If I may could I request Felix/ Sylvain and Caspar reacting to a injured Y/N ( fem )and then becoming protective of her? xx
Iām gonna be real. I REALLY popped off writing Caspar here LMAOO
Felix was livid when he saw what happened to you. Someone had dared lay waste to his everythingā It was a personal offense to him, really. He would much rather die in combat than allow harm to befall you. A silent curse under his breath, that shouldāve been him taking such a blow.
Your wounds werenāt lethal, but they were visible, bloody. Theyād heal with time in the infirmary, there are plenty of healers in Garreg Mach. It wasnāt good enough for him. He struggled to wait. Sitting by your side, hand clutching yours as you recovered, you could feel him tremble under your weakened touch. Felix was afraid, but he wouldnāt tell a soul.
Of course heād always been sharp-tongued. Snappy, got his way around obstacles by cutting through them without remorse. He couldnāt do this with an issue like injury. Silence befell him when you were suffering, reverent as you realigned yourself, but his biting demeanor came back when you could stand by his side once more.
Opening up to let you leave the monastery anymore was... difficult. Felix worried. He wouldnāt say it, but he feared for your life when he wasnāt there. Before, he was never the type of lover to be close at all times, but now? Hand on the hilt of his sword, shoulder against yours, he refuses to allow harm to befall you again.
He truly had dedicated himself to you. No more messing around with other girls, it seemed the two of you were joined at the hip. Arm slung around your shoulder, casual kisses, his fingers intertwined like lace, fitting so perfectly with yours... A damn shame the moment he stepped away to ward off his own foe you were most vulnerable to enemy attack.
That was the toughest moment of his life at Garreg Mach that he can recall. Clutching you in his arms as he rushed back to the infirmary. Choked back sobs and wobbling voice, āItās okay, itās okay.ā Youād never seen Sylvain truly cry over anything, yet here he sat hunched over your spot on the infirmary bed, bawling his eyes out.
Sylvain knew deep down that youād be fine, you had to be. Manuela and Linhardt were seasoned healers. You were recovering quickly. You werenāt even in pain anymore- but he ached. He couldnāt put words to the feeling, as if heād failed you, heād done something wrong.
Every time youāre with him now, he makes to savor every moment, to make it last as long as possible. Hands seem to clutch hands for longer. Eyes always on you, even from across the room. It wasnāt an option to leave you open to harm. It never was.
Caspar was with you when it happened, he always fought by your side. Maybe he was looking for a battle to kill time, maybe he just wanted an excuse to be with you, but his reasoning didnāt matter when he saw you hit the ground. It pulled him from the high of the battlefield down to reality in an instant.
Youād think, with his constant need to come out on top, heād have stayed and struck down your attacker relentlessly. He didnāt. There was a moment of shock, a scream, steel boots hitting earth and the sound of armor being shed so he could just get to you, he had to be fast. Feelings of frantic hands doffing gauntlets to grip sides slick with crimson.
That was all you remember from the battlefield, at least. The way he held you to his chest, heartbeat pounding as he scrambled out of enemy territory, somewhere safe, somewhere youād be safe.
Caspar was upset for infinite reasons. That he didnāt get to you before the assailant did, that they were still out there, that he wouldnāt get the satisfaction of cracking the skull of they who laid harm to youā But you were safe at his side for now, and he planned to keep it that way.
