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goldenlionimagines · 4 years

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"you are my new pillow" with hubie pleassee he deserves some netflix and chill for once in his life

yess, Happy Birthday Hubert! He deserves many snuggles today.

Fluff Prompt: “You are my new pillow.”

Word Count: 2,517

There are moments where you expect to die. You wonder if anyone will care if you do. You realize your life has been meaningless. You never even made it to the Officer’s Academy last year. What a sad and useless existence.

Those are the thoughts Y/N had while sitting in a closet in Eastags Manor. It was currently being stormed by the Imperial Army. Why they would want that land was obvious. They were on the border of the Kingdom and Empire, as well as being a sturdy stone fortress. If not headed by her Father and Brother, it would have actually been easy to defend.

That night, they had been drinking while the Imperial forces used a Thunderstorm as cover to get close. The heavy rain served a purpose in their plan. Y/N was hiding, holding a sword she barely knew how to use.

She heard the door creak open, and then heavy footsteps. Whoever it was must have known this was someone’s room, and for good reason. It was covered in Black Roses Y/N had grown by herself. Why black? Maybe because of the war. Maybe because she liked them.

Whoever it was, they were standing in front of the closet. She was trying not to breathe. Maybe they wouldn’t realize she was there. A lost dream, she realized, as the door ripped open. Shit. Of course, with her luck, this was bound to happen, wasn’t it?“Ah, Hubert Von Vestra. What’s an Imperial General like you doing here? I haven’t even cleaned. Do you want some flowers? Maybe some coffee or tea?” She asked nervously. He sighed, seeing the sword in her hands.

“What is your name?” He asked. “And don’t consider lying. It will get you nowhere.” His voice was pretty intimidating. Yeah, her sword skills were going to get her nowhere with the Imperial General. She placed it on the ground beside her.

“Y/N Eastags. I don’t have a crest, if that’s what you’re going to ask. Are you going to kill me?” She asked. She didn’t know why she was asking, as she didn’t really care.

“Your father told us that none of his children had borne a crest. Not yet. I believe your father is attempting to work something out with the Emperor. Neither of us are really taking him seriously, however. This may be the ending of your life, I’m afraid.” He said. “I’m supposed to escort you to the rest of your family, if you’ll accompany me.”

He held out a hand to her, which she took hesitantly. She had been training that day, and Hubert took note of her dancer attire. She saw him looking. “I was training to be a dancer for the Kingdom. My teacher left about an hour ago.” She stated.

“It suits you.” He said. They were walking down one of the longer hallways, the one which held the shrine for Y/N’s mother. Above it was the Eastags’ Holy Weapon, a sword that her mother had been able to wield.

In the rain that night, Y/N decided that her life wasn’t just going to go out. Maybe it was seeing her mother’s portrait. Maybe it was the sound of her father and brother proposing stupid agreements down the hallway. Whatever it was, she grabbed the sword off the wall.

While she had meant to take on a fighting pose, she didn’t she couldn’t help but look at the weapon in shock as it reacted to her crest. She held it in her hands, a slight smile on her face. Had her father really never had her tested? Or had he just lied to her?

“Emperor Edelgard!” Hubert called down. Y/N had almost forgotten the situation as she heard the Emperor’s name. It was so strange, getting into an attack position with that sword. She had never seen the Emperor before, and the woman just seemed to look right at her.

With this sword, for the first time, she felt seen. She saw her father come up the stairs, ready to apologize for her, but even he seemed impressed for once. “Y/N,” Edelgard began, “How do you feel?”

“Alive.”

A deal was worked out that evening. Y/N even agreed to it. She and the Holy Weapon would travel to Embarr, where she would live and train as a member of the Imperial Army. In the meantime, her family would continue business as usual. They would serve the Empire, while serving as a space to house Cornelia while she prepared to use troops to take the Faerghus throne.

Of course, Y/N was expected to leave as soon as she was ready, and not to pull any stunts. So, Edelgard left her with her most intimidating general. Someone she couldn’t imagine Y/N trying to stop. That being Hubert. They got into a carriage together, she still being in her dancer clothes and him helping her with her bags.

He watched her lay across some of the seats, seeing her smile for the first time as she stared out of a window. The rain was still pouring down. “In all of the daydreams I had about getting away from here, I was never being escorted to Embarr by an Imperial General. Instead, I was a stowaway.”

“You wanted to get out of here?”

“Did half of my dad’s ideas involve my death?” She gave a sad laugh. “He’s been like that since mom died. Not that he ever liked me, but it was better with mom. He insisted I never get tested for a crest, because where my brother failed I shouldn’t succeed. I’m sure he hates me even more now, since he has to work with the Empire.”

“I take it your father doesn’t like the Empire then?” Hubert asked. “My father wasn’t an especially… Happy story either. He was committed to making sure I was a good servant to Lady Edelgard. But, he was also a corrupt Lord.” Hubert explained.

“People like us find each other because of that.” She said. “At least you didn’t spend your life believing you were useless.”

“Without Lady Edelgard, I am useless.” He said.

She sat up. “Are you kidding? You’re, like, the scariest name in the Empire. I heard your name from my father at least as many times as I heard Edelgard’s.” She said. “You’re nowhere near useless.”

She didn’t see it, but he smiled slightly.

Two months. Y/N’s name around the palace had become synonymous with happy. After any battle, or any meeting, she could even Bernadetta smile. Well, she never saw Hubert smile. Edelgard would send her out into battles, and her dancing would help inspire soldiers to keep fighting. She was a dancer almost as good as the students had seen at the Academy.

Hubert knew that a girl already close to the Emperor and so… well… like her, would have many suitors far better than him. So, he would simply stay out of her way, just as he had used to for Edelgard. Better to be simply a helper behind the scenes than centerstage.

Of course, when he heard her dancing tapping against the floor in a usually empty room in the palace, he couldn’t help but peek in and watch. He loved moments like these, where he could watch her dancing by herself. All the practicing she did… it was no wonder she was so good. And her outfit…

“I can see you, you know. I like this room because it has that big mirror on the wall.” She laughed a bit. The laugh enchanted him further. He stepped in, seeing she had stopped and was watching him in the mirror.

“You shouldn’t be in here without permission. You are still only a guest here.” He explained. “Yet, you’ve seem to come to believe you are more than that these past months. You’re lucky Lady Edelgard likes you so much.”“Are you trying to scare me?” She asked. “Because if you actually come here to tell me off, you wouldn’t have been watching me dance for as long as you did. I don’t really take you to be someone who wouldn’t interrupt me if you had something you needed to say.” She crossed her arms as he came up closer behind her. “And you don’t scare me.”

“I am not attempting to scare you, but only trying to remind you that you are a guest here. You do not truly have status in the Empire, other than your new friends here who tend to be in higher standing.” He stated. “And if you aren’t afraid, you should attempt to make eye contact, rather than staring into a mirror.”

She turned around to face him, looking him in the eyes. “The way you speak makes it sound almost like I should join the family of someone higher than myself.” She thought for a moment, before smiling. “Perhaps the Von Vestra family? That name seems to get a lot of attention here.”

Hubert blushed as Y/N laughed a bit. “Apologies, that suggestion was not my intent.”

“I know, I’m just messing with you. Besides, if I did marry someone from the Empire, it would drive my father off the deep end.” She said. “How about we get something to eat? I seem to have lost track of time and missed lunch.” She went over and started grabbing a bag of things she had brought with her.

“I will accompany you for a meal, if that is what you are asking. Just know I cannot prevent any strange looks you might encounter for asking me to do as much.” He said.

“I don’t mind. You’re my friend, not them.” She said happily.

He watched her for a moment, comparing her to the girl he had met not too long ago. Had being in the Empire really made her this happy? If so, was the war they had been fighting at Edelgard’s side worth it? Had it all been worth it… Because he got to meet Y/N and see her smiling?

“Are you happy you’re here?” Hubert asked. She looked at him, her smile not fading away.

“I told you when we met. I always daydreamed about leaving home, and now I’m here. I love getting to be here.” She said. “You all have been so kind to me. If you all are waging war against Fodlan, there’s no place I’d want to be other than fighting at your side.”

On Hubert’s Birthday, he had to admit he felt a little disappointed. He had gifts and hugs and everything like that… Enough bouquets to decorate his room for months. Of course there was only one person he really wanted a bouquet from… and that bouquet had never come.

Or maybe it had. He wouldn’t know. He had apparently been avoiding her all day. She was in none of her usual rooms, not even her own. He hadn’t even seen her at lunch. Why? Had he done something wrong?

He was so tired from the day, he didn’t bother going to dinner. He instead told the Emperor he was going to his room, and of course she said okay to Hubert getting some rest. Dorothea and Ferdinand seemed to giggle as he walked by. Did they know something? It was none of his business.

Why was his room unlocked? He was so particular about locking it. Had he forgotten that morning. Or worse… Was someone in there? He stepped in cautiously, looking around the dark room. He then saw one of his candles light on his desk, so he looked over.

“Sorry, I know you’re tired, but I knew it was your birthday, so I had some things for you.” He saw Y/N, wearing a piece of Dancer’s attire that left… Very little to his imagination. She had a cake next to her, as well as a bouquet made of her own Black Roses. “The cake is flavored after the coffee beans you like so much. Ferdinand helped me get them.”

“And I assume Dorothea helped you with your outfit. Would that be correct?” She nodded as he stepped closer to her. “And here I thought you had been avoiding me. Turns out, this is quite the opposite.” He stated.

“It is.” She smiled. “I chose the outfit since you seem to like the other one so much, do you enjoy this one as well?” She was blushing, obviously not used to wearing such revealing attire.

“Indeed. However, I would like to see you dancing in this attire as well.” He stated, examining the cake a bit. “Did you bake this?”

“I did. It’s what took me all day. Maybe I’ll dance in this some other time, but you should try the cake. I want to know if you like it.” She said. He took a fork from next to the cake, using it to take a bite. “Is it good?”

“It is. Would you like a taste?” He asked, stepping in front of her.

“I would.” She said. She quickly felt his lips on her own, trapped in a passionate kiss with the dark mage. His arms found her back and waist, holding her closely. When they parted, they still stayed close together. “Is your birthday sufficient yet?” She whispered.

“Not quite.” He whispered back.

The next morning, Hubert had the new sensation of Y/N lying on his bare chest. One of her arms was strapped across him, while his found it’s own place softly rubbing her back and side. It was a perfect moment… one he wanted to have over and over again.

“Y/N.” He whispered.

“Yes?” She whispered back. “What do you need?”

“For you to marry me. To become a Von Vestra.” She sad up, and so did he. They looked each other in the eyes, and Y/N didn’t speak. “Have I managed to find you speechless?”

“Yes.” She said. “Mainly because in my head, my immediate answer was yes. I was already to the part where my father rips his hair out.” They both laughed briefly, before kissing softly for a moment. It was such a nice morning. “I have a condition, though. If you want me to marry you, anyway.”

He laid back down, and she resumed her position on his chest. “What is your condition?” He asked, having seen her smile when she had spoken the words, meaning it probably wasn’t anything too ridiculous.

“You are my new pillow.” She said, attempting to place a serious tone in her voice.

“You sell yourself short. You had enough of my attention to ask for anything.” He said. “But I’ll consider it.”

“Consider it?”

“I don’t know if the Emperor would be permissible to the idea of me sleeping in with you every morning.” He teased her.

“I do not sleep in every morning!” She complained. “Only most of the time. Oh, and that reminds me, I reserve the right to call you Hubie whenever I need.”

“... I may need to reconsider my proposal.”

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huberts-private-counsel-archive · 4 years

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If you could, please do “it’s not the typical Valentine’s Day present” prompt for Hubert/Ferdinand please? ❤️

I am s o frickin sorry about how long this took hHhhHH, but I’m gonna try and push through a few inbox things considering today is Hubie’s birthday!!

Vague references to post-timeskip, but honestly, it doesn’t really matter :v

also accidental angst? in my fluff? its more likely than you think

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Hubert stared. And stared. Maybe stared a bit more.

“Ferdinand,” he began, slowly, “what are you doing?”

Ferdinand, who was very badly hiding riding gear behind his back. Normally Hubert would not have batted an eye - Ferdinand did often enjoy going on horseback rides, so it wouldn’t have been too out of the ordinary for him to be carrying such equipment, but there were several things wrong with this picture.

First of all, Hubert knew that Ferdinand’s horse (”Her name is Andromeda, Hubert! Not horse!” Ferdinand had declared when Hubert had first referred to the horse as such) wasn’t ready to be ridden. She was being checked over by Marianne after the recent battle, and Ferdinand never went on horseback rides on the days that Andromeda got checked over. Second of all, Ferdinand never tried to hide the fact that he’d be going on a horseback ride whenever he did - in fact, he oftentimes tried to get Hubert to go with him.

Third of all, that wasn’t Ferdinand’s riding gear.

“N-Nothing you need to be concerned with!” Ferdinand said, very clearly lying. If it were any other time, Hubert would find it charming that Ferdinand had never truly learned how to sincerely lie, and maybe wish that he’d never have to learn. Now though, he just wanted to know what Ferdinand was trying to hide.

“Ferdinand, you and I both know that you are horrible at lying. What’s going on?” Hubert kept his voice firm - he had learned, over time, he often softened his voice around Ferdinand without meaning to, as if speaking too loudly or harshly would chase away the sunshine that was Ferdinand.

Not that his previously harsh words had deterred Ferdinand at all in wishing to court him, but that wasn’t the point here.

“Honestly, you do not need to worry!” Ferdinand laughed nervously and looked away, refusing to look Hubert in the eye.

That, of all things, struck something unpleasant in Hubert.

He was not blind to his own reputation of being someone intimidating. In fact, he often took advantage of it - whether it was gathering information, subduing unruly underlings, or simply facing an enemy in battle, he used his reputation as a means to an end. So it wasn’t uncommon to hear gossip about him, or see people turn the other way whenever he walked by. It wasn’t uncommon to see people nervous at just the sight of him.

And yet, something about seeing Ferdinand of all people nervous around him, it made something bitter and unpleasant curl around his throat. He found himself staring at the ground, suddenly unable to look at Ferdinand in the face.

Ferdinand, of course, noticed. “Hubert..?”

Hubert almost didn’t respond. Almost couldn’t respond. The sudden curl of emotions wrapping around his throat nearly choked him. It was ridiculous, certainly, but he didn’t know how to stop it. Suddenly there was a hand on the side of his face, gently guiding his head to look Ferdinand in the eye. The concern that was suddenly so clear in Ferdinand’s eyes almost made Hubert was to look away again.

“Hubert...” Ferdinand paused, as though trying to think of what to say, before continuing. “My apologies, I did not mean to make you upset.”

“You have no need to apologize,” Hubert muttered, cursing the heavy weight in his throat. Curse his mind for continuing to present thought after thought of what he had done to make Ferdinand feel nervous around him. “I know that was not your intention.”

“And yet it happened all the same...” Ferdinand paused again. “I suppose it does not really matter now...follow me. I have something to show you.”

Ferdinand then took Hubert’s hand in his - Hubert idly wished his hands weren’t stained, so he could hold Ferdinand’s hand without fear of tainting his light - and began to lead him in a familiar direction. Towards the stables.

Upon arriving, Hubert noticed several things at once. The first was that most of the horses and pegasi were nowhere to be seen, save for one. The second was that the one pegasus that did remain was quite beautiful, its coat a light shade of brown and its mane a much darker shade. The third was that Ferdinand had guided him directly to this pegasus, letting go of his hand to run a hand through its mane.

“I am well aware that this is not the typical present you gift your beloved, however...” Ferdinand paused to look at Hubert, a bright smile on his face. “I have seen how you looked at the pegasi, so I consulted with Edelgard as to how to get one that would be alright with letting a man ride her - and we were very lucky to come across this one. So now she is yours!”

Hubert stared. And stared. He didn’t know what to say. On one hand, he was absolutely overjoyed, not that he’d properly voice it if asked. He had always longed for a pegasus of his own, and to suddenly have one left him feeling a warm sense of happiness that he wouldn’t be able to voice aloud. On the other...

“...Ferdinand, I...I am happy, truly, but...” Hubert didn’t even have to finish his sentence.

“You are afraid of heights...Edelgard had told me so when I initially suggested finding a pegasus of your own. But do not fret! I, Ferdinand von Aegir, shall assist you in combatting this fear!” Ferdinand punctuated that statement with a proud tone, an equally proud grin on his face.

Hubert really did love this man. More than he could ever hope to voice.

(As Ferdinand watched Hubert carefully walk up to the pegasus, actually lighting up - Hubert! Lighting up! - when the pegasus nudged against his hand so that he’d pet her, he simply smiled to himself. He truly did love Hubert, so much so that he could feel his heart overflowing with it at times.

And he would cherish this moment for the rest of his life, as he would with any others that came in their wake.)

#god i havent written something for this blog in so long and it shows ive completely forgotten how to tag im so sorry yall #fe3h #fe16 #hubert von vestra #ferdinand von aegir #ferdibert #aegestra #coffeeleaves #fic #askbox prompt #valentines event #sweats tagging that even though it is april #dashinglyawkward #ONCE AGAIN I AM SO SORRY YALL DESERVE BETTER

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