If I may could I request Felix/ Sylvain and Caspar reacting to a injured Y/N ( fem )and then becoming protective of her? xx
I’m 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 everything— 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 should’ve been him taking such a blow.
Your wounds weren’t lethal, but they were visible, bloody. They’d heal with time in the infirmary, there are plenty of healers in Garreg Mach. It wasn’t 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 wouldn’t tell a soul.
Of course he’d always been sharp-tongued. Snappy, got his way around obstacles by cutting through them without remorse. He couldn’t 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 wouldn’t say it, but he feared for your life when he wasn’t 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, “It’s okay, it’s okay.” You’d 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 you’d be fine, you had to be. Manuela and Linhardt were seasoned healers. You were recovering quickly. You weren’t even in pain anymore- but he ached. He couldn’t put words to the feeling, as if he’d failed you, he’d done something wrong.
Every time you’re 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t matter when he saw you hit the ground. It pulled him from the high of the battlefield down to reality in an instant.
You’d think, with his constant need to come out on top, he’d have stayed and struck down your attacker relentlessly. He didn’t. 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 you’d be safe.
Caspar was upset for infinite reasons. That he didn’t get to you before the assailant did, that they were still out there, that he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of cracking the skull of they who laid harm to you— But you were safe at his side for now, and he planned to keep it that way.
