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Hiii~ could you please dedicate this one to @stag-of-adrestia? Let's have Value Me with darkshout, just for old times sake ;)

Well, you heard the anon! To @stag-of-adrestia this drabble goes!

.....you can. carbon date how old this is by the url im so sorry about this im so very sorry

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character telling another how they feel about them.

#fe3h #fe16 #hubert von vestra #fe hubert #caspar von bergliez #fe caspsar #caspbert #huspar #darkshout #anniversary event #fic #i am. so fucking sorry about how long this took this is an embarrassment #anyway dont mind me just shoving in ''caspar knowing all of hubert's little differences in his expressions and what they really mean''#and running away byeeeee #im so fucking sorry again #about how long this took

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I WHOLEHEARTEDLY BLAME THIS ON @stag-of-almyra WHO BROKE MY HEART BY SHOVING A FIC BASED ON WHAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A THROWAWAY ANGST IDEA INTO MY FACE

tw: character death (mentioned), breakdowns, lemme know if I missed something :v

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Caspar never hated being ignored as much as he did now. Sure, he was used to it - Lin often tuned him out when he was trying to nap. But this was completely different. Here, Hubert was completely ignoring him, still sitting at his desk writing yet another letter despite Caspar yelling at him to get up and actually take a break.

To be fair though, it's not like Hubert was ignoring him on purpose. Hubert couldn't hear him at all, no matter how loud Caspar yelled.

Because Caspar was dead. Dead because he took an axe to the chest for Hubert and didn't think about it until it was too late and he was on the ground bleeding out.

(He remembered Hubert's eyes wide and panicked. His vision was getting a bit blurry by then though, and he wasn't sure if Hubert's eyes were watery or if he was just imagining it. That's fine. He wouldn't want to see Hubert cry anyway. Hubert never cried. He remembered apologizing, one last "I'm sorry for being an idiot", one last "I love you" leaving his lips before closing his eyes.

Then opening them again to realize he was now a ghost.)

Being dead wasn't really what Caspar expected. Then again, he wasn't really sure what he expected to begin with. He definitely didn't expect to be forced to follow Hubert around for some unknown reason.

He also didn't expect to see just....how badly Hubert dealt with his death.

Caspar clenched his fists at his sides, glaring down at his now transparent feet. He was completely helpless, and he hated it. Hated it more than the fact no one could even hear him. Hated it because it meant he couldn't do anything but watch as Hubert basically worked himself into the ground.

(The rare, rare times Hubert allowed himself to sleep in the month since Caspar had died, Caspar would find himself watching. Carefully watching the rise and fall of his chest; even if he missed Hubert, he did not want to see Hubert die anytime soon. Especially...especially if it was because of this.)

"C'mon Hubert, ain't this enough? You've been working for hours now..." Caspar found himself saying, despite knowing perfectly well that Hubert couldn't hear him. "I think you should take a break, y'know?"

Then Hubert paused. Caspar couldn't stop his jaw from dropping in surprise. Had Hubert heard him?

Apparently not, because all of a sudden Hubert began ripping apart the letter he had been writing, a strange expression on his face.

"What the - Hubert, what are you doing?! I said take a break, not destroy your work?!" Caspar couldn't help but say, definitely surprised...but also worried.

Why would Hubert rip up his work so furiously? In all the time Caspar had known him, Hubert never treated his work like this, even if he was irritated. At most, he'd crumple it up and burn it, but never actually rip it to shreds!

Apparently that wasn't the end of it, because suddenly Hubert slammed his head into the desk.

"HUBERT, NO!!" Caspar screamed out, horror flooding his body as Hubert simply sat there a moment before doing it again. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP!!"

He reached for Hubert, seeing the magic crackling at Hubert's fingertips, wanting to shake him out of whatever stupid idea had grabbed ahold of Hubert-

-only for his hands, as well as the rest of him, to pass uselessly through him.

Caspar could only stand there as Hubert let his magic flare out - his eyes horribly empty, far emptier than Caspar would've ever wanted to see - watching as his magic completely destroyed his office before the rebound finally hit him and he crumpled to the ground.

Caspar fell to his knees next to Hubert, eyes desperately keeping track of his breathing. He barely felt the tears escaping his eyes before he started sobbing.

Goddess damn it, he felt so useless - he went and got himself killed, and now he can't even stop Hubert from working himself to - to this state! He....

...he really couldn't do anything, could he?

"D-Dammit Hubert, I-I'm supposed t-to be the stupid one here-!" Caspar forced out through his tears, his voice cracking as he spoke. "S-So don't-don't do shit like that! P-please..."

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When Hubert opened his eyes, he almost forgot. The deafening silence wasn't there for the few blissful moments he forgot. Forgot that Caspar was dead. He could've sworn that he heard Caspar's voice, yelling at him for being so stupid...

...then he remembered that couldn't possibly be, and the silence returned.

#fe3h #fe16 #fe hubert #fe caspar #huspar #darkshout #tw character death #tw breakdown #I ALREADY SCREAMED A LOT OF ANGST IDEAS AT STAG BE GLAD YALL AINT GETTING THE FULL THING #fic #LOOK #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A LOVE AND SUPPORT BLOG #WHAT H A P P E N E D #also i wrote this to a bunch of different songs #one of which was named 'poltergeist' *gets booed offstage*#this was also written in the breaks i took when my hand started spazzing out from making paper stars can yall tell #i screeeched this out in like 3 hours...it is currently 3:25 am....CLEARLY I HAVE MY PRIORITIES #hubert von vestra #caspar von bergliez

So....we saw Hubert's reaction to Caspar's death. How about Caspar's reaction to Hubert's death? :3c (Bonus points if Hubert died protecting him)

FIRST OF ALL HOW DARE YOU, SECOND OF ALL HOW D A R E Y O U

I had to scream for like a minute just to get all my feelings out but HMMMM

Caspar just feels n u m b for a good while after, a complete husk of his former self. He barely eats, barely sleeps, barely does anything. He's stuck agonizing over what he could've done, how he wasn't fast enough, wasn't strong enough, how his failure led to Hubert's death-

After the initial numbess, he ends up throwing himself into training. But no longer does he excitedly shout when he wins a sparring match, or laugh and ask for a rematchv when he loses. He rarely speaks at all, actually. His voice constantly seems to be stuck in his throat whenever he even tries. He doesn't even yell out during battle anymore.

(Sometimes, sometimes he'll forget. Sometimes there will be a faint scent of coffee in the air, or he'll see a flash of black out of the corner of his eye. Without fail, he'll run after it, words of apology on the tip of his tongue-

Then he'll remember, and he'll freeze in his tracks, his throat clogging up again.)