Yandere!Guts x Reader (General) headcanons:
A/n: In layman term, Anyone-be it an apostle or a human- who tries to kill, let alone harm, his beloved is cleaved into two before they even have the chance to do so. Assuming, that he would let them near his darling in the first place. Multiply that by tenfolds, if we were talking about post-eclipse! guts. Homie’s mental health took a damn dive bomb (understandably) in the Conviction / Black Swordsman arc.
A/n#2: Since you've not mentioned which version of guts you wanted, I decided to spoil you with both. Or maybe, I am being biased and touch starved for my boi lol.
Tw: afab!reader, Yandere themes, Violence, Obsessive/Possessive behaviors, Unhealthy relationship, Stalking, Confining, Post-Eclipse!guts is unstable both mentally and emotionally, Beast of the darkness, Nsfw themes, Implied Breeding Kink, Attempted Sexual assault, Murder, Dubcon, Implied Noncon, Gore, Guilt-tripping, Disturbing themes, Dead dove: Do not eat (This is berserk we are speaking about, so you should expect mature themes, especially when mixed with yandere), Long post because I’m a guts simp 😚.
♰ Guts, despite his abrasive and aloof exterior, cares deeply about his comrades. His greatsword may be heavy with the blood of his adversaries, but it isn't as heavy as his feelings that dwells within him. His turmoil and admiration towards his darling are what constantly keeps him on his feet. It always has, is, and will always be.
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♰ You were known amongst the band to be a kind and compliant soul, ever so eager to serve and please whatever commands were hurled your way.
♰ In contrast to his brash and harsh disposition, maybe that is why you were the chief physician that mends the broken. While he was the raid captain, that presides over the destruction of the Hawk’s foes.
♰ Small, weak, almost as fragile as a sheet of glass. A mere strain on your person, and you will bend like a wilting flower. It fueled him with an alien feeling.
♰ Sense of purpose, maybe? No, that was not it. He barely knew you aside from a lot few sessions, where you had carefully stitched his wounds. So what was it, that tempted him to you?
♰ Dark molass eyes were silently stalking your figure from afar, until a sudden stray arrow steered into your way.
♰ With the swiftness of a hawk, Guts intercepted the attack with his bare hands.
♰ As a result, rivulet of his own blood has been spilled on the coarse grounds whilst he crushed the arrow within his tight grasp.
♰ Anger, for unknown reasons, began flooding his thoughts and senses, as he tried to trace the location of your assassin.
♰ “Be careful of your surroundings, Doc. Otherwise, you will die. And we don't want that to happen, do we?”
♰ She wasn't surprised at his blunt remark, as that always was Guts nature. She is fully aware of that by now; As he often had a reckless habit of landing himself in her medical tent, with each expedition the band had partaken in.
♰ No. It was the expression that accompanied his words, which made her heart flutter and confused all the same. A deep frown etched on his harsh features, whilst his eyes were drowning in muted rage. Like a still ocean, before a raging storm.
♰ “O-Oh. Will do, Commander. But before you leave, let me check for any possible injuries or infections. That's the least I could do for saving my life, you know.”
♰ The (h/c) haired lady answered sheepishly, while adorably rubbing her nose in the process.
♰ How could someone who had seen the eyes of death, maws of war and pestilence, remain so pure-hearted and unperturbed? Especially, after some bastard’s tried to take her out. Most likely an attempt to hinder the band from within.
♰ “M’fine, there ain't a need for any checks up. It was just an ordinary arrow. Plus, I was just doin’ my job at keeping my comrade safe.”
♰ The swordsman replied gruffly, walking away from her gentle touch. However before he could leave the tent, a pair of smaller hands pulled him back or tried to do so.
♰ “It is also my duty to ensure my patients to be healthy, so I insist you stay still until I made sure you're safe and healthy. It would be quite detrimental for the band to lose someone like you.”
♰ The chief healer expressed apprehensively. Eyes burning with resolve, to heal the scrapes of the black haired male. Regardless to his answer, she took his injured appendage and began with her usual procedure.
♰ “Aren't ya a stubborn lady? You have seen me in far worse conditions, yet you are pressed on an insignificant injury.”
♰ Guts remarked teasingly, that is until a droplet of tears fell on his scarred skin. His dark eyes suddenly dilated in surprise, seeing the usually carefree girl silently sobbing.
♰ “That is because you are an impetuous man. You throw yourself at any sign of battle without thinking it through, underestimating your value as a person. There are a lot of people who cherish you for who you are, yet you're blind to it.”
♰ She snapped; Raising her voice at her commander. She knew it was foolish to argue with her superior -especially that he was a stubborn oaf-, but sometimes she worries too much about him.
♰ “Forget it, it doesn't matter. Neither my words or actions will stop you from putting yourself in harms way. What a pitiful excuse of a healer-”
♰ Before she can go on with her tirade, a strong finger curled underneath her chin and forced her teary eyes to meet his dark ones. With his other rugged thumb, he began caressing the wet tears from her flushed eyes.
♰ The devilish smirk and manner that he had doned before has completely vanished, in it place was a grave expression. Yet, it didn't weight as much as the following words he uttered.
♰ “Don’t you dare continue with that sentence, you hear me. You've been more than enough for the band, and you're an irreplaceable part of it. Hell be damned, if I let anyone tarnish your name -let alone yourself- like that.”
♰ Guts stare was intense, but not as much as the sudden vice grip he had on her. She could feel the bones of her hands grinding painfully against one another. As the silence persists, the tighter his grip has gotten on her arm and it began to strain her.
♰ She, once more, looked directly at her comrade’s eyes. It was no longer the familiar and warm irises of her beloved captain, but that is of a hungry beast ready to strike against its unfortunate prey. And for the first time in her life, she had found herself to be afraid of him.
♰ “If it make ya feel any better, then I will be more careful and.. I apologise for worrying you.”
♰ Noticing her discomforted state, Guts laxed his grip on her hand and did something she had never expected from the reserved man. Especially since, he was touch averse.
♰ Considering he doesn't cooperate, almost akin to a cornered animal, with her when she tends to his wounds. The healer assumed it was due to an awful event from his past.
♰ His rough lips met with the soft and tender surface of her worn out hands. It was gentle and lovely kiss, in contrast to the harsh and brutal hold from before.
♰ Which managed to melt her soul and made her overlook his previous erratic action, as a mere illusion of her exhausted mind.
♰ After all, her captain is a great and handsome man. So incredible that she could not help, but harbour an infatuation on him for years on duty. It is absurd to think that Guts would ever hurt her. He may be an ass, but he usually means well.
♰ She utterly loved him with all her self and would prioritize his happiness and safety over her own any day. Even if it meant that she would have to suffer in silence, as his chocolate brown eyes wanders to Casca.
♰ Guts deserves respite for all the woes and abuses he had endured, and now that he had find a place to belong and lover to call his own. It would be selfish of her to pine for him. He deserves better. Guts deserves Casca.
♰ However what the (h/c) isn't aware off, was that Guts shared the same sentiments towards her. For his sword swings no longer for the thrill of the battle, but to safeguard her and the band that he came to call his home.
♰ She became his utmost priority, his purpose to which he continues to live for. And God have any mercy on anyone who threatens her wellbeing, for he won't.
♰ Guts falls into the possessive, obsessive, and most of all overprotective category. His possesiveness mostly stems from his overprotective side.
♰ A man that was robbed of a mother’s unconditional love, raised knowing only the way of the sword, and betrayed by the man he loved as a father is bound one day to latch onto any positive influence that arises to him. Even if it was just a crumb of affection.
♰ At first he will try to scare and distance himself from his darling, It is both a coping mechanism to protect himself from a promised pain and to ensure that his darling won't get fucked by being near him.
♰ As times goes on, the cold front began thawing away. In spite of his rough around edges attitude, Guts is a softie yearning for your love much to his chargin.
♰ He will do anything to ensure that you're safe and happy. By anything, I mean anything. Even if it meant eloping from the band, he will do it in a heartbeat so long you're with him.
♰ The brunette doesn't fear much for his death. However the mere thought of his darling either dying in battle or leaving the group, without his notice will send him into spiral of paranoia and emotional anguish.
♰ “The fuck do you think you're doin’ here all alone? Don't tell me you're tryin’ to leave the band?”
♰ “No… Why would.. I? I was just gathering herbs.”
♰ You responded timidly; Gulping on your breath, as the sudden arrival of your captain startled you. Your heart nearly jumping out of your ribcage. As you saw his brows crease downward and a grim scowl appearing on his face.
♰ Lately, that was the norm for her beloved captain. Ever since the incident, his dark eyes never left her side.
♰ Nor did he let any man, aside from those who are in need of desperate aid and those who he personally put his trust on, from coming close to her. Its as if a switch has flipped on his mind.
♰ His once warm presence is slowly asphyxiating her being. In spite of it all, she could not find it in her heart to push him away. He was her role model. Weak, that's what her mind told her. Yet, she brushed it aside. She loved him. She could never deny him. They say love makes one a fool. And an utter fool she was.
♰ That's why she thought taking a break in amidst the forest would give her a moment to herself. Alas, the wolf is always predetermined to find its prey. Tis, the law of nature.
♰ “All alone at night, in the forest? I wasn’t born yesterday. Tell me the truth, (Y/n). Casca and Judeau told me that you didn't attend the feast.”
♰ “You’re right. I.. wanted to rest here. I know that's stupid, but I wanted a time to think for myself.”
♰ Her answer hushed Guts paranoia, yet he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt and sadness. He dares call himself her protector captain. Yet he was the sole reason she was out here alone, vulnerable, and afraid of him. Just because he let the demons of his past dictate his action.
♰ ‘Damn it all. I want her safe. Not upset. How does Griffith comfort someone easily? Let alone, someone he hold in high regards.’
♰ “No, ‘ts fine. I.. am the one that should apologize for breathing on your neck. It's just I... care ‘lot about you and I don't want you to end up like him.”
♰ Guts spoke, as gentle as he could muster. The atmosphere between the two members were thick with tension. As much as the swordsman wanted to engulf you in his large arms, he won't if you aren't comfortable.
♰ “O..Oh. You needn't. I do not wish to burden you with more trouble than you already have. And if you don't mind, of course, whom do you refer by him?”
♰ Breaking the silence, She slowly moved towards Guts. Twigs breaking underneath her legs, as she reached her smaller hands towards the behemoth of a man in front of her.
♰ Her hands imitating the swordsman’s earlier action, and caressing his cheeks. No matter how bumpy and coarse his skin, she oddly found sense of comfort in it. Based on his closed eyes, and the ghost of smile that tugged on male’s visage she could safely assume that he enjoyed it as well.
♰ “You are no burden at all, like I said and will always say. You should at least know about my father. That's the least that I could do for the trouble I personally caused you.”
♰ One muscular arm held her arm (that was stroking his cheeks) carefully, whilst the other encircled around her waist and pulled her close to him. She could feel the thumping of his heart and the heat of his clothed body.
♰ The (h/c) could only envision him bare (Not only in a literal sense, but emotionally as well.), as a result her face flushed in embarrassment.
♰ “...Naughty girl. You weren't paying attention, were you? What were you thinkin’ about that made you distracted? I am curious. Please do tell, little healer~”
♰ When it comes to affection, his love languages are physical touch and act of service. Good luck escaping his clasp, when the both of you are cuddling.
♰ Guts is like Venus flytrap; Once he has you, he won't let go unless he is awake (which btw will take a while, homie is a heavy sleeper (unlike post eclipse, I wonder why 🌝)) and if you want to piss then too bad you'll have to hold it in.
♰ When it comes to sexual acts, It will take quite some time to reach there, but once he does. You'll be fucked passionately in and out.
♰ There won't be any spot, that Guts’s mouth haven't latched onto (even your cunt isn't safe, he'll devour it like a man starved). You are utterly his, as much he is yours.
♰ “Hah... Would you look at that? Your skin is peppered with my marks, and it suits you well. Oh? You want more? Who am I to refuse my lady?”
♰ Guts is mostly dom, though. If you managed to challenge him (Good luck, you'll need it), then you'll have a pretty demanding power sub at your hands.
♰ He is mostly a vanilla guy, but he is willing to try anything with his darling so long it doesn't involve other people and doesn't trigger his PTSD (ie. no bondage, etc... ). However, don't expect him not to tease his darling while doing so.
♰ “Well. Well. Didn't take ya for a masochist, but aight if you want pain I can give you one that you won't forget for a long while.”
♰ In spite of being a vanilla guy, he is usually rough and harsh in sex. He loves to see you quaking, crying (in pleasure), and shaking underneath him alongside the bed from how hard he is bucking his hips into your pussy. Rest assured you will be feeling sore between your legs for weeks after. (The size difference is a such a turn on for him.)
♰ That means you're satisfied, and if you're fulfilled then so he is. After all, you deserve it for filling the empty acre of his soul with joy and serenity. Two things that life loves depriving him off.
♰ Aside from that, Guts will ensure that your needs are fully met and will make sure that you won't lift a finger. He will never intentionally hurt his beloved either.
♰ Any threats to you will be handled, he wasn't named the ‘Hundred man slayer’ for nothing and has no issue pilling more corpses if it meant your safety. Anyways, he is a mercenary and his job already involves killing people. So, what's a few more dead men?
♰ Overall pre-eclipse! Guts’s yandere tendencies is subtle and low-key, and that one of the reasons that makes him terrifying. Considering he could, surprisingly, mask it very well.
♰ Not to mention, how relentless and intense he could be in his pursuit of protecting his darling. He justify that by thinking he's a suitable protector and provider for you, even if deep down he knows very well what he’s doing is wrong. Guts is teethering on the precipice of complete delusion, it only take a life threatning situation towards his darling to push him to the point of no return. Once he does, well, you get Post-eclipse! Guts (see below).
♰ On the brighter side of things, he retains a little bit of lucidity. Meaning you could, at least, reason and convince him to be a little lax.
♰ So take advantage of that, after all Guts won't refuse the requests of his darling even at the behest of Griffith. You're his top priority.
۞ Yikes. It depends on which arc, you’ve re-met with him. Not that it matter much, seeing that you’ll be kissing your freedom away anyways. (Going with the black swordsman arc Guts here.)
۞ Guts is harsher, far more intense and would sacrifice his darling’s happiness for her overall safety. It’s enough as is, that his brand attracts the most abhorrent abominations towards him.
۞ The last thing he wants is for them to sink their ugly gnashers on you. That thought alone filled him with murderous rage, so much so it would've torn him and anyone around to asunder.
۞ As long she’s alive nothing else matters, he had already lost so much by the time he had reunited with his darling. Damned he would be, if he would let history repeats itself with his beloved.
۞ He won’t risk his darling’s life, even if it meant baring the burden of his darling’s hatred and fear in the process. It will tear him apart from the inside, but he’ll do what needs to be done to protect his darling. His focus is entirely on you.
۞ Guts’s overprotective nature is amped ten folds, if he had already formed a bond with his beloved before the eclipse. God help you, if he already believed that he had lost you in the eclipse. Give a false hope to a desperate man and he will latch onto it as if his life depends on it.
۞ It has been two years, since that accursed day. He had lost his home, his comrades, his friends, and most of all his beloved all by the hands of the man he respected almost like the older brother he never had. Griffith.
۞ The only thing he has left now is a regressed Casca, and the burning rage that coils within himself. As he screamed a declaration of war against Gri- Femto, the other godhands, and towards all apostles. He will butcher them all without any mercy.
۞ In his exodus of vengeance, Guts had lingered in a local village. He heard a scream of a woman from a far, yet he wasn't concerned. He had came for one reason only and that’s to slay an apostle that was rumored to lurk around this shabby town.
۞ “C’mon, Guts. Don’t be a jerk, and let's help the poor soul out.”
۞ “Shut up, Puck. I'm not here to play the he-”
۞ Before the Black Swordsman could respond to the elf, he felt a painful itch around his neck as blood began seeping from his sacrificial mark. Shit, so it wasn't a gossip after all. Turning around, Guts went after the source of clangor.
۞ “Heeey, you big meanie. Wait for me!!!!”
۞ Lo and behold, what the bitter black swordsman saw both knocked the wind out of him and made him see absolute red. It was you. You were alive, on the ground injured and crying with your sword lunged into the chest of the bear-like apostle.
۞ The hideous furry beast was lathering at the sight of her as he straddled the woman beneath him; Mouth began watering, as the beast managed to tear her clothing off with his sharpened talons.
۞ “What a beautiful thing you are. Quite feisty too. Let's see your bellicosity, once I shove my big co-”
۞ The apostle let a howl of agony, as he was suddenly slammed directly towards a tree. With his lower regions bleeding, owing to his member being sliced off.
۞ “Who the hell do ya think you are?! Stopping me from having a fun time with this lady, puny human.”
۞ Her (e/c) enlarged in surprise, as she lays her sight at her saviour. The man was exceptionally tall and athletic, cladded in dark armour, and a cape as dark as the night. Yet it was the swo- no, the heap of raw iron that he carries which surprised her the most.
۞ Especially that he moves so swiftly with it. The stranger for some odd reason seems almost too familiar to her.
۞ “Take a guess. Or have you forgotten, where I had sent your little viper friend to? After all, you'll be joining him soon enough.”
۞ “I-It w-was you... Shit.. Sorry, if that lady was yours. Please have a mercy.”
۞ The apostle cried in fear, at the glare that was sent his way. As the bear beast attempted to flee, an arrow from the man’s mechanical arm pledged itself on the pelt of the monster. Henceforth, preventing the beastial prey from escaping the sights of the vindictive hunter.
۞ “Where was the sorry when you nearly had raped the woman, or when you had devoured other people without any regard? You're only apologizing because you've met your end and trying to find a leeway. Deliver this to the snake bastard down below, tell him that there’s more to come.”
۞ The woman couldn't help, but be in awe at the panorama that is happening in front of her. With a single ‘clang’ from his dragonslayer, the werebear was vertically bisected into two leaving his innards to spill onto the bloodied ground.
۞ She'd never thought a human would maim and torture an inhuman creature in such a way. But she was thankful, otherwise she would prefer not to imagine the different outcome. She shudders, at that thought.
۞ “Hey.. You okay, lady?”
۞ She asked fearfully, whisking away from the strange yet tiny flying creature.
۞ “No need to be afraid, lady. I, Puck, of elfheim wish no harm upon thee. Give me your hands and I'll heal ya!”
۞ His dramatic introduction soothed her anxiety albeit made her chuckle, at least he wasn't like that bizzare creature in the slightest. With that the blue haired elf sprayed his dust into her injuries. Slowly, but surely she felt the pain of her wounds wither away.
۞ However it didn't take much, until she was abruptly being lifted into a bridal position. She tried to struggle, alas the grip constricted more.
۞ “Don’t move. You'll only hurt yourself, little healer.”
۞ Little healer, that title.. Only one person used to call her that in particular and she believed him to be killed in action. Now that she thinks about it, this husky and rough voice sounds familiar to her ears. Turning her head to meet the eyes, or eye seeing the scar on his left eye, her own began welling with tears, as she slowly croaked the words.
۞“Captain..? I thought you've died. I.. searched for you and Casca and Co-”
۞“Shhh. I am not dead.. Now.. I'll protect you, little healer. I promise you.. That I will never leave you alone from now on.”
۞ At this point, Guts is like the second shadow of his darling. Wherever she goes, he trails not far behind her. Or the most likely to happen, is dragging his darling with him.
۞ Escape is basically impossible. If you managed to somehow escape, then it won't take long before he finds you again. Post-Eclipse!Guts is relentless and quite aggressive in his hunts, especially if it concerns you.
۞ Once he finds you, then both your hands and legs will be restrained by iron cuffs to prevent this from happening again. Guts had no issue carrying you all the way long, in spite of your protests and cries. Actually, he prefers it that way. Tucked safely into the warmth of his arms.
۞ “What were you thinking pulling that stupid stunt?! Do you want to fuckin’ die?! I want to protect you, little healer. Can't do that, while you hop around recklessly like that. I am doin’ it for you.”
۞ Most of his punishments tends to be verbal (ex: Scolding, being demeaning), mainly because he doesn't have the heart to hurt his darling physically. His physical punishment are basically restraints at worst.
۞ Post Eclipse! Guts would unintentionally come as manipulative, by guilt stripping his beloved into staying with him and if pushes comes to shove, he might actually break his darling’s ankles (Would most likely happen from repeated escape attempts).
۞ Guts, also, alter between a cold and distant persona and gentle and desperate like his pre-eclipe counterpart just far more frequently and more volatile. All thanks to the influence of the beast of darkness.
۞ Speaking of the beast of darkness, there’s a likelihood of Guts tying his darling’s hands -the same way he did to Casca- to ensure that she doesn't stray afar and that he doesn't hurt her directly. Even if the temptation of the beast, was too much to handle at times.
۞ “Mhm. It's has been too long, hasn't it? Go on feed on her warmth, her supple flesh, watch her tears flow as you take her again and again, and break her legs so she doesn't run. Otherwise, that hawk of the light would take her away like everything else. Devour her whole, so she can be yours for eternity and vengeance can finally be achieved.”
۞ “No.. NO! Go away! I won't let you hurt her..”
۞ “Surrender yourself to... me, and she shall be ours. Ours to devour, ours to love, and ours to keep.”
۞ The demonic wolf whispered honeyed promises into his ears, as images of the woman he loved dearly manifested. She was chained, crying, and bleeding as the beast dragged it's paws against her stomach.
۞ Usually after his encounters with the beast, the black swordsman is always left in a frenzied state and would immediately go check upon his beloved. His paranoia is on high times, as he engulf his darling in a tight embrace. Fearful that if he let her go, that he'd lose her like everything else he had lost.
۞ At moments like these, Guts is mostly vulnerable. So vulnerable, that he might fall for his base instincts and unintentionally harm his darling in the process and ironically make what he fear the most a reality.
۞ “I love you so much, that it scares me. You don't understand. Give me the word, and I'll even make an entire kingdom flow with blood just for you alone. You are mine, as I am yours.”
۞ The black swordsman murmured roughly, as he nibbled her neck drowning in his desire for her love and flesh. His prosthetic hand on his beloved’s waist, with it he gently pressed her closer to his taut muscular chest.
۞ As he continued to lap on her neck, like a starved beast that had been denied food for centuries. Her carnal moans and cries only making him hungrier, as he flipped her on her back and peeled off her clothings. Leaving her naked as the day she was born before his eye to see and consume.
۞ He can barely contain his urge to lay his mark on his darling, but he'll try his best not to force himself on her. Though with the beast of darkness lurking around, that isn't always guaranteed to happen. It's like Russian roulette, you don't know when the bullet will hit or- in this case when the wolf will come to play with it's favorite prey.
۞ Sex is pretty recurring with him. Seeing it ties with his need to satiate both his darling and himself. Plus, it tends to provide him with a closure that he desperately needed with his darling. It even manages to hush the beast of darkness to some degree.
۞ Gut would thrust harshly and desperately into his darling’s cunt, as his lips crashes with hers. His pace is fast, harsh, and feral (in contrast to his pre-eclipse counterpart, where he holds back in fear of hurting his beloved.) like an animal on heat. While his organic hand is groping and kneading one of her breasts eagerly, before pulling from her mouth leaving a string of saliva connecting him with her. His eye was hazy with lust and devotion, as he continue to piston inside her warm core. His rough grunts and sharp groans were apparent with every push and pull he does.
۞ “You don't know what you're doing to me, little healer. You are all I have left now and damned I will be without you. I won't let anyone or anything separates us.”
۞ Seeing how intense and obsessive- to rekindle any form of intimacy that he lacked in his journey of revenge- he is, one round won't be enough to satisfy him. No, he won't stop until both of you are tired. Let me tell ya, Guts has an insane amount of stamina... So be prepared to be carried by guts the next few months, once he is finished with you.
۞ Honestly, I can see him forgetting to pull out of his darling namely because he is drunk with pleasure that his darling provides and he likes to see his seed rolling down his darling’s thighs. It may even prompt him to take her again. ‘Cause he can't get enough of his beloved.
۞ Surprisingly, the aftercare is somewhat sweet with him. He would cover his darling with his rather oversized black cloak and shirt to warm her up, and if that didn't work... Well... he'll personally cuddle her to provide warmth.
۞ If his darling was compliant, then the relationship would be semi-normal with deceptive undertones here and there. (Ex: Anyone that made contact with his darling, would go missing the day after. The burning eyes and suffocating presence that follows you almost everywhere.)
۞ Overall Post Eclipse!Guts (Black Swordsman/Conviction arc especially) is one of the worst ones to get honestly. His previous lucidity is thrown out of the window, replaced with paranoia and fixation at keeping you from harms way and would do anything to keep you safe even at the expense of your happiness. (Far more intense, desperate, and far more violent and willing to engage in it than his pre-eclipe counterpart by a large large margins.)
۞ Reasoning with him won't work, you might ruffle his feathers instead which is not really the best thing to do, unlike his pre-eclipse counterpart. His mind is already past the point of no return and is fueled by burning rage that could only be put out by you alone.
۞ After all, he is scarred both emotionally and mentally after the harrowing events of the eclipse and you're the only thing he has that could possibly remedy his trauma.
۞ So... Be good girl.. and let him embrace and take care of you. For a second, his hatred for the godhands were superseded by his dreams of domestic future with you. A peaceful life, where he and you shan’t suffer. In a way, you were his sword that fought his inner demons and in return he wishes nothing more than to be your shield. Your only protector and provider.
A/n: I hope you like it, I was pretty proud of this one personally. You can clearly see the simp in me for him 🥹. Per usual, please give me your feedbacks if you have any and do not forget to reblog.
