restarting my page, and i dedicate my first new post to Reinhard ! i hope u enjoy it and have a nice day <3
. Thinking of a parallel world where you reincarnated into Lugunica with your childhood friend, Subaru. The two of you walked into the alley, trying to find a way to get back home. Yet, luck was not on your side when the gangsters showed up in front of you guys. Neither of you was trained in martial arts, anyways. Sure, Subaru had better physical strength than you. But would he be able to handle all 3 of them? You could not stand watching Subaru getting beaten up by the men further. Out of desperation, you called out for help.
. ââThatâs enough.â
. A voice so clear cut through the tension in the alley. And that was your first encounter with the red-haired young man, Reinhard Van Astrea.
. You could not thank him enough. But you did not even have a penny with you. All you had was a plastic bag filled with snacks you had last bought in the convenience store before you were teleported to this strange, new world. Still, you decided to gift Reinhard with one of your favourite chocolate bars as a token of appreciation.
. Reinhard, being the "knight amongst knights", gladly received your gift with the most charming smile you could imagine. Yet, you noticed something off with that smile. It was too perfect. It was as if the curves of his lips were calculated to be at a certain angle. Plastered, Void and Unnatural. It just lacked depth.
. "Reinhard san. Please take care of yourself as much as you take care of others. Don't fret all alone."
. Before you could think twice. Your words have slipped out of your mouth. You only just found out his name. You were basically a stranger to him in the same way he was to you. But something in your soul insisted you do so. You looked up at Reinhard's face. He sure would be confused; he sure would be disgusted. Yet, despite your expectations, he now had the face of a lost, lonely child. He gave you a bittersweet smile.
. "âThank you."
. You then headed to the trading street with Subaru to find the silver-haired girl he was talking about. Unaware of those piercing blue eyes on you.
. It was night already, and the two of you soon arrived at the loot house. Subaru insisted that you wait outside and never come in, no matter what. It was weird of him, really. But you decided to place trust in your childhood friend.
. It was that moment when you felt the floor against your cheek and realised that you had collapsed on your face. This is bad. You did not even have time to run away. The pain came to you soon. The ground had been dyed red.
. "Help! Please! Can somebody... please!!!" You did not care about the identity of the person who took your life. All you cared about was your childhood friend's safety.
. Clumps of blood spilt out from your mouth each time you pronounced a syllable. Your vision is getting blurry. Your consciousness started fading.
. You suddenly felt the comforting warmth of a human around you. A pair of arms wrapped tightly around you. It was as if someone was holding you oh so dearly, so despairingly. You saw a faint red colour within your dim field of view. No, it was not the colour of blood. It was blazing inferno red. The red that reminded you of the young man you encountered this afternoon. Reinhard Van Astrea.
. "Rein...hard?" You forced your disappearing consciousness to return for a moment.
. "...!! Yes, that's me! So please, just hang in there, I willâ"
. At that moment, your life slipped away. You were relieved. Someone like Reinhard would definitely be able to save Subaru from any possible danger ahead. You had no regrets. Your dear childhood friend has found his first love, and you have met a kind soul like Reihard on the very first and last day here in Lugunica.
. But what about Reinhard? What about Reinhard, who finally discovered the feelings of love he had never experienced before? What about Reinhard, who has finally met the person who would view him as a mere human instead of the 'sword saint' or the 'knight amongst the knights' ? It was his first time being genuinely cared for. And he is going to lose all this soon?
. This must not happen.
. The sweet sensation inside him instantly grew into a twisted fixation for you. Despite being the almighty 'sword saint', all he could do now was to cling to your body for dear life. If only he had healing abilities like Ferris...
. But there was something only Reinhard could do. Reinhard closed his eyes and wished for another divine protection from Od Laguna.
. The divine protection of â â â â
. "You don't need to suffer alone anymore. So, let's go back to the time when we first met. And this time, I would like to know your nameâ"
. â I love you.
. ââThatâs enough.â
. A voice so clear cut through the tension in the alley. And that was your first encounter with the red-haired young man, Reinhard Van Astrea.
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honestly so surprised to see reinhard content getting more than 10 likes in the time of 2026, tysm for all of your support and im happy the reinhard nation is alive and well!!!
. Just finished watching the latest ep and wondered, what if you lost your memories like Subaru?
. As per the previous imagine (except its not greed if), you grew up as a maid in the astrea estate, therefore, you were technically a mental anchor to Reinhard, the only person in the estate who genuinely cared for him as a human, and not as the almighty Sword Saint.
. Reinhard would feel his whole world collapsing in front of him when you tilted your head and asked him who he was. Just imagine the devastation he would go through.
. I feel like there would be two alternative endings for this.
He would emotionally manipulate you to the point where you would actually feel sorry for him and promise to stay by his side 24/7 (in this case, you would be successfully dismissed from your maid career)
You would be terrified of his unwavering devotion towards you and make an attempt to flee from the estate
However, I am sure Reinhard, being Reinhard, would still stay as a soft yandere despite your escape attempt; he might actually find it amusing! (perhaps treating it as your trial to test his love for you)
So don't worry! You will still be able to live a comfy life ahead with him in the estate. And soon, you will lose your will to leave him.
. This is so random, but imagine Reinhard, who possesses the many divine protections, is unable to age physically after a certain threshold or die (i mean he can delete them, but let's just pretend he can't). For you, a complete mortal, however, death is inevitable.
. What if you and Reinhard had formed some kind of a contract, and the Astrea estate became a sanctuary-like place where nobody else could enter? Reinhard, being in the position of Shaula, waiting countless years for you to be reborn just to embrace you in his arms for one more time.
. Thinking of a greed IF au where you were a close childhood friend (maybe you were a maid in House Astrea) of Reinhard.
. He would definitely bring you with him to the Roswaal manor (yes, you do not have the right to refuse).
. You feel bad for him, honestly. Lady Felt is nowhere to be seen now. You know Heinkel well and could imagine the lengths he would go to mock his own son.
. "A failed knight", they say.
. All you could do was bring comfort to Reinhard. To be a safe space for him. To be the only place he could stay as a normal man.
. Subaru had prepared a lovely guest room for you, yet Reinhard insisted that you stay in the same room as him. He even gave you those puppy eyes. Could you ever brush it off oh so ruthelessly?
. Reinhard did his best to act as the Emilia camp's protector. He wouldn't dare to fail his personal duty again. Reinhard wouldn't want to disappoint Subaru when he had so generously placed trust in him.
. Meanwhile, you were not allowed to leave your (or perhaps Reinhard's) room without his permission. You had once tried getting out of that excessively decorated and spacious room out of boredom, and you swore to yourself that you would never ever do so again.
. You still remember clearly how Reinhard appeared out of nowhere, like a bolt of lightning, when you stepped out of the room. He should have been accompanying Subaru at this time of hour. Yet those piercing blue eyes of his threw darting, frantic gazes at you. You could see how the many hints of life drained away from his pretty face. His grip on your wrist was so painfully tight that you could already imagine the red outline of his fingers forming on your skin.
. "Please, never leave me again. You are the last grain of hope I have left in this world. I cannot bear to lose you."
. He gifted you tons of books, art supplies and luxuries, basically anything you could think of, for you to kill time, and all you had to do was to wait for his return in the room.
notes: obsessive behaviour/yandere, dependency
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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, itâs 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 wouldnât be tainted by his âmonstrousâ power.
Cue you. You have no idea whatâs going on. One moment, youâd been going about your day, the next youâve been transported into this unfamiliar and foreign world, to bustling streets full of species you donât recognise and speaking a language you cannot understand. After crossing off âthis is all just a dreamâ from the list of possibilities, youâre faced with a frightening new reality.
Youâre not taking this very well. Itâs not long before youâre sitting somewhere on the cobbled ground, back against a wall and practically hyperventilating. Of course, youâre familiar with this kind of trope of fiction. You just canât fathom how anyone could be excited about being ripped away from everything and anyone theyâve ever known. Nor have you ever fashioned yourself to be âmain characterâ material.
Itâs 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 wouldâve 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. Itâs a thick, soft cloth, embroidered with both his familyâs colours and banner.
âPlease, take it,â 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. Itâs not a type or style of clothing he recognises and, as a result, he can only assume that youâre a foreigner. Traveled here from further than the Four Great Nations, maybe. And gotten lost as a result.
Reinhard doesnât mind waiting for you to calm down. Though there might be trouble brewing somewhere else in the city, heâs certain that the rest of the guard can handle themselves for the time being. Heâs not even on the job, after all. Itâs important to stay in contact with the people heâs actually protecting, lest they become more of an idea or an image in his mind.
He returns his focus to you once youâve calmed down. âDo you want to talk about what happened?â
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 heâs learned bits and pieces of out of politeness, yet none of it rings a bell for you. Itâs difficult, frankly, and heâs 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. âReinhard van Astrea.â
Any moment now, it must happen. Thereâll be a flicker of recognition at his name, his appearance, the sword of his hipâ And any hint of unguardedness will be erased and replaced by that look he is all too familiar with.
That doesnât happen. Instead, you smile. Itâs wobbly and small, but itâs a smile nonetheless.
You point at him. âReinhard van Astrea,â you repeat after him. The vowels arenât all quite correct, but thatâs not an issue. He nods, smiling. Then, you point at yourself and share your own name, which he then repeats.
Maybe itâs something to do with his pronunciation, or simply the relief of having fostered understanding with someone else in this city, but thatâs 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 doesnât seem to you that anything momentous has happened. Youâve started to doubt your âmain characterâ status, though. The man that is busying himself to make you at ease looks like heâs appeared straight out of an otome game with unnaturally bright hair and eyes to boot. Heâs gorgeous to the point that itâs almost unnatural. That itâs reminiscent of a piece of art in a museum. The idea that heâs 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.
Itâs 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 donât even have the words to express your gratitude. Itâs a little one-room apartment that heâs 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. Itâs either this, or do nothing inside of your room all day. You prefer the work, even if itâs 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, heâd taken you to a more reputable home in the city as soon as he got, acting as your âtranslatorâ when you asked why. Of course, with him vouching for you, there was no question about the job or your higher salary.
Heâs away for long stretches of time, but when heâs around heâs teaching you bits and pieces of the language. Reinhard isnât 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 itâs 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. Itâs an entirely unfamiliar feeling. Reinhard does feel a bit bad about keeping you in the dark. He purposefully doesnât teach you some of the words people refer to him with. He doesnât 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 doesnât 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 youâve built together, even though itâs built on an unsteady foundation. Reinhard starts to yearn for the next time he can spend moments by your side, that he can go âhomeâ and see your face light up. He doesnât know what heâd 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 heâd 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. Thereâs little he needs to do about things such as romantic rivals or possible dangers to your life. Reinhard van Astreaâs shadow looms over you through your close association alone, even if you arenât 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 doesnât want you to be unhappy, he truly doesnât. But when you complain that you cannot seem to make real friends with anyone, that thereâs always this kind of⌠Distance and discomfort you canât explain, heâs a little happy that heâs there to fill that gap. Once he has the courage, heâll tell you how he feels. Your response will dictate whether you stay stable, or get swept out in the currents.
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cw. kidnapping, yandere, mentions of starvation, unedited
A slow creaking sound occurs. It seems that he's back again. His footsteps have always been so quiet and while it does not necessarily bother you, it freaks you out whenever he appears behind you like he's always been there, watching you. He took notes of that after you berated him for his lack of presence and genuinely tried to make sure that you would be able to hear him from afar.
"My love." There's that sickening love-struck tone of his. Nevertheless, you don't acknowledge him. You hate it, hate that his 'love' feels so genuine. It makes you want to crawl into a hole and scratch your arms so furiously that it leaves eternal marks, but you know that he would stop you from doing so anyways. He'll look at you with the same worried glassy eyes that look like tears would start spilling out if you continued any more with your harm inflicting endeavors.
Youâve been staring at yourself in the mirror just moments before he came trying to squeeze into your personal space again. The person staring back in the mirror is definitely you but with an appearance much less enthusiastic and gloomy. Your eyes are a lot less brighter than they used to be, no longer reflecting the same light he adores. Your face feels like itâs stuck in a permanent grim, nothing like subaruâs confident and soothing smiles whenever heâs cracked another secret to prevent a huge disaster from approaching. You would never be like him.
Despite everything, itâs still you.
A ghost of a smile appears upon your face at your attempt to make a dry joke. He most likely senses your desire to even avoid being in the same radar as him but doesnât comment on it regardless.
Before he intrudes, you have been in the middle of combing your tangled hair, some parts littered with unslightly frizz. Nowadays, the early mornings of your day pass by extremely quick. Youâd wake up just in time for the sun to start setting â a half orbit of yellow over the horizon.
âIâm not in the mood for lunch so you can leave.â
Thereâs a pause before he replies to your comment. âYou havenât eaten since yesterday and youâve been sleeping the whole day. Andâ â Like a little kid, his eyes light up and his face looks feverish. ââIâm off duty for a few hours. Julius kindly offered to take over my duties. Haha, Truly, Iâm indebted to him.â As always, his voice is like nails on a cardboard.
You purses your lips before continuing your defenses. âLike I said, Iâm not hungry so you can find someone else to bother. How about that lady whoâs been sending you so much letters? Iâm sure sheâd fancy such an opportunity.â
To that, Reinhard furrows his eyebrows, slight disbelief evident on his face. He walks up to you, his front facing your back. You can see all his actions enfold in the mirror and youâre tempted to scoot your soft chair a tiny bit forward â just to spite him. He takes the hairbrush that has far too much embroidery for your taste from the mirror stand and starts running it softly through your hair.
âMy heart, my presence is yours and yours alone. There is no world where I would entertain such a silly request. You have no need to be jealous.â His sentences ends with a chuckle.
âJ-Jealous?! Hold on, Iâm just saying instead of spending your time trying to woo me over, you should spend some time with a lady thatâd reciprocate your affectionsâŚYou are a popular bachelor after all.â You explain yourself with a huff. The audacity of him.
âHm well, I like âtrying to woo you overâ. You may not appreciate my actions now but thatâs alright. Iâll never stop trying and I will keep hoping that one day I will see the fruits of my efforts.â Damn him and his smooth words.
âArg! YouâYouâre so persistent.â Heâs still gazing down at you with that irritating smile of his. âIf only Subaru was hereââ
Snap.
Reinhard snaps the beautiful hairbrush in half, using only his fingers. A disturbing atmosphere settles in and every hair in your body stands up. Your hands begin to sweat the more they rub against each others in a poor attempt to soothe your nerves.
There hasnât been any records of him ever harming a hair on your head but just at the mention of Subaru â he breaks something in your bedroom.
Will it be your wrist next? Your vision becomes blurry and you canât control the water starting to flow from your eyes.
Or rather, thatâs inaccurate because he looks shocked just as much as you do â if not more.
Frantically he immediately fixes the hairbrush using magic and gets on his knees in front of you and reaches out to grab your hands, discarding the fragile material onto the floor. Scared of what he is trying to do with your limbs, you shifts your weight back and shields hands behind your body.
âR-Reinhard, I didnât meââ
He looks like a lost child with the way he is practically begging on his knees. âIâIâm so sorry, my dearest. Please..Please, believe me, I would never, ever touch you. Please..â He blabbers on.
At this point, he is uncontrollably trying to console you both.
Once again, he reaches out to pat your hair but as soon as he almost makes contact, he flinches back scared of his own strength. The sight of you crying feels like a sword stabbed into his own heart. No amount of training until his body gives out will be able to erase such a sight.
What a joke of a knight. He prides himself on being the most capable and strongest knight in Lugunica and yet he cannot control his strength in the presence of his light â all because he isnât able to contain the the bubbling envy that claws at his throat at you mentioning Subaru.
He wishes to stay with you until you calm down but it seems that he is the last person you want to see right now.
He quickly wipes his eyes away before any tears show. You can weep and sob all you want and he will be there to collect them all but he wonât allow himself the same luxury.
âI will..ask one of the staffs to bring you lunch.â You donât reply and your head is still hanged down and he has to resist the urge to go down on both his knees and head on the ground this time and beg for your forgiveness a million times.
ââŚPlease excuse me.â With that, he steps out of the room eagerly but not before taking one last look at you.
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 đđ
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.
