
There was no other exit from this ship, but that didn’t matter when you knew that this was likely the best shot you’d ever get, and getting caught now might be the death of freedom for the rest of your life.
For now, your best option was to make as much distance as possible and find a room to hide in. You made a few wild turns around random corners, getting completely lost in the labyrinthine warship in the hopes of also losing your pursuers.
An ajar door caught your eye, the complete darkness beyond it convincing you it was the safest option you’d get. Throwing yourself inside, you slam the door shut behind yourself and immediately fumble in the darkness for a lock.
Strangely there wasn’t one, so you instead turned and pressed your back against the door. You reach into your pocket for the flame igniter and flick it on to get your bearings in the dark room.
It seemed to be a small… guest room? You had never seen such a thing in the time you’d been living on the ship, and it seemed unusually nice for a simple spare room.
Taking in your surroundings as footsteps seemed to hurry around outside, a chill like death slowly but surely crept down your spine.
An especially soft, large bed in one corner, with bedsheets already made in your favourite colour. Weird. The way Louis had all but gone out of his way to empty the Charadrius before a worrisome storm. Weird.
A writing desk in another corner, lined with books you recognised and fine ink and paper already laid out. Weird. Fidelio’s insistence on not letting you out of his sights for a second today. Weird.
A strange metal ring welded upright into the centre of the floor, the kind you’d previously seen in the cargo bay for securing ropes within. Weird. Basilio’s stomachache and especially cuddly behaviour. Weird.
The strange feeling of shapes in the door against your back, one at the back of your head and one with a small shelf pressing against your hips. Weird.
“Did you have fun running around like a beast out there, my dear?” Louis’ voice rang through the metal door, a smug smile audible in his voice, “Get it all out of your system? I certainly hope you have.”
