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You're Breathtaking - Casca/Guts

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Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: None, just good ol’ fluff

Summary:

After leaving the Band of the Hawk, Casca and Guts travel around the world together. After several months, they happen to stop at a town where a festival is taking place and they decide to enjoy their evening. It's the small, happy moments that remind Guts how beautiful Casca really is and how grateful he is to have her by his side.

----------- "Do you regret leaving?" he asks, glancing at her beside the fire. The flames flicker, lighting up the area with an orange glow. He can see that her expression is one of longing, and it makes his stomach unsettled for some reason.

A bitter smile graces her features, and she replies, "It's not that I regret it, but I followed him for so long that it feels weird not to." He stirs the fire with a stick in his right hand, nodding solemnly, unsure what words of comfort to offer. Some light pressure is applied to his left arm, and turning his head, he sees Casca leaning against his body. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulls her closer, using his cloak to shield her from the elements. They sit in silence together with only the crackle of the fireplace.

Note:

I am currently posting a few of my old works from Wattpad onto ao3 (and now Tumblr). Keep in mind that most of these are probably a couple of years old. And while they might make me cringe, as old writing tends to do, I don't think I'll ever rewrite any of them due to sheer laziness. I hope you enjoy reading these tho!

Guts and Casca might seem OOC as I haven't quite figured out their personalities yet, i.e., how they talk or respond to situations.

This is a fanfic I wrote for my lovely boyfriend. I love you <3

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"Do you regret leaving?" he asks, glancing at her beside the fire. The flames flicker, lighting up the area with an orange glow. He can see that her expression is one of longing, and it makes his stomach unsettled for some reason.

"It's been snowing a lot lately." He tries to make small talk, to disrupt the stagnant flow of conversation, but his empty words do nothing to lighten the mood. Instead, he decides to remain content with holding her in his arms. She grasps his hand in both of hers, fingers absentmindedly tracing old scars and callouses. "Something on your mind?" he asks, noticing how lost in thought she looks.

Shrugging her shoulders, she slowly shakes her head. "I'm just," she bites her lip, "I'm just thinking about when we left. You may not have looked back, but I couldn't help it." He intertwines his fingers with hers, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. She continues, "I know you had to leave, everyone understood, but I can't help but feel guilty for leaving them too."

"Was it not your desire to follow me?"

"Of course it was—"

He cuts her off by planting a kiss on the side of her temple. "And it was mine as well, so there's no need for you to overthink this." Bringing their hands up to his mouth, he lovingly kisses her knuckles. Much to his surprise, she wiggles her hand out of his grasp.

Holding her hand to her chest, she looks away in embarrassment. "My hands are rough from all the sword fighting. If only I had soft and dainty hands like a normal woman." He shakes his head and holds her hands again. This time he traces the scars on her hands, kissing her calloused fingertips.

"Casca, these hands of yours are something to be proud of. These scars and callouses are proof of your dedication to the sword." He strokes the back of her hand and smiles. "How many times have these hands saved me from death, protected my back when I was vulnerable in battle?" Smirking cheekily, he quips, "Rough as they may be, they were working just fine the other night."

"Guts!" she exclaims loudly, face blushing a deep shade of red. He chuckles and recoils when she smacks his shoulder. "I think I'll go to sleep now," she huffs, briskly walking towards the tent they had set up earlier. As he watches her retreating figure, he tosses another log into the flame, poking again with his stick. "Well?" She pauses in her steps and turns to look at him. "Aren't you coming?"

"Somebody has to keep watch in case something happens."

"We're in the middle of winter. I highly doubt there will be many creatures lurking in the shadows," she teases, turning back towards the tent and disappearing from his sight.

He shakes his head and calls out to her, "My dear Casca, it's not the creatures I fear, but the humans we may encounter." She pokes her head out of the tent and beckons him inside.

"You can protect me just as well inside the tent."

"Casca—"

"It's awfully chilly in here," she interrupts, pretending to shiver to exaggerate the effect. Heaving a sigh, he picks up his sword and kicks some dirt over the fire to snuff it out. With only the moonlight to guide him, he calmly strides over to the tent, lifting one of the flaps to get in. Placing his sword beside the blanket, he lies down next to Casca. She cuddles into his chest and smiles happily, her eyes fluttering shut.

He looks around the tent and comments, "It doesn't feel that cold to me." The tent felt warm enough to not be uncomfortable for sleeping, so he's left confused, leaving it to the assumption that Casca is more susceptible to the cold than he is.

"Oh hush," she shushes him, "you know why I was cold." Eyeing his expression, she lets out a laugh. "You really don't know, do you?"

"You should know by now that I'm not adept at anything but the sword. The nuances of women are often left unnoticed by me."

"It's a wonder how I fell in love with you," she runs a hand through his spiky hair, "especially since you're so dense."

"Was it not for my keen sense of humour and wily charms?" He pulls her closer into his chest, placing a sweet kiss on her forehead. Her nose wrinkles, an amused expression adorning her face.

She tilts her head up, brushing her lips against his. "I think you meant to kiss here," her warm breath tickling his face.

"Indeed, my dear Casca. I see your observational skills are as sharp as ever," he closes the gap slowly, stopping right before their lips make contact. "But I think that's enough excitement for tonight. We'll need a full night's rest if we are to make it to the next town in time." He pulls away, shifting his body into a more comfortable position.

She laughs and chides, "You can be such a tease; it makes me wonder why I never noticed back then." She holds onto Guts's arm and gives a gentle squeeze before smiling sleepily at him. "You're right, though. To reach the next town in time, we'll have to leave at dawn. You did promise to take me to the festival." She yawns, her eyes fluttering shut, and the pair drift off to sleep in the middle of the winter night.

Hours pass, and it grows light outside. The telltale sign of birds chirping reminds them that morning has come. Guts gets up first, adjusting the blankets to make sure Casca remains warm, but she groans at the sudden loss of heat. Slipping out of the tent, he walks the short distance to the fire, clearing the small circle of last night's snowfall. After making sure he has dry kindling, he lights the fire, feeding a few branches to the hungry flames. Using a small kettle, he boils some water to make some tea and a pot of milk to make porridge. Tossing some slices of dried fruit into the milk, he waits for the fruit to rehydrate before adding in the ground grain, stirring until it becomes a thick consistency.

The smell of breakfast beckons Casca outside of their tent, and she appears in her winter clothing. He was never one for fashion, but he would never admit that he spent hours picking out a fur coat for her. The look of surprise and delight on her face was more than enough for his troubles. In the middle of his reminiscing, she squats down in front of him and flicks his forehead.

"You're not usually one to get lost in thought, so what's on your mind?" she asks, peeking into the pot to see what's for breakfast. He wordlessly hands her a bowl of porridge and a steaming mug of tea. "I see that I won't be getting a response from you any time soon." She blows on a spoonful of porridge before eating, clearly appeased by the addition of fruit.

"We leave in 15 minutes," he announces, awkwardly standing up to leave and tend to the horses. His actions leave a smile on her lips, and she only hums in acknowledgement. While the horses are eating, he disassembles the tent and packs everything up into a neat bundle. As he secures the baggage onto the horses, two arms barely manage to engulf his waist.

"Thank you for a delicious breakfast," her voice sending a jolt of excitement to course through his veins. It has only been a few months since they started their relationship, yet the small actions of affection still caught him off guard. He turns around and rests his arms around her waist while she circles her arms around his neck. Bringing his forehead against hers, he attempts to smile cheekily, albeit the effect is lost with his flushed cheeks.

"Surely, my efforts are more deserving of a generous reward."

Her shoulders shake with laughter. She gazes into his eyes while saying, "Since when did your tongue become so skilled."

"Since many nights ago as you can attest to," he replies, trailing his hands down to firmly rest on her bottom.

She pulls him into a kiss before pulling away and swiftly mounting her horse. "We'll never make it to the town at this rate," she teases, kicking her horse into a trot. He shakes his head and grins, mounting his horse and following close behind.

They only ride for a few more hours until they reach their destination. Guts offers to find a stable for their horses, and Casca leaves to find an inn for them to stay at. With the festival taking place, the stables were packed with many horses of travellers and merchants, but thankfully, he finds one with available space. Hearing the chimes of the bell tower, he deduced that it took him far longer than he initially assumed to secure a place for their horses. He rushes to the square where he is meant to meet up with Casca.

Letting out a sigh of relief, he finds her sitting on a bench with a bag of pastries. She waves him over, stuffing herself with another piece of bread. "I was starting to worry when I noticed how long you were taking," she says, offering him some sort of bread filled with jam. The sudden gush of fruit when he takes a bite startles him. She laughs at his reaction and comforts him, "It caught me by surprise when I first tried them too. They're a new creation. I believe they're called oil cakes?" She raises the bag to give him better access when he reaches in to grab another. "Addictive little things, aren't they?" (AN: Did I just bring doughnuts into the world of Berserk? Yes, yes I did)

"I can see how one could find themselves devouring a whole bag," he says, shamelessly reaching for another. However, the remaining pastries are sitting at the bottom. Casca helps by grabbing one for him and bringing it up to his lips.

"Say 'ahhh'," she waves the little cake of deliciousness in front of his mouth. His cheeks grow red, and his lips tremble, but they don't open. "Would it help if I did this?" She boldly places it between her lips, bringing her face near his.

"People are watching," he tries to reason, but her eyes tell him that she doesn't care. Accepting his fate, he bites into the cake, his lips brushing against hers in a brief kiss. He pulls away, his cheeks on fire, and the warmth spreads to the tip of his ears.

She licks her lips with a mischievous grin and comments, "I think that one was sweeter than usual." Noticing his flustered state, she stands up and offers a hand to him. "Come on, let's settle down in our room before exploring the festival. I don't think anything happens until the evening, and it's only starting to get dark."

He glances around and observes that the sky is not nearly dark enough and that stall owners are still setting up for the oncoming festival. Taking her hand, she guides him to a small inn, greeting the innkeeper before walking up the stairs to their room. "Stay here," she commands, leaving him on the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.

"Casca, if you wanted to seduce me, you could have waited until after the fes—" He stops in his tracks when he sees her walk out in a cute winter dress and a matching furlined shawl.

She does a little twirl and asks, "What do you think? I saw it in the window of a store, and I couldn't help myself. I wanted to dress up a little for our date tonight." Her words cause goosebumps to rise on his arm. How is it possible for someone to look so precious?

"You're breathtaking," he answers honestly, "I'm afraid I'll be on the receiving end of many envious glares." She blushes and shyly thanks him, approaching him with a bag. "What's this for?" he asks, peering into its contents.

"I got you a scarf. I know you don't particularly care much about clothes, so I thought something simpler like a scarf that you can use every day would be better." He fingers the woolly fabric and admires its softness. Wrapping it around his neck, he glances at her face and notes the delight lining her features. "Do you like it?"

"It's a very thoughtful gift, thank you, Casca. I love it." He smiles and holds her hands in his, rubbing his thumbs lovingly over them. With a gentle tug, he pulls her into his arms, planting small kisses over her face. She giggles and squirms, trying to hold his face steady so she can kiss him in return.

Breathing shallowly, she looks outside and says, "I think it's time to head out; I can hear that the celebrations are starting."

"The night is young, my dear. We have plenty of time for celebrations." He begins trailing kisses along her neck.

"If we leave now, we might be able to buy another bag of oil cakes," she says in a sing-song voice. A small squeal escapes from her lips when he suddenly stands up, carrying her in his arms.

"Where did you say you bought them?"

She chuckles and points in a general direction out the window.

After buying more oil cakes, they wander the stalls while holding hands. There were various stalls to look at. Some were selling merchandise or food, and others were offering entertainment. As they're walking, he notices how Casca stops and stares at a stall selling hair accessories before turning away as if she never saw them in the first place.

He hands her the bag of oil cakes and tells her, "Go on ahead without me. I need to relieve myself quickly." She looks at him oddly.

"Why didn't you just go at the inn?"

"Because I didn't have to go then, I do now," he insists. (AN: Does anyone else have this conversation a lot?) She nods and continues browsing the stalls ahead. Quickly, he slips in front of the merchant selling hair accessories, and a vibrant red flower catches his eye. It was skillfully crafted, and the petals look nearly realistic. "I'll take this one," he says to the seller, handing the required amount of money. He looks at the accessory and asks, "Do you happen to have some sort of box I can put this in?"

"Certainly, would you like me to wrap it as well?" says the merchant, who was an elderly woman with a kind appearance.

"I would be grateful if you could, thank you." He bows his head in thanks and places the prettily wrapped box into his pocket.

"You were walking with that pretty woman earlier, weren't you?" she asks, to which he nods in affirmation. "She's a lucky girl. I hope the two of you have a happy future together. In fact, I can see that you will soon be pleasantly surprised." She smiles and waves goodbye to him. Her ominous words leave him confused, but since she appears to have no ill will, he brushes it off as the ramblings of an elderly woman. Walking away to look for Casca, he once again finds her on the bench with a bag of oil cakes.

"You must have been desperate if it took you that long to relieve yourself." She quirks a brow, narrowing her eyes at him in suspicion.

He rubs the back of his neck and attempts to brush off her comments, "I must have drunk too much earlier."

"Mhmm. Any longer and I would have eaten everything." She hands him the remaining oil cakes, but he sets them aside and kneels in front of her. Shakily, he brings out the box and gives it to her.

"I noticed you staring at a certain stall and decided to buy you a present." Holding his breath, he watches as she gently pulls on the ribbon and opens the lid. He lets out a sigh of relief when he hears a happy gasp escape from her lips. She brings the box close to her face and admires the gorgeous hair clip, and there are tears of joy gathering at the corner of her eyes.

"I- I don't know what to say." She stares at the flower in wonder, her cheeks flushing to match its hue. He stands up and takes the hair clip out of the box, and tucking some hair behind her ear, he notices how long it has grown over the past few months. No longer a full-time mercenary, she decided to let her hair grow long once more. Staring at the silky dark strands draped over his hand, he brings it up and kisses them gently, smiling when he notices that she's covering her face in embarrassment.

Clipping the flower into her hair, he kisses her forehead and compliments her, "Just as I thought, you look absolutely breathtaking." She smiles cutely at him and turns around to grab a box that she was hiding behind her.

"I also got you something while you were gone." She hands him the box, and he sits down on the bench to open it. Looking inside, he notices mittens that were far too small for his hands.

"My dear Casca, I am thankful for the scarf, but you didn't have to get me some mittens as well. My hands are sturdier than they look, and besides, I don't think I'll be able to fit into this pair." She laughs and shakes her head, taking his hand and placing it over her stomach. He stops, staring silently at his hand on her stomach, then back at the tiny mittens, then back at her stomach. "Are you?"

"I'm pregnant, you thick-headed brute," she exclaims with a hearty laugh.

"You were right," he mumbles to himself, remembering the words of the elderly woman who sold him the hair clip.

"Who was right?" she asks, looking at him with curiosity.

"You were right, I am a thick-headed brute," he attempts to mix some lies with the truth to avoid answering her honestly.

"Yet I still adore you," she sighs, "honestly, I worry for this child of ours."

Knowing that she's only teasing him, he chuckles and wraps his arm around her. "Well, if we practice and make more, I'm sure I'll be able to parent in my sleep." She slaps his shoulder playfully and rises from the bench.

"Let's buy more oil cakes! After all, I am eating for two now," she says, rubbing her stomach. Shaking his head in dismay, he can't help but smile at his lover glowing beautifully in front of him. Intertwining their hands, he allows her to drag him around the festival for the rest of the night, cherishing the memories they're making, content with the new addition to their family.

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End Note:

Hnnng, that ending makes me so happy every time. Casca and Guts deserve the world and I'm happy to write it for them.

I hope you all enjoyed reading this!

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