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86: “I should never have trusted you.”

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It had been hours since his scouts had delivered the report, but their final words still ran through Hubert’s head in an incessant loop.

“It could be no one else, sir. I’m sorry but the woman we saw was Ingrid Galatea.”

Hubert sat in what had once been his dorm room. Now it belonged to both himself and Ingrid, a mix of their own possessions as well as items they considered theirs. All of it made Hubert seethe now. He had allowed this to happen. Had allowed Ingrid to sleep beside him, had allowed her into his heart-- only for this to occur. The one thing he hadn’t let his paranoia convince him could happen.

The lock turned. Hubert steeled himself and stood from the desk, schooling his features into a stoic expression that did not allow his inner turmoil to show through.

Hubert swatted aside her pathetic Mire spell with ease-- and Ingrid expected him to bark at her to try harder, or sneer at her lack of magical talent, or even say that teaching her was a waste of his time.

Instead, Hubert crossed the arena and gently took her by the wrists, saying, “Try not to shove your arms out so harshly-- dark magic is not about physical force.”

Hubert Rarepair Week Day 4: Dark Magic/Travel

NOT DONE WITH THIS WEEK YET! Had to make a day for Ingrid/Hubert-- and finally got to add a side of Annette & Hubert Magic Bros. Only one more day to go after this!

Summary:

[Ingrid stopped at her bedroom door. She knew there was a mess waiting inside. Every time she felt the urge to jump on her pegasus and take off for Enbarr early, she would scratch the itch by packing for the trip. Her closet and drawers were in complete disarray, her bags open and spilled supplies across the floor, and whetstones and small piles of rations dotted her bed. None of which Ingrid felt like cleaning up just now.

Nevertheless, Ingrid pushed the door open.

(got a good match right here for yah, babe ;3) 

((blood mention warning for the below text))

34. Returned from the dead kiss  

He’s not breathing he’s not breathing he’s not– 

The words rang through Ingrid’s head like a demonic mantra as she spurred her pegasus into a straight dive towards a dark figure on the battlefield. It had taken too long to find him after the battle. There was no way Hubert was still alive. 

Ingrid grew more sure of this the closer she got to the ground. Hubert’s black clothes saved him from looking like a gory mess but he was still encircled by blood, scorch marks, and arrows. 

Feet from the ground Ingrid dismounted and ran to him. “Mercedes!” She cried, even thought she was sure he couldn’t be alive. Almost sure. A grim spark of hope was forming now that Ingrid could see for herself. 

Hubert looked impossibly worse up close. His face was pale, slack, blood slicking his hair to his forehead like sweat. Ingrid came to a halt and knelt at his side, heedless of the blood and mud staining her knees. 

With shaking hands, she pressed two fingers to his neck, closing her eyes and trying to concentrate. It still took her a moment to register what she was feeling. A weak but determined beat. A pulse. Life. 

“Mercedes!” 

“I’m here!” Mercedes, her pale dress somehow untouched by the battle, was running up the rise towards them. Her gaze landed on Hubert and she gasped. “Ingrid, is he–” “

“Yes, barely. Please, Mercedes-” 

Before Ingrid could finish, Mercedes was on the other side of Hubert, bright magic dancing around her fingers and mouth in a firm line. 

Ingrid kept her eyes on Hubert’s face. How dare he do this. How dare he even think about dying when he was the reason she had joined the Black Eagle class all those years ago. If it weren’t for their constant bickering becoming more of a fun pass time than an annoyance, if he hadn’t challenged her at every turn to improve herself as a knight… 

If he hadn’t looked so cute shying away from her pegasus, if she hadn’t flown right to him when she decided to leave her family for Edelgard’s cause, if she hadn’t offered to give him tips for fighting with a lance ‘just in case’– 

If it weren’t for so many things, Ingrid wouldn’t be feeling this pain right now. It wouldn’t feel like losing Glenn all over again. Except it was somehow worse, seeing the gore surrounding Hubert instead of having to imagine what Glenn’s last few moments had been like. 

The glow of Mercedes’ magic faded. There was a pause where Ingrid saw Mercedes’ shoulders slump. And then Hubert’s chest moved and his eyes opened a sliver. 

Later, Ingrid would realize kissing him in that moment was a completely stupid idea. The whole point was getting him to breathe again. He was likely so dazed that nothing registered to him so it could be considered taking advantage to take a kiss.

But that wouldn’t occur to Ingrid for hours. As soon as Hubert drew in a shaky breath, Ingrid pressed her lips to his. It wasn’t sweet or shy or anything like a first kiss between two people should be. It was the kiss equivalent of a slap in the face.

“You’re not getting out of your war that easily,” she stated quietly, smoothing back his bangs. Mercedes was already calling for more hands to help bring Hubert to the healer’s tent. Ingrid kissed his forehead, tasting copper, and promised to meet him there as he was taken away. 

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