#post eclipse guts

Hi, anon. I know you asked for a cuddle headcanon, and I thought of those scenarios that people put as headcanons? Which is weird for me and I think that’s what you were asking for? I don’t really know how to go about doing that so I just wrote a lil’ scenario. Pls, don’t hate me. Sorry if it sucks, I had re-wrote it three times with all three different ideas. Enjoy.

Guts Fluff Mini Scenario

Dawn had risen not too long ago, [Name] and the Blackswordsman had fought off the demons throughout the night. Why were they cursed to a life such as this one? It was always so draining and stressful. They could never catch a breath.

Guts had always told her to sleep, saying that he would handle the demons by himself. [Name] never listened.

Guts was sitting with his legs crossed, her bottom snuggled perfectly between his lap. His arms wrapped around her framework, and his face buried in her hair. No matter how dirty her hair got from sweating or defeating enemies, it always managed to retain its vanilla scent.

He softly inhaled, nuzzling his head lightly in her scalp with his eyes closed. [Name] relaxed into his ministrations, feeling a tingle down her spine. It was nice to be all cuddled up like this. Guts could be distant sometimes; but, he would always regress back to the days before this shity life as a loving partner.  

“When will we ever get a damn break..?” she asked aloud.

Guts grunted, pulling her closer so that both of their armor pressed tightly against each other.

“Not until I kill Griffith,” he muffled lowly into her head.

That was the obvious reason of course.

[Name] opened her mouth to reply, but the sound of his gentle snoring stopped her. Her hair seemed to have a hypnotic sleeping effect on him. Guts always had too much pride to admit he was tired, or he may have just gotten used to not ever getting a good night’s sleep. But the smell of her hair just always did something to his body to make him shut down. He had told [Name] numerous times to wake himself up should he ever fall asleep, and would mentally beat himself up if he ever happened to.

[Name] looked into the reflection of Guts staked giant sword that was next to them. He looked so tranquil, his face resting and hair blowing against the morning wind.