#berial x reader

[hxney-lemcn]

The Show Goes On — Berial (AFK Journey) x gn! reader

summery: you find yourself in the clutches of a jester who just wanted to have some fun. (un)fortunately for you, you seemed to have peaked his interest.

tw: uhhh Berial straight up kidnaps reader 💀 (this is not a yandere thing tho. Just crazy people shit). mentions of death/dying.

a/n: Berial simps have some food. Idk what possessed me when I wrote this but enjoy.

wc: 2.5k

Master List

The moon shone brightly over the town, casting dark shadows around every corner. Lights dimly lit up the main streets, guiding you on your way home. You had decided to cut through an alley,  something that you typically did to cut your travel short. Yet, as soon as you stepped foot into the dark alley only being lit up by the moon, you heard bells chime behind you. You paused, heart accelerating.

There were rumors of a Hypogen monster that lurked in the shadows. That if you heard bells to not look behind you or you would be doomed. How the screams of its victims were silenced before they could even let out a peep. You thought they were tales parents told to keep their kids from sneaking out at night, but at the moment it felt all too real. Taking in a deep breath, you tried to regain your composure, it was a silly rumor, but the way your hair stood on end had you stay cautious. 

You continued walking, trying to ignore the giggles that now accompanied the jingles. Your head twitched, instinct begging you to just take a peak at what was making noise, but you forced your head to stay forward. Your pace grew faster, as the end of the alley came into view. Every fiber in your bones told you you’d be safer in the light (silly humans always thought that). 

Just as you were about to step foot out of the alley, relief briefly flowed through you, only for that hope to be snatched just as quickly. Dark glove clad hands tugged you back by your shoulders, that giggling voice now right next to your ear. You couldn’t stop the shriek that tore from your lips as an inky dark face came into view. It donned a jagged grin, you could barely comprehend what you were currently witnessing. It had no lips, its jagged mouth reminding you of a jack-o-lantern, except jack-o-lanterns were meant to ward off evil. It seemed to lack any eyes, as there were no pupils or iris’, just pure white that was tinted purple. 

Its giggles turned into full blown laughter as it continued to drag you back into the inky blackness. You struggled, unsure what it wanted with you, but clearly it was nothing good. Your stomach dropped when you were suddenly picked up and were flying. You ceased your struggling, suddenly very aware that the hypogean could easily drop you to your demise. That seemed to amuse it all the more as its impossibly wide grin widened. 

Then, like it hadn’t just kidnapped you, set you down on your now wobbly legs. You placed your weight on a nearby wall, slowly taking in your surroundings. It wasn’t Esperia, that was for sure, which made your blood run cold. The two of you were in an area that you could only describe to look like a void. Dark, purple tinted clouds curled in the distance, the only ground being the weird estate like structure you were currently in. It hurt your mind wondering just how this place existed, and the hypogean seemed all too pleased by your expression. 

“You are tonight's winner!” The being exclaimed in a flourish. It twirled before falling into a dramatic bow, but instead of just taking off its hat, it took off its entire head. You blinked, bewildered as its eyes blinked up at you. It paused, as if waiting for you to clap, and you couldn’t hold the laughter that flew past your lips in surprise. The entire situation was absurd, and if you didn’t laugh you might actually cry. 

Your reactions seemed to make the entity even more jolly as it swiftly put its head on backwards. Only to twist it into the correct position, causing you to chuckle once more. It seemed to thrive on your ‘enjoyment’ (you didn’t find much joy in this situation) as it was more enthusiastic than before. 

“I knew you would be an interesting human,” It preened, every movement exaggerated as if to entertain. “As tonight’s winner, your prize is to witness a show put on by the great Berial himself!” The bells on his uniform chimed gently as he floated up, arms wide open along with his wings. 

You watched with caution, unsure of what was to become of you. Just what did Hypogeans find entertaining? Didn’t they enjoy the anguish of people? Spilling blood and finding joy in tears? It clearly found joy in your fear earlier, but strangely he seemed to enjoy your amusement as well. What would happen to you after the ‘show’? Is that when he would dispose of you? Perhaps you were the last act, to be messed with until you could no longer cry nor bleed.

“Now take a seat and let the show begin!” Berial (you assumed) exclaimed, whisking you away into a room that held a stage. One lone seat laid before it, and the jester gently pushed you into it. 

Every act had you on the edge of your seat. He would take a classic magician trick and have some dark twist. It took out a magician's wand, and with a flourish, it turned into a bouquet. You hadn’t seen magicians before, your only exposure being that from books, so it was all new to you. You merely worked at a tavern, hence why you were walking home so late in the first place. So at first, when he presented you the bouquet, you had forgotten for a split second that this was a hypogean you were dealing with, stranded in the middle of the definition of nowhere. Hesitantly you reached for the bouquet, the flowers were breathtakingly beautiful, and when your fingers wrapped around the base, bugs started to crawl out of the flowers. You screamed out of surprise, dropping the flowers and pushing yourself as far as you could into the surprisingly comfortable chair. 

Berial’s laugh rang out above you as you tried to steady your breathing. Once again it found your fear hilarious, and you halfheartedly glared. He laughed so hard his head rolled off his head, and you watched as it rolled past you, descending into an inky shadow. Its glowing eyes seemed to be seared into your eyelids as you swore you could still see the glow after you blinked. Your attention turned back to Berial’s body as it furiously patted where it’s head once hovered (you noticed it never fully connected with the rest of his body). 

You watched curiously as his hat appeared in one of his hands. He reached into his hat, pulling out miscellaneous items. Your amusement grew as the items grew to be more ridiculous. You lost it when it pulled out a gleamtail, the squirrel-like animal looking around confused, your gentle laugh filling the silence. That seemed to be the goal of that act, as he finally pulled his own head out of his hat, plopping both back where they belonged. He bowed again, and this time you did clap, a small grin tugging at your lips. The longer you watched, the more comfortable you became, and the less scary the entity before you seemed. Its acts grew more and more ridiculous, with a scare or two in between. 

Yet every show must come to an end. Berial was bowing once again after cutting a shadow creature in half and pretended to have lost its lower half. You clapped, finding yourself enjoying the company of such a strange being, only for the curtains to finally close. The show had been going on for so long that you forgot that there was going to be an end. You felt yourself tense once more, unsure what was going to happen next. Was this it? Were you going to die? He had all his fun and now it was time to get rid of you. You anxiously stayed in your seat, eyes scanning your surroundings. The grandiose room was dark, the lights that lit up the stage were gone and it was hard for you to see much of anything. 

“Boo!” Berial popped out suddenly in front of you. You flinched back, his long nose nearly poking your own. His glowing eyes and mouth were the only thing lighting up your surroundings. Giggling lightly, it pulled away, the rest of his body blending in with the darkness. 

“You are such a fun human,” It giggled, hands holding its face in what seemed to be fake adoration. “I’m tempted to keep you around.” This seemed to be your way out. Even if you actually had fun, you didn’t want to stick around for too long. Hopefully you could convince him to let you go.

“W-wouldn’t it be more fun to bring me back to Esperia?” You asked, feeling a bit intimidated with his eyes solely on you. “To try and catch me off guard?”

“My, and you’re so smart for a human,” Berial clapped. “Hide and seek does sound fun.” Before you could fully comprehend what he just said, you picked you up from your seat again. He flew you both back where you came, and you had to squint as the sun shone overhead. 

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That was how you found yourself with a Hypogean popping out at you when you’d least suspect it. It was weird, as you thought he’d lose interest in you the second he was gone, but he continued to surprise you. Sometimes as you’d walk to work you’d feel like something was watching you from the shadows, and now you had a reason to worry. 

Yet it never seemed like Berial actually meant you any harm. Its giggles trailed after you warmly, its scares becoming more playful than scary, sometimes it would even sweep you into an impromptu dance to a song only it could hear. You found yourself looking forward to your next meeting, eyes trailing to the shadows, watching for any hint of a disturbance within. 

Your coworkers had started to avoid you when they could. The sound of bells that used to be associated with the night had now started to be associated with you. Quickly you found yourself to be ostracized, people whispering about you just out of hearing range. You started to feel comforted in the jesters presence. He never failed to cheer you up (or scare you), and he found himself spending more time with you as well.

Typically Berial found people boring. They always reacted the same. Scream, cry, plead for their life. That wasn’t fun. And although his perception of fun was a bit…morbid, he couldn’t help but find you interesting. He hadn’t met anyone who actually laughed at his jokes, who didn’t scream when he tipped not just his hat but his entire head. You were a strange and fascinating human, and Berial found himself wanting to spend more and more time with you, seeing if he could make you pull an expression he hasn’t seen before. 

He found himself growing fond of you, something he didn’t think he could even feel! How strange you were for pulling these feelings out of him. It wanted more, its hunger insatiable, wanting to explore those odd feelings. The way it felt warm and fluttery at your laugh, or how its nonexistent heart jumped at any contact with you. Oh, and the way your eyes lit up when it would imitate you, and how silly you were when you would play back. No one had ever tried to entertain the entertainer before! 

That was how you found yourself in your current situation. The jester weighed you down as it laid its head in your lap. It made you slightly curious if you could pluck his head up just as he can to himself, but you felt it might be a bit rude if you tried (or maybe he’d like that, it was hard to tell). Instead, you found yourself brushing your fingers through his hair, his top hat resting on top of your own head. He seemed to preen under your touch, his jagged smile as wide as ever, he looked like the cat that got the cream. His tail had wrapped around your waist, and you were slightly curious why he seemed to be so affectionate. He was already odd for a Hypogean, but this was just adding to it. 

“Is something the matter?” You asked, fingers trailing down to his dark skin. You half expected your hands to ghost through him as his skin seemed to blend in with the shadows. 

“Never been better,” It said with a content sigh. You felt yourself heat up at the implication. Was it really so happy to be in your presence? Receiving your affection? You felt even warmer when it nuzzled its face closer to your hands. “What do you humans call this feeling again? Love?” You spluttered, flabbergasted at what just transpired. Love? Is it serious? Can a Hypogean even love? And a human no less. 

“H-huh?” You asked, eyes wide as you stared down at it. 

Suddenly, he broke out laughing and you felt your heart clench, “I’ve never seen you look like that before! Oh the hilarity!” Of course he doesn’t love you, he’s messing with you. He’s trying to get a rise out of you. And suddenly you found yourself wanting to leave. No longer did he seem warm like you had thought, but instead the cold monster he truly was. You shuffled, trying to push him off of you, but he stayed firm in his place. For someone so bouncy and light looking, he really could be heavy when he wanted. 

“Now now,” Berial continued to giggle lightly. “No need for the dramatics. Do I seem like someone who’d tell such jokes?” You only raised an eyebrow and he broke out in laughter once again. “Ah I suppose you have a point, dear. But truely, I would not joke about such things with you.” You wearily watched him as he sat up and turned to fully face you. Lifting up his hands, he gently grabbed your cheeks and squished them, causing you to send him a lighthearted glare.

“You are a strange human indeed,” He muttered, and a strange seriousness filled his tone. “What do you say, human. Do you feel the same?” Once again you felt your guard rise, unsure if this was another of his jokes or if he genuinely meant what he said. Although his smile seemed permanently imprinted into his features, the ends of his mouth looked softer, smaller. 

“Maybe,” You muttered to the best of your ability as his hands continued to squish his cheeks, your eyes couldn’t seem to look away no matter how hard you tried. 

“Then I must turn that maybe into definitely!” Berial exclaimed, jumping up with a flourish. 

“How are you going to do that?” You asked wearily. 

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.” And with that, he disappeared with a wink.

Just what have you gotten yourself into?

[dislifeismid]

Hey guys. Popping in to say, while i'm pretty much done with Dislyte, i've been playing afk journey a lot lately, so if anyone is interested in me making a blog for it..... i also have a discord server for freaks like me 💞 lots of berial and cecia art in the making

[merakiarchives]

Attention Seeker

Request byAdventuresinselfship!

Edited because I forgot what the request was lol

Characters: Berial & gn! reader

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Warning: None!

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Assuming Berial is as old as the other Hypogeans, this is kind of romance?

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I feel like being with Berial would be like watching a child. Although he’s almost 1200+ years old, his childish nature doesn’t fade.

Love language? Physical touch and gift giving. No questions. He’d give you small trinkets and almost always love to hold your hand.

Overall Berial just loves being with you. Always seeking you out when he’s not doing something or causing havoc.

100% has played various pranks on you. Which may or may not have been horrifying.

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You avert your gaze from the book in your hands towards the trickster who's lying in your lap. it's been a while since Berial requested you to sit on the side and let him use your thighs as his personal pillow, allowing himself to rest after causing havoc in Esperia.

As much as you love this moment, the sun was beginning to rise. It had chuckle as you look down as Berial’s sleeping face again. You break the silence as you rake your fingers through his fluffy hair, ruffling it a bit. he always seems to enjoy the gentle touch of yours which soothes his fatigue away.

“Don’t you have a mission you need to get to?” You ask as Berial blinks awake. The Hypogean pouts as he wakes up. Turning around and hiding his face in your thighs.

“Nope! I’m perfectly comfortable! And missions are dumb!” Berial whined, a cheeky smile on my face when he turns back to you.

“Oh well. If you get scoldings it’s not my fault” you shrug, turning back to your book. Only to stop when Berial grabs the bottom of the book.

“Stop reading and give me attention.” He pouts, closing the book and throwing it to the side.

You know Berial is going to get your book later. But it’s hilarious to mess with Berial. Especially when he’s usually the trickster.

Beginning to stand up, Berial whines. Trying to push you back down. “I’ll get you your book! Let me sleep for longer!” He complains.

“Alright.. alright! I’ll sit back down.” You sigh sarcastically. Sitting back down and playing with his hair.

Although, “maybe I should get up…” you consider, a teasing tone to your words.

Nonetheless. It’s hilarious to see Berial’s face glare at you

[merakiarchives]

I love how you write Berial!! It's so cute~

I don't see much platonic!Berial content out there so I was wondering if platonic stuff was also an option for requests? Like, purely family-like, preferably siblings

I was thinking of Reader who's not related to Berial in the slightest, they're not even hypogean themselves, but has developed a sibling dynamic with him over time for whatever reason. Maybe Reader has to be the reasonable level-headed one here because someone needs to keep an eye of that chaotic devilish jester.

Or, if you prefer the dramatic maybe slightly angsty version of this, what if they were, in fact, related (idk how?? How do hypogean even work???) or had a very strong family-like bond in the past that still remains, but Reader is a celestial or became a celestial at some point?

Rekindling a Bond

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Characters: Berial x Hypogean! GN! Reader

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Genre: Platonic, Fluff, Fic,

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Warnings: Reader is referred to as 'Muffin Head' once.

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A/N: OMG! I love the idea! However, I'll probably leave out the celestial part + Change the family bond part :( I hope you still like it though!

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You never understood why he stuck around. You, being the closest Hypogean to befriend Reiner usually led you to be rather.. stoic. Very put together, never being messy, ALWAYS doing everything perfectly. So.. why would he stay with you? Because he was your brother.

"Hey Muffin Head!" A familiar voice yelled, followed by the annoying chime of bells. You sigh, looking up from your book as you uncross your legs and stand up. Adjusting your clothes and closing the book. Carefully aligning it on the table before looking at Berial.

"Hello Berial.. Please lower your voice." You sigh, smiling softly as you run a hand through his messy hair. Taking the time to adjust his hat and comb some parts of his hair down.

"BUT WHYYY!!" He pouts, looking up at you annoyed. Tossing himself on the sofa and kicking his feet disrupting the pillows and the cushions. Only stopping when you eye him with a frown. "sorry.."

You smile again, helping him to his feet and fixing the couch. Summoning a pair of tea cups and setting them down on the table. Sitting down on the floor in front of it, you pat the space next to you. "Sit.. I'd like to ask you some questions."

"Juice please!" He smiles, sitting down and holding his cup up. Only to look at the cup confused slightly after. "You.. kept it?" He mumbled in disbelief. It was the one cup he got his hands on as a kid. Broke it and then drew all over the pieces.

He could remember that day fondly, you got so mad. Very unlike you to be fair. However, he never thought you kept it and fixed it. Thinking you had obviously just gotten rid of it.

"Of course, now. Drink up. It was blueberry wasn't it?" You chuckle, watching carefully as the cups fill with your preferred beverages. Being considerate the add a few sugar cubes to his before he drank it.

"Yeah.. thank you" He smiles, looking up at you before drinking the liquids. "What where your questions?" He asked softly, being considerate to ask after you drank your share.

"Just a few.." You began, smiling back at him before starting your daily rounds of 20 questions. This was a routine every day. Or almost.. Berial would come to find you, sit down, drink something, or eat something, then get to know each other.

Why did you need to get to know each other? Because you both rarely interacted as younglings. You preferred sitting in the library learning to read from the elders while Berail loved to cause mischief. You both had really no time to interact because of thus. That and the very strict schedule Reiner had placed for you when deciding you would be his student.

Your interactions would last usually until exactly 2:30pm when you would leave for your lessons with Reiner. Even though Berial despised the man, and Reiner despised Berial. He would take his time to walk you to your meeting place.

After Berial would wait outside of the rift for you. Quickly standing up and giggling as you come out and carefully shield your eyes from the setting sun. Standing next to him you would watch the setting sun together. Doing the same with the sun rise. Finding it.. peaceful to see Berial not causing active mischief to everyone he comes across.

[merakiarchives]

Can I ask for some berial x reader? With maybe a bit of kissing? (Love you and your work<3)

My Little Jester

Berial art credits here

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Characters: Berial x GN! Reader

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Genre: Fluff, Fic

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Warnings: Established Relationship.

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A/N: Guys. We’re ignoring the fact I have like one smut Bryon Fic coming out and like 3 other fics for Scarlita, Rhys, and the final part to my Lorsan x Reader x Bryon series, I have yet to start. Pretend you heard nothing guys. -🩵

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Being Berial’s significant other comes with.. many hardships. Although you much admit. You love the way you cuddle.

You just know he can get really clingy subconsciously in his sleep, it's a response to the fact that deep down he knows that he finally has someone he can let his guard down with.

You let out a sigh and tried to roll over, get away from your lover who you thought had placed his head on your chest and was now crushing it. You tried muttering out a few words but your sleepiness prevented you from forming a coherent sentence.

“N..no. Don’t wake up. It’s not time to wake up.” He slurred, flopping his arm around your neck and digging his head more into your chest.

He's very stubborn when it comes to waking up. you and him will become a tangled mess of limbs, legs intertwined as he cuddles up to your side. so it makes it pretty difficult for you to move anywhere unless you're both up.

You sigh, brushing a hand through his messy hair. Carefully ushering his chin to rest on your cues to look him in his eyes. “I’ll make you your favorite breakfast.” You try, smiling slightly when he peaks his eyes open.

“Mm.. try again.” He huffs, kissing your jaw before hiding back into the warm abode of which your chest provides.

“What-? Oh come on! Berial. Please.. ‘m hungry” you whine, trying to squirm out from under the playful Hypogean.

“Nope! Not until you promise me something.” He protests, hugging your waist tighter with every squirm.

“Cookies? Confetti? Glitter!?” You try, turning around and trying to crawl out from under him. Only to pout when Berial dragged you back.

“Kisses. I want kisses.” He corrects, beginning to playfully kiss your shoulders as you pout.

Oh.. this is going to be a long morning..

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[merakiarchives]

I really REALLY love your Berial writings omg!!! There hasn't been much fanfiction in the afk journey space, especially the silly jester,,,,

If it's not much trouble- and because I really love this lil clown- may I request another berial,,,,, like!!! maybe they're a curious researcher of some sorts, who's interested to know more about celestials and hypogeans (they'd always excuse it as 'in search of lost history') which is why they followed that one rumor about the jingling of bells to find any leads, and that it may have piqued Berial's interest to mess around with them due to them being a somewhat willing and new face?

IDK IF IM ASKING FOR TOO MUCH I JUST LOVE UR WRITING SM!!!! Have a good day :DDD

Searching through the Past, But never the Present.

Part 2: smut

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Characters: Berial x Scholar! GN! Reader

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Genre: Fluff, Fic

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Warnings: None!

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A/N: Hey guys! Tysm for the recent support! I hope you enjoy! Also sorry Anon if this isn't what you wanted. I changed some things from the request! Also lmk if you want a Pt 2 + some ideas for it!

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You sigh as you aimlessly walk through the dense foliage, dumb rumor. It probably wasn't true. Following the chime of a bell? Where would you even find one in a forest!? You should just turn back, maybe go back and get some lunch. The sun beating on your back didn't help when you groaned over the beads of sweat that were soon forming from the heat.

That's it. You're turning back. Maybe you'll complain to your friend about following the rumor. Quickly grabbing a dash of water from your canteen, you hurriedly fix yourself and start marching out of the forest. That is.. until you hear a unfamiliar chime.

You stop, quickly waiting to hear the chime again. Thinking it was the sun finally seeping into your brain and messing with you. You sigh as it never came, turning around again only to hear the chime again. Swiftly turning around, you almost sprint towards the sound.

'Please.. Please.. Please..! Please say that this is true!' Your brain screamed. However, your body didn't react well to the sudden jolt of excitement. Tumbling down a hill after your foot got caught on a tree branch.

You yelp as you finally stop when you collide with a tree. Groaning in pain as you close your eyes. Only to snap open when a chuckle emerges from above you.

Snapping your eyes open, you met with a sinister grin of.. a Hypogean!? Quickly sitting up, you rub your eyes. Staring in awe at the.. Jester..?

"A-are you a Hypogean..?" You mumble, almost to yourself. Adjusting your voice, you say again "Are you a Hypogean? Like an actual Hypogean.?"

"I guess, Why do you seem so surprised? You're like a little baboon!" The jester laughs, carefully leaning against his hands as he floats in front of you.

A big grin on his.. mouth? Follows you as you stand up. Frowning when you scramble for your notebook. "Oh. You're one of those people" He pouts

"What? I just.. was curious about you?" You try, hesitating as you put your book back. Only to try to smile as the Hypogean comes closer and tilts your chin in his forefinger.

"Hmmm. Alright. I'm Berial. Like the action or practice of interring a dead body. That word, but spelt at B-E-R-I-A-L. Remember it." Berial giggles, returning his feet to the ground with a little squeak.

Giggling as he quickly walks off. "Come on. We don't have all day." He teases, leaning back and winking.

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[hxney-lemcn]

One Shots

Should I? — Bryon (AFK Journey) x gn! reader

Not Allowed — Lorsan (AFK Journey/Arena) x gn! reader

The Show Goes On — Berial (AFK Journey x gn! reader)

Headcanons

More Than Friends — Rhys (AFK Journey) x gn! reader

[merakiarchives]

CRASHES HI I SAW AND IM HERE TO BOTHER U AGAIN AUTHOR ALASNDNDB

And since u offered a little part 2 I would love to request for one hehe :3c and I kinda do have an idea!! Although I guess it may be a bit suggestive, but you could change it if u want!

I was thinking that maybe the scholar got a bit too curious, and wonders if Hypogeans are capable of feeling any form of desire that doesn't come from destructive or.chaotic means. Berial laughs at the idea and even jokes about how only the scholar should def kiss that idea goodbye BUT SCHOLAR ACTUALLY SAID "IGHT BET" (they try to claim its for research but we know what they are..)

So maybe it went from just testing out small kisses with this demonic little shit to now having become a mess because the.kissing got a little heated (that and it's REAL serious when even they don't care about the mess they've made with their notes scattered..), that and maybe,,, Berial instigated the heated session in the first place,, both are curious little weasels I swear.. it's up to you as to.how it ends!!

Sorry for making.this quite a long one KDBDNDG BUT I.THOROUGHLY ENJOYED THE.SHORT FLUFF :DDD and sorry for any errors, I'm on the phone and a bit sleep deprived KDHDKDB anyways LOVE UR WRITING AS ALWAYS!!

Fantasizing History

Part 1

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Characters: Berial x Scholar! Fem! Reader

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Genre: Smut, Drabble

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Warnings: Reader referred to as 'Lucky Charm', Kissing, Berial is experienced, Virgin Reader, Fingering, Consensual

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A/N: I hope this is something similar to what you imagined! I changed a bit to make it more accommodating for me so I hope it wasn’t that drastic. Also, ignore me using this as my reference for all the Berial smut requests I've got :). + sorry this is really short my brain is still getting used to writing smut. -🩵

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You stayed and studied Berial for 4 months after the initial meeting. Carefully becoming friends with the Hypogean and soon falling slowly for his playful attitude. Occasionally bringing him treats, finding particularly, that he liked blueberry parfaits. Or.. really anything blueberry now that you think about it.

"Berial!! Hello?? I brought more muffins!" You yell, wandering around the woods and waiting for Berial to pop up. Turning towards the subtle chime of bells.

"Ohh! My dear Lucky Charm!" He giggles, quickly taking your side and happily walking you deeper into the forest.

You two stop at a set of ancient ruins, Berial occasionally grabbing the few muffins that you brought and eating them while you curiously investigate the ruins. Asking him momentarily for translations or what something meant.

Maybe 1/10 times you ask he might give you an answer, if not he just shrugs and continues eating.

"You know.. what is all your research for anyway. It's not like you get anything good from it" He yawns, gets up from the broken rock wall, and makes his way toward you.

"Well.. find evidence, analyze its content and biases, corroborate it with further evidence, and use that evidence to develop an interpretation of past events that hold some significance for the present, basically. Also, its something I enjoy" You explain, only stopping when you realize Berial just stared at you balantly.

"Maybe you should kiss those research papers goodbye." He chuckles, carefully stuffing your face with the muffin he was enjoying.

"Wh- mph!" You yelp, carefully holding the muffin and eating it. Pouting and watching Berial walk around the ruins with an interesting tune.

"Fine.. I will kiss those research papers goodbye" You huff, quickly catching up to him and kissing him on his lips. You squeak when you feel a long tongue lick at your tongue.

As you pull back, Berial grips your hair on the back of your neck and pulls you in for another kiss. Slowly, breaking the kiss again, Berial looks at you in awe. Smiling brightly as he left you flustered.

"I- I didn't know you guys could uhm.. have the feeling of desire.." You mumble, watching as Berial takes your hand and holds it. "May I? I'd like to pleasure you"

"Please.." You mumble, a bit flustered at the request. "I would like that, but.. uhm I haven't done this before."

"It's alright.. I'll go slow." He promises, sitting leaning against a wall and pulling you on his lap. Wrapping his arms around your waist and carefully sucking hickeys onto your neck.

His thumb brushed against your hip, causing your them to involuntary buck—trying to get any bit of friction you could from him. He blew his cold breath into your ear while shifting your pants to the side. Causing you to shiver while he toyed with the nub as he felt his finger begin to be coated by your slick. Two fingers slowly sank themselves into you, pumping at a slow pace.

Berial desperately wanted to hear your voice, especially get louder and moan his name. Slowly picking up his pace until you were clinging onto him and whimpering from the overstimulation.

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TUMBLES FORTH

Hear me out... I know I've been requesting for a lotta Berial lately... but what if.... Reader as a Celestial... meets cheeky little silly.....

It's like one of those scenarios wherein the celestial reader is curious but also wary of him and he'd always outsmart them whenever they'd try to get him back to that hypogean rift or even trying to eliminate him (to no avail......)

Just a small thought! :3c

I’ll Miss You

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Characters: Berial x Celestial! GN! Reader

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Genre: Fluff, Drabble

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Warnings: Berial is kinda clingy, Berial refers to you as 'lovely, and Berial has a massive crush on reader, Sad ending tbh-

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A/N: NO! STOP FALLING GUYS! Anyway, I'm listening and I love the idea! I changed it a lot if I’m being honest.. so don’t be afraid to re-request! + Sorry guys, im going to be doing more drabbles because rn I'm kind of struggling with my posting schedule. I hope you guys understand.

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"Well! If it isn't my old friend. How are doing now lovely?" A familiar voice chuckles, followed by an all too familiar chime of bells. Quickly turning around you're met with a pair of purple eyes and a large grin.

"Berial.." You mumble, adjusting your voice and taking a step back. Watching as the hypogean smiles wider and moves closer. Hugging your waist and giggling.

"I missed youuuu! Anyway, come on. Let's go!" He laughs, grabbing your hand and dragging you through the ruins.

"Berial! Stop we might get caught!" You seethe, trying to stop him and squirming away from him and his grasp.

"Oh well! So what! Anyway, come on. The elders or old people aren't here yet!" He smiles brighter, skipping along as he finally got you to himself.

"Actually, how about we go this way!" You try, tugging him the other way and desperately trying to get him back to the rift. Only trying to add in a smile when he frowns and lets go of your hand.

"Do you.. not want me here?" He asks softly, looking at you and hesitating. Looking up at you with a frown

"What!? No- I uh.. look. Berial.. we can't be together." You confess, trying to look him in the eyes and smiling softly.

"Alright.. I see how it is. Just.. don't forget me." He chuckles kissing you on the cheek before disappearing into the night.

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I saw somebody request cute kisses with Berial, and I absolutely loved it! Could I maybe request something cute like that with kisses, but with Rhys? (I absolutely adore you and your writing<3)

The Nights Nest

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Characters: Rhys x Implied Mauler! GN! Reader

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Genre: Fluff, Drabble

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Warnings: Rhys refers to you as Birdy, Rhys is really soft in this! Also, not as chaotic ig..?

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A/N: I’m assuming you’re talking about ‘My Little Jester’. If not, please feel free to re-request! Also, update: Get ready for some smut fics. Hopefully they’re good.

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Being in a relationship with Rhys is.. actually pretty easy. Other than trying to keep him on task of course. Although, when you do finally or eventually get tired, he doesn't blame you for taking a nap or two away from him. However, actually getting him to sleep with you.. is. well- quite a hassle.

"Rhys.. come on. We need to go to bed. The terrabirds will be fine. Plumecharger will take care of them." You mutter, carefully taking the maulers hand in yours and guiding him to the box of seeds.

Rhys only whined slightly, pulling away from you gently and trying to get back to the birds. The seeds fell from his bare hands ever so slightly. The Terrabirds only chirped confused at him, carefully eating the seeds from the cold sand of the desert.

The sand shifts slightly as you finally pull Rhys into your arms. Pressing soft kisses against his fluffy ears, giggling slightly as they twitch at the sudden touch. Rhys only pulled back to see your face, carefully brushing some sand out of you're hair.

"Come on birdy, It's only a little 'ore. Plumecharger don't got enough for 'em all." He pouts, showing you his somewhat full palm. Looking back at you with a small smile, obviously trying to fool you into saying the 'yes' he oh so wants to hear.

"Fine.. but give me some. You shouldn't get all the fun" You sigh, the weight of the seeds slowly falling onto your hand as you both made you're way back to the large birds.

Letting the birds peck and nuzzle into your hand. The weight was slowly lifted from your palm. Making your way back to Rhys as he finished his half too.

"Like promised. Let's get off to bed" You sigh, a short yawn interrupting you mid-sentence. The hand on your back only made you chuckle slightly.

Rhys, the one you thought would always protest going to sleep was guiding you to bed. The breeze tossed your hair messily. Letting Rhys laugh at your new appearance, brushing some hair out of your face as he opened the door to your shared home.

Taking his time as he brushed the sand out of your hair then his. The occasional kiss on the cheek never fails to leave you surprised. Gently pulling you into bed and into his arms.

"Good night Birdy." He murmurs, greeting you with kisses on your shoulders and jaw right before he tucks his head into your neck.

"Night Rhys, Plumecharger. No. You can't sleep in here" You protest, groaning as the Terrabird immediately drops into you're shared bird as Rhys laughed loudly at the bird's intrusion.

Boy.. this is going to take a while.

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Hello! I am new to your blog and I noticed that you also write smut, so I am here Tia SK if you could write some berial x reader smut? (Maybe afab or GN reader?) If you're somehow uncomfortable than you do not have to do it of course?

I hope this is something similar to what you were hoping for! Here