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Heya! Would I be able to request something with Ferdinand? Like- maybe they’re having tea together or something but I don’t mind! Thank you!! I love your writing so much xx

It seems every time I resolve to be active, another aspect of my life pops up to surprise me. You have waited entirely too long, and I am now going on the journey of answering my inbox.

I decided to take the liberty of making a more exciting and rounded story as I wasn't too sure how to write something satisfactory about just tea. If that is what you want, just let me know and I can figure it out, but if you love my writing then I'm sure you'll love this too.

There is some choppiness in the plot here and there, but that is because I started to notice the work was growing a bit long and had to cut back in a few places. Regardless, I hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! The story will be continued under the cut.

The Black Eagle house had gone out to hunt the King of Wings, a beast holding precious material that Professor Byleth had been tracking for months on end. Petra had been the one to report it on a reconnaissance mission, and that was the end of it; everyone geared up and headed out.

The only complication she had mentioned was a group of bandits residing in the cliffside town nearby.

But true to form, that wasn’t the only complication you faced.

Rolling over, dazed from receiving a blunt blow from behind, your vision cleared just enough to make out your attacker.

“...Edelgard…?”

In a split second of clarity, you saw the future emperor raise her axe above her head.

You rolled out of the way just before she could bring it down upon yours.

“What are you doing? I’m on your side, remember?” you made an effort to stand, adrenaline supplying what energy her attack took from you.

You took out your sword, backing away as you defended against her swings. For a few more moments, you lacked the vision and stability to dodge reliably. Then, the fuzzy, blurry picture morphed into something clear.

The woman before you looked exactly like the Edelgard you had known all your life. At least, she might appear to be, if it weren’t for her eyes.

Midnight blacks locked onto you as you weathered clash after clash, backing away.

“Help! Please, help! It’s Lady Edelgard!”

But as she cornered you at the cliff’s edge, it seemed no one was listening to you.

“Hubert! Ferdinand! Petra!”

Finally, your leader came to a halt. Her axe was outstretched toward you as you froze. There was nowhere left to step.

The arm swung up. You knew what would come next.

~~~~~~~~~~

Caspar had been the one to call out to him from his horse.

“Ferdinand, what’s going on by the cliff?”

His lance impaled an enemy as he swung the body off his lance. Ferdinand hesitated a moment before skewering another ruffian. The Adrestian noble turned to Caspar.

“The cliff?”

The brawler nodded, pointing toward a small commotion.

“It is Lady Edelgard. She has cornered an enemy at the edge.”

“Is that all? It’s been a pretty tame fight from what I’ve seen, but her opponent hasn’t tried to land a single blow.”

“Hasn’t tried or hasn’t been able to? Lady Edelgard is quite the formidable opponent, you know-”

A series of shouts came from that direction. Ferdinand would have paid it no mind, were it not for his recognition of the voice.

Your voice.

Even across the fields of battle, he somehow knew you to be the one crying out.

Your name was said under his breath, as though Ferdinand had to speak the conflict into existence before he himself could believe it.

Redirecting his steed, Ferdinand raced to the cliffside. Caspar followed, though Ferdinand forgot soon enough. Caspar’s speed could not match that of a horse, anyway.

The closer he approached, the more of the scene he saw play out. Edelgard would swing in a wild rampage while the best you could do was stagger back and grip your sword in defense.

The cavalier dismounted his horse, swinging his legs off the side and jumping down to the grass. His own lance was held tightly in his right hand as he pushed his legs to move faster- to just get him to you.

You had finally been cornered, your heels at the edges of the rocks of the cliff. Edelgard raised her axe in the air, preparing to bring it down not upon you, but on the ground by the Goddess please no-

The two of you locked eyes.

“Ferdinand!”

“No!”

Loose dirt and rocks crumbled apart as the cliff was struck. Ferdinand slid forward on his stomach before you could fall too far downward, catching your arm with his torso hanging off the crumbling terrain.

Momentum shifted, and the orange-haired knight couldn’t piece together what was happening in time to react. You went from falling down to careening back toward him; your body crashing into the wall of rocks. More crumbling meant less leverage for Ferdinand as the debris falling out from under his chest knocked against his ribs and applied uncomfortable pressure on parts of his armor.

“Agh…” you groaned, “...Ferdinand-”

“It will be alrigh- ngh-!”

More rocks tumbled from underneath him to the land below, and his grip on your arm tightened.

“Is Lady Edelgard still attacking you?”

“...I…cannot turn my head to tell…” not without dropping you.

If he wasn’t dead yet, it was safe to say the situation with Lady Edelgard had changed. To what, he could only guess, but there were too many things on his mind at the moment to dwell upon it.

He was surprised at how calm you seemed. It was a near death experience- even now, Ferdinand was still unsure upon which side of the scale the two of you would fall- and he had read that some people might react with less panic than others. Nonetheless, his imagination scared him; to think that you weren’t regarding the situation with as much weight as he did…

Ferdinand was on the verge of losing someone he had hoped to spend his life with. And it would be too easy to drop you.

As if on cue, the beast they had been hunting let out a deafening roar from somewhere behind Ferdinand.

“Nngh- you have got to be-”

~~~~~~~~~~

“...fucking kidding me!“

Caspar continued his sprint to the cliff, alerting any other Black Eagles he ran into on the way of the situation at hand. By the time he had found Hubert earlier, the dark mage had apparently already resolved part of the issue.

Edelgard had been under a spell that had rendered her nothing more than a puppet. In killing the mage that cast the spell, the new Marquis Vestra freed Edelgard and removed the immediate threat from both your and Ferdinand’s conflict on the cliff.

Unfortunately, that didn’t guarantee she stayed conscious.

It all happened so quickly. Edelgard crumpled to the dirt, and for one heart-wrenching minute, Caspar thought she was falling with the debris. Luckily, her position remained on stable ground, but the same could not be said for you two. You had fallen out of sight, Ferdinand having nearly slid off the cliff as you did so.

Ferdinand hadn’t moved from that spot since, though the minute shifts of his shoulders told Caspar enough about what was going on.

The only thing keeping you from falling to your death was Ferdinand. Although Caspar couldn’t see it, he knew his friend needed help.

Orders came from Professor Byleth in the form of several curses.

Caspar’s professor turned away from the enemy lines to go toward Lady Edelgard. She was just a few paces ahead of him, the flat terrain beginning to form a hill. They passed Bernadetta on their way up; she had frozen in indecision, an onlooker clutching her bow, but there wasn’t any time to stop.

At the sound of a wretched screech, Caspar almost lost his footing. Air rushed past him as the crest beast they had come to kill soared overhead. It must have been attracted to the chaos that had brewed on the cliff.

“Caspar! Get to Ferdinand and help them off the edge! I’ll get Lady Edelgard down.”

“On it!”

The King of Wings passed the edge of the cliff, diving downward out of sight as Caspar reached Ferdinand.

“Hey, it’s Caspar! Don’t be alarmed; I’m going to help you up.”

“Agh…make it…quick…”

Before Ferdinand had finished talking, the blue-haired brawler had put his hands on the cavalier’s torso. Caspar dragged most of Ferdinand’s upper body back to safety, shifting around for a moment or two so that he could assist in lifting you back onto solid ground.

An interjection from you diverted his attention from his task.

“It’s coming back around! Get out of the way! It’s coming for the cliff!”

“I will not drop you now after keeping you alive this long!”

“If you keep holding on, we’ll both fall to our deaths!”

Sounds of movement from behind him registered in his ears.

“Move, Caspar!”

Without thinking, Caspar dropped to his knees and leaned to the right, using both his hands to support your arm as he heard Petra’s command.

In a second, she was at his side, kneeling next to him on the cliff with a bow he recognized as Bernadetta’s pulled taut. Her sights were clearly on the beast’s eye.

From the other side of Caspar, Ferdinand could not see anything going on.

“Petra, what are you doing? Get down from here, or all four of us will-”

“Shit! Shoot it now Petra!”

“Petra!” you begged, desperately trying to clamber onto the rocks.

Air whizzed by his ear as Petra let the arrow fly. You had shut your eyes to brace for an attack as he and Ferdinand tightened their grips on your arm, shifting their stances to gain as much ground as possible without causing a rock slide.

When the arrow struck true, the beast flailed backward. It floundered about in the air before falling, presumably to its death, but definitely out of sight of the party on the cliff.

“Yes!” Casper whooped.

You let out a breath of air from your spot hanging at the cliff’s side at the same time as Ferdinand. Then, the two men finally pulled you back to safety.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Th-thank you,” you breathed, lying out of breath on your back. The pain had been bearable while your life hung in the balance, but now that the adrenaline was wearing off, you were starting to feel the consequences of scraping your ribs against the cliff.

The heir of Duke Aegir stretched out his arm and looked over his chest plate from his seat on the ground next to you, “Please, there is…no need for that. You were in danger, and so I helped you.”

“Danger?” you balked, “Ferdinand, you just saved my life. That wasn’t just me risking a scratch or an infirmary trip; I could have-“

“I know,” he cut you off hastily. “…but I would rather not think about that. You are here now, and you will not be going anywhere if I can help it.”

Caspar stood next to you, choosing to calm his own breathing by placing his hands on his knees to rest a moment.

At least, he almost allowed himself to rest until he got a better look at you.

“Uh…Ferdinand?”

“What is it, Caspar?”

He pointed to your torso, “Should I go get Linhardt?”

Sure enough, when you looked down, blood had begun to stain your clothes. It pooled on your chest; there wasn’t enough of it yet to trickle down your side.

You supposed your chest had been feeling a little warm.

Ferdinand leapt to his feet, “I-Is that even a question?”

“You stay here with her, I’ll go find him!”

He left immediately, the noble cavalier rushing toward you in turn. A red cravat was removed and placed at your wound.

“Forgive me, but applying pressure is-“

“That’s for stopping blood,” any hope you had of getting out of this in good condition was slowly starting to wane. “You’re not going to save me from the consequences of a misplaced or broken…anything…like this.”

“I…” it looked like he was beginning to despair, too. “This is all I know how to do. But Linhardt will come, and he will heal you.”

Only, two minutes passed with no visit from Linhardt or Caspar.

“What is taking them so long?” Ferdinand asked himself.

“…yeah…I’m not feeling so great…I think…”

It was no lie. Your vision was deteriorating into bright colors with few details. A blink every so often would fight it, though that began to create the conflict of staying conscious.

“…stay here. I will be back as soon as I can. Do not fall asleep. Please.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“What is taking so long?”

He had arrived with his horse at the bottom of the mountain to find Linhardt, Caspar, and Hubert arguing.

“Hubert keeps saying Edelgard needs to be looked at first, but I saw the fight,” Caspar defended, “She only ever blocked attacks, but Edelgard actually managed to hit her. Plus she’s all bloody from the incident off the cliffside.”

“But her position is nowhere near important enough to grant her priority, injured though she may be. Lady Edelgard is far less expendable, and as such must be cared for first and foremost.”

“Are you serious, Hubert-?”

“Think of the bigger picture-“

“The bigger picture is that nobody will be saved if we stand here arguing,” Professor Byleth cut in. “Ferdinand came down from the hill for a reason; she obviously can’t wait any longer for help.”

He sighed in relief. Finally, someone using their common sense to do something about this.

“Linhardt specializes in physical injuries, so he should go see _______ first. Perhaps you would be the better candidate to look over Edelgard, Hubert, seeing how her affliction is mental.”

“Fine,” he relents a little too easily. Perhaps he is eager to get to business as well.

“Ferdinand, you take Linhardt up the hill and provide cover while he heals her. I will stay here and cover Hubert. Caspar, get back into the fray.”

“Understood.”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Of course.”

“Got it!”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Ah-!” you awoke with a start.

There were two people with you, leaning directly over you.

“My…I can’t…I…to breathe…”

“She’s confused- Hey, don’t let her squirm like that, she’ll hurt herself again!”

And so you were being held down.

“What is this? What’s happening to me?”

“Just take a few breaths and calm yourself. I have brought Linhardt back to help you.”

Linhardt.

Right, you knew these people. Ferdinand and Linhardt from the academy. You were hanging off a cliff until you got pulled back up. There was an injury, and everyone went to get you help.

“Is this a normal reaction?”

“Sometimes, after a traumatic experience, the body will put minor changes into effect as self defense. She’s had to do a lot of improvising and adapting to survive the events that followed Edelgard’s attack; it makes sense that her body would want to give her mind a break.”

“And is it…?”

Linhardt shook his head, “Temporary. She’ll be fine in a matter of minutes.”

The cleric stood up and stretched out, holding back a yawn.

“But…ah…physically, she should be just fine with a bit of rest. I’ve mended what I could, which should be all of it, though it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

“Thank you, Linhardt.”

“Why are you thanking me?” he frowned, making his way back down the hill on foot, “I’m going to check on Lady Edelgard now.”

You watched after him before realizing something, turning back to Ferdinand.

“Hey, shouldn’t we be heading down too? To fight?”

“No,” the Adrestian noble shook his head, “We won. Besides, you heard Linhardt. You need to rest.”

“Wait, we did?”

Catching sight of the battlefield, there wasn’t much movement left. Edelgard had returned to consciousness, Byleth and Hubert at her side. Petra and Bernadetta were deep in conversation as Dorothea looked out at the damage with Manuela. Caspar was on his way to intercept Linhardt before bringing him over to the future Emperor.

Well then, perhaps your nap had lasted a little longer than you thought.

“Come. Let us join the others.”

Extending his hand out to you, you accepted Ferdinand’s help off the ground and tried to get up.

“Woah, easy!” he caught you, “Perhaps you need a bit more time to adjust to whatever Linhardt did.”

Indeed, you were dizzy and weak. It felt like Linhardt must have pulled the strength to heal your torso from the other parts of your body.

The cavalier picked you up and carried you to his horse, placing you side saddle before mounting the steed himself. You were in front of him, his arms around you as he gripped the reins.

“There. This way, you will not fall off if anything strange happens, and you will not need to exert yourself by walking down to the others.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, suddenly a bit sheepish. But this was important.

“It is nothing at all.”

“No. I mean, not just for this,” you started. “You found me when I was in trouble, caught me before I fell to my death, held on even when it endangered your own life, stayed with me when I couldn’t defend myself, found help for me when none was coming…”

“Oh,” he replied, at a loss for words. “Well, when you put it that way, I suppose it does sound like a lot.”

“It is! Don’t even try to diminish it!” your eyes met his. “I owe you my gratitude after this, let alone my life.”

He shook his head with an uncharacteristic scoff, “You do not owe me anything. I chose to help you because…I…erm…”

The man turned his head, blushing a bit and suddenly avoiding eye contact.

In an attempt to make things less awkward, you looked away too, choosing to face forward.

“If I don’t owe you anything, then there doesn’t have to be a reason. Just…thank you. For caring about me.”

“Always.”

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mt-musings · 7 months ago

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To Inherit the Night - 15

Lorenz stared at the missive, the wind knocked out of him.

He’d known Claude had been lying to him about something, lying to him about Cecily, but never in a thousand years had he expected this.

A wedding invitation from the Marquis von Vestra and Miss Cecily Leclerc. The date was scarcely a few weeks away.

He stormed out of his chambers and to Claude’s study, bursting in without bothering to knock. Claude sat hunched over his desk, papers stacked all around him, his head in his hands. He looked up as the door banged into the wall before slamming back shut.

“Lorenz, what in the—“

“Did you know? Is this—is this one of your schemes, because I swear—“

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you know nothing about it? Then why did Cecily send you word from Enbarr? I swear to the Goddess, Claude, if you orchestrated this, if you put her in this much danger for one of your schemes—“

“What are you talking about? Please, speak plainly,” Claude said, shaking his head.

Lorenz practically threw the invitation at him. Claude blanched, eyes going wide as he read it.

“No—no, this can’t be. She said there was a trade, she didn’t say—she didn’t say this.”

“A trade? What have you been keeping from us?!”

“I—she sent word that Hubert had captured Yuri, that she was trading for his release. She said she was safe, that she would send word when she had secure lines of communication. She never said anything about marriage.’

“You knew that she was in trouble, and you didn’t even tell us? We need to put together a group, we need to rescue her—“

“Are you—Lorenz, you know we can’t. It would be as good as declaring war.”

“You’re planning on just leaving her there?”

“I—it’s what she asked,” Claude said, digging through his drawer and producing a scrawled letter. Lorenz snatched it, feeling nauseous. He read it five times before looking back at Claude, absently tracing the ‘X’ that followed the postscript with his thumb.

“When did you get this?” He asked, voice sounding small to his own ears. Claude shifted uncomfortably.

“About two weeks ago.”

“Two—two weeks? And you said nothing? After all she’s done for us—“

“I did as she asked, Lorenz. I don’t like it any more than you, but she asked us not to intervene. One misstep and Yuri would be in even more danger, they’d have a reason to invade Gloucester, invade Leicester. Hell, what if he hurt Cecily? How would you feel then?”

“What if he’s hurting her now? We can’t just do nothing, you are a Duke, it is your duty—“

“I understand, Lorenz, but we need to wait for more information. She’ll send word when it’s safe to do so. We just need time to plan something and know what we’re up against.”

“I’m not waiting,” Lorenz said, swiping his invitation back and stalking out.

“Lorenz, be reasonable—“

“I’m the only one being reasonable!” He yelled, slamming the door behind him. He knew Claude was being cautious and pragmatic, but that didn’t change the fact that their friend was in danger, behind enemy lines and in the clutches of the very man who’s agents she’d been hunting down for four years. A man who suddenly wanted to marry her, despite the fact that he was a Marquis, that she was a commoner, a commoner who’d been working for his enemies, that she’d very publicly denounced him at the start of the war.

What could he have done to force her to agree, why would marriage be his solution?

Lorenz swore, not caring that it was wholly ungentlemanly.

~~~

Cecily stared in the mirror as the two ladies maids buzzed around her, one braiding her hair into an elaborate updo, the other carefully applying makeup. She did her best to stay perfectly still, to focus on her breathing, on keeping it even and regular. She didn’t want to look at the ring Hubert had given her the night before to serve as her engagement ring, didn’t want to think about how heavy it sat on her hand.

She’d woken under a suffocating blanket of dread, her heart in her throat. She’d stumbled to the bathroom and was sick until there was nothing left in her stomach, but it had hardly made her feel better.

She doubted anything would.

She thought of the some of the more haughty things Lorenz had said back in school about noble marriages, about securing equal value to one’s title, thought about Sylvain’s hundreds of not-jokes about girls only wanting him so they could have his Crest babies and the status that came with them.

She’d wondered, at first, why Hubert would ever insist on marrying her as part of the deal. It hadn’t made any sense to her—she was a peasant, a criminal, she had no money, no status. She’d thought he was planning on blackmailing her into being one of his spies, that he’d want to use the abilities that had been such a thorn in his side, but instead he kept her caged and useless under the guise of having her gain back some of her health.

But then she’d thought again about how closely the Agarthans worked with the Empire, how closely Hubert’s agents worked with the wretched scientists she’d killed and everything had fallen into horrifying clarity.

Hubert didn’t want her for a spy or a soldier. He wanted her to produce heirs. House Vestra had no Crest, after all, something that put them at a severe disadvantage against the other Great Houses. She understood, now, why Sylvain had always been so bitter on the subject of heirs—it was a horrible feeling.

Especially because she had loved Hubert. Perhaps it had been school girl puppy love, but she’d been foolish enough to let herself hope it could be something. That he cared about her. And maybe he had—maybe he still did, in some twisted way. After all, he hadn’t once been unkind to her, since she arrived, had made sure she had stacks of books and ate regular meals.

She wished he hadn’t. She wished he’d locked her in a cell and had been every sort of terrible. That she could handle, make sense of. But this—this had her all tangled up and confused and devastated in ways she hadn’t even known she could be.

It took her a few moments to realize that the maids had finished with her and left. She looked at her reflection for the first time, staring back at a girl she hardly recognized. She wore a long sleeved, high necked ivory gown covered in crystal beads, every inch of it tailored to flatter her figure. Her hair had been braided into a sort of crown, tiny white roses and crystal hairpins woven throughout the stark white of it, a few strategic tendrils curling around her face. They’d made her into something beautiful, hidden her scars so expertly that she doubted anyone would be able to see them. Once, she would have been overjoyed by that fact, would have loved looking into the mirror and seeing the face she would have had, if her life hadn’t been torn apart by the curse of her blood. Today, though—

She wiped the foundation off each of the scars, wanting them to be on full display for all the vapid, vain nobles. Hubert could dress her in silks and cover her in crystals and roses, but it would never be enough to make her fit into his world. She would always be a Abyssian rat, and she didn’t want anyone assuming that the reason Hubert was marrying her was for her face.

She looked up as the door opened again, revealing one of the guards and a chamberlain. She swallowed hard, clenching her hands in her lap to disguise their shaking.

They ushered her through the halls to the imperial chapel, settling her in a small side chamber. She ignored the sound of the door opening again, not ready for them to tell her it was time to walk, not ready to become Hubert’s wife—

“Magpie.”

Her heart lodged in her throat as she watched Yuri step inside and she nearly knocked over her chair in her haste to cross the room and throw her arms around his neck. He was dressed formally in grey and violet, his hair in his usual ponytail, effortlessly elegant as always.

“I missed you. I missed you so, so much,” she said, forcing herself not to cry. She couldn’t because she knew, then, she wouldn’t stop, just like yesterday.

“I missed you too,” he said, voice strangely constricted. She stepped back, searching him for any signs of injury.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. What about you? He hasn’t done anything to you, right? If he so much as laid a finger—”

“He hasn’t. We hardly speak.”

Yuri nodded, though he looked unconvinced. He swallowed hard as he looked at her, absently tucking a stray hair back into place.

“You look so grown up,” he said finally, pursing his lips. “It feels like yesterday I was teaching you how to read in that shithole apartment down by the market.”

“I owe you everything—“

“No. No, you’ve never owed me a thing.”

“Yuri—“

“I mean it. Just having you was always enough. I’m lucky to have you for a sister. Even when you drive me up the wall.”

“It’s good for you.”

“Oh yeah? According to who?” Yuri said, his teasing smile almost disguising the sadness in his eyes. He stared at her for another long moment before digging in his pocket for a small, flat box. “It’s nothing fancy, but it made me think of you.”

He handed it to her and she opened it, freezing when she saw the little hairpin inside, adorned with a magpie in flight. It was clearly old and a bit tarnished, nothing like the sparkling pins that had been put into her hair by the maids. It reminded her of her trinket collections, of the first few things she’d found on the streets of Enbarr to keep in their musty flat.

It had been the reason he’d started calling her a magpie in the first place.

“It’s perfect.”

He gave her one of his signature cocky grins, taking it from her and slipping it into her braids. “I know.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s probably time, right?”

“Oh, I was supposed to bring you down right when I came in. I’m sure everyone’s real antsy by now.”

She laughed as she took the arm he offered, giving it a squeeze as he shot her his best mischievous smile, one that almost hid the sadness behind it.

“Are you sure about this? We can figure something out—“

“It’s the safest play, Yuri. You know it is. We’ll just—we’ll make it work. We always do.”

Yuri opened his mouth to say something but closed it again, clenching his jaw to disguise the slight tremble of his lip. She just hugged him, too tight, and willed herself not to cry.

They walked in silence towards the chapel where the ceremony was to be held, a harried looking attendant jogging to meet them.

“Where have you been? You’re nearly a half hour late,” he said, shooing them towards the door.

“The bride can’t be on time, it’s bad luck. Don’t you know that?” Yuri said as if it were obvious.

“Just go, before the Marquis loses his patience completely,” he said, pushing the door open and signaling for music to begin.

Yuri glanced over at her, ignoring the attendant’s signal for them to start walking. “Give him hell, Magpie.”

She nodded and he waited until she gave him the hint of a crooked smile before he finally started to lead her down the aisle. The chapel had been covered in flowers—roses and dahlias and asters and gardenias—so much so that it felt more like a greenhouse than a house of the Goddess, something she actually preferred. After all, she’d never been able to allow herself the same sort of faith Yuri held, not after everything she’d gone through.

She didn’t recognize most of the faces and guessed they were nobles and Imperial advisors. There were far more than she’d thought there would be—she’d assumed it would be a small, simple thing, but there were probably over two hundred people, all staring at her.

“It’s alright, just smile, it’s a game, and you’re going to win it,” Yuri said, quiet enough that she knew only she could hear.

She couldn’t help but smile at that, even when she caught sight of Hubert at the end of the carpet, standing next to Edelgard at an elaborate lectern. She couldn’t quite make sense of the way he looked at her, his gaze intense, jaw tight. He was dressed stuffier than normal, but she’d daresay it suited him.

He’d always been striking.

She dropped her gaze to the floor, hating herself for the errant thought. Still, Yuri was right—it was all a game, the same game he’d been playing with nobles the whole time she’d known him. She’d just need to learn fast. She already knew how to play it from the shadows.

It would be okay.

She looked up again as Yuri came to a stop in front of Hubert and Edelgard, a blinding smile on his face, one no one from the crowd would see the threat in. It softened when he turned back to her and pulled her into a bone crushing hug, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She blinked back tears as he stepped away, towards a chair in the front row next to Dorothea and Ferdinand.

She took a deep breath before taking the step forward to stand beside Hubert. Edelgard motioned for them to face each other. Hubert held out his hands and she took them. He wore gloves as usual, something that struck her as odd considering she wouldn’t be able to slip a ring over the leather. She looked up at him as Edelgard began her speech, not really listening to the words. The sound of her blood was too loud in her ears, the weight of all the eyes in the audience constricting her chest.

Hubert’s brow was furrowed in concern, lips pressed into a tight line. He gave her hands a brief squeeze. She wondered if it was meant to be reassuring.

It was more likely to be a warning.

It wouldn’t do well to upset him, not today, not if she wanted to see Yuri again soon, if she wanted him safe. She tried to listen to Edelgard’s speech about devotion and loyalty and love, but she couldn’t, not over the way her heart pounded in her ears. She nearly missed the signal to place the black metal band onto Hubert’s finger.

She gently pulled off his glove, pausing when she saw the blackened fingertips, the blackening veins. She could feel rabid darkness trapped under the discoloration, something about it perverted and wrong. She didn’t think as she slipped the ring on his finger, covering his hand with both of hers as she closed her eyes. Banishing shadows was always so much harder than bending them to her will and these felt stubborn, perhaps because they were still laced with the vestiges of dark magic.

She heard Hubert suck in a sharp breath and stopped, pulling away her hands. Hubert’s hand was unharmed, though his fingers were no longer blackened, no trace of the darkness left in his veins. Edelgard paused, glancing at Hubert’s hand before Cecily slipped his glove back on, keeping her head bowed.

She hadn’t meant to do it, it had been like a reflex. She doubted anyone but Hubert and Edelgard had noticed, but still—what on earth had compelled her?

Hubert reached out to slip the wedding band around her finger, hand trembling slightly. Had it hurt him, when she’d willed the darkness away? She’d never seen Hubert afraid, not even shaken before.

She looked up at him as Edelgard declared them wed.

The kiss was brief, but nonetheless sweet. She’d scarcely registered his fingers weaving into the hair at the base of her scalp before he’d stepped back, dropping his gaze to the floor to perhaps hide the slight pink tint that had set in his cheeks.

She stood frozen for a second before turning to face the crowd with him, eyes falling to the floor. She took the arm he offered, emotions rioting within her.

Why did a simple kiss set her heart hammering in her chest, make her feel lightheaded and unsteady?

Why did she want another?

He led her down the aisle and to a side door where he pulled her into a small, cozy sitting room that had been decorated with vases upon vases of flowers. He closed the door behind them and she felt her heart racing in her chest, beating against her ribs. She’d been alone with Hubert before, of course, but this felt different. There was a sort of urgency behind his movements.

“Shouldn’t we say hello to everyone?” She asked in a small voice, staying close to the door.

“We have a few minutes before everyone moves to the ballroom. I thought you might want a moment away from the crowd.”

She nodded, wringing her hands.

“You—you never told me you learned healing magic. You must have talent, I was told it couldn’t be treated,” he said, glancing at his hand.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you. I didn’t—I didn’t mean to.”

“You didn’t, it was a relief,” he said, fixing her with an unreadable expression. She looked away, pretending to examine the flowers. “Last I saw you, you couldn’t cast a spell. Not even a simple one.”

She didn’t say anything. Hubert stared at her for another long moment before nodding to himself.

“Thank you. I—as I said it comes with relief. I—“ he said, eyes sweeping over her form, “You look beautiful.”

She flushed at his words, that awful, tangled up feeling rearing in her chest, now all the worse for knowing what his lips felt like on hers. She hated that the sensation still had her heart pounding.

“I believe it is time to return to our guests,” Hubert said, sounding almost disappointed. “It can be overwhelming, these sort of Imperial affairs, and most nobles are frankly exhausting to speak with. Should you become uncomfortable as we make our rounds just—just squeeze my arm twice. I’ll see that we can retreat back among our friends.”

She nodded, wishing it was but so simple.

~~~

Hubert was struggling.

He hated inane noble small talk at the best of times, but it was insufferable when all he wanted to do was stare at his wife.

Cecily was his wife.

His beautiful, radiant wife, a creature so ethereal he could hardly believe her real. He wasn’t the only person to note her beauty either, something that he catalogued with a cold sort of possessiveness that surprised him.

He steered them both through the crowd, towards the tables he knew held familiar faces that would at lest be less irritating. He would have preferred something much smaller and less stuffy, but half the point was to to make it clear to as many people as possible that she was under his protection and make it politically disastrous for Arundel to go after her. It only helped that Cecily, unlike him, had a very endearing way she spoke to others, even frightened and half hiding behind him. Though everyone else he was sure just assumed she was just shy.

He had, when he’d first met her.

And perhaps she was, a bit, but she handled noble banter better than he ever had. Perhaps a large part of that was the fact that she wasn’t trying to actively frighten them off as he usually did, but she just seemed to know the right thing to say, small compliments and questions that weren’t invasive but still showed interest and deference to their positions, as if she didn’t now outrank all of them.

They were swarmed by friends as soon as they approached the high tables. There were congratulations and well-wishing, but mainly everyone wanted to swarm Cecily, seeing as they hadn’t seen her in four years. After all, he hadn’t let anyone see her before the ceremony. The last thing he needed was interference. Dorothea wrapped her in a tearful hug, babbling about how much she’d missed her, how she knew she’d come back.

Hubert stepped back as the former Black Eagles bombarded her with questions, knowing she wouldn’t let slip their agreement or anything else that could put Yuri or any of the refugees from Abyss in danger. He glanced over at Edelgard, who’d stepped to his side, watching the reunion.

“Your hand?” She asked, low enough that only he could hear.

“It appears completely healed.”

“How did she manage that?”

“I don’t know. She didn’t say.”

“Could—could that be part of the reason my uncle is so keen to get a hold of her?”

“It must be part of it. Not even the Imperial healers managed such a feat.”

“Perhaps it will work out,” Lady Edelgard said as she watched Cecily smile and laugh with their friends, though her mirth never quite met her eyes.

“What do you mean?”

Edelgard gave him a look. “This union. She cannot hate you as wholly as you believe if she chose to heal you.”

“Perhaps it was more akin to a reflex. Or perhaps she has too soft a heart to see others suffer.”

Edelgard raised an eyebrow at his pronouncement. He made a face. “What?”

“Somehow I don’t think that is it.”

“Think what you like.”

~~~

“Lorenz?” Cecily said, eyes going wide as she spotted him. He could only stand there dumbly for a moment, staring at the beautiful woman before him. Had she always been such a singular creature? She no longer appeared gaunt, her face clean and unbruised, her hair shining with the luster pearls wished for. Even with the scars on her cheek, he’d seen paintings of the Goddess herself that didn’t hold a candle to the woman in front of him.

He’d always thought her pretty but he’d been so wrong.

His heart hammered against his ribs, his throat tight. He’d scarcely been able to get a word out since she’d walked down the aisle, no matter how many times Ignatz had asked him if he was alright. He couldn’t explain the sick feeling in his stomach, the invisible vice that had locked itself around his chest.

“Lorenz?” She asked again, a hint of panic rising in her voice. He shook himself free of his stupor.

“Cecily—” He broke off, glancing at a gaggle of nobles that was not so subtly watching them. He saw Cecily’s eyes flick toward the onlookers, but she answered easily, as if she had no idea she had an audience.

“Lorenz! What a wonderful surprise—Hubert hadn’t told me he invited you! It’s been far too long,” she said warmly, her smile bright, though he could see the worry in her eyes, even if she disguised it well. “I hope your journey here was easy, I hear the roads have become more treacherous along the Arymid.”

“It was no trouble, especially to see one of my dearest friends wed. It was—it was a beautiful ceremony. I’m quite sure you make the most beautiful bride. Speaking of which—where did Ignatz go?”

“You brought Ignatz?” she said, expression brightening at the mention of their friend.

“Of course, I could only bring the most talented painter in all of Fodlan to do your wedding portrait.”

“My—Lorenz—“

“You can’t say no to a wedding present, my dear, it’s terribly rude. Of course it will take more than just tonight for him to finish, so I will have to deliver the finished piece in a few weeks.”

“I—of course. You’re always most welcome,” she said, smiling wide as she realized the true nature of his present—he knew she would care little for a portrait, but company, company and friends she needed. He’d heard from some of the other Enbarr nobles that no one had see her since her arrival, that she’d been sequestered to her apartments, something about recovering from a carriage accident. He was quite sure that Hubert had kept her entirely isolated since she’d arrived in Enbarr.

“Ah, Lorenz, I was looking for—Cecily! It’s so nice to see you,” Ignatz said, appearing at his shoulder and looking more than a little frazzled. Lorenz knew he wasn’t used to recognizance work, but they didn’t have much of a choice. “I found a lovely place out in the gardens that I think would be perfect. For the portrait, I mean.”

Cecily’s eyes flicked to where Hubert stood with the Emperor, surrounded by a gaggle of nobles, and nodded, following swiftly behind Ignatz without any further preamble. Lorenz noted Yuri’s eyes following them, how he excused himself from his conversation with Dorothea and followed the three of them, at a distance.

Ignatz had indeed found the perfect spot, in the middle of the rose hedges, far away from prying eyes and prying ears. The moment they rounded the corner to the little bench where Ignatz had set up an easel and a box of supplies Cecily threw her arms around him pulling him into the tightest hug.

“I missed you—how is everyone? What’s been going on? Has Charon fallen? Is Balthus still in Leicester? Have there been any more—“

“Cecily—are you okay? Has he hurt you? What happened?”

“I—he was—he was going to kill Yuri. I—I didn’t have a choice. I’m sorry,” she said, eyes welling up with tears. Lorenz panicked.

“No, no—you have nothing to be sorry for. I’m only—I’m worried for you. We all are, but Claude is worried to move against Hubert—“

“You can’t. It’s too great a risk. You know it is. I’m—I’m fine. It’s not ideal, but I will make it work for us, it will just mean delays—more than before.”

“I’m not talking about the information—I’m worried about you, I’m terrified—“

“He’s coming,” she whispered, eyes going wide before darting to Ignatz. “How do I pose?”

Lorenz stood frozen as Ignatz helped her to the stone bench in front of the garden bed, fussing with her dress for a moment before stepping back and starting his sketch, working faster than Lorenz had ever seen him. It was still a few moments before he heard the sharp rap of footsteps, a few more before Hubert appeared, face stony.

“Lift your chin a bit, Cecily? You’re looking at the dirt,” Ignatz said, staring over the top of his canvas.

“Like this?” She asked, raising her face.

“Perfect, thank you,” he said, returning to the portrait without acknowledging Hubert’s entrance, though, Lorenz thought he saw the slightest tremor in his hand.

“Cecily—I’d wondered where you’d run off to,” he said, eyes flicking between her and the portrait quickly coming to life on the canvas.

“Lorenz commissioned Ignatz to paint a wedding portrait, wasn’t that thoughtful?” Cecily said offering him a smile. “We didn’t want to interrupt you and the Emperor, and Ignatz said sometimes it’s easier to start off with one figure first.”

“Would you like to hop in now, Hubert? I can get the sketch down and do the rest from memory. Cecily’s harder because of all the beading.”

Hubert stared at him for a long moment before before he nodded, moving to stand behind Cecily, left hand resting on her shoulder, showing off the black band on his finger. Hubert didn’t bother looking at any of them, instead just staring down at Cecily with an odd sort of look, his expression almost soft—or at least, what might have been considered soft for Hubert.

Lorenz instead focused on Cecily, on the way the moonlight illuminated her face, the roses blooming behind her. The way she might have looked in his own rose garden, had they ever had the time to simply enjoy it.

He didn’t know if he wanted a name for the feeling rising in his chest, or if it would just make it all the worse. So instead he just stood, watching Cecily as Ignatz worked for a half hour more, until he declared that he’d gotten enough down and could finish the rest without them. Hubert offered his hand to Cecily to help her stand, which she took before turning back to him and Ignatz.

“Thank you both for the most lovely gift, you are far too good to us,” she said, stepping forward to give them both a swift hug. She looked as if she wanted to say more, but stopped herself, forcing a smile.

“It was nothing. A small token of appreciation,” Lorenz said schooling his face into his most charming courtly smile.

“I should be able to finish it in a few weeks,” Ignatz added.

“Take as long as you need, Ignatz. Any painting of yours is a priceless treasure worth waiting for. I’m so glad to see you haven’t given it up.”

“Yes, thank you,” Hubert said, barely glancing at the pair of them. “We should return, Cecily. Emperor Edelgard has insisted on our opening up the dancing for the evening.”

“Of—of course, Hubert,” she said, and let him lead her back through the hedges to the party in the ballroom. Lorenz watched until she was out of sight, something in him he’d never quite been aware of starting to break.

Cecily followed Hubert back into the ballroom, her heart in her throat, glad that her shadows had informed her of his approach well in advance of his arrival. It was easy enough to get a few to cling to him, to hid in his own shadow and keep tabs as she needed. They'd been practically screaming for a workout as it was, the most she'd pushed them to spy on the night guard outside her door since her arrived.

She hadn't thought he would have invited Lorenz, but then his family did publicly support the Empire. He didn't know that they become friends since the war, that they had been working against him since the attack on Garreg Mach.

She hadn't realized just how much she missed her friends in the Alliance until she'd seen them.

Hubert lead her to the dance floor, offering her a formal bow. She curtseyed back, purposely unbalanced--all these snotty Empire nobles saw her as peasant trash, dim and easily manipulated. She'd use that to her advantage. After all, the easiest way to figure out all their vapid little schemes was to make them think she'd be an easy pawn in them. Some of the dumber ones even seemed to think they could somehow win Hubert's ear through her good favor--as if he gave a damn about anything she had to say.

But Yuri had been right--Court was a game, a nasty little game where half the time, it seemed, you only need wait for them to skewer themselves on their own egos. Which was not as fun as skewering them on the end of a dagger, but beggars couldn't always be choosers.

"Are you ready?" Hubert asked, his quiet voice enough to pull her out of her reverie. She nodded and he gave a signal to the band before reaching out to take hold of her hand and waist. She took a deep breath, concentrating on following his lead. It wasn't easy, like it had been at the academy. She hadn't spent the month before practicing with Dorothea so as not to embarrass herself. She hadn't danced--properly danced--since the night of the White Heron Ball. Sure, she and Rook and Dove had gone down to the pub every so often when they had time and a bit of spare coin, but that was more enthusiastic whirling and stomping than anything that might resemble proper noble dancing.

She couldn't help but scan the crowd, noting the faces, familiar and otherwise, ears pricked for whatever comments were made loud enough for her to hear.

"Cecily," Hubert said, drawing her attention once more. She stared up at him, and for a moment she saw the young man she'd fallen in love with at the Academy, the young man who had gone out of his way to help her, whenever he could, who didn't find her odd for her interests in poisons and knives, who didn't look down on her for what she'd had to do to survive. She ignored the lump in her throat, instead forcing a smile.

"Yes, Hubert?"

He opened his mouth to speak but only shut it and shook his head. Something in her broke a little bit more as she fought back the urge to cry. She wanted to run away, wanted to run back to Leicester and her friends, or to Rowe and Yuri, but she couldn't--not just because Hubert had Yuri in his clutches, or the remainder of Abyss, but because she knew it wouldn't matter where she went. He'd hunt her down and anyone who got in between--they'd be collateral.

Hubert had always wanted what was best for the Empire, for Edelgard. And what could be better than a gaggle of monsters he could mold himself, that looked and spoke like everyone else but could spear you with nothing more than a bit of your own shadow.

Monsters just like her, chained by his leash.

~~~

It was well after midnight when he’d finally managed to slip away from the reception.

Almost the entirety of the night had been insufferable, filled with meaningless chatter of nobles trying to win his good favor, trying to win Lady Edelgard’s by extension. Her plans for a new, class-less society hadn’t gone over well with most of the noble houses, though they were quietly trying to garner Imperial favor to cement their standings, rather than outwardly reject her vision. It was the safer play for them, though their efforts were wasted on him.

He held no interest in noble power grabs, except how they effected Lady Edelgard and her goals. None of the players groveling around him tonight had any chance of proving a threat.

Of course it did mean that he was forced to spend the vast majority of the evening at least pretending to entertain their drivel, instead of spending it with Cecily.

His wife.

It still hadn’t set in that it was real, that she had actually agreed. He’d expected more of a fight, more outlandish demands, a failed escape plan or two.

But there had been nothing.

He couldn’t help but keep glancing over at Cecily as he pretended to listen to the men around him. She’d stayed at the head table for most of the night. Yuri hadn't left her side since the first dance. Lorenz and Ignatz had joined her there, along with Dorothea and Bernadetta, though the latter just seemed glad to be further away from the crowds of nobles. He watched her laugh at something Dorothea said, watched how it almost reached her eyes. He remembered how she had laughed at the Academy, how she’d throw back her head and wrinkled her nose. He remembered what it felt like to earn one of her laughs, to watch her eyes sparkle with mischief as she snorted at his jest.

“It is a shame about the scars. Your wife would have made a beautiful bride.”

That broke him out of his reverie. He rounded on the man, a stout little eastern lord of no consequence with a mustache as thin as his hairline.

“What did you say?” His voice was even, but anyone who knew anything about him could hear the edge of warning, the promise of danger in his words.

“The scars, they are a great shame. She truly would be a beauty without them. Especially for a commoner.”

“That is my wife. How dare you insult her, and to my face no less?” he snarled, too angry to revel in the man’s horror.

“I didn’t mean anything by it, I apologize, I’ve clearly drunk myself stupid—“

“Clearly,” Hubert snapped, glaring at the man until he ran off, the other lords following suit. He watched them go, gripping his champagne flute with enough force that it was likely to snap.

“Hubert—what’s going on? You’ve got your hackles up,” Ferdinand asked, appearing at his side with a look of concern.

“What is that fat little blond man’s name?”

“The one in the blue? That’s Count Barnabas’s second son.”

“He’s going to find himself at the end of a terrible accident.”

Ferdinand sighed. “Are you really planning assassinations at your wedding?”

“You didn’t hear what he said.”

“Why are you listening to anything he has to say? You’ve been practically ignoring Cecily since the ceremony.”

“I have not.”

Ferdinand just raised an eyebrow.

“Shut up,” Hubert retorted, but there was no bite in his voice. Ferdinand glanced between his friend and the Count he was still glaring at.

“What on earth did he say, anyway?”

“He said she would have been beautiful without the scars. For a peasant.”

Ferdinand’s eyes darkened. “What a vile little man. Pay him no mind.”

“They’re all shallow, vain—“

“They’re inconsequential. You know that. Their opinions mean nothing.”

“I—I don’t want her to hear any of it. Court is…cruel.”

Ferdinand paused, staring at his friend for a long moment. “I thought you would be happier. Even with the war, with everything that has happened since the Academy, you still carried a torch for her. Most would have given up, called it impossible long ago. I had heard she wasn’t even in the Empire, that she’d been in Leicester—“

“She was in the Dukedom. At least when I tracked her down.”

Ferdinand glanced at him, brows furrowed. “I’m guessing it was not the serendipity that I had assumed that reunited you.”

“Not the sort you imagined.”

“Hubert—“

“I don’t want to hear it. I assure you, whatever judgement you wish to cast, I have already leveled worse against myself.”

“I was simply going to say I thought it a love match.”

“A foolish notion.”

“Is it?”

“We are at war, Ferdinand.”

“Oh, yes, silly me, I had forgotten,” he quipped back dryly.

“Whoever holds her controls the Savage Mockingbird and his spies. That is an asset we simply cannot allow our enemies to possess.”

“You speak of her like a chess piece.”

“We must all do whatever it takes to pave the way to Lady Edelgard’s victory.”

Ferdinand gawked at him, opening his mouth several times to speak before shutting it again. Hubert said nothing, even as the shame of his words burned in his stomach, instead just finishing his champagne in one last gulp.

“Why, then, do you care if the Count insults her, if she is but a chess piece to you in this war?”

Hubert stared ahead, unable to meet his gaze. His response danced at the tip of his tongue but he bit it back.

He was glad Caspar interrupted them then, glad he stumbled into a stack of empty champagne flutes, shattering them against the marble floor. He was glad for the distraction of the commotion, the break from Ferdinand’s scrutiny.

By the time everything had been sorted and he’d let himself look back at the head table it was empty, nothing but a handful of empty glasses left where Cecily, Yuri and the rest had sat.

He turned back to the group, pretending to listen to Caspar’s story of single-handedly flushing out a bandit lair, pretended to laugh with the rest, pretended he couldn’t feel Ferdinand’s concerned gaze flicker his way.

When Hubert finally entered his bedchamber he found Cecily asleep atop the covers, clad only in a thin silk slip that did little to preserve her modesty. There was a champagne glass on the nightstand, the bottle next to it empty.

She must have taken it from the reception.

He couldn’t help his eyes from roaming over her form, curled in on itself as if it were enough to protect her. She was beautiful, starlight itself—it only served to highlight his own darkness. Her scars shone silver in the moonlight, covering far more of her body than he’d ever guessed. Thin, incision-like scars and thick slashes, jagged lines of silver and the remnants of burns.

His blood boiled at the thought of someone taking a blade to her, of someone daring to harm her. It seemed hardly an inch of her lay untouched, an inch free from pain and torment.

No more. He’d ensure that she’d be safe, at least, by his side.

He paused, eyes lingering over the delicate skin of her wrists, of her ankles, where thick scars encircled them, scars that—more, even, than the others—made his stomach turn. They were the sort of scars one got from shackles, from years of being bound by them.

How long had she spent in Arundel’s clutches?

Then there was the thick scar that slashed down her breastbone, disappearing beneath the silk of her slip. It looked old, though he couldn’t help noting that it looked as if it had been quite close to being a death blow. It wasn’t shallow like most of the others, but slightly indented in her skin, like the claw marks across her cheek.

He crossed to the bed and pulled the soft woven blanket from the end of the bed and wrapped her in it, taking pains to ensure she didn’t wake. He hesitated a moment before smoothing back a stray tendril of hair that had fallen in her face, ignoring how his hand trembled. He pulled away, crossing back to the sitting room, grabbing the decanter on the sideboard before crossing to the double doors that led to the private balcony looking over the Inner Gardens.

He threw himself into one of the cushioned chairs, tossing the glass cork of the bottle carelessly onto the small end table and took a deep draft of the bitter amber liquid. He wasn’t usually one to drink, but tonight—tonight he wanted to forget.

He wanted to forget all the snide whisperings of the nobles at Cecily’s expense, to forget the feeling of Yuri’s eyes burning daggers in the back of his head. He wanted to forget Cecily’s downcast eyes and practiced, reserved smile. But mostly he wanted to forget how beautiful she looked in that glittering ivory gown, how soft her lips felt pressed against his own. The way her eyes widened in something like surprise when he broke the kiss mere seconds later, as if she’d expected something harsh and domineering—

He took another swig of the cognac, focusing on the way it burned his throat, on the slight note of honey that lingered on his tongue. It didn’t dull the ache in his chest as he’d intended, but after a few more mouthfuls he found himself drifting to sleep.

It would have been better if he hadn’t dreamed, hadn’t remembered her smile from back at the academy, crooked and unrestrained, her nose wrinkling as she met each one of his quips with a barb of her own. It would have been better if he hadn’t dreamed that she’d smiled like that at him when they’d shared their first dance as husband and wife, instead of the way her eyes kept darting nervously around the faces of the all the nobles around them. It would have been better if he hadn’t dreamed they’d danced like they had at the monastery ball all those years ago, like it was the most natural thing in the world. It would have been better if he’d never set eyes on her, if Edelgard and the professor had never suggested the Ashen Wolves join their class at the academy.

It would have been better if he’d never had the chance to love her at all.

#hubert von vestra #hubert von vestra x oc #yuri leclerc #ferdinand von aegir #fire emblem three houses x reader #friends to enemies to lovers #slow burn

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geasthewritingrat · 2 years ago

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Proposing at the same time

Pairings; Ferdinand x reader, Hubert x reader, Claude x reader, Dimitri x reader, Yuri x reader (separate) Gender Neutral! Possibly OOC but I’ve just worked 6 days consecutively I’m tired (I also didn’t mean for Ferdie and Hubie’s to be so much longer than everyone else’s I promise)

Ferdie; -He spent so much time in multiple different towns, trying to find the best ring for you, and if he wasn’t so swamped with work he’d have made the ring himself, but he eventually settled on a gorgeous, elegant yet extravagant, jewelled band that suits you and your stunning beauty perfectly -The whole night was perfectly planned, from the time he calls for you, to the sweet speech he’d prepared (and rehearsed) over the course of many early mornings (Hubie caught him reading it in front of the mirror once and poor Ferdie’s never seen such pure amusement on anyone’s face) -It’s already all set up by the time you both reach the secluded meadow, blanket laid neatly in a patch of grass surrounded by flowers, yet not squishing too many, candles carefully placed so they don’t fall and burn everything to the ground, fireflies dancing in the moonlight, your favourite foods, lovingly handmade by Ferdinand himself, beautifully covered so none other than you two could enjoy it -A perfect night for the most perfect person in his eyes -Yet he completely forgets that he was meant to propose. Literally just, forgets. He’s so enthralled by your beauty and enraptured by your melodic voice that he forgets about the box in his pocket, forgets about the speech he made, forgets that he’s meant to ask you to share the rest of your lives together because in that moment it truly seemed as if you were the only people to exist -It’s only when you, having known his plan all along (he’s not subtle nor sly enough to hide it), pull out a box containing the ring you spent weeks choosing, showing it to him with a sheepish smile, that he remembers what he came there to do and scrambles to pull out the ring he chose for you -Very romantic, 10/10 -He later tells Dorothea everything that happened, dramatically lamenting the fact he never got to say his long, very sweet speech he had prepared, and she brings the whole ordeal up during her speech at the wedding

Hubie; -Oh Hubie, oh sweet, caring mother hen Hubie -As well-informed and sly as he is, he’s near-hopeless when it comes to romance, so when he found out you were taking trips to various jewellers searching for rings he genuinely thought you were just browsing for yourself, even if its not usually your type of thing (or, maybe you were looking at rings for him, to coax him out of his glove-wearing obsession) -With how much time he spent also at the same jewellers that you visited (he thought you were better with accessories than him so he followed your lead in secret) you’d think he would wisen up and figure it out but no, it takes the jeweller themself mentioning you for him to realise you were looking for engagement rings and not everyday rings -He found a ring that he thought would be perfect for you and the jeweller mentioned that you’d been eyeing that one and that’s what finally made him clock on to what all your trips had truly been for -Not wanting to be taken by surprise with no way to smoothly recover and act like he has everything perfectly planned all the time, he carries the ring with him everywhere he goes, even if you’re not nearby or maybe even in a whole other city doing work stuff -After a talk with Edelgard, he decides to plan something special to show that he does, in fact, absolutely adore you and everything you do, but he does still keep the ring with him in a special pocket that he refuses to use for anything else -It happens at a time that neither of you had prepared (the dinner he had planned was set for a week later, and you were gonna do it later the next night), you two were just sitting by the waterfront one warm afternoon, gazing out at the glittering lake before you, when you felt peaceful and relaxed enough to ask him to close his eyes as you stood to kneel behind him, ring box in hand -He’s smart (sometimes) and knows exactly what you’re doing, so he takes the ring box out of his pocket and displays it proudly as he turns around once you tell him you’re ready

Claude; -Fecker knew the whole damn time -Somehow knew from the moment you thought to yourself “huh, I think I wanna marry Claude” -He mentions to Hilda one day that he’s 99% sure you’re out shopping for engagement rings at that exact moment, and then says “hey you know what would be really funny” and decides that he, too, would be proposing after you spent so much time & effort planning everything with your second closest confidant (whoever that may be) -So when you finally muster up the courage to take him to a gorgeous beach one evening after a satisfying dinner, he’s got this unusual, unreadable grin on his face, hands behind his back as he fiddles with the little velvet box containing the ring he oh so lovingly chose for you, only to trip and fall, grabbing you by the arm and bringing you down with him -Now, two identical ring boxes lay on the sand in front of you, and Claude’s sheepish “surprise?” almost makes up for the mouthful of sand you’re now having to spit out -He’s laughing and you’re eating sand

Dima; –Absolutely clueless -You two proposing at the same time really is just pure chance -He didn’t even know you were planning on proposing in the first place! Okay maybe he had a slight hunch but he didn’t want to ask in case he was wrong and it was just wishful thinking on his part -Dimitri (lovely Dima, gorgeous man, amazing) asks the Blue Lions for help with choosing the right ring and planning the perfect date, some help more begrudgingly than others (looking at you Felix Hugo Fraldarius), but in the end he has a solid plan and a pretty damn gorgeous ring, all he needs now is self confidence and you -A while before the actual event, he tells you that he’s taking you to see some of Faerghus’ most beautiful snowy areas, promising countless tales from his childhood, and you decide that that’s the perfect time to propose, because it sounds phenomenal and you had no idea Dimitri was planning on proposing then too -When you two reach the absolutely stunning and truly wondrous area, you pull out your ring box and get on one knee, only to see Dimitri blink a few times before doing the exact same thing, blushing hard and smiling wide

Yuri; -He found out your plan by accidentally going to the same jeweller as you at the same time as you, seeing you carefully inspecting the engagement rings as he got through the door, but because he’s Yuri mf Leclerc you didn’t see him as he stood in the shadows and observed your choice -It made him feel all warm & fuzzy inside so he searches high and low for The Best Ring Ever to give to you -From that point onwards, he’s taking the ring with him whenever you ask him to join you on an outing, no matter how big or small that outing may be, but to his surprise you don’t propose on any of those trips -One day, he’s been working non stop for hours, so you waltz into his office and all-but drag him to the dining table, lecturing him about how he needs to eat properly even if his work is very important, and since he just thought it was a normal dinner he didn’t take the ring with him -To his shock, you end up spontaneously proposing after you both finish eating, confessing that you were planning to propose on each of those little trips you took him on, only for it to not feel right or for nerves to get the better of you, so you decided to do it in a place you both feel comfortable and at ease -He accepts, obviously, but then takes you back to his office to show you that he bought you a ring too, slipping it straight onto your finger

- Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! As always I have been Geas and you have been awesome, never forget that. I hope that you are giving yourself a break and treating yourself fairly, because while things may seem like they’re spinning out of control sometimes, you are stronger and better than you know. -

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randoimago · 2 years ago

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Okay so I rediscovered the only-one-bed trope and honestly am screaming over it rn but also don’t know what characters to ask for this so do you think you could please do your top three Fire Emblem Three Houses characters in that sort of situation? Thank you!!

Only One Bed Trope

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Characters: Ashe, Bernadetta, Dimitri, Ferdinand von Aegir

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: Oh the only-one-bed trope, I love it. As for my top three Fire Emblem characters... I think I'm going to do four characters, one being Ferdinand for reasons (Rest In Peace Billy Kametz)

Ashe

At first he's confused when he sees that the room you're supposed to be staying in has one bed. He had thought he had asked for two?

Ashe offers to go back and ask for a new room, but you mention that it could be a hassle and Ashe reluctantly agrees. He doesn't want to potentially take a room from someone else that needs it and also doesn't want to overwork the inn staff...

Offers to sleep on the floor so you can take the bed. He's flustered at the idea of sharing a bed, but also he has slept on stone before when he was just a thief in the streets. He can sleep on an inn floor.

You state that you can just share the bed and he's still a bit flustered. Triple checks that it's alright with you because he doesn't want you feeling obligated. There's some happiness in his chest that you trust him enough to share the bed, but he promises that he'll try to stay on his side of the bed during the night!!

You two end up cuddling and when you wake up, you're both flustered but neither want to let go since it's so warm. Ashe ends up just giving a sheepish smile and apologizing and stating that you should get ready to join the others. Through out the day, there are many times you glance at the other, wondering if this was the spark of something new. Neither of you could deny the fluttering in your hearts.

Bernadetta

She's panicking when there's only one bed. Bernie thinks someone tricked her and did this to make her flustered and embarrassed. When she realizes she's speaking her thoughts out loud she gets more flustered and embarrassed because you heard what she said.

Bernie quickly tells you to ignore her and to look away. She's shy and doesn't want you judging her. Of course, she hasn't said any actual feelings towards you, just that sharing the bed is embarrassing. But still, please don't hate her!

States that she can sleep on the floor. Her dad has made her do it before as a punishment for not being able to hold books on the top of her head long enough. She can sleep on the floor again.

Of course you don't let her do that. You suggest sharing the bed and Bernie gasps, immediately asking if you plan on killing her. You aren't and you would never and Bernie trusts you. She does, she just can't help but have her mind wander in that direction. Would apologize and hope you aren't mad at her.

Her panicking causes her to stay awake most of the night. She can't help it. You're sleeping in a bed next to her and even if you're facing opposite directions, you're still so close! And she doesn't have a stuffed animal with her to cuddle with! Eventually she does end up falling asleep and cuddles with you, she'll panic in the morning. But for now she's having very pleasant dreams.

Dimitri

He is silent when he sees that there's one bed. His brain is moving too fast, trying to process it and wonder what caused the mistake. A nervous laugh leaves his lips and he offers to go see about getting another room.

Except there are no other available rooms and you're both stuck in this one bed room. Dimitri's throat is dry and he knows his face is a beet red. But he takes a deep breath, tries clearing his throat, and suggests that you sleep in the bed and he'll sleep on the floor or take a chair to sleep in.

You disagree with his suggestion. The future King can't sleep on a dirty floor (it's not actually dirty, the inn would never) or a chair and hurt his back. You offer to take the floor instead and Dimitri frowns.

It becomes a standstill between you two. Neither wanting the other to have back and neck pains in the morning but also nervous about sharing the bed. Dimitri is the one to take a deep breath and state that you can move some extra pillows or maybe get another blanket to put in the middle of the bed so you both stay on your own sides.

Sleep happens eventually but Dimitri's nightmares wake the both of you. He apologizes and tells you to go to sleep while he reads a book or something to keep from returning to said nightmare. Instead you, hesitantly, remove the barrier between you two and cuddle up, telling him that now that you're touching then you can protect him in his sleep. Thank goodness for the dark otherwise you'd definitely see his flustered state. He can't deny the good night's sleep after that.

Ferdinand

Lets out a loud, nervous laugh when he sees only the one bed. He has read his fair share of romance novels that he can't help thinking of what comes next in the cliché. Instead he clears his throat and states that you may have the bed while he takes the floor. A true noble would never let someone else suffer, after all!

You agree to taking the bed, but are also hesitant because where would he sleep? Ferdinand states he can get another inn room, it shouldn't be any trouble to do so. Except it is because none are available.

He's hesitant to go back to your room because of the bed situation and also doesn't quite know what to do. He tries to find Edelgard to explain the situation and see if the future Empress has a suggestion, to which she calls him an idiot and tells him to just go to your room and come up with a solution.

While a bit offended, he does what she says and goes back. You're a tad confused but understanding and so you offer to share the bed. Ferdinand gasps because you two aren't even married, you can't share a bed! But if he does have neck pains then it'll make training the next day all the more difficult so he sucks it up and promises he'll stay on his side.

A promise that ends up broken as he can't control his body in his sleep. You end up waking up due to him quickly jumping away from where you had been cuddled up together. He is apologizing and you are half awake, not knowing what happened before he sputters about going to get some tea for the two of you and quickly running away. You two can talk later but for now, he needs to hide his flustered face from you.

#fire emblem x reader #fe3h x reader #fe3h dimitri x reader #dimitri x reader #bernadetta x reader #fe bernadetta x reader #ashe ubert x reader #ashe x reader #fe ashe x reader #ferdinand x reader #fe ferdinand x reader #ferdinand von aegir x reader

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frickingnerd · 1 year ago

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dating ferdinand von aegir

pairing: ferdinand von aegir x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, established romantic relationship, simp!ferdie, ferdie spoiling reader + bragging about reader

ferdinand is the type of boyfriend who's absolutely obsessed with his s/o!

he'll brag about you to everyone who's willing to listen, until they get absolutely sick of listening him gush about you

he just can't stop talking about how good you looked the other day, how strong you are, how much smarter you are than everyone else or how much he just loves you

he also isn't much different around you

he'll hype you up whenever he sees you put on some new clothes, no matter how bad they actually look

he'll even gush about how cute your morning hair looks or how adorable you look in your pajamas

he's also constantly buying you flowers or other little gifts

as soon as he finds out you like something, he'll buy you as much of it as he can find!

you mention you liked that one tea brand you two had the other day? he'll buy every last one of those from the market!

you looked at that expensive but cool looking sword at the market for just a second too long? he'll immediately buy it for you!

ferdinand just wants to make you happy and the best way he knows how to do that is by praising you and making you gifts!

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hold-your-applause · 2 years ago

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Rest well, Billy. You will never understand how many hearts you touched

Repose

The silence sat heavily over you, the sudden lack of the sounds of battle almost unsettling you more than the war itself. Just moments ago weapons clashing and soldiers falling were ringing loudly in your ears, but now the world hummed in its absence.

Whatever it was trying to tell you, you weren't ready to listen.

You wiped the sweat from your brow, your eyes darting around to try to process what this quiet meant.

The war was over, and you had won.

Caspar's cheerful yelling was a welcome break in the silence, but when he clapped a congratulatory hand on your shoulder and shook you before darting off to find the rest of your companions, you found your mind racing with only one thought.

Where is he?

With the danger gone, your legs now felt like they were made of lead, the effort to move them much harder than they'd ever been. You resorted to shuffling around, and after a few minutes of moving your body around, you realized just how exhausted you were.

It had been the longest of days.

You were happy to hear Linhardt's complaining about Caspar's volume, glad he was in well enough condition to gripe about anything. You spared them a quick glance, watching poor Linhardt being dragged to his feet to follow Caspar to wherever his heart led them.

Your tired eyes scanned ahead of you again, hearing soldiers assessing each other for wounds or discussing who had fallen, and each moment that passed filled you with more worry when you couldn't seem to find the man you were looking for.

You feared you would find him on the ground instead of on his feet.

What was most likely only a minute more had passed before you saw a familiar cascade of orange hair out of the corner of your eye, relief washing over you.

He was in fact not on his feet, but he was clearly upright and breathing. He and his trusted steed were sat out in the open, him leaning his back against his trusted partner as they both were attempting to catch their breath. You felt your feet lighten as they moved in their direction, bringing you before them.

"Ferdinand."

His head swiveled up ungracefully to look at you, and you had never seen his face looking so worn before. Despite this, his eyes lit up behind their lids when he saw you, a soft smile growing across his lips.

"I'm overjoyed you are alright." He said, shifting so he could stand on his feet. "You are... quite the sight for sore--"

He stumbled then, his legs giving out under him and forcing you to throw your arms out to catch him, his added weight bringing you both to your knees. Your arms were tight around him and you couldn't resist resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Sore what?" You asked cheekily.

He chuckled, his own arms loosely snaking around your middle. Normally he would reserve such public displays for behind closed doors, but you knew this was no ordinary day.

"Sore everything." He replied, giving you a gentle squeeze before pulling away to look at your face. He brought a hand up to cup your jaw, his thumb lightly brushing your cheek. "What about you?"

"I'm afraid to find out how much this is going to ache in the morning." You said, seeing amusement flash in his eyes.

He nodded, letting his hand drop. "I know what you mean. I don't think I have ever felt this spent in my entire life."

You nodded, taking a look around. "I don't think I can get us both standing, and something tells me your legs are done for the day." You said, looking behind him at his horse. "I know Linhardt and Caspar are around here somewhere. I'm sure they'll find us sooner or later. There's no rush to get moving."

"That is good to hear." He said, running his hand over his face. "I think you may be right. I am in no condition to walk."

You helped him lean back against his horse again. "Then we'll rest until then. Just you and me." You let him get comfortable before settling in next to him, taking his hand. You worried his horse would find it to be too much weight, but it seemed unbothered.

"I always imagined this moment to be much more jubilant. That the celebration would be much louder." He allowed himself to rest his head against yours. "Instead, I fear I may fall asleep here."

"Then sleep." You encouraged him, gently nuzzling him. "You've earned it, Ferdie. You fought hard."

He hummed in response, slowly lacing his fingers with yours. "Not without telling you I love you."

You smiled, gently squeezing his hand. "I love you, too."

No other words passed between you, and before long, you heard his breathing slow as he finally dozed off. You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his heartbeat against your arm.

The world could wait.

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imaginethreehouses · 2 years ago

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Hi 👋 just read that Hubert poly ask and it was so cute, lover it❤️ (adore that grumpy affection starved mage)

Do you mind writing something similar with poly Ferdinand/Hubert/gn!healer!reader? Maybe white mage reader trying to keep boys on a battlefield alive?

Hey Anon, I'm so happy you liked that post 🥺🥺 I really do love Hubert so I'm always worried I might not do him justice. I really love to think that he's really insecure about himself when it comes to his appeareance and mannerisms. I think he likes being the way he is, but is aware that he's not the kind of romantic partner that people tend to consider ideal when there are guys like Ferdinand or Jeritza around that look like they were pulled straight out of a fairytale. Like I said in the other post, I think Hubert could see himself as able to compete against Jeritza since the guy will greet potential partners with "hi, i'd like to have you kill me, or perhaps i'll be the one to kill you" LMAO, but when it comes to Ferdinand? He's grown into such a dashing man during the timeskip, I think Hubert would think that he has nothing to offer to a partner that Ferdinand can't offer tenfold. It's easy to imagine him as feeling that you and Ferdinand would probably be better off without him, so it would take a bit of work to show him that it's not the case.

❤ Poly relationship with Ferdinand and Hubert:

Even though you were supposed to serve the entire strike force, you always ended up as your two guys' personal healer. Why? Because they were the two most likely to be reckless on the battlefield.

Ferdinand was no longer so caught up in surpassing Edelgard, or in living up to the ideal of a perfect noble, but that did not mean his spirit had dwindled one bit. If anything, his flame seemed to burn even brighter now, especially when you and Hubert were on the battlefield. To protect the two of you, he would take on a thousand enemies, a hundred times over if neccessary. And a hundred times over, you would have to rush to his aid, before that battle turned out to be one battle too many for the corageous young man.

And Hubert? You didn't often have to aid him on the battlefield, but rather, after. It was always an effort to get him to admit that he had gone far over his limits once more, and an even bigger effort to get him to actually stay put and get some rest.

It was hard to blame him, though. He had so much to compensate for. His lack of a crest, the weakness of his body... heck, even when it came to his area of expertise, he lacked the natural talent that others like Linhardt possessed.

And now that much to his dismay he had agreed to try his hand at romance, of all things, the list only grew longer still. His demeanor, his appeareance, and the fact that his heart and soul were already devouted to a certain Emperor and her war efforts.

In this context, he felt that he had to burn himself a hundred times over to hold up a candle to Ferdinand von Aegir.

You often wondered how the two of you could have possibly convinced Hubert to agree to an arrangement like this. Each day, at the beginning, you both though he would walk out of it. But each day, he proved you wrong.

Having something other than his devotion to Edelgard take a central position in his life was a new and strange feeling to Hubert, but something inside of him clung to it even as he himself tried to reject it. He was human, after all. He did want his own life to live.

Thankfully, the two paths he walked were conveniently laid besides each other. You and Ferdinand were loyal servants of the Empire. Ensuring your safety and furthering Edelgard's ambitions were two tasks that could be dealt with in one fell swoop.

Or so he thought, until it came a moment where inevitably, he had to choose who he would fight alongside on your thoughest offensive yet. He chose Edelgard, of course, and that battle was easily won. But his heart nearly stopped beating when he learned Ferdinand had barely survived his own fight.

When he saw the two of you, he could barely face you. To make matters worse, keeping Ferdinand alive long enough to get more help had taken a heavy toll on you, too. He learned that day, in the harshest way possible, that the two of you did need him by your side.

It was, in fact, the same time the two of you saw Hubert cry. You saw that he had brought a gift for each of you—a bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear, even though it remained unclear which one was intended for each, since he never actually gave them to you.

He just felt so stupid. Ferdinand gestured for him to come closer and held his hand, then smiled. You put a hand on the sorcerer's shoulder as well, and another on his forearm.

"This is war, Hubert." Ferdinand told him, with his voice not hinting at any sort of resentment, or anger. "We chose this. It is not your fault."

But, was it? For a moment, Hubert's mind went back to the days you shared at the academy, and wondered what your lives would be like if Edelgard had never started this war.

Had there truly been no other way? How long until the two of you would eventually be sacrificed in its flames?

It was a brief thought, but it shook him to his very core. Never, in his life, had he doubted Edelgard before, not even for a fleeting moment such as this. It scared him. It terrified him, that he was even capable of having those thoughts.

So he left, leaving the gifts on a nightstand. You and Ferdinand looked at each other. Dealing with Hubert wasn't easy, but neither of you were willing to trade him for anything in the world.

#hubert x reader #hubert x you #hubert von vestra x reader #hubert von vestra #ferdinand von aegir #ferdinand von aegir x reader #ferdinand x reader #fe3h x reader #fe3h scenarios

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agent-cupcake · 3 years ago

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it’s October which means that it’s time for some spooky scary yandere monster au’s, right?

Ferdinand von Aegir

Long haired, lacy ruffed, sips on blood like wine vampire Ferdinand has never met a human before, and certainly not a human as delicious smelling and lovely as you. He’s absolutely smitten. Unfortunately, the two of you are quite literally from different worlds. Since he cannot join your world (and why would he want to?) Ferdinand decides to bring you into his. To an immortal being, humans are more like pets than anything. Very weak, don’t know a lot, can get hurt easily, are very easy to steal away from their friends and family, need to be taken care of... Not that you know any of these things. All you know is suddenly waking up in some strange place, draped in silk and velvet and being told by this stranger (stranger? you can’t shake the feeling you’ve seen him somewhere before...) that this is your new home and dismissing any of your complaints or arguments as invalid because you simply don’t know any better. Ferdinand having issues controlling himself when it comes to your blood, juxtaposing his sweet, chivalrous behavior with raw violence and hunger. He truly feels bad for you when you cry about your family, when you beg to be let go. Most vampires wouldn’t understand or care, but he does. That pity begins to fade, though. At a certain point, he can’t help but feel like you’re doing it on purpose just to hurt him, that you’re not grateful for everything he’s done for you.

Claude von Riegan

Gorgeous, sunlight dappled satyr Claude stepping out from the trees, fascinated and excited by the sight of this lone human. Only loosely draped in robes, there’s little to hide his jaw-dropping physique. Equally as attention-grabbing, you can clearly see how those lovely thighs fade into the fur covered legs of a goat, complete with cloven hooves. Entranced, how can you help but to reach out and touch his ears to see if they’re real? That makes him shudder, warning you to be careful. All the same, Claude doesn’t stop you from running your fingers over the ridges of his horns, amazed and half certain this is a dream of some type. The discomfort fades fast due to his natural charisma and charm, you begin to relax. He shows you tricks with his bow, shooting things you toss in the air. You tell him stories, surprised at how interested he seems in your mundane life. Then the sun is setting and you tell him you need to go. He laughs like its a joke. He stops laughing when you get more insistent. When trying to entice you to stay doesn’t work, and when pretending to pout to get his way doesn’t work, Claude changes tactics. In the dark, the picturesque lake and field you enjoyed so much in the sun seems sinister. The moon illuminates his green eyes and all you can think is how inhuman your strange new friend looks when he stares at you like that.

Yuri Leclerc

Black winged fallen angel Yuri who you mistake as your guardian angel. Although he’s surprised, he accepts the role gladly. You’re sweet, you’re a good person. To him, you feel like a second chance. He finds himself infatuated with the sensation of being seen as an angel by you, addicted to the way you depend on him and show your affection for your protector. And the way you shyly ask to feel his wings, running your fingers over the soft feathers with a reverence he knows he doesn’t deserve but desperately craves all the time. You don’t even question why his wings are black, or why he has no halo. But nature is nature and Yuri is fallen. When you see him kill your actual guardian angel to keep you to himself, you realize the situation you’ve gotten yourself into and run away from him. That’s Yuri’s curse, he knows. For turning his back on God, he will lose everything he holds dear, his joy will never last. But you... you need him. It’s not just that he wants keep you safe, it’s that he’s the only one who can keep you safe, the only one who can possibly understand and care for you the way he does. Besides, it might be better this way. A guardian angel cannot do what needs to be done to protect their ward for fear of breaking the rules and being cast out. Yuri faces no such restrictions.

Felix Hugo Fraldarius

Demon hunter Felix can’t justifiably kill you as a demon because you’re still partially human. But under the codes that he lives by, someone with demon blood can’t be allowed to live among humans, either. This question of what to do, this agonizing uncertainty, draws him ever nearer to you, his conflict growing as he watches you from afar. You seem so human, so unaware. He recognizes you as a threat, as an enemy because he has to, but everything in him disagrees. At the point that he realizes he’s defending you from other hunters, Felix knows its gone too far. But he can’t kill you, choosing instead to steal you away and keep you locked up as an unhappy medium. Part of him is disgusted by it. Part of him hates you. Part of him hurts to see you suffer. Unfortunately, attempting to appeal to his emotional turmoil doesn’t work for you, only serving to make him more volatile. Rather than his guilt driving him to let you go, it forces Felix to clutch onto you tighter, disdaining you for your weakness despite what you are, angry at you for how human you seem when he feels so monstrous. Kiss or kill, it was only ever going to end one way or the other and Felix was never as emotionless as he needed to be.

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hurricaneonanesthesia · 3 years ago

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Can I ask for some headcanons of Sylvain and/or Ferdinand with noble fem reader that not only lies about not bearing a crest but also turns down every suitor (or makes them reject her) because she wants to be with Sylvain/Ferdinand?

Hi nonny! I see you have good taste lol

I hope that you like this! ~Admin Hurricane

Warnings: probably ooc ferdie *shrugs*

Word Count: 350+

Genre: fluff

Pairing(s): Sylvain x F!Reader, Ferdinand x F!Reader

Sylvain

Sylvain in classic Sylvain manner is gonna have a big head and immediately start flirting with you.

And you being a simp easily become flustered due to his advances against you. Naturally, Ingrid is there to straighten Sylvain out when he becomes too much for you to handle on your own

Of course, his behavior is only the way it is cause people want to take advantage of him because of his crest.

Sylvain is inclined to act all flirty towards you but his words don’t necessarily hold any meaning, that is until he realizes that like him, you’re plagued with the burden of bearing a crest, though you don’t necessarily go out and broadcast that kind of information, which he can understand

He definitely becomes much softer around you, baring his true self to you, unlike how he interacts with others

more utc!

Sylvain isn’t dumb, he can tell when people like him. He’s not ignorant to how your eyes linger on him for a split second too long, only for you to quickly look away when he notices.

Oh yeah, he’s kinda lovesick for you too. He’s glad that there’s someone who kind of gets where he’s coming from and doesn’t push him away even when he pushes you away.

For once, he’s actually jealous when he sees people flirting with you(he kinda has it bad), and is tempted to step in, but is pleasantly surprised to find you declining their offers of granting you a rich and luxurious lifestyle.

He’s flattered that you like him in that way and not just because he has a crest.

Ferdinand

Another noble? Why the great Ferdinand Von Aegir absolutely wants to introduce himself to you

He’s disappointed by your overall demeanor, you should be holding yourself to higher standards! You have an image to hold, so why wouldn’t you accept a suitor’s hand in marriage? Wait what—what do you mean you don’t want anyone but him

He’s caught off guard and panics a bit but smooths it over pretending that your words don't affect him that much

He’s less obnoxious about slamming your heritage in your face, seeing as you don’t really like mentioning it and the fact that you have a crest. He lessens up on the “oH yOUrE a NoBLe?!?! tAke pRiDe iN tHAt.”

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fire-emblem-drabbles · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Ferdinand x reader

Prompt: hanahaki make brain go brr

Description: At first, it wasn’t debilitating. In fact, it was rather easy to ignore, even if it hurt. Thoughts of him kept you going, after all. But with the petals came blood and with that came the thorns and leaves... until perfect little flowers were leaving your mouth and decorating the church grounds where you walked.

Content Warning: hanahaki, mentions of blood/coughing up blood or plants, angst, hurt/comfort

Rating: sfw

Word Count: 2249

Notes: I was gonna write “something small” before bed and i mean. its nearly 2:30 in the morning now if that tells you how that went. I also orginally wanted to end this not happy but... its been a while since I’ve posted anything u guys deserve a treat

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It started with a pain in your chest; tight, sudden and frighting. Enough to make you pause in the middle of battle and lurch forward, pain blossoming out like vines snaking across your body. In another moment, however, the pain is gone and you are reminded of the battle around you. Still, even the cuts across your skin nor the magic piercing your armor and rocking your core felt as bad as that pain in your chest. It wasn’t enough to stop you, though. Pain was temporary after all and you had a mission. Even if your thoughts did stray, your mind wandering to locks of orange hair and gleaming gazes, flashes of a bright smile despite the darkness around you…

The first petal was orange, sprinkled with your blood and laying innocently in the stark mess in your hand. You didn’t know what to think-- didn’t dare to think. Not when more pressing matters lied a foot. Edelgard needed you. Byleth needed you. All of your friends, your former classmates-- they need you. And you need them to. So, it was best to ignore these things. To push forward and pretend it never happened.

But of course, that didn’t work, not when you pinned for him so. More petals were soon to follow, your pain even worse that before. Red, golden, and still, orange. They fell delicately from your lips, your dark blood staining the blossoms. It was getting harder to hide how horrible you felt-- people were catching on. Seeing the petals fall from pretty lips, dark leaves following. What was this curse that afflicted you? You knew nothing. Only that, every time you thought of him-- of bright eyes and golden hair and sweet laughs and of his love-- did the pain in your chest begin and the flower of your heart begin to shed and weep. Perhaps, because, he would never love you. At least, not when their was war and sadness, when there was battle after battle so much so that it was hard to think.

Ferdinand von Aiegr was everything you wanted but could not have. He was your sun in this drear world; your hope, your want for a shinning new future, with him by your side. In Edelgard’s new world, in Fodlan’s new dawn, with him smiling by your side… You would be content. To love him, to kiss him and to know how it felt to be safe in his arms… You wanted it more than you wanted life its self. Perhaps that is why your soul wept, why petals so soft and so frail danced upon your lips and left your body wracked with pain and pinning. Ferdinand would not be yours. You feared, there was another that loved him and that he loved. And of course, above your own happiness, you wanted his, even if it was at the cost of your own. That was how much you loved him.

“You’re doing this to yourself, you know.” Lysithea had just bore witness to one of your rather bad attacks. There, sat in palm, as if it had just been cut from the garden, sat a perfect rose, dyed the color the of setting sun. No blood discolored its innocence but the thorns cut at your throat, blood dripping down your chin and staining already discolored armor.

“I know.” You cradled the rose, too afraid of what seeing a perfect flower meant for you. Meant for your life.

“This curse can be undone. Even if it doesn’t turn out in your favor, you don’t have to suffer. To die over this.” She gave you an uneasy look, one between a grimace and concern. “You’ve made it this far into this war. If you died now…” She clenched her fist, looking to the ground. “Please. I want you to be there with us when we welcome this new world.” You could tell she was close to tears. You were already crying.

“I want to be there too. I really do.” But how could you admit to her it really might kill you to see Ferdinand celebrate that victory with anyone else? “I’ll do everything I can be there with everyone. I promise.” You looked to her eyes and met a wary pink gaze.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

~*~

The rose didn’t die. At least, not while you were still breathing. And true to your word, you would not go down without a fight. But even with your life on the line, your found yourself a fool. Scared that, if Ferdinand did not feel the same… then in that moment you might cough up your very heart, stabbed through and through with vines thorned and roses blooming, only to see it wither before your very eyes.

“You have… so many now.” Ferdinand’s voice is nothing but sadness, eyes glancing around your room. Roses sit on every open surface in your room. It may have been romantic, were the colors not splattered with blood. Still, the roses are strong, never wilting. On your good days, they are bright, beautiful, welcoming. However, your have been bedridden for the past two days, too weak to even leave your room. A pile of petals and flowers sits beside your bed. Ferdinand is afraid to step in them, as if it may hurt you.

“I do. They represent my feelings, I think. How strong they are.” There is one rose you cherish, though. The perfect one that you made the day Lysithea spoke with you. It sits on your beside table, in a vase no less. “I didn’t even think I felt this deeply but… I continue to surprise myself.” Ferdinand doesn’t know how you managed to smile at him so. Your obviously in pain-- both physical and mental. Its enough to make anyone pity you.

“Your feelings…” Very few knew the real cause of your sickness-- your curse. Why flowers fell from you… “You… this… is it because?” Wide, sunset eyes caught your own. You nodded wryly.

“I’m in love. Helplessly, foolishly, in love.” You laugh a little, surprising Ferdinand even more. “And despite petals falling from my lips as I speak…” Your voice is horse. He wonders if he should have strained you at all by coming to visit. “I still find myself fearing that the person I love… may not love me back.” You cast your gaze to your perfect rose, gently plucking it from its home. “Even now, my heart beats wildly in my chest at the thought of confession.”

“You would rather face death than rejection?” Ferdinand asks and you nod.

“Nearly so, I’m afraid. I was prey to this curse because of my weakness, I think.” You aren’t looking at him, still trained on the rose in your hand. Lately, it seemed to be losing its once vibrant color…

“I’m… sorry to hear that.” Ferdinand sighs but his gaze never leaves you. “I had hoped that… you would be with us when this war is ended. I still pray you might.” He swallows heavy and finally catches your gaze meeting his.

“Ferdinand…” You take a heavy breath. “Would you… take this rose for me?” You ask, catching his off guard.

“Yes. I think it suits you better.” Gentle, as if you or it may break from his touch alone. “I think… this rose in particular is important. It was the first full flower I made.”

“And… you want me to have it?” He looks… uncomfortable. It doesn’t fill you with confidence but with a deep breath, you continue. You feel heat pool your cheeks, feel your heart start beating rapidly. The urge to fiddle with something, your hair, your bedspread, fills you but you push back the urge. This was simply another battle… Just another foe you had to conquer.

“To be honest… it was meant for you.” You’re unsure how you keep your voice even, your tone clear. “All this, these flowers and petals… they’re my feelings for you.” You can’t bare to look him in the eyes, see the look on his face-- you settle for instead watching your precious flower in his trembling hands.

“Me…? I-I did this?” His voice is shaking, and you feel yourself start to panic now but you remain calm.

“No, this was all my doing. I love you-- I love you so much Ferdinand, it physically began to hurt me.” You chance a glance at his eye to see them brimming with emotion. “Even if you don’t feel the same… it was killing me keeping this to myself.” Despite everything, you find yourself chucking softly. “And as much as I would like you to say you love me too… you don’t have to. Don’t think I’ll wither away without your love.” You try to smile at him but you think it comes out more a grimace.

“I had no idea…” He shakes his head, eyes closed in thought. “To think, you suffered this long… you were hurting and I had the power to fix it…” You can hear the tremble in his voice, see the way he holds back his tears. “No… this is as much my fault as it is yours. All this time I had the power to help but… foolishly, I too thought that you cared for someone else.” He kneels by your bedside now (still careful of your flowers; knowing now what they were, he cherishes them all the more) and looks to you, trembling smile gracing handsome features. “Knowing that you love them enough to fill a room with flowers from your own heart, what man could say no?” With his free hand, Ferdinand grabs one of your own. “I love you as well. Were that I could, I would have taken this pain from you long ago-- or even taken your place. To know that you suffered needlessly because of my own fears… its nearly unforgivable.”

“Ferdinand…” You lean your forehead to his. “It’s okay. I’m just… in disbelief that… you really…” You clutch his one hand with both of yours, the two of you unaware of the movement of petals around you. “Promise me its real. Please, say it again.” Your desperate, tears brimming in your eyes. Its all Ferdinand can do to oblige your request.

“I love you. I love you so much, _____, please, you don’t have to hurt any longer.” Ferdinand goes to brush some hair out of your face with his free hand, only to realize, in all this emotion, he had lost your rose. Frantic, he pulls back from you to find it. You, too look around, only to find all the flowers and petals and foliage around you has come together in the center of the room. With it, your dear rose. In the next moment, its rushing towards the both of you. In your panic, you cower. Ferdinand shields you and together, you expect the brunt of it to hit you-- but it never does. Instead, you peak an eye open to find the flowers made to magic before they hit you –and only you-- and once more become apart of you. It feels like your breathing anew, like your seeing the world for the first time.

“Ferdinand?” Your voice is much clearer and, as he gets a proper look at you Ferdinand realizes the color has returned to your features; you look more vibrant, more alive, as if the life once found in the flowers has returned to you. You look… so much more like yourself.

“How do you feel…?” His questions lingers as you look yourself over in amazement.

“I feel… so much better. So, so much better!” Your strength has returned anew as you easily tug Ferdinand off his place on your floor and into your bed and by your side. “And it’s all thanks to you, Ferdinand!” You cuddle him forth, moving too and fro with him in your arms. He laughs and gently, you let him go.

“Do not push yourself too hard. You have only just recovered, my love.” the pet name he gives you sends your heart soaring and you cannot help the grin that spreads over your features.

“As you wish… my dearest.” Ferdinand’s cheeks darken in return and you cannot help your giddiness. “I am simply… happy beyond words.”

“As am I.” He graces you with a dazzling smile. “You must promise me though… now that you are freed of your curse, promise not to leave me. I want to see an end to this fighting with you by my side.”

“Of course.” Your words come out not moments after his. “I have no intentions of dying now-- I have something very precious to protect now, after all. Just, promise me the same in return?” You grab his hand again and give it a gentle squeeze.

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you now.” He squeezes your hand in return and the two of you share a silent moment. Soon, all too soon, the two of you would have to leave the privacy of your room, to announce the good news. And even after that the two of you would be facing your final battle. But here, now, in this room that still lingers with the smell of fresh cut flowers… everything is nice, and sweet, and right… you can’t find it in you to leave it. So, for a moment longer you don’t. Because here, everything is okay… and for a long, long time, you haven’t had that.

#Ferdinand x reader #Ferdinand von aegir x reader #ferdinand von aegir #x reader #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem 3 houses #feh #hanahaki #this is super unedited #I wasn't expecting to write this much but here we are

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