I would give my arm for some tristepin x reader pretty please!
Yeah, of course!
I'm not sure if you're the same anon who asked me for some wakfu x reader hdcs that other time. So just in case, if you're not the same one and you're looking for some more Tristepin x Reader stuff, then I made some headcanons right here!
Also I wasn't sure if you wanted a fic or some headcanons from your ask, so I ended up making a short fic for this one since my shared link above already had headcanons about him.
So yeah!
Here's a Tristepin x Reader short fic:
🛡️ “You Don’t Have to Prove Yourself to Me” 💕
Tristepin x Reader | Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Adventure | Length: Short fic
Reader is gender neutral here. Therefore, using they/them pronouns.
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The midday sun filtered through the canopy, dappled light flashing off Tristepin’s demonic sword as he cleaved a monstrous Tofu out of the air. You flinched—not from fear of the creature, but because you hadn’t even seen it coming.
“Ha! Did you see that?!” Tristepin shouted, breathless with glee, flicking feathers off his blade. “A perfect mid-air slash. Classic Pin style!”
You forced a smile and gave two thumbs-up. “Awesome. Super clean kill.”
He grinned and patted your back—perhaps a little too hard—and bounded ahead through the brush.
You followed, carefully, heart pounding in your ears. Your legs were sore. Your pack was too heavy. And your nerves had been frayed since the first ambush four hours ago.
But none of that mattered. You had insisted on joining him for this quest. You said you wanted adventure. He had beamed with joy when you asked, practically glowing with pride.
So you couldn't let him down. You had to keep up.
You weren’t a warrior. Not like him. Not yet. But if you slowed him down, if you got hurt, if he got hurt because of you—you’d never forgive yourself.
***
By late afternoon, he was boasting some more.
He had made a joke about "facing off against a wild Boowolf with one arm tied behind his back,” and you tried your best to laugh about it. But...your smile was thin. Your steps were slower.
You hadn’t asked for a single break, but your breathing was tight. Labored.
When you thought he wasn’t looking, you rubbed your shoulder and winced. Tristepin, as unaware as he usually was, had expectedly not noticed a thing.
But his demonic companion did.
"Hey, iop brain." Rubilax grumbled.
"Hm?" Dally kept walking at the front with a triumphant smile, barely listening to Rubilax's insults at the moment.
"Did you forget something?" His demonic sword narrowed his eye at him.
The ginger warrior hummed for a second, his steps never missing a beat.
"Hmm...Nope! I made sure me and my little dearie had enough food and lots more danger to run into this week." He chuckled before smugly smirking at his sword after he hadn't responded for a bit. "Heh. Ecaflip got your tongue? You thought I didn't plan an entire week for me and my gorgeous Gobball pie, did you? Think again! I thought a lot about all the things we'll do together and made sure to pack up to not miss anything important! How you like that, huh? Turns out all that planning wasn't so dumb of me to do after all!" He grinned. "Bet you look like a real moron now trying to make me feel like one but instead you got that straight back in your little sneaky face stuck in that sword, hah!"
Contrary to Dally's cocky behavior right now, Rubilax wasn't the least bit pleased at all.
"Tch. You really are blind, aren’t you?" The demonic voice grumbled.
Dally's smug grin faltered a bit. He clearly hadn't expected Rubilax to sound so...unfazed at his planning. This was something he had really worked on for his dearest. He had checked, double-checked, and even tripled checked everything before going off with them. So much so, that he had even counted the weeks and days before this moment. He knew Rubilax could see how much this all meant to him because he had seen it all firsthand since he could never leave his side but mostly because he had witnessed Dally actually try to count.
So despite all of his clear efforts...what was the issue here?
Dally slightly turned his head to glance back at you for a second. You were walking behind at a regular pace. Not an excruciatingly slow pace, but not an enthusiastic fast one either. Just...a normal walk. One that...looked so monotone and dull.
Upon seeing your odd walk, Dally's first thought was to immediately go back to your side and ask what was wrong, but Rubilax's words kept gnawing in his brain at the moment, so he had to find out about what he meant by that comment first.
He turned his head back forward and looked down at his sword.
His eyebrows furrowed. "What are you on about now?" His whispered tone demanded an explanation but also contained a slight hint of curiosity in his voice. If this was about you, then he had to know what Rubilax meant by his words.
His demonic companion only rolled his eyes at his question however.
"Them, idiot. Your so-called 'gorgeous Gobball pie'. They're dragging their boots, barely eating, not even pretending to laugh at your dumb jokes anymore. Ring any bells?"
Tristepin's brows only furrowed even more. He had no idea where Rubilax was going with this at all.
"They're just tired. We all are. Long day." He retorted.
His friend in his hands spoke back.
"No. This is more than sore feet. They're carrying something heavier than that bag of gear you always insist on lugging yourself. You’ve noticed. You’re just too stubborn to say anything."
Tristepin pauses, then sneaks another glance at you before quickly looking back at Rubilax.
"...You think I should talk to them?" He slowly said.
Rubilax didn't waste a moment to respond.
"Wow, he can think. What a moment." His mocking tone could be heard dripping with sarcasm. "Yes, genius. Maybe try being a hero for once without swinging me around. Use your words instead of your muscles. Ask them if they're okay. Listen. You might learn something."
Tristepin rubbed the back of his neck. He had a look of hesitance and uncertainty in his eyes.
"I’m not good at that stuff. What if I make it worse?"
Despite how annoyed he was by his holder's tomfoolery at times, even he begrudgingly knew that this was a very important moment for Dally. So if he had made a mistake, he couldn't have done it willingly or by simply being a iop head. He... was actually trying hard.
Maybe this time...this time he could be a bit more patient with the guy.
Dally suddenly heard a sigh from his demon's imprisonment.
"You won’t." Rubilax's voice softened just a little as he continued. "They trust you, bonehead. Just be honest. It’s not always about fighting monsters. Sometimes, it’s about standing beside someone when the monsters are in their head."
Tristepin remained quiet for a second. His footsteps faltered slightly and then halted to a stop before they then resumed again. It seems like the more he thought about what Rubilax said, the more he started to understand.
After what felt like a while to the demonic sword, Dally opened his mouth. "...Okay. You’re right. I’ll talk to them." He finally responded.
Rubilax could be heard letting out a chuckle at that.
"Of course I’m right. I’m always right. You’re just lucky I haven’t taken over your brain yet."
Even Dally could sense Rubi's cheerful smug from a mile away.
The ginger warrior could only slightly shake his sword around a bit, but a small smile spared on his face nonetheless.
"One day I’m gonna dunk you in a well."
Meanwhile, you had no idea about the entire conversation that had been going on a few feet away from you. You were too tired and sore to be responsive right now but you did hear some slight chuckles here and there near you in the front.
Dally could only be talking to Rubilax right about now.
Something in your chest tugged.
***
At camp, you finally dropped your pack and collapsed by the fire. Tristepin was quiet, unusually so. You thought he was cleaning Rubilax, but he was watching you.
He saw you stretch your legs like you were hiding pain. He saw your hands tremble slightly when you reached for your waterskin.
And that's when he slowly started to approach you.
“Hey,” he said gently, scooting closer. “You okay?”
You blinked. “What? Yeah! I’m—fine. Great. Just tired, you know?”
“...You’re limping.”
You looked down, heat rising to your cheeks. It was one thing to be aware of your own injuries and trying to hide them, but it was a completely other situation to have your loving warrior boyfriend notice them. Sure, he noticed, but it's not like you're surprised that he can actually detect when you're hurt or not! It's just that... you wouldn't expect him to realize sooner. But then again, adventuring, going on quests, and dungeons is his entire forte. So perhaps...it did make sense that he'd easily notice.
With a tint of an embarassed blush on your cheeks, you turn your head away and respond back as normally as possible. “It’s nothing. I just tripped on a root earlier. I'm fine.”
But Dally wasn't about to drop the topic so quickly like you.
“Honey, why didn’t you say anything?” he scooted a bit closer.
You opened your mouth. Closed it again.
“I didn’t want to slow you down,” you mumbled. “You’re so good at this. I just… I didn’t want to be a burden.”
His eyes widened—hurt flickering behind them like a shadow. “A burden? You?”
You still kept looking away. “You’ve been doing all the fighting. I just wanted to prove I could be useful. That I belong out here with you.”
Tristepin dropped Rubilax onto the grass, much to the latter's displeasure. You swore you could almost hear an annoyed grunt coming from the sword itself.
But your thoughts couldn't dwell on what you've heard for long because you suddenly felt Dally's presence right in front of you. The sudden proximity made you flinch and instantly turned your head back around to face him only for his calloused hands to suddenly cup your cheeks gently, making sure your gaze was stuck with his own.
“Listen to me, okay?” His voice was low, serious—a rare tone for him. “You don’t have to prove anything to me. You being here? That already means more than you know.”
Your heart couldn't help but jump upright from his tone and his words. The way he bore his eyes to yours and never blinked to cut the connection apart.
You tried to get your senses back together, to gulp down something, anything, from your dry throat but to no avail. So you try to respond, to retort back to him.
“But I’m not strong like you...” You try to say.
But your chivalrous knight wasn't planning on letting your words win you over against his own.
“Strength isn’t just swinging a sword. It’s heart. It’s trying even when things are hard. You’ve got more of that than most warriors I know.” His voice was unwavering, but his tone got softer as a smile started to form. “And if you’re hurting, or tired, or scared—you can tell me. I won’t think less of you. I’ll just want to help.”
You blinked. Your throat only got tighter. “You mean that?”
“With all my Sadlygrove heart,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And besides… every knight needs someone to fight for." He gave you that goofy smile you loved so much. "I’d rather carry you than lose you, understand?”
You nodded slowly, finally letting yourself lean into him.
He wrapped you in his arms, warm and solid and safe. “Tomorrow,” he whispered, “we go slower. We take breaks. We go together. Sound good?”
You slowly nodded again. Your eyes were starting to droop a bit, and as your loyal lovesick iop was gently pushing your head against his shoulder, your body started to lean onto him even more.
The only sound you could now hear was the makeshift fire crackling a bit and its light giving a gentle warmth near you both.
Even Rubilax wasn't letting out any of his sarcastic comments and dry responses. You could truly hear nothing in the open field but you and Tristepin's soft breathing.
It was pleasant. Quiet. Soothing.
And for the first time that day, your smile was real.
