Protectiveness, kisses and violence. Next question. No, really now, I got you Anon!
Pairing: Guts, Casca, Griffith x Reader
Tags: fluff, love languages, kissing, cuddles, protectiveness, affection, jealousy
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A/N: In a better world where nothing goes wrong ever these 3 would be the best (affectionate) losers ever.
GUTS
A big guy like him naturally wants to cuddle you at all times
However physical touch is not all there is to his affections, he absolutely melts when you kiss him
The biggest guy but a also a huge softy for any kind of praise from you and he will do his best to give that praise back
More of a physical affection type himself, if it's he is on the giving end of it
Casual with his touches in public but really grabby behind closed doors
Using his height to his advantage when he wants to tease you, which one could argue is also his way of showing he loves you
CASCA
Spending time with you is her way of showing she cares for you
Every date is a good date, a simple stay at home meal, a picnic, or a sparring match where you rile each other up until you can't take it anymore
Will and has taken your clothes multiple times and wore it outside as a slight show of possessiveness towards you
Might not look threatening but she can get jealous easily
That ties into her protectiveness over you and how she clings to you when you go out
Is constantly kissing your cheek when you're in public together, she loves you and others will know it
GRIFFITH
Well violence is part of it for sure, he uses it to protect you so don't be too surprised
Pins you against the wall when he knows other people are looking at you, no one looks at you when he's there
And you will only look at him too
Never gets tired of touching you and keeping you close to him, in public or in private he will cling onto you
Can't get too many kisses, in fact if it were up to him he would spend the whole day in bed with you, kissing you, touching you, making you writhe under his touch
You won't go anywhere without his bite marks on you
I thought of a nice request of an A through Z how Guts would treat you in a relationship? Idk, I thought this would be cute to do
Nice, a Guts request! :D And I feel really inspired for him after reading the latest chapter, so let's go!
I used the alphabet template by @occasional-imagines-writer. Also, some of these questions can be pictured for a modern AU, too.
Guts x GN! Reader Fluff Alphabet
A(nniversary) - How do they celebrate anniversaries with their partner?
At first, Guts didn't think anniversaries should be a big deal. He didn't realize you're the sentimental type until Judeau mentioned it to him. "I also noticed your anniversary is coming up, so you should get your lover something nice, don't you think?" his freckled friend would smile.
Guts then buys you a nice meal and apologize for nearly skipping the celebration. You shake your head and tell him it's fine, that his company is what matters most.
B(athroom) - Is their shared bathroom messy or organized? Do they enjoy showering/bathing with their partner?
I think it would be so cute to take a bath with Guts once you both feel comfortable enough to be this vulnerable with each other. Resting against his firm torso while the soapy suds surround you both brings immense relaxation.
Your bathroom may be slightly messy, but Guts is good at cleaning up after brushing his teeth or shaving. You and he may just have a lot of items, like q-tips and soaps.
C(elebration) - What holidays do they and their partner celebrate? What are birthdays like? Do they like hosting parties and meals?
Guts might not know when his birthday is, judging how badly he was raised by Gambino 😭You may ask your lover if he'd let you choose a day where you can celebrate him for a whole day. "We'll make this Guts Day," you cheerfully say.
If Guts says yes, you'll gather all his friends and have a feast in his honor. You'll also get him some gifts, like that new cape he is needing or new boots. Guts will be so shocked, yet it's all from happiness.
"No one's ever done this for me before," he breathes.
"Well, this will be celebrated every year," you reply before kissing him.
D(inner) - Do they eat dinner with their partner every night? Do they do most of the cooking, or at least help with it? Do they like to talk about their day or enjoy a comfortable silence?
Guts tries to make sure every main meal is spent with you. Usually the two of you eat alongside the rest of the Hawks and join group conversations. Since these are group meals, Griffith will have someone assigned to cooking. Sometimes you and Guts will help with preparing the food, working well together in the kitchen. Guts loves hearing about your day, eagerly asking questions about how things went and so on.
E(ntrance) - How do they greet their partner when they arrive home?
When arriving home, your lover will call out your name if he can't immediately find you. He just needs to make sure you're safe. If you greet him at the door, he might happily ask what tonight's plans are.
F(amily) - Do they want to start a family with their partner? Any pets or children? How do they get along with their partner's relatives?
Guts hasn't really thought about it. A part of him would likely be afraid to have children, as he worries he'll be a horrible father. However, he knows what not to do, vowing to himself that he'll never be as wicked as Gambino. In canon, Guts is good with children and wants them safe.
If you can bear children, then, like canon, you and he may have an unplanned pregnancy. You understand this is life changing, but you assure Guts the two of you got this as new parents. If you're wanting to adopt a child, you lovingly tell Guts you can't picture having a family with anyone else. Your heart melts as you see Guts gently hold his child, soothing them until they fall asleep.
It may take some time, but Guts will try to be friendly around your relatives. He finds it interesting to learn more about family dynamics, especially if you have a lot of relatives.
G(roceries) - Do they like to go shopping with their partner? Are they trying to sneak treats into the cart when no one is looking?
Guts is definitely the type to help out with grocery shopping. He may allow you to chose the groceries, figuring you know what's needed. Nevertheless, he insists on paying for the groceries. I see him carrying bulks of items to your wagon (or car in a modern au).
H(ouse) - How quick do they ask to live together? Where do they and their partner move in together? Do they get a new place entirely, or does one just start living with the other?
This one's kind of hard to say. The question may pop up one day during a meal together. One of you might start the question, "Where do you see yourself living in the next five years?" or something cliche like that. The other will cheesily remark, "Living with you, hopefully."
You might live in one each other's homes, just to save some money.
I(ndoors) - What's their favorite way to spend a lazy/rainy day in with their partner?
Based on how we've seen Guts in the rain, I think he's the type to like watching the raindrops fall. He may sit by the window and become entranced by the sight, whether it's a quiet or dramatic downpour. You ask him if you can join, and he'll definitely welcome your company.
J(obs) - Do they work with their partner? If not, do they ever visit their place of work?
You and Guts would both be mercenaries in the Band of the Hawk. It takes some time, but you both place full trust in the other. You also learn each other's battle style and match yours accordingly. The Hawks say you're a power duo.
K(eepsake) - Have they decorated with/displayed any mementos from their relationship?
You might give Guts something to remember you by, like a good luck charm or a piece of jewelry. Guts will place this trinket in his bag and carry it with him during battle. He's often not the superstitious type like Griffith is, but he swears the keepsake gives him good luck somehow.
L(aundry) - Do they help with their partner's laundry, or do they only focus on their own clothes? Do they share a closet or dresser with their partner?
When you finally live together, you and Guts easily share a closet. He might not have an extensive wardrobe, but he enjoys it when you surprise him with new clothes. Without question, Guts is responsible with his laundry. He also will try to clean yours if that's OK. He's actually really good at laundry, and the rest of the Hawks might ask him to do theirs, too.
M(ornings) - What's it like waking up with them? Are they a morning person, or does their partner have to drag them out of bed?
Guts might struggle to wake up some mornings. Mercenary work is such a tolling job, and sometimes he doesn't want to jump right back into it. You let him sleep for a bit before Griffith or Casca comes to your house/room/tent asking what the hold up is.
If Guts wakes up before you, he'll fetch some breakfast for you two to eat in bed.
N(ights) - What's their nightly routine with their partner? Do they go to bed earlier, later, or at the same time? How do they sneak into bed when they've come home late?
Ideally, Guts will try to go to bed around the same time as you. He's somewhat of a night owl, yet he'll change his schedule so he can spend enough time with you. Also, he likes cuddling at night, whether he'll admit it or not. Guts is little spoon, like in the manga lol.
If coming home late from a mission, he may plop into bed beside you. He's utterly exhausted and will easily fall into a deep sleep. It'll take a lot to wake him in the morning.
O(rbit) - Are they constantly at their partner's side, or do they keep to themself more?
I think with Guts it's a mix of both. He finds you very comforting and wants to experience life's big moments with you. However, he also needs time to clear his head, and he prefers to do this alone. Guts also feels a bit self-conscious and doesn't want to trouble you with his concerns.
P(resent) - Do they often bring home gifts for their partner? What do they usually buy?
I can't really see Guts as the type to bring gifts. His love language is acts of service, so he'd rather do something for you, like how he does everything he can for Griffith. If you need something repaired, Guts is your guy. If you want a massage, he'll have his hands rubbing your back in no time.
Q(uarrel) - Do they get into fights with their partner often? Do they let it escalate or try to calm it down?
Based on how he and Casca interacted with each other during the Golden Age, he's definitely (accidentally) getting into arguments with his beloved. It may be over battle plans or something silly. Whatever the matter, you and he may yell at each other for a few minutes before deciding it's not worth it. You'll both apologize and try to move to a different subject.
R(esponsibility) - Do they take on very many chores? Do they complain about it? How helpful are they when it comes to housework?
Guts may grunt about some chores, but he's definitely the responsible type. You and he will have a chore plan worked out, whether for the Hawks' camp or at home. Guts ensures his tasks are accomplished at the end of the day. He may also be sneaky and do some of yours for you, which you say, " You didn't have to!" Your lover will try to make an excuse that he had plenty of time and didn't want to be bored, but we all know he just wanted to spoil you.
S(ickness) - How do they take care of their partner when they're ill? How do they like to be taken care of when the roles are reversed?
We've seen how he treated Casca during her menstrual cycle and Griffith after he was rescued from the torture chamber. Guts is very tender when taking care of others. He tries to have the fullest empathy to their situation and thinks on his feet on how to make them feel a bit better. So, when you're not feeling well, he will ask what you need and instantly bring you things that alleviate your discomfort.
Remember when Casca treated his wounds before they heard Griffith's speech? That's how I picture Guts whenever he's feeling well. He'll be quiet and allow for you to place a wet cloth on his head or bandage him up. There's a sign of appreciation in his eyes.
T(elevison) - Do they watch TV with their partner regularly? What do they watch? (Morning news? Sitcoms? Dramas?) Do they ever fight over the remote?
In a modern au, Guts loves watching sports. He'll often have Griffith, Casca and the others over at your place to watch big games. If you and he like opposing teams, you may have a friendly rivalry going on. "Oh, wasn't that a bad play they made?" you tease about Guts' team, causing him to roll his eyes.
"The game's not over yet."
Your friends laugh whenever this happens.
U(nwind) - What's their favorite way to be comforted when coming home from a stressful day? How would they comfort their stressed partner?
Guts may want to take a quick nap or eat something hardy after a tough day. In a modern au, he'll probably pick up some food from a favorite restaurant to surprise you. You watch him eat quickly, recognizing he's trying to forget about the stresses from today. "Aw, Guts, let's watch a movie tonight, okay?" He stops gobbling and gives you a small smile, happy to know you're here to comfort him.
V(acation) - How often do they take trips with their partner? What is their ideal vacation?
You and Guts like to go on hiking trips whenever you get long breaks from work. It's great exercise and a chance to see some breathtaking sights. Guts loves the snacks you bring on these adventures, munching on them on the trails. If possible, the two of you want to go visit different hiking trails around the world.
W(edding) - Are they and their partner married? Do they elope or have a more traditional wedding, if any?
Guts wouldn't think a wedding is necessary, especially if you and he have been together for a long time. Maybe he'll buy some rings to wear to symbolize your commitment. It's understood through your actions that love and loyalty are valued in your relationship, so no spoken vows are needed.
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Guts wants to tell you, "Thank you." Thank you for loving him, thank you for putting up with him, thank you for accepting his best qualities and his faults. Thank you for inspiring him to reach his full potential.
Nonetheless, he can't find the exact words to express his gratitude. A mere "Thank you" doesn't cut it for him. Thus, he choses to display his thanks through actions. m
Y(earn) - How much do they miss their partner when they have to be away from home for a while? How do they react when they finally return home?
His mind can be swarmed with thoughts of you and your cute face. When he's away from you during battle, Guts focuses intensely on making it out alive. He has to come home to you, hear your sweet voice and feel your heartbeat.
Z(est) - Do they find domestic life boring or exciting? Do they regret choosing this kind of life?
In a modern au, Guts would want to do van life.
Guts would find it difficult to settle down in one place with you, mainly because he's kind of a restless person. Ideally, whatever you two decide to do for the future, he prefers for it to grant mobility. Therefore, you both may get jobs that allow you to do a lot of travelling.
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req :I saw Berserk in your tags, so assuming I'm assuming you write for it. I'd like to request either a headcanon or a scenario about Post Eclipse Guts and Griffith having become parents from a relationship pre-eclipse. Like their reactions, interactions with the child, etc. Thank you, bookie. 💖
pairing: Guts x Reader, Griffith x Reader
a/n: ive done your request but there is so many things i am not satisfied by. there's probably a lot of repetitive words and i deeply apologize, enjoy it nonetheless!
tags: hints of violence and manipulation in griffith's, angst to comfort, fluff,
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Guts wasn't one to soften his heart easily, he pushes away people and let people assume of him by his strength and how much of an arrogant man he is. He didn't bat an eye to people who try to cross him again and goes off to his own path to protect others from him.
He felt that he'd let his weakness slip when he had opened his heart to another person.
There was just something about the way you held the baby in your arms. You wonder what type of hell he'd been through to look at you that way. It was a haunting look not one of no emotion but weakness from the facade he had pulled away from.
"Guts?"
Your voice didn't reach him as he runs out the door. Understanding him will always be never ending, there will be more questions you utter than answers he can think of.
Erica holds your baby, her childlike innocence calling Guts such a bad guy for leaving you just like that and you could nothing but chuckle. The chuckle made your throat hurt from the tears that had started pouring down your ears, darting from the little girl's sight to wipe them away quickly.
Your hands extend to the teapot and look closely at the tea leaves that had dwindled down since the trees in these parts were dying to the fast winter that was approaching. It was quite silly worrying about Guts who was running out in this cold, he was a machine. A weapon that wont stop to anything in its path yet the nights of worrying about the sores he had on his feet, the splinters he had from trees he gathered back to home will always stick close to you.
"I have thick skin, don't worry too much."
That soft smirk he had when he wipes tears away from your eyes as the blood just won't stop flowing. Every scar that was stitched was remembered, it came from many brave battles that may have been a breeze for him but an impending ache to you.
Should you rush out the door after him, the wailing of your baby could be heard miles away. A fierce cry coming out from such a small body. All the pain of child birth would come rushing back into you, legs trembling when the throb shoots up your nerves. Oh and Erica who was so observant even if she held the tiny bundle of joy in one arm while stopping you with the other with a pout on her face.
"You don't need to go out for the tea leaves, Rickert keeps them in the second drawer near the dried fish."
You can't help but smile, such a sweet girl. Stepping away from the door, you trust Guts to return. He always does be it battles or training, clenching the necklace you wore, you've convinced yourself.
He will come back.
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The storm had particularly been rough tonight though it didn't wake you up but the anxiety had consumed you on why the baby had been silent. The bile in your throat rises up, whipping your head to the baby's cradle. praying that there was nothing wrong when you saw him.
Guts looked down at his baby, the part of his armour on his chest removed where he laid his child against. His hair was wet but he made sure to tilt back so the droplets don't touch what he was holding. His breathing was slow, the sound of the night drowning out in his ears when he focused on the breathing of the baby in his arms. The little bundle of joy nuzzles into his chest, soiled tank top warm enough for the trembling body of his little girl.
You didn't want to see his reaction, scared he will have the same look of horror from the first time he'd seen the baby. Fist clenching the sheets to try to hurriedly wipe the tears from your cheeks, you twitch when he turns towards you.
He holds up the little girl, a look of pure awe and serenity that made your shoulders droop from the tension.
"She has your eyes.."
He cradles him, running a hand through the short patch of hair on his head.
"She also has my hair.."
Coming from Guts was a smile that looked painful to muster but this baby was the best thing that could happen eversince everything. His finger toys with the spikiness of his child's head and you can't help but run to him. The sharp edges of his armour, the ones on his arms that wrap around you slightly pokes you but you couldn't care less.
His reaction was enough, calloused hand wrapping around yours as his eyes speak more to the fear in yours.
This was his baby, his soon to be pride and joy whom he'll fight for.
With you by his side.
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While he focused on his training, he easily brings back kills to feed you as you light up fire for the pot
He spoon feeds the grilled meat in your mouth while he takes the baby in his other hand. Even if you protest that you should hold the baby, he declines that offer
You were a hardworking parent without him and he wants to give his part too if possible, give himself whole for you
Everything was warm enough for you. He pulls that romantic stuff of blowing your hot food for you and you'd slap him playfully when his spit dribbles on to it
When it comes to sleep, he made sure to let you sleep. Ever since he came back, he looked at his baby with a look of longing. like he had lost so much time because of battles, missing the period where you had given birth to a new life.
He traced his fingers against the skin of the girl, she was quite plump. Guts was grateful that you had reside with Rickert and Erica, you look pale, the challenges of childbirth evident on your body but both of his dears healthy and untouched by any danger he had feared of
Small arms wrap around his hand, the swordsman knew he was a walking heater and caressed the little one's face. His palm on her cheek as she gurgles
This is one of the cases where Guts will give you never ending heart attacks when the sun had illuminated the room and his thick body resting down on the baby
You'd pound on his back to wake up, he was a beefcake so your punches barely register not until the baby started crying
"You idiot, you fell asleep on the baby!"
Rickert entered the room to see what the commotion is, he could only chuckle softly but before he asked the couple to tone it down, Erica pulled him out the door with all her might. Rickert nearly stumbled back against the short girl.
Erica shushed him excessively, clutching tea leaves in her hand.
"Shh! Don't bother them."
She huffs, letting go off Rickert's scarf and walked away to start a fire, blowing it a bit before wiping her cheek. That soft look in her eyes wary.
"I haven't seen Mx Y/n this loud before.. not since Guts came back."
Rickert understood the implication, his tense shoulders drooping as he listens to the rattle in the room. Y/n had been restless since the months Guts had been gone from war. Even if Erica had talked with them daily, there's so much a parent could worry about. He clenched his hand, it made sense. Sooner or later, Guts have to leave even if it looked like he won't.
That sword man's always had many things plaguing his mind but for now, he'll stay with his spouse and hold his partner close to his heart.
Griffith
Those sharp eyes look down at his child, sweat running down his face with a tissue lodged in his nose. He held a sword in his hand, one that was in his favourite colours and chattered in excitement on how he won his third fight with the older fighters.
Griffith's eyes slowly trail to the noise of your steps, you looked at your son with endearment but a hint of worry. He was barely bruised and his cuts were covered by bandaids, those eyes of his though were filled with the same fire just like his father's. You adjusted your son's collar to which his eyes follow, whining when you'd pull the ribbons too tight.
"Cmon, dont you want that puff pastry I baked this morning? If you get your teeth knocked out, you can't chew it!"
The little boy lights up to the sound of having a treat after a day of training, he really wanted to bite into something that was as rewarding as his parent's creation. He then runs home, slipping through your fingers to get that bite of pastry. You sigh, holding onto the boy's sword that dropped out of enthuasiasm. When you look back up, Griffith was staring straight at you, a look that sent a chill down your spine before he pulls away.
Unlike Guts, Griffith had already made his plans for his child.
He'll be strong, he'll fight like him but not become just like him
He let his son indulge in human activities like playing about, tasting all kinds of foods, giving him clothes warm and luxurious clothes. Things he weren't able to experience when he was a child
Scratching after scraps of food, the clothes on his back wet from grime and rain and his only childhood friend a sword amongst a pile of dead bodies wasn't something he wanted his child to ever go through
Even if he watches his son play in the garden, he doesn't feel like anything. He would be another weapon whom he can send off into war but he made it count for his creation, the spitting image of him should reign amongst everybody and step on the tombs of his once companions
He does engage in idle talk with his son, maintaining a connection with his creation in order to bring him over on his beliefs. He does find the benefit in attaching himself onto the little one's mind. It was obvious that his normal was completely different from his son, his stories full of sparks of colours while Griffith's was only red
Griffith's fingers occasionally comb through his son's, just what is mentioned prior is that he was a spitting image. It almost seemed like his genes had been more on the dominant side but what was different was the shape of his eyes and nothing more
Griffith smelled the fresh smell of baked goods being made, you had made a new batch instead of reheating the ones in the morning and heads inside. His home was lavish but due to your wishes on wanting to bake alone, the ones under him followed
He follows you and sits down, his hand caressing your face.
"Thank you for this, my love."
He kisses your hand before his son passed his father a piece of puff pastry, putting it on his plate. The dining table was quiet with the clinking of forks and knifes and soft laughter from both of his beloved. He didn't have to eat it, he didn't have to do all of this. He could even succeed without his family.
But maybe, this was a sense of normalcy he always wanted to feel when life was nearly stripped away from him.
he doesnt know what it is. you just did it one day and he hasnt been able to not think about it since. he absolutely liked the feeling.
he does that to pat on his thigh when youre around. just a semi dominant way to say “seats open.” but allows you space. he doesnt want to control you.
yet, he craved the feeling of your touch. he likes the feeling of his big, thick calluses on his palms rubbing over your skin. the way you instinctively lean back against him and he holds you like that.
I was wondering if I could ask for the prompt “embracing them from a sudden hug from behind” with Guts.
I truly enjoy your Berserk writing 😭🙏
Xx
Knight~
Thank you, I'm very happy you enjoy my writing!
Guts had gotten really good at handling being touched, you were basically the only one he let touch him but it was progress none the less, he was also getting more comfortable touching you but this didn't prepare you for when he'd suddenly hug you or grab your hand. He only really did this if he was stressed, protective, or scared.
It was a long stressful day and you were tired, the road was long and rough and your feet were sore, so when you finally got to a village you were relieved to get to the inn. Once in the inn you and Guts went to your room for the night. You decided to go straight to bed but you were stopped by Guts wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on yours.
"Guts, whatcha doing?" You asked teasingly. "'M tired." He grunted. "Then let go so we can go to bed," You said laughing, "Or are we going to sleep standing up?" Guts just picked you up and plopped you on the bed before climbing in after you. He then grabbed you again pulled you into his chest while wrapping himself around you. He quickly fell asleep, he always did when he had you in his arms, you drifted off soon after.
Summary : During the night, you make the encounter of a fallen angel.
Warning : None I think ?
Words : 2.5k
Note : Listen I don't really know what is this thing, seeing that I didn't write for so long it's probably shit but I was just obssessed with this concept. I know 99% of the people hate Griffith to death but you know what? I just don't care at all, so if you don't like don't read, it's as simple as that. Well hope some people will maybe like that.
It was dark in your room.
You fell asleep moments ago, lightly snoring as you were enjoying the usual dreams that overcomes your mind.
Your little house far away from most of the population couldn't be more silent as right now.
You enjoyed this type of serene tranquility. Alone. Maybe you needed something more, you didn’t quite know what but maybe tonight you would be able to put a finger on it.
Still deep in your slumber, a loud crash echoes throughout your large garden, waking you up in a frightening way. You didn’t know what that sound meant. You weren’t that brave nor were you a coward. But… What if a thief had entered your house? No, the sound clearly was coming from outside. Then what was it?
When no other sounds come after the first one you heard, you decide to take the flashlight on your nightstand. Curiosity had killed the cat. But just taking a look won’t hurt, is it?
You shake your head in order to stop these questions from disturbing your walk of thoughts.
Right after you step outside to seek the origin of the loud sound that scared you awake, you can’t help but let out a little gasp of surprise at the sight before your eyes.
Snow-like wings with blood pearling on the side of the soft feathers is the first thing your eyes lay upon.
An angel had crashed down into the garden.
An angel had crashed down into the garden.
An angel had crashed down into the garden.
An angel had crashed down into the garden.
You have to stop your own mind from repeating the same sentence for nearly a fifth time.
This can’t be real. You must be still dreaming in the comfort of your bedroom.
Still you can’t help but to get closer to the wounded man in front of you. He must have black out, seeing that even after 5 minutes, his body is still laying on the ground. His wings protecting himself unconsciously, his long white hair covering most of his face.
When your shaky left hand rose from your side to touch his bloody wings, you know that it isn’t a dream. You never touched something that soft, strong yet so fragile.
Whatever his name is doesn't belong on earth, you think. A real angel.
“Griffith…”
You remove your hand from him, stepping back in surprise and almost falling over. He talked.
“What?”, you’re confused.
“My name...Griffith”, he must be in real pain seeing that he fights against the urge to black out again. But the thing that crosses your mind at the moment is...How? How was he able to hear your thoughts?
You put aside all of your questions and decide to put one of his arms on your shoulders to help him step inside. You don't know what happened to this ange- Griffith, but you can’t bring yourself to let him out in the cold wounded like that.
You can feel how heavy he is, well he doesn’t look that muscular but his wings must take all the weight you think while looking behind you as Griffith starts to lose some feathers along the way.
When you finally had the force to make him step in your room, you make him lay on your bed, on his front so that you can heal his wings.
But just as you start to leave for the bathroom, a hand grasps at your nightgown, when your gaze sees Griffith’s face, your heart aches. He must think that you’ll leave him to his pain.
To reassure him you put your hand gently on top of his to calm him down. When he removes his hold, you head up to fetch something to clean his wounds.
When you get back over the bed, Griffith must have black out again seeing the silence in the room, aside from his calm snoring and groan of pain.
You start by wiping all the blood off his feathers, delicately to not add to his pain, making his groans turn to purrs, putting a slight smile on your face.
When you’re done after a few minutes of cleaning the blood and putting some cream on both his wings, you let out a little huff of relief.
When you get back into your room after washing your hands, you can’t resist and reach to his face covered by his beautiful white locks.
When you push back behind his ear a few strands of hair, you can’t help but admire how his face looks pure and delicate. You’re sure Griffith can feel your gaze on him even during his sleep because a tender smile takes place on his rosy lips.
You decide to let the angel sleep in your bed and head up to sleep on the little seat beside your own bed, just in case the man needed your help during his recovery.
Just before your eyes close after a much needed sleep, you can’t stop your mind from wandering, and one question lingers in your mind : Why? Why did you let a stranger and a mystic creature above all enter your home? Even if he was wounded, it wasn’t your type to act on impulse like that...
You’re being woken up as the sun is starting to show when the sound of a loud crash can be heard from outside, similar to the other time.
Not again, you think, please no.
After wondering if you should search for the origin of the noise or not, you quickly decide to positively go outside when you see your bed empty, no clues of the whereabouts of the man.
You start to run like the other night and what you see is the least thing that could pop up into your mind.
Griffith, with his large white wings wide open in the sky, flying as a free hawk.
But you don’t have the time to admire his natural beauty when his wings start to tremble, his injuries being reopened from the force of his flight you guess, and that’s when the angel falls down again like tomorrow, incapable of leaving this place.
Well that explains the sound at least.
“Stop that, you’re injured, you fool..”, you pause to look at his bloody back, “and you’re bleeding again”. When you take one of his hands into yours to lead him back inside to treat him, you can see little tears sliding onto his pink cheeks.
You decide to not make a remark about it during your walk and instead choose to squeeze his hand tighter, the only thing that comes into your mind to reassure him.
It’s silent into your home, just like a few hours ago, just before your whole word had changed because of his strange apparition.
When you finish bandaging his wounds, Griffith starts to speak for the first time since long, his voice almost weak.
“I don’t understand...why?” he pauses, almost like he is searching for his words, still under the shock of his falls.
You stay patient and calm while waiting for his mind to come back to reality.
“Why would you help a useless fallen angel like me?”, he turns back to look at you at the end of his sentence. The question almost sounds sad, he on the other hand, looks broken, lost.
You answer without much thought, “and why would I not?”.
Griffith’s eyes got bigger, he clearly didn’t expect that type of anwer.
“Because I sinned...because...I was cast down from heaven… By the way, I don’t need your help, human”.
The last word was meant to offend you, in order to stop you from watching over him. Griffith wasn’t one to accept any help, he, of all angels, was one to take the lead, watching over others and not the other way around.
But when you laugh at the stupid attempt of his to push you off, he starts to understands that you’re not like the other humans, no, you’re different. He doesn't really know how but you are, he can sense it.
“And why were you cast down from heaven, Griffith?”.
The way his name rolls down from your tongue almost sounds addicting to him.
Again, the man in front of you wasn’t one to explain his choices of life to a mere stranger, and a human overall, but… but… he surprisingly trusted you. He knows he barely knows you but so do you and still you helped him, making him enter your home, him… a traitor to god himself.
“I desired to be God, I no longer could be a servant of my own fate”.
His answer is simple, clear and… with a hint of passion, you can feel it in the way his wings start to reinforce below your fingers.
Even after searching deep into your mind, you don’t seem to find an appropriate answer to give him, none. So you both choose to stay silent during the time you finish to heal his back. A comforting silence, like you both are able to understand each other without a word.
In the way that you understand his dream and that he is thankful for your attention.
You break the silence after you're finished. Softly, you speak.
“Listen, you can’t fly away, and I’m sorry for you Griffith, I really am. I don’t quite understand what’s happening right now and I’m sure neither do you, but maybe you could just stay here just for the time to let your wings heal. Nobody lives besides my house, you could still be free and take a moment to think about what to do next”.
You haven’t taken the time to really think about this decision before you spoke but you nevertheless meant all of it. You just wanted him to be safe and sound, that’s all. And if you could help him in your boring little life then so be it.
He seemed to think about it for a moment, he didn’t want you to give him anything, but on the other hand what did he have left? Nothing. He was cast down from his own home by his great Father just because he wished to have his own Kingdom, he wanted to change things up there, in Heaven, to build a better world. Of course he was not one of the purest angels up there, hell he had a bunch of flaws, but he really wanted to accomplish his dream. He wanted to protect others even though he knew his way of doing things wasn’t the one accepted in Heaven.
Well it didn't matter anymore. He could never be able to fly back up there.
“I accept”, he nods almost reluctantly but you can clearly see, even from the back, that a small smile is making its way on his angelic face.
If he was gonna stay there for a long time, at least he was with an interesting human.
In terms of beauty as of temper.
The night had come back with its darkness more quickly than you thought that day as you showed your whole house to Griffith, his wings taking most of the place between the walls.
It was almost funny.
An angel was in your home. How an event like this could happen to you.
Back into your room, you point to him your bed with your hand, “Take it, I’ll sleep near you on the couch”, he nods to you in response, his eyes beginning to close almost as quickly as his head touches your pillow.
Griffith clearly didn’t want to accept your offer but was at the same time way too exhausted to start a debate.
But his sleep was quickly stopped after a few hours at the sounds of your shaking.
The night was dead cold, and you didn’t have anything else to cover your trembling form.
His eyes opening lightly, Griffith spoke up to you, “Hey...huhh..”, you laughed slightly when you saw that he didn’t had the opportunity to know your name. He was feeling so bad for not asking the name of the person who took care of him, he looked down in shame at this realization, then heard your voice answering his question.
His eyes softened at the sound of your name.
“You’ll catch a cold if you don’t cover yourself quickly”, he raises the covers and pushes himself on the side of the bed to let you step on it besides him, going as far as letting you way more space than what was needed for you. As well as letting one of his wings drop on the floor to make you at ease. Showing that he respected your vital space more than anything.
You don’t even hesitate when the warmth of the bed looks way too welcoming for your chilling form, Griffith’s honest but simple smile helping you get even more comfortable with the situation.
When you put yourself in your bed, the angel puts the covers all the way up to your nose, blocking away the chilling air from your frame. But even after a few minutes, you were still trembling a little, surely the arrival of winter wasn’t helping much.
Griffith looked at you, thinking about a way to help you get warmer without looking rude. He wanted to give you back the attention that you gave him the other day.
That’s when a little idea pops up in his head. But Griffith wasn’t one to demonstrate affection oh so easily.
He was so used to keeping all of his feelings buried deep inside him, even if these feelings would go as far as exploding within himself, it was hard for him to open up to someone, breaking his shield was making him feel way too vulnerable.
A few seconds had passed when your tremblings had increased making him hesitantly put his idea to good use.
Griffith put the wing that was staying on his side over your chilling form, effectively blocking the cold from your body completely. Your eyes start to close completely without anymore shaking as you feel the soft feathers caressing your skin even through the thin covers.
His protection was heavy on you, you could feel it, body and soul.
Nothing could happen to you with his wing enveloping you like this.
It was his turn to help you, he thought when looking at you tenderly just before joining his own dreams after making sure you were sleeping soundly.
He couldn't resist the urge to caress your cheekbone with the tip of his thumb just before falling asleep.
“What kind of spell did you put on me to make me remove my guard so easily, human”, he whispered to himself.
Hi pink! You could make a cute a cenário where Guts s / o (post eclipse) realizes how tired he is and decides to do something to help him relax. Maybe cuddle or massage you can choose! (The place can be at the flora house or wherever you want).
HI! Sure mamas! Sorry, this took a while! But I enjoyed writing this! So enjoy! I guess I also need to start coming up with titles don’t I? I also didn’t really FEEL like going back to watch the anime for this, nor am I this far in the manga. I was putting this off because of that, and was just like, nah I’ll go off memory. If some info is wrong about Flora’s House that’s fine. Light NSFW warning?
The Incomplete Bath Session
"When was the last time we got to take a nice hot bath?"
As soon as those words left her lips, he cringed. He knew that she was about to bug him about it until he did it. It was a big relief that staying at Flora’s house meant no demons could attack, as they were protected by a powerful barrier. And as much as Guts hated to admit it, he could finally rest without having to worry about being attacked. Who was he kidding? Who had time to rest? They should be out there looking for Griffith! Baths were the last thing on his mind.
Guts acted like a little kid when it came to taking baths. He acted as if some warm running water would kill him if he bathed in it. Saying things like he didn’t need to take one or that he was fine. [Name] literally had to fight him into the bath, after much insisting and persuading wasn’t seeming to work. Because honestly, he smelled like death and blood. And she herself needed one too. To not have to wash in a cold river (and even that was a rare occurrence because Guts never wanted to stop and allow her to clean herself unless it was that time of the month), but in a warm bath was a luxury in itself.
Guts attempt to leave the bath as soon as he got in was futile, as she pushed him down into the water. There he sat with his legs crossed and a pout. “You are going to take a bath, Guts. Quit being so stubborn and let me take care of you,” she started, face softening up. He turned his head to her, sort of blocking out whatever she was saying because his eyes were preoccupied with her bare body. [Name] noticed, lightly bopping him on the head. “Guts! I’m serious! I know you’re tired. Even if you won’t admit it, so let me help you relax. Even if it’s only for the night.” Seeing how serious about it moved him. He cursed himself about that, and how easily his body went from tense to relax just from the water. Guts sighed, placing his head down in defeat, “Yeah, yeah. Do whatever you want.”
Filled with glee, she grabbed a rag and slathered it with soap. He was always so banged up from fighting. Always exerting his body until he was immobile, always breaking several bones, and never giving up his search. [Name] washed gently over his cuts, bruises, and scars, even the ones that had healed out of fear she would hurt him. Her fingers lightly traced over a few of them, becoming mesmerized with just how many there were. She snapped back, continuing washing his back. He on the other hand, found himself relaxing to her touch. Pleasurable tingles ran down his spine as her hand roamed and cleaned his body. Occasionally, he would let out deep exhales.
She stood behind him, placing the rag down and began scratching at his scalp. Combing her fingers through his dried-bloodied hair. [Name] moved in front of him, still scrubbing at his scalp.
Guts’ eyes wandered again, taking note of how the water dripped off of her breasts, and how it ran down her thighs. He became overwhelmed with lust. Unable to control his insatiable hunger for her, he jumped up out of the water, scaring [Name] half to death and making her jump herself and shriek. He gave her an intense stare, and she only could blush in return while she stared back. "W-What? What is it!?" she stammered.
Without warning, his lips came crashing down onto her own, and she gasped in response. It had been a while since he had given her any intimate affection. He would sometimes hold her hand and even cuddle up, but a kiss of this caliber? It blew her away. He grabbed her ass, squeezing hard and pulling her close with the bit of arm he had left. He liked the feeling of her nipples pressing against his chest. She pulled her mouth away, trying to catch her breath, her face flustered. She felt so embarrassed. It had been a few weeks but her lips still remained soft as he remembered. Oh why didn’t he kiss her lips more often?
"Look, I know I don't say this much,” he started, moving her hair out of the way so he could see her blushing face. “But I appreciate you being here for me. I promise after I kill Griffith we can do whatever you want." "G-Guts…" She looked away, face even redder than before. Guts softly guided her face back to him. Even though they were rough l, when they touched her skin it put her at so much ease. "I love you, [Name]", he professed. When was the last time he said that to her? And the way he said made her heart flutter. He really meant it.
He lowered his face again, inching towards her little by little until finally, their lips touched. It was so passionate and loving, exchanging saliva and tongues intertwining. With the idea of taking a bath long gone from both of their heads, they ended up in their room for the night, making love after so much chaos like they hadn’t in a while. The next day, a few glares were given to [Name] by Schierke and Isidoro.
