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.
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.
Guys Who Get on My Nerves (Re:Zero Modern AU: Reinhard, Julius, Subaru, Garfiel, Otto)
Mom's friend's son Reinhard
• You're moving to another city for college. Finally.
• You want to break free from your parents—be your own person, strong, self-sufficient.
• You've already pictured it: living alone, doing whatever you want, answering to no one.
• You even bought a mug that says "My home is my castle." You're ready.
• Then your mom casually drops: "Oh, how perfect! Aunt Luanna happens to have a house in that city—she'll give you a big discount!"
You: "Mom, I want to do this on my own."
Mom: "Well, Reinhard lives right nearby, he can help if anything comes up 😊"
You: "Mom, seriously."
Mom: "He's such a sweet boy. And actually, he asked about you—how you were doing."
You: "We haven't spoken in two years, and even then it was just a couple of random sentences."
Mom: "He remembers you! So thoughtful. And I'll feel so much better knowing you're not alone."
You: "Fine."
• You move in. The house is brand new—renovation, furniture, everything fresh out of the box. You start suspecting that "discount" is really just charity in disguise.
• On the table lies a note: "If you need anything, I'm just over the fence. Neighbor. R."
• An hour later—knock on the door.
• Reinhard stands there with a plate of your favorite pastries. "Welcome to the neighborhood! I brought you these. Baked them myself, so I can vouch for the taste. You must be exhausted from the trip—want me to help unpack?"
• Turning him away would be a crime. You let him in.
• Another hour passes, your mom calls: "So, how's it going? Is Reinhard helping?"
You: "I'm handling everything myself" (in the background, Reinhard is washing your dishes because "you must be tired after the move").
Mom: "Reinhard, thank you for keeping an eye on her. I'm counting on you!"
• Your life turns into a full-blown nightmare.
• You tell yourself: "I can do this alone. I'm strong. I'm independent." Reinhard: "Don't worry, it's no trouble at all to help."
• You start college.
• First class—you scan the roster and Reinhard's name isn't there. You breathe a sigh of relief.
• Then he appears at the entrance.
• With coffee.
• "I was passing by and thought you might get cold."
You: "How do you know my schedule?"
R: "Your mom sent it."
You: "Of course she did."
• You take the coffee because it's hot and you really are freezing. He smiles and leaves. You watch his back and think: "I hate him."
• Your mom calls every day: "How are things? Has Reinhard stopped by? He's such a good boy—you look after him too!"
You: "Mom, he's older than me and he's a CEO. He doesn't need my supervision."
Mom: "Well, what if he's eating dinner alone? Invite him over, it'd be rude not to!"
You: "Mom, I'm not inviting him to dinner." Mom: "Suit yourself."
• You strike up a conversation with the neighbors, determined to prove you're fully capable of building your own social circle without him.
• Neighbor lady: "Oh, you're the new girl living next to Reinhard? He's such a great guy, isn't he? He helped me carry my groceries last week."
You internally: "Of course he did."
Neighbor: "Are you two together? You make such a cute couple!"
You: "No. We're just neighbors."
Neighbor: "But the way he looks at you..."
You walk away mid-sentence.
•You don't admit it, but his thoughtfulness is often a pleasant surprise, so sometimes you buy him chocolates.
• (I can just imagine how long he stares at this Kinder Surprise, quietly rejoicing)
Your Childhood Rival, Julius
• Does he know he's your enemy?
• Absolutely not.
• He probably thinks he's your future spouse.
• Here's how it started.
• He was a transfer student in school.
• Had to repeat a couple of years (two, to be precise) because he moved from abroad and was still learning the language—so academically, he was behind.
• He took a liking to you. Immediately.
• The teacher announced pair work for a group project.
• He was literally walking toward you—and then you picked someone else. Your friend.
• That stung.
• He spent the entire week using every free minute to perfect and upgrade his project. Just to prove you should've picked him.
• Your groups competed. You and your friend lost.
• By a landslide.
• He said: "You should've tried harder. Or picked a better partner."
• In his head, he added: "Like me."
• But you only heard what came out of his mouth.
• Which was basically: either you're stupid, or lazy, or your friend is dead weight.
• Your friend walked off humiliated.
• You were absolutely livid.
• And he didn't even realise he'd just shattered your friendship.
• So you spent years grinding to beat him in key subjects—maths, English, anything that mattered—and completely neglecting everything you didn't care about.
• He spent years trying to match your standards.
• Vicious cycle.
• Of course he wanted to go to the same university as you.
• He even asked his mum (who, luckily for him, is friends with your mum—and neither of them knows you're enemies) where you were applying. And he applied there too.
• Your jaw hit the floor when you saw his name on the group list. And then again when he walked into the lecture hall.
• There he is. All elegant and mysterious in that beige jumper, coffee in hand, tapping away at his laptop.
• He's not working.
• He's mindlessly scrolling the uni website while staring at you.
• Don't get him wrong—he did learn from his school days. (His mum told him why you hate him, because your mum told her in confidence.)
• Now he's going to be more empathetic.
• The absolute bastard even figured out your cycle. (You opened that app once. He was sitting right behind you. He memorised everything.)
• So now he gives you chocolate during those days, compliments you during ovulation, invites you out during the follicular phase, and fusses over your comfort during luteal.
• In short: he's basically started copying Reinhard's insufferable hovering.
• Speaking of Reinhard.
• Julius noticed him. And drew his own conclusions.
• Doesn't your mum realise he is the obvious frontrunner for your heart?
• I mean, he's better, right?
• Julius is kind to everyone—not just you.
• Is Reinhard richer? More successful?
• Julius's family is plenty rich and successful, thank you very much. So that's bollocks.
• Unlike Reinhard, this gentleman is far more socially adept. He quickly hijacked the rumour mill, and now everyone's whispering:
"[Your name]? Oh, isn't she dating that lovely bloke with the lilac hair?"
• Ha. Three times ha.
• And now—who's your knight in shining armour, exactly?
The Childhood Friend Who's a Total Hikikomori and Embarrasses You in Front of Everyone — Subaru
• Look, back in the day, he was your coolest friend. No debate.
• Like, unreasonably cool: knew every dinosaur by name, could recite all the Greek myths, Egyptian mythology, space facts...
• (The only thing you couldn't stand about him was tag. His legs were absurdly fast. But he always let you win, so fine.)
• Plus his parents were absolutely legendary.
• As in, they let him decorate his own room however he wanted — and the absolute cheek of it, he had his own room with a lock... (Anyone with siblings will understand the pain.)
• And when they'd take you and Subaru on trips — camping, petting zoos, all that wholesome stuff — it was peak childhood.
• That's the Subaru you remember.
• And now? What do we have?
• Well... for starters, exams are around the corner and he hasn't even thought about revising.
• His parents, bless them, are 110% convinced he just needs a girlfriend to sort his life out.
• No.
• He needs a therapist.
• Also:
"Mum, Dad, please don't... I love you, but this is absolutely cringe."
• You can't exactly find a girlfriend without leaving the house... so they've asked you to keep an eye on him. And very thoughtfully rented him a place on the same street.
• Forced independence will obviously fix him, right?
• Subaru is mortified that they dragged his childhood friend into this mess. "Oh my god, why do I have to embarrass myself in front of someone this fit?!?!"
• Life is so cruel to Subaru.
• So now you're making sure this walking disaster actually eats properly, showers (oh my god Subaru, that's rank), and occasionally — occasionally — steps outside.
• You're even more cruel than life itself, so you've resorted to exposure therapy: shoving his face into every grotty corner of his rented flat, filming it, and threatening to send the footage straight to his parents.
• You also drag him along for jogs, which soon attract Reinhard and Julius like moths to a flame.
• Unlike you two, they run like actual athletes, so you and Subaru end up looking like two dying dolphins that washed up on the beach.
• Glorious.
• But — credit where it's due — it actually works. His body slowly returns to something resembling a functional human being.
• The real kicker? His parents are now insufferably smug about it. "See? A pretty girl does fix everything!"
• Right.
• Well.
• You're not about to argue.
• (Especially since they slip you pocket money for these little visits)
.
• Bonus 1
• Well.Your usual entourage — Prince Charming and Mummy's Favourite — tend to intimidate him. But thank god they're not as nerdy as he is.
• He's the only one you trust to recommend a good game or film.
• (Subaru is a seasoned pirate, so whenever you can't be arsed to pay for a subscription, he downloads the film for you — complete with a sudden casino ad in the middle of a tense scene, which works like a screamer, and you both nearly jump out of your skin.)
• Bonus 2
• He's an absolute beast at cosplay. Need something hemmed? Need to look stunning for a project presentation? Need flawless makeup? Go to him. He'll sort you out for a bottle of Coke.
• Or a kiss.
• "No, obviously I'm joking. It's not like I've been harbouring a secret crush on my childhood friend for years or anything. What do you think this is — an anime?"
• Yeah, he's harbouring it.
• Your adorable little tsundere <3
Stupid schoolboyy Garfiel
• You're already sick of this pack of schoolchildren trailing you.
• You did a lap around the block just to check.
• Yep. They're following you.
• One of them darts ahead, all red in the face, and blurts out:
"Oi, so... I like you. Wanna go on a date?"
• The lads behind him are snickering like a pack of hyenas.
• He's absolutely crimson.
• Is he serious? Is this truth or dare? Is it just banter?
• You don't really care.
• But for some reason, you suddenly didn't want him to get roasted at school for this.
• So you gave him your number.
"Look, if this is some daft dare or a card game punishment, I'll play along. Here's my number. If this is a real confession — my answer's no. I'm not a nonce."
• You hand him the note with your number.
• He's gobsmacked. You walk off, smirking to yourself.
• A minute later, your phone rings. You can hear a bunch of teenage lads losing their minds in the background.
"Hello~ Is this that fit bloke who asked me to the cinema?"
• The call drops instantly. And from the next street over, you hear:
"OMG SHE ACTUALLY GAVE HIM HER NUMBER AND SAID YES TO A DATE?!?!?!"
• Garfiel is now officially the coolest lad in school. Why? Because he's got an older, cool-as-hell (you still have your Labubu, by the way), ridiculously fit "girlfriend."
• Honestly? You even play along. You pay for laser tag and treat him to pizza one time.
• He brags about it to the entire school.
• It reaches the teachers. Then the parents.
• And now his sister is standing in front of you, telling you to stop grooming her underage brother.
• You invite her for tea, because God forbid Reinhard catches wind of this and decides you have problems.
• You show her the messages. You've very clearly told Garfiel you're not dating. This is all for show. A bit of performance art for his parents' sake.
• Your entire knowledge of each other boils down to how long you've played Minecraft together (you even griefed his house once, and you've got a couple of cats between you — most of your messages are about naming them).
• Frederica sighs and says Garfiel's going to get an absolute earful for this.
• She's mortified. She apologises.
• You tell her you'd have done the exact same in her shoes.
• You swap numbers. Because — hey — you've got a friend now. A proper girl friend. (Platonic, obviously.)
• Eventually, by mutual agreement, Garfiel "dumps" you. His reason? You're not with it anymore. You refuse to memorise every single bit of brainrot with him.
• In Minecraft, you take all your shared cats with you and break his pixelated little heart.
• Only for him to realise, a week later, that he's actually fallen for you.
• He confesses. Immediately gets blocked.
• Then he calls from Frederica's phone and yells:
"BLOODY HELL, I LIKE YOU. I KNOW YOU'RE OLDER, BUT WAIT FOR ME!"
• He finds out where you live. Leaves you flowers. Chocolate. Sometimes orders you pizza.
• And — to his parents' delight — he starts actually studying, so he can "provide for my tigress" later.
• Sometimes you genuinely consider giving him a chance.
• And then he asks you to look at his phone, so you can scan your face for biometrics — just so he can access the adult version of Roblox.
• At this moment you remember exactly why you said no.
The One You Keep Chasing - Otto
• He was just this shy, awkward introvert.
• (Poor lad got laughed at as a kid for being into entomology. Bugs. Because of course.)
• You probably wouldn't have even noticed him — until one day you bumped into him and he dropped a stack of papers.
• Sounds like a rom-com meet-cute, right? Except they didn't go flying everywhere, and your hands definitely didn't touch.
• He did, however, bend over to pick them up. And you got an absolutely cracking view of his arse.
• A few classmates helped you track him down. Turns out he's the starting central midfielder for your uni's football team.
• Wouldn't have guessed it, honestly.
• Well... his legs might have given it away, if you know what I mean.
• Anyway, you started hanging out. And bloody hell — he's just...
• Normal.
• Talking to him was refreshing. Comfortable. No drama.
• And for him? It was pure bliss just having someone to talk to. Usually people don't even notice he exists.
• Sweet, shy little doughnut.
• So you asked him out on a date. Cat café.
• It was going brilliantly.
• Until Reinhard walked in and asked why you'd missed three calls from your mum.
• Otto didn't even wait. He just left.
• Later you found out he figured you'd forget about him anyway. That's what everyone else always did.
• He apologised afterwards, but the damage was done...
• The man has zero self-confidence.
• Anyway, you introduced him to Subaru, and now they're besties. But...
• Otto has put you in the friendzone.
• Because, bless him, he's not blind. He's seen the blokes circling you.
• (He is blind, though — he only noticed Julius and Reinhard's interest. Hasn't got a clue about Subaru.)
• When you finally cornered him for a proper one-on-one conversation — which took ages because he's juggling uni, football, and a part-time job at his uncle's — you got interrupted.
• By Julius.
• Who, as it turns out, had helped Otto out before. Otto started thanking him profusely, only for Julius to completely ignore his existence.
• Again.
• So that's the cycle:
• You occasionally manage to catch him, things seem good, and then one of the other lads shows up — and he bails. Every. Single. Time.
• Bonus 1
• His shattered little heart pieces itself back together by recreating your virtual family in The Sims. He rehearses conversations with your Sim-self, hoping one day he'll have the nerve — and the time — to actually confess.
• Bonus 2
• When he finally worked up the courage to tell you about his bug obsession — and you didn't judge him at all — he proper broke down crying. You spent ages calming him down.
• Even if nothing ever happens between you, you've got a permanent spot in his heart. You helped him close that childhood wound.
Crush on me OR Crush me (Reinhard van Astrea and his long time crush)
The ambient noise of the bustling tavern faded the moment the heavy oak door clicked shut behind Reinhard.
It was supposed to be a casual celebration orchestrated by Felix, Julius, and Subaru to mark the end of a long campaign. But looking around the lavish, dimly lit private suite, Reinhard realized the tavern was completely silent. The only other person in the room was her—the woman he had harbored a quiet, consuming crush on for years, keeping his distance out of a fierce desire to protect her from the chaotic danger of his life as the Sword Saint.
On the low table between the velvet couches sat a beautifully cut crystal decanter filled with a shimmering, amber liqueur, alongside a note in Felix’s handwriting: “To the two most stubborn people in Lugunica. Relax a little. Drink up! ~ Nyah.”
Sharing an amused, slightly relieved laugh, they drank, the liquid sliding down their throats like warm, spiced honey. It didn't take long for the trap to spring.
Within minutes, the air in the room grew suffocatingly thick. Reinhard, whose Divine Protections usually kept him immune to poisons, felt an unprecedented, heavy flush spreading beneath his collar. Across from him, she let out a ragged sigh, her cheeks darkening into a deep crimson. The substance wasn't a poison; it was a potent, concocted aphrodisiac designed specifically to strip away inhibitions and amplify existing, repressed desires.
Reinhard moved to the couch, pinning her wrists gently beside her head. The drug burned in his veins, but his eyes were piercingly clear.
"If I take you tonight," Reinhard whispered, his voice a low, gravelly timbre, "there is no returning to the shadows of decorum. The drug in our veins will fade, but what I feel for you is an eternity. I need you to know the depth of the gravity pulling me to you."
"Then tell me, Reinhard," she cried softly. "Don't hide behind the Saint anymore. Give me the man."
Reinhard leaned down, his breath hot against her skin. "I have loved you since the moment I realized you were the only soul in Lugunica who looked at me and didn’t see a weapon. To the world, I am a shield, an immovable force. But to you, I am just a man. I love the fierce, quiet grace with which you walk through a world that terrifies me. I love the way your laughter silences the endless noise of my Divine Protections. I am a creature forged for war, yet your gentleness is the only thing that has ever truly conquered me."
Tears pricked her eyes as she cupped his face. "And you think you are a monster of burden. Reinhard, I love that your heart is larger than your myth. I love the quiet sorrow in your eyes when you think no one is looking, and the blinding warmth that takes its place when you smile at me. I don't want a flawless hero. I want your doubts, your fears, your heavy hands, and your beautiful, unbroken soul."
As their breathing hitched, the poetic romance melted into raw, unadulterated lust. The language of the soul became the language of the flesh.
"I want to feel every heavy inch of you," she whimpered, her hands moving down to claw at his uniform, exposing his broad chest. "I want you to ruin me, Reinhard. I want to be filled by you until I can't think of anything else."
"You have no idea how much I've starved for this," Reinhard groaned, his polite demeanor shattering completely. "I want to hear you scream my name. I want to taste you, to mark you, to bury myself so deeply inside you that you'll never forget who owns your body."
They stripped each other shamelessly, casting their clothes onto the floor. Reinhard pinned her back against the plush velvet sofa, his large hands gripping her hips with a fierce, possessive hunger. When he drove into her in one deep, unyielding thrust, she let out a loud, uninhibited cry of pure ecstasy.
Guided by the raging aphrodisiac and their own unchecked passion, they lost all decorum. Reinhard moved with a fierce, punishing power. The leather and velvet sofa groaned under the force of their movements. Every thrust was deep, heavy, and frantic. They came together violently, the intense friction driving them to multiple, explosive climaxes. Over and over, they rode the waves of delirium, shamelessly sharing their bodies, coming a lot as the room filled with the heavy scent of their sweet and raw desire.
Hours later, the fever of the drug finally broke. The room was quiet save for their ragged breathing. As they came to their senses, the reality of what they had done began to settle in.
Reinhard looked down at her, his heart pounding against his ribs. He gently brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead.
"Did we..." Reinhard started, his voice soft and laced with a sudden, anxious vulnerability. "Everything we said, everything we just did... was it something you really meant to do? Or was it just the drink?"
She looked up at him, her eyes tired but shining with absolute truth. "I meant every single word, Reinhard. I meant every touch. I love you. It was never just the drink for me."
A profound wave of relief washed over him, but it was quickly replaced by a sudden, jarring realization. Reinhard froze, his eyes widening. He had spilled his cum inside her a lot of times during their unbridled passion. As a knight, he is a meticulously careful man , but in his haste and the madness of the drug, he hadn't wished for a Divine Protection to prevent him from impregnating someone.
"What is it?" she asked, noticing his sudden tension.
Reinhard swallowed hard, his hands trembling slightly on her waist. "I... I just realized something. In my desperation, I didn't ask for the protection to prevent a pregnancy. I spent myself inside you completely, so many times tonight." He looked into her eyes, his heart in his throat. "What... what will you do if I got you pregnant?"
She blinked, processing his words, but instead of panic, a soft, incredibly tender smile spread across her flushed face. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I am fine carrying your baby, Reinhard. As long as it is fine with you, nothing would make me happier."
The sheer devotion in her answer struck Reinhard to his very core. He leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, desperate kiss that lasted for almost a minute, pouring every ounce of his gratitude, relief, and profound love into the embrace.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes were burning with an absolute, unshakeable resolve.
"I will marry you," Reinhard promised, his voice ringing with the gravity of a sacred vow. "Right here and now. We are going to be wed immediately, before we even get the news that you are pregnant. You are my wife, and I am yours, from this moment until the end of our days."
In your opinion, why and how did Reinhard fall in love with his darling?
I'm sorry for asking such question, but I really like your writing and hope to get a piece (perhaps more) of your thoughts about this man 🥺 and your Re:Zero content is very goodddddd, like i can't never get enough 😞😭😭 and because of you, this man has taken up residence in my mind and refuses to leave ever since you published your piece about the love triangle with Julius and Reinhard😭😭😭😭
That's all, thank you for sharing, I hope you have a lovely day 💖🫂
Oh yes, please send me more Re Zero stuff. Feed my starving soul! This was also rushed AF!
The Sword Saint is a man of honor. Ever since he could remember, Reinhard's goal was to protect the people around him.
A goal which he wore with the utmost pride.
That same goal had cost him peace which he never knew he needed.
The world admired him, envied him even. Almost everything was served to him on a silver platter and to top it all off, the world itself had chosen him. He was destined to carry the whole kingdom and its people on his own two shoulders, like a true knight ought to.
Such a pity that many viewed him as a monster as well.
"A monster which kills monsters."
That's what Reinhard liked to say about himself, and it would be done with a sheepish grin and a casual shrug. His smile was as sweet as candy when he would utter those words.
You told him that one day.
Perhaps that was the moment the seed was planted deep within him. He honestly couldn't tell.
... How unlike him.
I think that's what would catch his attention the most - honesty. Frankness.
Kindness.
Reinhard can read people like books, but he's not used to others treating him like an actual human being with emotions. It's so fascinating how little it actually takes for him to keep you stashed in his heart.
Tell him about your day. Tell him your likes and dislikes, what do you dislike about him?
What do you like about him?
He laps it all up like a man starved, so much so that he often stops himself from saying something embarrassing.
He is the Sword Saint. He cannot make an error, no matter how miniscule...
... But, when he's with the person who is so honest and good... He feels like a man reborn.
He just feels like a man. A normal, regular man, a person denied any sort of normal comfort which most people take for granted.
The day when he truly stashes you in his bleeding heart is when you embrace him. Goodness, he feels how his soul flutters to life, fingers itching to hug you back... But he cannot.
He doesn't know how.
No matter. You'll teach him, clearly. Reinhard tried to push you away, constantly saying how he's busy and his duties would always take priority.
But like a true thorn, you always stuck by his side.
The will to pluck you out doesn't exist anymore.
Reinhard van Astrea now, for the first time in his life, understands desire. The wish to have a person by your side, to have that one person who is yours and yours alone.
How could he possibly give that up now?
Once upon a time, he would have done it in a heartbeat if it was necessary. But now?
I know it's phainon season in this blog and I'm not complaining
But something that's been bugging me lately is that I recently got into re:zero and I INSTANTLY fell in love with Reinhard so I go to Tumblr expecting some content about him yet there's NOTHING
except for your content 💔💔
Despite the anime being so popular there's like six Reinhard fans and we're all starving for more
Btw Anna I love your content sm and I hope you take care of yourself and stay positive!!
Have a quick little thing I came up with on the spot, I'll gladly die for this man, he'll always have my heart. The Reinhard fandom is small but we are FIERCE, people are letting me KNOW that they are HUNGRY.
Every time the kind knight would send a smile your way, you could not help but to wonder if the universe itself had blessed you.
Meeting Reinhard was a blessing but actually becoming a friend was something unheard of to the normal, every day citizen. Hours would be spent by his side, as you entertained each other in mindless chatter, be it something as simple as the weather or what you were planning to eat later on in the evening. His red hair would sway with the wind, those serene, baby blue eyes ever diligent as he monitored the surroundings. That sharp gaze never missed a single thing, no matter how miniscule, which would always leave you chuckling in amusement.
The rumbling sound would always leave the knight feeling a bit awkward, a hand immediately reaching up to scratch the back of his neck as he apologized if he seemed rude, which you would promptly shut down.
"It's cute how much you care." you'd say to him softly, eyes positively gleaming as you walked together, side by side. You could proactively smell him at how close he was, his shoulder just shy of grazing your own.
Reinhard always took such joy in your kind words and gestures, even if you found them meaningless. As a knight, he had a duty to uphold and jobs to complete, none of which could be prolonged for any time period. He started to curse himself for becoming sloppy, mind going into overdrive whenever he was sitting at his desk filing some papers, or patrolling the city as he allows his mind to start wandering like never before.
Thoughts of your whereabouts and what you were doing started to become second nature to him. A sense of unease would wash over his being if he didn't see you for a period of time, that gentle smile of his now carrying a certain edge to it, like a sword had become a bit too rusty for its own good.
His posture would be too stiff, too perfect, even more so than it already was for the seemingly flawless man.
Reinhard could not tell whether or not his work was suffering due to his growing affections or if he was becoming more capable, actually. The drive to speed things up daily forced him to act more swiftly, ending fights before the match could be light, as the man himself would become both the flame and the water to cool it all down.
He noted how his psyche would take a hit each time you spoke of another, particularly so if it was in a fond manner. An uncomfortable feeling would bloom in his chest, the back of his throat covered with a bitter sensation as Reinhard choked back on the bile, replacing it with his signature, dashing smile.
It was odd. Reinhard never pictured himself as the jealous type. And yet, here he is.
