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Anonymous:
How do you think Guts, Griffith and Judeau would fare with a S/O that seems cold/aloof at first glance, but is actually quite affectionate and shameless in loving them? She'll flop herself against them when relaxing, feed them from her own plate, spoil them with kisses and gentle touches whenever the mood strikes, etc. Declaring her love for them in casual conversation is as easy as talking about the weather to her. (I got a soft ass heart and a mean ass face, can u tell I'm projecting?)
- “A force to be reckoned with”, were the words most of your soldiers would oft use to describe you. An unstoppable force met with an immovable object, when it came with your relationship with one of the Captains. And, honestly? There were no better words.
- A stern woman with eyes as cold as the glaciers from the Ivory Coast, a ruthless voice to command and an even character to match, there was no prayer that didn’t know your name when the Hawks flew into battle. So, upon this encounter, confusion was understandable, right?
- No one expected to find you in a most romantic embrace with the captain, huddled away from the bonfires, and most eyes, lovingly peppering his face in soft kisses, cut short as soon as the loud whistles cut through the silence. Turning into scared screams as soon as you bolted towards them, stick in hand, they sure learned a lesson that night.
- As for Guts? Well, he doesn’t really mind. Sure, it’s fun to poke fun at you from time to time, whispered sarcasm brushing your ear when you think no one is looking. He adores you all the same, and how could he not? You’re both the same.
- He especially loves it when all sternness drops from your shoulders after battle, like a cape, and spend the rest of the night in his quarters, pampering him with the gentlest of touches and rubs.Â
- “The Iron Lady”, was the title they’d baptised you as soon as you became known within the ranks. By whom? Why, the nobles of course! And Griffith adores it so.
- For the world to think of his beloved as a merciless, gelid war captain with a viperine tongue that’d bring the King himself to his knees, is worth of all the gold in Midland’s coffers. But, how untrue can it be, when he has you by his side, gently running your fingers through his hair with the gentleness of a harpist?
- Adoring every bit of you, the duality of your person; from a hardened warrior to a caring lover, he’s willing to explore every facet you have to offer him, every nook and cranny of your personality, a book he’s yearning to run his fingers through, drinking in every part of you.
- And oh, the looks of his underlings when you’re finished barking orders at them, only to turn on your heel and plant a big kiss on his cheek before battle, simply incredible!
- Composed, hardened, experienced, a cold hearted bitch, although Judeau has heard many things come from his comrades, mostly whispered in admiration than not, he’s not easy to sway from your side, quick to shut down those less than happy with your disposition.Â
- You’re a warrior, in every sense of the word! And Judeau respects that. However, he also respects how easy it is for you to change your demeanour whenever he’s in sight, as quick as snuffing out a candlelight, your cold visage thaws into a lovesick grin as soon as the two of your are together, and he’s been the target of many friendly taunts by his comrades.Â
- But truly, who could blame him? He gets the exact same way whenever you’re around.
Anonymous: Can I please get a headcanon for Guts with s/o telling him she's pregnant? Your choice of pre/post-Eclipse.
-After you manage to get the courage to tell him you are pregnant, you regret it immediately when you see his face going pale and his eye opening like a plate. You could swear that he is almost trembling.
-He feels despair. That word would sum up quite well the swirl of emotions going through his head. This can’t possibly be happening. Things are not ok, it’s too dangerous, far too dangerous. Both for you and the baby.
-He can’t even imagine himself as a father. He is panicking internally and you get so worried because he is just staring at you without saying a word.
-’…Guts?’ you call out to him softly, reaching to touch his forearm.
-He is fast to avoid your touch and quickly leave the room without looking back. ‘I just need a moment.’
-Please give him his space, this news isn’t exactly the best for him. He starts to think on how wonderful your pregnancy would sound if you two actually lived a normal life. And he even considers dropping you somewhere you can live peacefully without having your life on the line.
-But after a while of thinking about it he realizes that your safest bet is most likely by his side, and hates himself for even thinking of abandoning you.
-After a few hours, when he is able to get a hold of himself, he goes to the room you are resting, softly knocking on the door and entering after you give him permission.
-And when he approaches you, he gives you a hug (as best as he can) and sighs softly at the top of your head.
-’I…i don’t know anything. About this. You’ll… have to teach me.’ ‘We can learn,’ you tell him as you return the hug, ‘together.’
-From that moment on, he makes a promise to himself to protect both you and your baby with his life, and hopes that this will actually be a change for the best.
I’m going to write post-Eclipse Guts here since you didn’t specify!
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-He probably has no idea what a period is, at least not pre-Eclipse Guts. Post-Eclipse Guts on the other hand, would know it since he had to take care of Casca, and will pretty much ask Farnese for details so he can get a better grasp at taking care of Casca.
-He is going to be quite iffy about it though. The sight of blood doesn’t bother him on the slightest, but he really doesn’t know how to handle you.
-At first he probably just stays away from you since he doesn’t know how to act.
-Until you tell him not to be silly and that he doesn’t have to act any different, which kind of embarrasses him and relieves him.
-He is willing to do anything to get you painkillers. Stealing, buying or asking Schierke to make medicine for you, anything just so you are not in pain.
-Guts will have no problem washing your clothes or the sheets if you stained them. Even more, he will insist on washing them so you can just rest.
-He won’t do it if you don’t tell him to but, if you ask him, he will rub your lower belly softly with his warm, calloused hand. You will always sigh out of relief at this, and he really doesn’t understand because he thinks his hand is too rough to caress you. But his hand is really warm and perfect for belly rubs!
-You can see the worry on his face whenever you are having strong pains and medicine doesn’t work. He can’t really imagine how it must feel like, so he can only watch with a feeling of impotence and rub your belly as you groan out of pain.
-He may actually kind of pamper you a bit during your period, thing he will deny completely.
-All in all he really tries his hardest to make your period as comfortable as possible. He is a big softie for you, even though he is quite sharp at the edges.
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-Lettuce
Anonymous: Could I get a scenario or just some headcanons (whatevers easier) of post eclipse Guts's S/O just giving his man a damn good back rub? Like popping out those essential oils and everything. Some good ol words of affection on the side maybe. Give my man a damn break please he needs it
He felt vulnerable, exposed. For you, it was hard enough to convince him to do this, and you could tell without even start to touch his body how tense he was. Despite this, you decide not to say a word, fearing that whatever comes out from your mouth could upset him.
Preparing the oils, you softly let him know that you are about to start.
“Alright Guts, is it ok if i start now?”
After he hesitates for a few seconds, he looks away a lets out a soft ‘yeah’.
You feel him jump and his muscles tense at your touch, and you had to fight your insticts not to draw your hand away.
Slowly, you start to spread the oil on his back, working on his muscles while you do so. Damn, he is really stacked, and has knots in nearly his whole back. This is your time to shine, and you hope to make him feel at least a bit better.
“Just tell me if it hurts too much, ok?”
You could only hear a scoff coming from him but, if you were looking, you could see him smiling.
Starting by his upper back, you work profoundly on the bigger knots, feeling satisfied when you felt the knot was no more. By the looks of it, your arms are going to be very sore tomorrow.
After working on a particularly hard knot, you hear him sigh in pleasure when you succesfully made it dissapear.
“Oi.”
You got nervous for a bit when hearing his voice, letting a small ‘yeah?’ to let him know you heard him.
“You’re good at this. I appreciate it.”
You felt your heart flutter at this. It was one of the few times he actually complimented you on something, let alone thank you for it.
“Thank you, Guts. I could go all night if you needed!”
Again, he scoffed.
“Alright, no need to go that far.”
You kept working on his back for at least one more hour, enjoying the calm athmosphere and the quiet sound of Guts’ breathing. After feeling your work was done, you wipe some sweat off of your forehead, sighing.
“Alright Guts, it’s done! How do you feel?”
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No answer.
“Guts?”
You slowly walk towards where he was facing, only to find him sound asleep on the spot. You smiled to yourself, feeling proud that you at least made him comfortable enough for him to manage to get some sleep.
