ok but imagine that after an EVENTFUL night w/ their s/o, how would guts or griffith react to waking up and seeing them wearing their shirt?
Soft, ever so frail threads of light to filter through his tent's flap, Guts felt his brow scrunch involuntarily. Quietly cursing at the entire world as his first thought in the morning, your soft moan accompanied by a pressure on the side of his cot brought his eyes to a weary blink.
He could smell the fragrant herbal tea you made for yourself every morning, blurs of colors and shapes becoming sharper with each try, one blink turned to several, and a rough thumb tried to wipe away the sleep.
"Hm." Would be as much as you'd get from him, perhaps accompanied by a soft kiss to your crown if you gave him a couple of minutes, yet he seemed much more content in tangling your legs together, resting a calloused hand by the nape of your neck to push you closer to his chest.
And, maybe call it disappointment, but the fact that he could not feel your bare tits pressed against his, as he had quietly wished for, even in his muddled mind, was enough to cast a questioning glance downwards.
You must've had gotten up while he slumbered away to prepare that bitter brew you so favoured so much, yet Guts did not expect to find you wearing his shirt as an oversized dress of sorts.
The rough fabric barely reached past the little bit of flesh he had ardently kissed last night, yet as he watched your hands sleepily reach out to his chest, he quietly discarded the thought. Even as it sent a pang of desire down his navel, broad arms closed around your ribcage.
How could such a frail thing hold such a heart?
Warmth blossoming past his flesh, a soft kiss was left on your nose.
It always felt so...clean, so crisp, to wake by your side.
Of course, there was not even a flicker of doubt that the first thing he felt as soon as his body regained consciousness, even through the drowsiness of sleep, was an overwhelming love for you. For the warmth of your body, the sound of your breaths, the smell of your scented soap.
For every battle fought, every debate won, every nobleman he swayed, none of the satisfaction they brought after the rush could even hold a candle in comparison to this.
Pressing his cheek against the crown of your head, discreetly relishing in the scent with a soft sniff, a soft peck was placed among your hair as he peered through white lashes.
Flesh against flesh, rosebud lips curled up into a feline smile as he heard you sigh. The soft gurgle of boiling water reached his ears, and as he peered over his shoulder, he was met with a scene unlike the one last night.
Where he expected to find books strewn about, and a toppled chair, one he distinctly remembered knocking after bending you over his desk, Griffith was mildly disillusioned to find everything in its place, neatly arranged as you liked things to be.
His disappointment only became replaced with a tenderness after finding you dressed in his tunic.
White and soft, of long-open sleeves to curl around your skin, your breaths became softer as you began to fall asleep once more, lulled away by the warmth of his body and the cozy blanket thrown over your bodies.
Even in your sleep, he felt his body fill with utter delectation as you smiled.
Ever so innocently. As if you didn't make his flesh burn with just one glance.
As if he wouldn't slit his own throat just to hear your laugh.
Cradling your slumbering body, he pressed your hearts together.
could I get guts, griffith, and casca hcs for them with an autistic reader? stuff they do include avoiding eye contact frequently, SO MUCH info dumping, seeming blunt/rude without meaning to, buffering/standing still for a few minutes sometimes, reliance on rules, pacing/walking aimlessly a lot, mimicking others behaviors to seem ‘normal’, being very sympathetic towards animals/people, no sense of direction, and bringing up the most random things during any situation? also maybe even something about swords being their special interest ɷ◡ɷ berserk is set in European medieval times I think so perhaps they would be considered an oddball or weird.
" 𝔦𝔣 𝔦𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭𝔰 . . . "
contains + featuring ;; — griffith, guts, casca x autistic! gn! reader [ seperate, golden age arc ]
a/n ;; — took me ages to start this since im in a bad authors block atm, sorry. hope the actual headcannons make up for it though.
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i think he'd just sit, very very confused, as you ramble on about different things that caught your eye during the day.
he kind of nods along but he really can't process anything, hes mostly all big muscle man rather than brains but he lets you go on about the ' exact angle he should polish his sword from ' because it seems to make you happy somehow.
" if it helps, you should probably tilt the sword by holding the hilt like this, and then you start polishing from this end to this, but in this direction instead. "
" .. yeah, okay. "
he tries to keep up, he really does, but he just can't.
if you get flustered due to making eye contact, i think he'd feel so much proud about causing that and being the reason.
i also think he'd find it so funny when you outright insult corkus without even knowing you had, he'd probably even mock him about it afterwards.
but if it was towards him he'd just sigh and ruffle your hair.
he'd find it weird if you dose off and just stand in one position in dead silence and stillness right after pacing around, he'd probably try snap you out of it and bring you back to the real world.
although he doesn't even bother asking what it was about because he'd know he wouldn't understand either way.
he'd try and keep you happy as well as he can, but he will beat the ass of anyone that calls you weird. i don't think anyone would really even dare to when they see he has a particular liking for you, but if they did, they'd have dug their own grave.
she'd be happy to listen to whatever you say, she'd just be glad you were able to talk to her so freely about whatevers on your mind.
she'd be so proud about it too, thinking about little things you seem to enjoy or do by habit.
if you ever locked eyes with her just to quickly look away, she wouldn't say anything about it but she'd smile warmly as if to tell you that you could trust her.
she'd always lecture you about not getting lost, she'd be so worried about you not being there and she'd look around for you the entire day.
it gets to the point that she makes you hold her hand so you dont wander off as easily.
athough it was partly so that she'd get to hold your hand, but she left that out.
she'd find it adorable how you seem to be fond of and care for animals. she doesn't get why you like them as much as you do, but she'd much rather you like them than be cruel towards them.
she also listens to your recommendations about using her sword and the types of weapons, as she always aims to become stronger due to her leaving womanhood behind.
she also likes it when you put your hands on hers while she clutches the hilt of her sword so you can try help with how she's holding it.
loves loves loves when you ramble on about your interests.
he properly discusses whatever your talking about with you, he just loves learning more and more about you and memorising every little detail you provide.
he just doesn't get bored talking to you, and its so much more different compared to many others talking to him with jealousy and fake superiority.
lots of the time, he already knows everything about what your conversation topic is, but he still lets you talk to him about it because there's no bigger reward than seeing you all happy and excited.
" hey, griffith? did you know dolphins sleep with one eye open? "
he probably did because he read it somewhere, but he stills smiles and says no as you begin to talk, visibly giddy.
we all know griffith seems to like being in charge and listened to, so he'd be happy with you relying on whatever he tells you to do.
he'd also find your interest in swords really interesting, and it wouldn't hurt to take note of the things you tell him about the different fighting techniques you could use with them either.
he gets to improve his skills and listen to you talk to him, two birds with one stone.