#ferdiebert

[cbts004]

part 2 of the hubert lyric comic i made in feb 2020

part 1

[anophiles]

lift your husband!!

[nairanorica]

So a while ago I stumbled upon this FE3H Ferdibert animatic to a cover of "For Good" from Wicked (and you should totally go watch it btw, it's so cute!):

And when I read the description to find the original, the names seemed kinda familiar... so I googled them and yup - those are Ferdie's and Hubert's VAs alright. So then I klicked on the original video and -

... it is *NOT* in character from any specific IP, are you really sure about that?

[coolotplblogloadng]

Top 5 Fanfic of the Week - Multi-Fandom

No Particular Order

You build your tower (but call me home) by parchmints

klance (m/m) - Voltron Legendary Defender - 63,041 words - Rated T

In the land of Arus, the youngest Nalquodian prince—Prince Leandro—is hidden away in a little castle that overlooks the kingdom; a countermeasure to protect him from the Galran assassins that have sworn to take his life.

And in the tallest tower of the castle, behind a grimy rose window and under a dusty sheet, is an enchanting gargoyle that the prince finds himself compelled to visit every day.

Almost as if by a spell...

Gideon Nav and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Resurrection by somarysueme 

griddlehark (f/f) - The Locked Tomb Series - 7,924 words - Rated M

Dear Gideon and/or Kiriona and/or Incoherently Screaming Lunatic,

If you’re reading this, it means you don’t know shit about fuck. You are mega-confused, you are thoroughly discombobulated, you are feeling like your recent memories have all just fucked off and melted out of your head. Well, congrats, you figured it out. That’s exactly what happened. Hooray! You’re severely brain damaged! After all, why should Nonagesimus have all the fun, am I right?

baby, I’m a house on fire (and I wanna keep burning) by wittchers

catradora (f/f) - She-Ra and the Princesses of Power - 7,419 words - Rated T

Lord Catra isn’t what Adora expected.

For instance, she’s not a man. The stories don’t talk about that part.

Hubert the Babysitter by LaDragonaria 

ferdibert (m/m) + edeleth (f/f) - Fire Emblem: Three Houses - 7,675 words - Rated G

Edelgard and Byleth are mothers to an adorable little baby, and Hubert and Ferdinand are very invested in being uncles.

ebony & ivory by wbtrashking (quillifier)

victuuri (m/m) - Yuri on Ice! - 20,027 words - Rated E

Yuuri jumps when someone hurries into the elevator, apologizing profusely.

The apartment complex is full of eccentrics, seeing as it's only a few miles from the artistic center of town. It isn't the first time that the concert pianist has run into someone who's late for work, fussing with their hair, or adjusting the lapels of a suit. Yuuri taps out a rhythm to fill the silence, something original.

When he sees the silver-haired man pull out a notebook, he recognizes the handwriting. Notes had been slipped under his door in that loopy script for weeks now.

This handsome man is his upstairs neighbor.

[koroart]

I need to know. What are your thoughts on Ferdiebert? I personally love the ship but I'm curious about your thoughts on it

I quite like them, actually! I'm a sucker for any ship with sun/moon & opposites attract ( would they count as rival to lovers? Pretty sure 🤔 ) !! Not to mention, they're just an aesthetically pleasing ship to look at! ( even if Hubert looks like a greasy rat )

I wouldn't say they're my #1, but I'd definitely poke around, and I have been wanting to draw something with the two of them for a while!

[princehatterene]

wait if ur doing the "ship I hate chart" ofc I gotta ask Ferdiebert (🤝)

oh fuck yeah

it’s just overrated hot boy yaoi bullshit to me. they would be better as friends and/or if it was femslash

[lexthebee]

buying fire emblem three hopes once i get my paycheck to fulfill my gay little urges

[askweisswolf]

Edelgard @ Hubert over Ferdinand: Really? Him?

Also Edelgard, watching Constance make tea rainbow colored: I want that one

[onlylowercase]

[this is a dts thing :3]

[vogelspinne]

[neorchitect]

I drew this Ferdinand the other day while thinking to myself: what could I possibly do to Ferdinand to make him the saddest possible?

And I came to the conclusion that in non-CF routes where you recruit him, Ferdinand could be the one to kill Hubert. and after so long of writing and writing and writing to Hubert during war times, he finally has to fight Hubert, this is how he looks after he kills Hubert.

[jawsandbones]

It’s become something of a habit. Alone, she walks the halls of her palace at night. Hands clasped behind her back, no crown upon her head. Her walk is steady and sure, her head held high. The sound of her steps echo in the emptiness, her sole accompaniment this late at night. The few guards she passes give her a respectful nod, their only greeting, the sole formality agreed upon – during the third time she’d taken this walk. Edelgard doesn’t fear the dark corners anymore, or who might be lurking down some foreboding corridor. She’s seen to that.

Moonlight streams through each window, creates a lit staircase which guides her path. Very few candles are required at this time, after all. So it is odd to see that warm color flickering through a half closed door. She smiles, knowing exactly who that door, that office, belongs to. She slows her pace, holds her breath, and is barely able to hear the furious scribbling of a quill against parchment. Edelgard is careful as she opens the door completely, steps inside. Hubert’s head is bowed, his nose practically touching the parchment as he writes.

“I don’t recall anything being so important that it requires losing sleep over,” she says slyly as she leans over the desk. There’s a deep satisfaction, a curling smile, as the quill scrapes a startled downwards line. Hubert looks up, stone faced, and with as much delicacy as a rampaging bull, turns over the page so she can’t see exactly what he’s writing.

“Good evening Lady Edelgard,” he says smoothly.

“What are you hiding from me this time?” She asks, shifting from one foot to the other, moving to sit on the edge of the desk. She keeps her hands folded against her leg, raises her eyebrows at him.

“Nothing of importance.” Typically, there is no tell. Hubert gives nothing of himself away. His expression does not change, his mannerisms unmoving. She has seen him lie through his teeth, time and time again, and not once had anyone ever suspected the lie. This tell is specific. It only ever appears in regards to one person, and one person alone. The shell of Hubert’s ears burn a magnificent red, and she knows, even without seeing it, that the nape of his neck is in the same state.

“And how is Ferdinand?” Edelgard asks. Hubert stares up at her, his lips in a straight line, his jaw clenched. She doesn’t flinch as the silence stretches out, waits for him to give in, instead.

“He is fine,” he says.

“Good to hear it, I knew he would be the perfect one to settle things,” she says. She tilts her head, something near his arm catching her eye. She reaches out, and he’s a second too late to stop her. She holds the seal in her hands, examines it carefully, and turns it over.

“I don’t recognize this seal,” she says.

“It is an,” Hubert, quill still between his fingers, covers his face with his hand and sighs, “an amalgamation of our familial symbols.” Edelgard smiles as she sets it back on his desk.

“I won’t keep you,” she says, “please don’t stay up too late.” She stands, removing herself from her perch.

“Respectfully, you as well.”

“I’m headed back to bed right now,” she says, closing the door behind her. Hubert listens for her footsteps to fade away before he turns the letter back over. He supposes he’ll have to start the letter over, lest he explain to Ferdie why exactly there’s a line of ink down the page. He sets the quill down, reaches for the folded letter nearby. He must have read it a hundred times by now. Still, the sight of familiar script makes his heart beat that much faster. More so, reading Ferdie’s greeting.  

My bright heart.

Hubert sighs as he leans back in his chair, the letter resting against his lips. He closes his eyes, takes a deep inhale. Ferdinand’s envelopes are always filled with tea leaves, giving a false echo of his own smell to the parchment. With his eyes closed, he can almost imagine the ghost of him near. It isn’t quite the same, and there’s a small ache in him, some strange desire to hold. He opens his eyes, yet keeps the letter near. A small satchel of coffee grounds sits in a drawer, to be put inside the envelope Hubert sends back.

Edelgard pulls back the cover of the bed carefully, softly as she slips inside. Alas – Byleth rolls over, her eyes still closed, and fumbles her arms around Edelgard. “Welcome back Edie,” she murmurs, voice still hoarse and heavy with sleep, half dragging her down with her embrace. Edelgard smiles as she parts Byleth’s bangs, then leans forward to press a kiss there. She adjusts herself as much as she can, trapped as she is, hair flowing long over the pillow as she curls against Byleth.

“Sweet dreams, wife,” Edelgard says quietly, reaching out to gently touch Byleth, her thumb wearing an affectionate circle against her cheek.

[danlimlim-art]

Edeleth and ferdiebert tea time!

[officialashezi]

In the distance, we could hear the chimes of bells

[blueflavored]

over here crying for real about how “Sunlight” by Hozier is an absolutely perfect ferdibert song

[afancyartblerg]

i planned on releasing this design as part of a set, but, well... *side-eyes Everything* I drew this back in December; i think i'd tweak the colors a bit before actually printing now that i have the benefit of Time, but this is basically fine. Love my boys... If there's enough demand I'll toss them on some small things on my zazzle store, assuming I don't get bopped by Zazzle for it. The other parts of the set were Edelgard/Dorothea and Boyleth/Jeritza; I have so much on my plate that I can't really focus them down now but... maybe someday...