Oh lovelies, we're lacking of zzz men content. So here—
A few Headcanons for my favorite zzz men from me <3
Hugo being not much of a sweet tooth, yet also having hypoglycemic is a bit frustrating for him. And so if you ever mention that you want him to eat sweets when you're out on a walk with him in exchange you'll also share with him, he'll definitely tolerate it. Eating the sweets together with you. Why not?
Hugo will definitely whisper sweet nothings into your ear just to get a reaction out of you. He'll bask into your flustered face, like he knows how attractive his voice is. And he'll use it to his advantage. Especially when you say that you like his voice.
Harumasa is a clingy man. He'll cling to you, dramatically telling you that he's sick (when he's clearly not) just so you can get him off from work. And it works, sometimes. You'll oblige into this dramatic moments of his. Sometimes you don't, and by you rejecting the idea to help him, you'll earn a pouty harumasa.
Harumasa will definitely cuddle you to seek comfort from his nightmares, though at first, he wouldn't hug you to sleep. But don't be surprised if in the middle of the night you feel a pair of arms wrapped around you, a familiar smell of a shampoo product strokes your nostrils, along with a few hair strands tickling your collarbone and neck.
Lycaon is actually easily flustered if you push the right buttons. And if you successfully fluster him, you'll have his tail wagging behind him, his ears folded downwards along with his hand covering his mouth. Letting out an awkward cough. And you can tell he likes it from how his tail is wagging behind him, betraying his calm and composed façade.
Lycaon screams act of service and word of affirmation, he'll follow you around, holding your shopping bags, complimenting you everytime you show him your choice of clothings or accessories. Reassuring you that you look stunning in anything you wear. And he definitely will buy you flowers, a bouquet of flowers that reminds him of you. He'll also keep one flower with him at Victoria housekeeping just so he knows when he needs to buy a new bouquet for you.
Lighter will always have candies with him, lemon candies. Out of the blue he'll offer some to you because he doesn't know how to initiate conversations, he's a pathetic hopeless romantic man. Yet also inexperienced with romance, so he'll ask a few things from you on what to do when people went out on a date. Though, there are moments where he'll take you out around the outer ring, with his bike. Taking you out to view the stars outside New eridu.
Lighter is a simple man, he'll be a putty in your hands if you ever decide to treat his wounds after he's done fighting in the ring. You'll have him just sit there, eyes staring at you like a lovesick man as you treat his wound with such gentle gesture. He never got that treatment, you're the first, and will be the last that he'll ever let someone entering his comfort zone.
Seth is a cutie, easily flustered. Just tease him a bit you'll have him red. Flirt with him, he'll malfunction. A stuttering mess even. But there are times when he's so oblivious to your flirts that you literally have to tell him that you're flirting with him, and it will definitely, once again, fluster the poor boy.
Seth never let anyone touch his tail despite how fluffy it looks (look at it, like how can you not have the urge to touch it?) but if you ask him nicely, he'll let you. And by Gods is he obsessed with how gentle you are with it, especially when you decide to brush his tail? He'll shyly ask you to brush his tail next time you meet. If only you know that ever since you brush his tail the first time, he purposely stop taking care of it just so he could feel your touch again.
Wise too gentle, too forgiving sometimes. Yet also too dense to realize that someone loved him, it frustrates you with how oblivious he is. Or, ..maybe he doesn't. Maybe he hides his feelings too well. You just need to see deeper into his actions, maybe you'll see bits of his reciprocation of your love.
Wise have a protective instinct due to his older brother nature, so he's definitely protective when it comes to you. Despite his protective self, he also respects your personal space. But when it comes to cuddling session? Sorry to say he'll pout if you don't let him cuddle with you. He'll even go as far as sleeping on the couch if you reject his cuddles. You literally have to softly coax him back to bed, because he's not going back to the bed until you convince him to that you'll cuddle with him.
theyre on tiktok dot com calling eren jaeger unmedicated and saying prozac would save him i was saying this two years ago im ahead of the curve get on my level
notes: obsessive behaviour/yandere, dependency
@yandere-romanticaa - im the anon who sent in an ask! hope you like it <3
Domesticity is something Reinhard has never even had a taste of in his own life. His own family had fallen apart because of him all too quickly, and the little piece of happiness he can remember from his youngest days quickly became lost. After that, there had been little calm in his life, little except for training. His minimal needs taken care of by nameless servants who all looked upon him with awe, apprehension and outright fear.
Reinhard never quite managed to feel part of the human race since. He may be loved by the world, but its people would fear him. None of this ever stopped Reinhard from helping others and being the hero he is supposed to be. Though, at times, he wonders what his life might otherwise been like. In other words, like so many, he is subconsciously drawn to what he cannot have. When Reinhard falls someone, it’s most likely for someone living a relatively normal life. An unknown factor.
To Reinhard, it would be even better to meet someone who has no idea who that is. That is a tough thing to ask for, however. His face is known far and wide across Lugunica and his reputation as Sword Master stretches even beyond. It would be near impossible to meet someone whose perception of him wouldn’t be tainted by his ‘monstrous’ power.
Cue you. You have no idea what’s going on. One moment, you’d been going about your day, the next you’ve been transported into this unfamiliar and foreign world, to bustling streets full of species you don’t recognise and speaking a language you cannot understand. After crossing off ‘this is all just a dream’ from the list of possibilities, you’re faced with a frightening new reality.
You’re not taking this very well. It’s not long before you’re sitting somewhere on the cobbled ground, back against a wall and practically hyperventilating. Of course, you’re familiar with this kind of trope of fiction. You just can’t fathom how anyone could be excited about being ripped away from everything and anyone they’ve ever known. Nor have you ever fashioned yourself to be ‘main character’ material.
It’s Reinhard who finds you in a little alleyway, a little ways off from one of the main roads in Lugunica, mumbling to yourself and shaking. Most people would’ve passed by with little more than a glance, if they had even noticed you at all. That is simply the nature of large cities. But he is not the type of person to see someone in such clear distress and walk past without a second thought.
Reinhard approaches you without any hesitation. He tries to be as conspicuous as possible, adjusting his belt so his sword bumps against his side and putting down his feet a little harder than necessary, all to avoid scaring you. (Stealth is a passive Divine Protection of his. It takes him more effort to be noticed than not.)
When you glance up, tear tracks clear on your cheeks and eyes wide with distress, Reinhard greets you with the most gentle smile he can muster. He kneels down in front of you, reaching out a hand with a handkerchief in it as if approaching a frightened animal. It’s a thick, soft cloth, embroidered with both his family’s colours and banner.
“Please, take it,” he tells you. His smile falters a tad when, instead of breathing as fast as you were before, you seem to have stopped breathing whatsoever. But then you let out a stuttering, long exhale, shoulders slumping and mumble out a string of incomprehensible words. You wipe down your face and hide within the fabric. Out of respect, Reinhard gives you some time before prodding you with questions, looking away instead of staring.
Though there are certainly things that grabbed his attention. Your way of dress, more than anything else. It’s not a type or style of clothing he recognises and, as a result, he can only assume that you’re a foreigner. Traveled here from further than the Four Great Nations, maybe. And gotten lost as a result.
Reinhard doesn’t mind waiting for you to calm down. Though there might be trouble brewing somewhere else in the city, he’s certain that the rest of the guard can handle themselves for the time being. He’s not even on the job, after all. It’s important to stay in contact with the people he’s actually protecting, lest they become more of an idea or an image in his mind.
He returns his focus to you once you’ve calmed down. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”
This time, you look at him with no comprehension, then respond with something in your own tongue. Reinhard continues to try and communicate with you, all of the different languages he’s learned bits and pieces of out of politeness, yet none of it rings a bell for you. It’s difficult, frankly, and he’s running out of ideas. You seem to be growing closer to tears again by every second that passes. Perhaps it would be best to try and focus on something easier… A little distraction.
He points at himself. “Reinhard van Astrea.”
Any moment now, it must happen. There’ll be a flicker of recognition at his name, his appearance, the sword of his hip— And any hint of unguardedness will be erased and replaced by that look he is all too familiar with.
That doesn’t happen. Instead, you smile. It’s wobbly and small, but it’s a smile nonetheless.
You point at him. “Reinhard van Astrea,” you repeat after him. The vowels aren’t all quite correct, but that’s not an issue. He nods, smiling. Then, you point at yourself and share your own name, which he then repeats.
Maybe it’s something to do with his pronunciation, or simply the relief of having fostered understanding with someone else in this city, but that’s the first time that Reinhard hears you laugh, loud and without reservation.
It is that very moment that time seems to freeze, that it flits through his head that he cannot let something this precious go.
From the outside looking in though, it doesn’t seem to you that anything momentous has happened. You’ve started to doubt your ‘main character’ status, though. The man that is busying himself to make you at ease looks like he’s appeared straight out of an otome game with unnaturally bright hair and eyes to boot. He’s gorgeous to the point that it’s almost unnatural. That it’s reminiscent of a piece of art in a museum. The idea that he’s way, way out of your league is an immediate, unquestioned assumption.
Reinhard accompanies you throughout town, never straying far from your side. After mulling a little bit over a ways to communicate with you, he asks a shopkeeper for some paper and a pen, making little sketches to attempt to clarify things. He draws a rough approximation of a house and a questioning tilt of his head. Then, some coins, then stick figures of people. You have to shake your head at all of the unspoken questions. No, you have no home, no money, and no people to return to. By the end of it, your face runs hot with shame and you think you might start to cry all over again.
It’s Reinhard who, in the end, assures that you have a roof over your head and money to spend. You have no idea how to make it up to him. Not the mention, you don’t even have the words to express your gratitude. It’s a little one-room apartment that he’s bought for you in a quieter neighbourhood of the capital and your first self-imposed goal is to pay him back. The most people such as yourself can do around town is menial labour: lugging goods around, cleaning as a maid or anything of the sort. It’s either this, or do nothing inside of your room all day. You prefer the work, even if it’s exhausting.
Reinhard really only accepts the money you present him with to stop you from feeling worse about the situation. As soon as he figured out what you were doing, he’d taken you to a more reputable home in the city as soon as he got, acting as your ‘translator’ when you asked why. Of course, with him vouching for you, there was no question about the job or your higher salary.
He’s away for long stretches of time, but when he’s around he’s teaching you bits and pieces of the language. Reinhard isn’t the best at teaching though he tries his best. You pick up most of the language through listening to others speak, to struggling your way through novels after he taught you the script. All he asks for in return is for you to teach him a little of your own language to even better communicate with you. (You try not to think to hard about how it’s a language that, in this world, will die with you.)
Around you, he recalls what he was like as a young child. Shy, almost, at times struggling to figure out what to say. It’s an entirely unfamiliar feeling. Reinhard does feel a bit bad about keeping you in the dark. He purposefully doesn’t teach you some of the words people refer to him with. He doesn’t want you to change the way you look at him.
The same goes for his courting attempts. Any attempt at romance from him seems to fly over your head. (As previously stated, you consider him so far out of your league that it simply doesn’t cross your mind as a possibility.) Reinhard can accept that. For now, at least, and as long as you do not take another.
He values the little pretend life you’ve built together, even though it’s built on an unsteady foundation. Reinhard starts to yearn for the next time he can spend moments by your side, that he can go ‘home’ and see your face light up. He doesn’t know what he’d do if anything happened to you. Because of that, he must ensure he stays close, though he cannot avoid being sent away more often than he’d like. Selfishly, he continues to pay for your things even as you gain the means to look after yourself. It makes him feel better about it all.
If Reinhard is a force of nature, then you are caught in the eye of the storm. There’s little he needs to do about things such as romantic rivals or possible dangers to your life. Reinhard van Astrea’s shadow looms over you through your close association alone, even if you aren’t aware of it, and shapes the way people carry themselves around you. In the case there were those who overstepped, a request from Reinhard would be enough to get them to back off.
He doesn’t want you to be unhappy, he truly doesn’t. But when you complain that you cannot seem to make real friends with anyone, that there’s always this kind of… Distance and discomfort you can’t explain, he’s a little happy that he’s there to fill that gap. Once he has the courage, he’ll tell you how he feels. Your response will dictate whether you stay stable, or get swept out in the currents.
Oh to be in a love triangle between Julius and Reinhard... The longing gazes, the constant shows of praise and devotion, the knightly courtship would be off the charts.
They would both have a very similar approach as both were raised by well off families and typically uphold good morals and proper tradition.
Out of the two, Julius would be the stiffer one but there's an awkward charm to it. He's incredibly ashamed of the dark feelings which are festering deep within his soul and he wishes to make amends for that. He typically does that by serving you in any way he possibly can, his eyes positively twinkling with glee if you give him a good reaction. However, if you're too sweet on him I fear his brain will simply cease to function. Julius won't exactly regress to a caveman but his base instincts might take over, prompting him to be harsher towards the people around him which frankly, can be a little scary! He barks like a dog and he won't be afraid to bite too.
Meanwhile Reinhard is so effortlessly smooth and charming, even if he's not your type at all there will be times when he just sweeps you off your feet. With those baby blue eyes and rose red hair, it's impossible to not at least gawk at him...
And he knows it. Boy, does he know it.
But! A knight should not take pride in such petty things and Reinhard is above all of this shenaniganery! He will cast aside his more sinister desires to the side and just focus on doing what he does best - protecting the people!
... Even if that means not being able to see you for a period of time. And well, Reinhard is anything but blind, he sees the way Julius looks at you... He carefully monitors him, how his eyes trail after your being, similarly to his own.
Oh dear. He can already feel the way his chest churns with agony and downright annoyance.
I'm pretty sure that any two sufficiently good-looking gen Z kids could make it on TikTok by making videos that are 100% word-for-word re-enactments of Monty Python skits, and the whole audience who has never heard of the flying circus in their lives would lose it over such fresh and original material.
