#cha.reinhard

[spitdrunken]

reinhard van astrea x isekai!reader

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.

[spitdrunken]

hey, so..what do we think of poly yandere reinhard and julius :3

Notes: Yandere, obsessive behaviour

I think these two would bring out some of the worst aspects of each other. That's not to say that they would fight over you, in fact, it's quite the contrary. Above all, they're good friends and genuinely get along. Both of them are aware that fighting between them wouldn't be beneficial to anyone involved. It'd leave an amount of destruction in their wake that Reinhard and Julius are eager to avoid. They've worked out any misunderstandings between them in the past and they can do it again.

Julius would, similarly to Reinhard though perhaps to a lesser extent, be tortured by a sense of guilt over his feelings. Just like him, he's dedicated to upholding the chivalrous image and virtue of a knight. His current desires are anything but virtuous. Even before his feelings for you, he'd been insecure about his attachment to others, though he'd never shown it. At every parting the thought that it might be the last would flit through his mind. But he could always keep these feelings under wraps, for the most part. It's only now that you're there that it's spinning out of control. He cannot lose you. He doesn't know what he would do if that happened. Julius doesn't want to think about it.

While Reinhard cannot get drunk, Julius is fond of a drink and it wouldn't be unexpected for his constant worries to bubble to the surface when he's spending time with his friend. The alcohol has loosened his tongue. Once he gets started, he cannot stop, and he's confessing what he swore he'd only ever keep to himself. The fact that he's been communicating with Spirits and asking them about you— Your whereabouts and activities, and how it'd only put his mind at ease for a short time before the itch started again. That he's been considering forging a contract purely to have a Spirit keep an eye on you for how long they may be able to stay materialised. That he cannot stop thinking about you, and that it's eating him up inside…

In a rare display of frustration aimed at himself, Julius' hands are clenched so hard the knuckles are turning white at the strain. He should never have said any of that. He doesn't know what to expect from Reinhard's response, but it can't be anywhere near approval.

It leaves him stunned into silence when his friend puts an arm on his shoulder, smiles at him and tells him that he's glad someone else is looking out for you, too. After that, the rest of the evening is spent talking about you. How they'd met you, all that they know about you, their thoughts and desires… Their own feelings feel far less monstrous when there is another one who shares it. That's what makes it worse. No longer are they stuck purely in their own minds, in an endless loop of self-flagellation over their own desires. Because of their ideals and personalities, neither Reinhard or Julius is likely to act on their obsession quick on their own. (Though Julius is much more sensitive to rejection.) Because, while they found comfort in their newfound understanding, they also feed into each other's anxieties with their respective obsessions.

Together, the escalation of their behaviour happens at a much quicker pace and, while they wouldn't be likely to actually kidnap you and stash you somewhere safe.

[spitdrunken]

💦 reinhard x fem reader? for the valentines event if you’re still up for it? thanks <3

notes: None! Just consensual sex.

Reinhard, while his good looks could've easily landed him in the bed of anyone he would've been interested in, actually doesn't have much sexual experience at all. He's always had different priorities and had different things to worry about. In general, he's not a man to be led by his own desires, and that includes sexual ones.

In other words, if you end up having sex with Reinhard, it's more likely than not in an established relationship, where he's clear about his affections for you. Those also clearly shine through the entirety of the act. 'Making love' is the only fitting term for it. He approaches you with nothing but gentleness and is honest about how little he knows. Won't you guide him? Reinhard knows how sex works, definitely, but he wants to make the experience as enjoyable for you as possible.

In a sense, you're the one who has most of the control in the bedroom, whether you're dominant or not. Reinhard will ask you what feels best, and act accordingly. He's a quick learner and dedicated to your pleasure as much as his own, if not more so. Though if you would want him to completely take the lead, he would similarly comply— All he asks for is that you tell him if something hurts, and be completely honest about it. (…Cue him filing down his nails the next morning after you'd told him about the discomfort they caused.) With his keen intuition, he's a master at figuring out what makes your body tick, even when it's spots that you yourself aren't even aware of yet.

A part of Reinhard is so afraid of hurting you. He's a master of self-control, but even his might slip while he's lost in pleasure with you. His hands are roughened after years of wielding the sword, his body chiselled into the perfect weapon. But he only wishes to bring you pleasure. He'd even feel a twinge of discomfort at leaving a hickey or a bruise. He, frankly, has a little bit of a complex about it.

Reinhard doesn't really have any particular kinks. He's very happy having vanilla sex, honestly. The one exception is that he has a bit of a thing for breeding, borne out of his genuine desire to start a family with you.