#huspar

(I certainly HOPE it’s not a typo bc YES GOOD. happy early Valentine’s Day here’s two idiots.)

4. Awkward kiss  28. First kiss 50. In Secret kiss

Hubert’s patience was wearing thin. 

Granted whenever Caspar was involved his patience ran out faster than with most. And currently Caspar was pacing before Hubert with an uncharacteristically troubled expression. 

It was baffling that Caspar had even found a private corner to drag Hubert to in the middle of the provisional camp the Black Eagle Strike Force had taken refuge in. With the attack on Garreg Mach approaching, the dilapidated building was a hive of activity. 

And now here Hubert stood, arms crossed, watching Caspar wring his hands and occasionally glace at Hubert nervously. Hubert was beginning to wonder if Caspar was about to ask to leave the army. Of all the Eagles, he expected this of Caspar the least. His father was on their side-- not to mention his half aunt and uncle. Hubert suspected this of Ferdinand or Dorothea, but never Caspar. 

“Unless you have something you’re actually ready to say,” Hubert prompted  when Caspar’s behavior did not change, “there are other matters that require my attention.”

“Wait!” Caspar stopped and thrust his fingers into his hair. “Just-- give me a second!”

“I have given you many. To the point, please.”

Caspar whined and resumed his pacing. Normally Hubert found Caspar’s energy to be almost endearing. But right now, as Hubert was the sole recipient of said energy, it was just plain irritating.

“Okay, I’m going to do it,” Caspar muttered to himself. “I can. I’m gonna. This is me doing it. Here I go! I’m doing the thing!”

Hubert sighed as Caspar’s pacing changed direction abruptly and he headed for a few boxes in the corner. “Must I be here for this?” Hubert asked as Caspar pulled one box over. 

“Yes,” Caspar practically shouted. Hubert winced, not sure if he should hope the shout drew attention or not. An interruption might stop this madness. 

The box was dragged before Hubert. With a shaky grin that betrayed his nerves, Caspar climbed on top and stood. Hubert craned his neck slightly to meet his eye-- the box put Caspar only a few inches above Hubert.

“And what does this accomplish?” Hubert asked blandly. 

Caspar held him by the face with both hands, causing Hubert to tense. “Don’t kill me, okay?”

And then Caspar was kissing him.

Hubert felt his eyes grow wide. He half expected instinct to take over-- to shove Caspar away and possibly off the box entirely; or to pull his hands off and glare him into submission. But none of that happened. Hubert simply let himself be kissed, feeling ever so slightly silly for mistaking these sort of nerves for defection. 

When Caspar at last pulled away, he stared at Hubert for a few heartbeats, eyes slightly unfocused as if in a dream. Then his mouth stretched into a grin. “I did it,” he breathed. “I did it!” He jumped off the box and let out a relieved groan. “Wow, I feel so much better.”

“I-- Wait a moment!” Hubert had to grab Caspar by the wrist to stop him wandering off. “What was that?!”

“A kiss, duh.”

“I know that, but--”

“I’ve never seen your face this red before! Are you alright?”

Hubert put a hand to his mouth as if that would suppress the blush. “Why did you kiss me?” He ground out through his fingers. 

It didn’t help anything when Caspar’s cheeks turned pink too. “I figured, you know, I mean-- Not to say we don’t have a chance but we’re gonna attack the Church of Serios in a few days. I wanted to... fight without regrets?” He shrugged. “Figured you wouldn’t want me to do that in front of everyone.”

Hubert’s grip slackened. Caspar pulled his arm away but otherwise didn’t move. “You would regret if we died out there and you hadn’t kissed me.”

“Basically.”

“And the box was because?”

“You’re tall. You’re too tall, really. It’s unfair.”

“I see.” Hubert cleared his throat. “Is that all?”

“Um, I guess? I didn’t plan this far.” Caspar gave a nervous laugh. “Sorry. I’m kinda messing this up, huh?”

Hubert snorted. “Perhaps not as much as you might think.” Without giving Caspar time to respond, Hubert bent to kiss him. His was not as clumsy as Caspar’s kiss had been nor was Caspar as surprised as Hubert had been-- Caspar responded to the kiss almost instantly, even rising slightly on his toes to keep the contact.

Only the fact that they had already been gone a good while made Hubert step away. “Let us discuss this another time,” Hubert said, unable to hold back a smile when Caspar grinned up at him. “Tonight?”

“Yeah!” Caspar’s grin became impossibly brighter. “Sounds good! I’ll see you tonight!” With a quick kiss to Hubert’s cheek, he sped off, no doubt to report to Linhardt or someone similar. 

Well. Another thing for Hubert to add to his ever growing list of things to keep track of. As he turned to head back to Lady Edelgard, he spotted the box Caspar had stood on mere minutes ago. The blush returned to his face. 

Perhaps a few moments to himself were in order before he sought out anyone. 

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.

HUBERT/CASPAR NEW SHIP HELLO

Hmmmmmmmmst-

I like to think that, after a while, Hubert finds Caspar's constant yelling endearing (hence why he tells Caspar in their later supports that his shouting is "good for morale" - he ain't gonna admit that he actually likes hearing Caspar's voice constantly, and constantly being greeted with silence when usually he'd hear Caspar yelling was...unnerving, to say the least). I also like to think Hubert attempts to teach Caspar magic. Yknow, just in case his weapon breaks or something. Not because seeing Caspar nearly downed in battle just because he'd charged ahead and broke his weapon gave Hubert a much bigger fright than he'd ever admit.

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...

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-