Marianne X Claude in wich she's injured after taking an attack meant to him, please ?
Of course!!! This is actually one of my favorite ships!!! This is my first time writing for Marianne and my third time writing for Claude, but hopefully you like it!!! 💙💛
"Marianne!" Claude called, sending an arrow into the closest enemy before dropping to Marianne's side. "Marianne..." He softly spoke, voice wavering. He was starting to panic, as he gently pulled her into his lap.
"C-Claude...? Are you alright...? You're not... Hurt... Are you...?" Marianne weakly asked, looking the man in the eyes. She had just taken a pretty massive blow. A blow that had been meant for Claude.
"I'm fine, Marianne... But why...? Why did you do that...?" He questioned, picking her up bridal style and beginning to hurry away from the battle that was still going on. Marianne weakly wrapped her arms around him in an attempt to not fall, though Claude had no intentions of dropping the woman.
"I couldn't let them... Hurt you..." Marianne whispered. Claude sat her down as soon as he thought them safe. He bit his lip, placing his hand gently over the wound in her side. The woman flinched, causing him to quickly move his hand.
"I'm sorry..." He mumbled, glancing back at where everyone else had still been fighting. It had been starting to die down a bit, and they were winning, but Claude still felt a bit guilty for leaving everyone. However, Marianne was currently his top priority. Thinking for a moment, he eventually made up his mind. He let out a whistle, his wyvern soon arriving beside them.
"C-Claude, what are...?" Marianne whispered, as she was soon lifted back up and helped onto the back of the wyvern.
"You took a nasty blow, and unfortunately, I didn't come as prepared as I normally do," Claude replied, getting on the wyvern behind her and holding her close, as the wyvern spread it's wings. It wasn't long before they were in the air, on their way back to Garreg Mach.
"Claude, everyone else... They..."
"They'll be fine, Marianne... It's just a few thieves. They can handle themselves," The Golden Deer leader stated, attempting to calm his friend. His friend... He almost sighed at the thought. He was so worried about Marianne, and while he still worried about his other friends, Marianne was different. Claude couldn't lie to himself. He had had feelings for her since before the war had started.
The rest of the trip back was fairly silent, Marianne leaning, red-faced, against Claude, as the two soon arrived at their destination. Claude helped Marianne down, carrying her quickly to the infirmary, where he sat her down on one of the beds. Manuela was nowhere to be found, but Claude quickly took things into his own hands.
The side of Marianne's outfit had been torn from what had happened, and Claude quickly and carefully pulled the fabric apart enough for him to begin cleaning the wound. The wound that should've been his... He bit his lip, anger building up in him. Why had he let her take the blow!? Why couldn't he have stopped her!? Marianne didn't deserve this! She-
"Claude...?" The blue-haired woman's voice broke the silence, earning the archer's attention. "Don't blame yourself... This... This isn't your fault... And besides... For once, I was able to help instead of bring you misfortune..."
Claude looked down, before shifting his gaze back to Marianne's wound. He had no idea shat to say, as he continued to clean it, gently, before beginning to treat it. Once finished, he bandaged it up, a bit.
"It's not perfect, and I would recommend having Professor Manuela help you more, later, but it should be alright for now," Claude spoke, his voice quiet. "I'm so sorry, Marianne... I should've protected you..."
"Claude, stop... Please..." Surprising both herself and Claude, Marianne shakily lifted a hand to press it against Claude's cheek. "You said yourself that it'll be alright... And I..." She cut off, heat rising to her cheeks, as she looked away. "It would have been much more painful for me if you had been the one injured..."
Claude's eyes widened a bit at Marianne's words, hope starting to make its way into his heart, despite his attempts to push it out. Of course she would say that. It was Marianne. She wouldn't want to see anyone hurt. Slowly, Claude placed his hand on Marianne's, holding hers in place against his cheek, as he let out a sigh.
"But seeing you hurt... Especially from an attack that was aimed at me... That's a far worse pain than any weapon could bring me..." He replied, his own cheeks warming up slightly. "I appreciate what you did, but... Please, promise me you won't do something like this, again..."
Marianne's already-present frown fell even more, as she quietly pulled her hand away from Claude's.
"I'm sorry... I-I can't promise that... I..." She mumbled, whispering something that Claude couldn't quite make out. The archer raised a brow.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you," He said, causing an even darker blush to form on Marianne's cheeks. She looked down, letting out a sigh.
"I said... I said I... Umm... I care about you... A lot..." Marianne answered, tears threatening to spill down her red face, as Claude's eyes widened.
"Marianne..." He reached a hand out, brushing her hair out of her face, before giving her a small smile. "That makes me happy to hear..." Without another word, Claude gently placed a soft kiss on the woman's forehead.
It was Marianne's turn for her eyes to widen, as she stared up at Claude, unable to get herself to speak. The man let out a light chuckle.
"Why don't you get some rest, Marianne? I'll stay here with you, if you want me to," He offered, receiving a nod from the blue-haired woman in response. Claude's smile grew a bit, as he moved to sit down on one of the other infirmary beds. "Alright. Then goodnight, Marianne."
When the time is right... I'll tell you those three words...
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