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two guys who need to shut the fuck up!
#fe3h#fire emblem#bernadetta von varley#hubert von vestra#marquis vestra#gregoire von varley#black eagles#fe meta#text#ill only tag who theyre talking to for the sake of their fans ig#i think the hanneman support is interesting bc u get to see a side of hubert he tries to hide#but all of yuris supports with beagle women are so bad#also him being the friend was bad writing ❤️#could’ve been fucking ignatz and that wouldve been so much more interesting
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Minister things 💅 1. Wally is *that bitch* in school that everyone wants but no one can have 2. Marquis Vestra is a violent bisexual (purple is Gregoire)
#fe3h#few3hopes#marquis vestra#leopold von bergliez#gregoire von varley#waldemar von hevring#waldepold#do i have self control? no
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actually. nobody asked but i want to elaborate on this.
like i said, hubert is rational, and cold, or tries very hard to be - but he is also very emotionally biased regarding two most important people in his life (in both a good and a bad way) - edelgard, and his father. one who can do no wrong. one who could do no right.
just like the reason so many, both in game and in the fandom, dislike him so, is that his devotion and faith in edelgard is completely unshakable - there is nothing anyone could ever say or do to have him waver. this often makes him sound less like a right hand of a ruler and more like a religious zealot. there is lady edelgard’s side, and there is everyone else. you stand with her, or you die. this same kind of stubborn blindness caused completely by his emotions on the matter is present regarding his father, as well. his mind is made up so thoroughly, stuffed with so much feeling, there is no budging on it. ever. he will not debate it, or listen.
hanneman’s ‘by all means, cover your ears and run out of the room’ paints the picture of the situation perfectly - hubert ceases to act like a rational, grown man, and starts acting like a child throwing a tantrum. i think there is something there hubert is aware of - something he does not want to acknowledge, or remember - that makes him ‘cover his ears’. something that puts a wedge into his judgment, something he desperately wants to avoid confronting. that perhaps he knows that his father wasn’t a clean cut villain he has spend most of his life painting him to be. the easiest target of his resentment and anger ever since edelgard was taken. (‘better’ man or not, his father was the main point of conflict in hubert’s relationship to edelgard and servitude itself. but that’s another topic for maybe another day.)
regardless of whatever the goal of duke aegir was, speaking strictly of marquis vestra, everything hanneman says is completely believable. the emperor’s effort to take power away from the great families could mean anything from reduced input in executive decisions to something much more dangerous to not just the ministers, but their families as well. tale as old as history itself. the man hanneman speaks of - devoted to his service, but seeking no power of his own, just protection of those he cares about would naturally join the side rebelling against the reform; that is all without even touching on the microcosms of political machinations we don’t know about. but there’s also another thing - those who slither in the dark.
i don’t think we have sufficient evidence to state it as fact, but i also don’t think it’s far fetched to consider their influence in these events - and house vestra would be the one that would make the best target to strike. closest to the imperial line, living in the shadows and dealing in dirty jobs for a millennia and some. it’s like a backdoor to everything that happens in adrestia. hubert calls the elimination of the slithers ‘house vestra’s war’ - not edelgard’s. this shadowy business that the rulers of shadows will deal with. of course, much of it could be simply because it’s so personal to hubert himself - but perhaps there’s more to it. hubert’s family being hidden would make a really interesting addition to this idea - but i’m not sure how much speculation on it would be logical until it’s started bordering ‘written for the sake of creating a connection between hubert and lysithea (because we didn’t want to say she reminds him of young edelgard, for some reason)’.
all in all, house vestra’s history and dealings and machinations are hidden and obstructed by ten different invisible walls and misdirections and it’s just not possible to guess how much they knew, what they knew, or what they were threatened with, if they were. hubert himself has a great many secrets. secrets he’s willing to get executed for rather than share with his emperor. he could know plenty. he could have found out plenty as the years went on. but the same could most likely be said of his father - things he has done for the empire or for his family, that he wouldn’t share even with his heir - not that his son would care to listen, anyway.
i think hubert knows the man who would do all those things. someone who would be willing to be seen as nightmare given form if the stakes called for it. someone who is already doing it. hubert himself. and that is the one thing, the one thing he could never, ever bear. he does not ever want to be anything like his father, maybe knowing that the man he so fears to be has never truly existed at all.
let’s say you're right. suppose he did it to protect something he cared about. doesn't matter. doesn't change his actions or my judgment of them. my father was a traitor to house hresvelg and he deserved what he got. that was me protecting something i care about.
if what hanneman told hubert was true, if his father truly sided with duke aegir to protect his son, it would make for such a fulfilling and tragic story (regardless of whether the marquis was a ‘good’ man or not). there was never going to be resolution to the misunderstanding between them; hubert would never come to see his father’s point of view, no matter if they were able to discuss it or not. at that point, he was too traumatised and devoted to edelgard - a place he might have not ended up in if it wasn’t was for his father’s initial push. you told me to protect her, never leave her side, at the cost of my own life, now you’re telling me i shouldn’t stand by her at all? there is too much we don’t know about the politics of house vestra, of hubert’s father, his relationship to him, his mother, his siblings. i’m sure he was no father of the year by any means, but we have no way of knowing if he was truly so detestable, or closed off and willing to look the villain to protect those he cared about - just like hubert is. as much as he tries to come off as cold and rational, he is not immune to emotional bias - especially since he was so young when the brunt of it all happened. his father was a traitor that needed to be disposed of, to him. there was no way to ever change his mind, by then. but to what extent was that actually true? there are perspectives, events, influences and hidden truths neither us nor hubert have to ever make definitive judgment of the late marquis vestra.
#text post#fire emblem#fire emblem three houses#fire emblem three hopes#fe3h#hubert von vestra#marquis vestra#hanneman#hanneman von essar#fieldsofvarley
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Me: I’m gonna write this fic about transfem!Hubert!!
Me: *gets distracted talking about how much I love her lesbian stepmom*
#she’s been Mrs. Vestra’s mistress since before her youngest son was even born#and after the war they finally got married#and Hubert’s mom and siblings all took her last name to separate themselves from the late Marquis and Hubert#not bc they don’t love Hubert but because Hubert didn’t want them to be liabilities or in danger#hubert von vestra
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u cant write a story about Hubert intimidating me and making me fear for my life cuz that would turn me on and my inner brat would do everything to disobey and drive him to give me a good ol punishment which is what I wanted the entire time *dabs*
#oh waaah marquis vestra are u gonna kill me? dont threaten me with a good time#I know a certain sword you have that MIGHT make me shut up tho#*SLOBBERING IN THE DIRECTION OF HIS PINGAS*#help help im so thirsty I cant aaaaahhhhhh#im also really high#I want Hubert von Vestra to take edibles with me then take me out into the woods and fuck me
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On Ferdinand
[This was first posted to reddit about two years ago. I have a tumblr now, so I figured that I might as well cross post it. I haven't really seen anyone discuss this that I am aware of, so perhaps I can add something new to the FE3H discussion even after all these years.]
So, I've had some thoughts percolating for a while on Ferdinand and his most common fandom portrayals. I feel like there are a number of little inconsistencies in how I see him discussed that are worth exploring, and I'd like to to try and get a little deeper into the meat of who Ferdinand is and what his position entails in the world of Fodlan.
Ferdinand's Worldview
One thing that underlies a lot of my understanding of Ferdinand is that he recognizes that he, and the nobility in general, are raised with more power and resources than everyone else. However, rather than realize that this is a problem, as Edelgard does, his initial instinct is to justify it. This is the "just world fallacy" - the nobility must be better off because they are better, because they were raised to be suited for this role. It results in him clinging tightly to the concept of "nobility" as an aspiration. What goes unspoken is that in him mind, they need to behave this way to deserve their positions and privilege. Of course, this is concept demonstrably untrue (with his own father, to boot, as he is well aware), which is why he needs to "No True Scotsman" the nobility, disliking "nobles who are not noble" and attempting to urge the noble heirs around him to live up to the standards he has set for their behavior in his mind. (In his Hopes Leonie support, he "No True Scotsmans" literally every other noble.)
This will be relevant to my next two points.
Ferdinand's "Advice"
First of all, the fandom's standard understanding of the Ferdinand-Hubert C support is that it clarifies Ferdinand's actual ambitions. He may seem like he's trying to upstage Edelgard, but all he really wants to do is prove himself worthy to advise her! However, one piece of evidence sits uneasy with this understanding: Ferdinand's pre-timeskip advice box.
There are many citizens of the Empire who are currently in despair. I think it is time for a change in leadership. Perhaps someone new should ascend the throne? You would do well as a ruler, Ferdinand.
This is not the answer of a man who just wants to support Edelgard. It is, quite frankly, seditious. But I do think it is consistent with both Ferdinand's demeanor pre-timeskip and his Hubert C support. If you take a look at the current Adrestian political situation, after the Insurrection of the Seven Duke Aegir is currently the effective ruler of Adrestia, but he has not seized the throne. He still serves as Prime Minister, and his official job function is to "advise" the Emperor. It's just that Emperor Ionius has no choice in whether to follow this advice or not. There's no way Ferdinand is unaware of the current situation, he's the one to explain the Imperial nobility to Byleth.
Now, this puts Ferdinand's dedication to "advising" Edelgard in a very different light - and also recontexutalizes the Hubert C support. Hubert is a descendant of an Insurrectionist, and Marquis Vestra is currently one of the people pulling Ionius's strings. For Hubert to be following Edelgard subserviently must seem ridiculous to Ferdinand. Hubert's accusation of "sedition" and vicious insults of Ferdinand also make sense - to him, this is the heir of an Insurrectionist glorying in trying to maintain the status quo of the Insurrection. Of course he loathes Ferdinand.
Ferdinand's drive to one-up Edelgard seems a bit silly and anime-rival-like if he merely wishes to support her. However, if "advising" is not support but control, like the situation he would reasonably be expecting to inherit, then proving himself Edelgard's superior is vital to his self conception of the world. Upon graduation, he expects to be handed Edelgard's reigns. To maintain the self conception of nobility that I described above, he needs to prove to himself (and to the world, in his eyes) that he deserves this power over her, that he is worthy of it. He has every reason to expect, as per the advice box question, that he will be the actual de-facto ruler of Adrestia eventually, and I see no evidence that he intends to change this situation before Edelgard changes it for him (per his Goddess tower conversation, he does intend to take down his father, but this does not mean he intends to give up the power his father took - he mentions that he will need to "guide the Empire's subjects" in that selfsame convo).
This means that a SS/VW/AM Ferdinand thematically follow his father. He disagrees with Edelgard's actions, so he kills her, thus finishing the job his father started and completing the Insurrection. He will likely be the most powerful person in the former Adrestian territories for his troubles. Mission accomplished (hollow as he feels about it).
This isn't me attempting to argue that "Ferdinand bad." One of Ferdinand's most consistent character traits is his growth from his C-supports, and in CF he comes to realize that he does best in a supporting role (relevant to this, see his Byleth A support, which is all about him coming to terms with not being the most important/recorded in the history books, but playing a supporting role and improving the world anyway). But I don't think that he's this cinnamon roll golden retriever puppy that we kind of like to talk about him as. His actions pre-timeskip align with a man who is trying to prove to himself and the world that it is his right to usurp Edelgard's power and effectively rule in her stead.
Ferdinand's Ignorance
Now, one thing has consistently bothered me about the Edelgard-Ferdinand A support. Don't get me wrong, a lot of it is great! The suggestion of an education system for the general populace is downright revolutionary. But what bothers me is this line:
Ferdinand: From birth, nobles must excel. If we do not, we will be forced out of our houses. This environment breeds superior individuals, and they, in turn, recreate the rigorous environment for their own children. Without that cycle, there would be no political elite guiding the world towards prosperity.
This is a lie. This is just blatantly false. This does not happen. It is clearly a part of Ferdinand's justification for his own privilege that I discussed above. But he still believes it. Five years into a war against the nobility, five years at Edelgard's side, and he still believes this self-serving falsehood about the nature of the nobility. In CF, it doesn't really matter. The old ways are going down in flames, and in this very support he suggests an excellent step forward into the new world. But this support does have implications for him in the other routes, for his judgement and ability to accurately assess the world in front of him and not his fantasy projections onto it. His Hopes Leonie support reveals a similar complete disconnect on his part from how he views nobility and how literally all other nobles operate.
This theme of Ferdinand's ideas about the nobility not aligning with reality is also reinforced in his B-support with Lorenz, where he flat out admits:
Ferdinand: "[...] we can benefit from crossing the threshold and learning more about regular folk. We scarcely understand the reality of their lives."
But his lack of knowledge does not apply solely to matters of commoners and nobility. In the Ferdinand-Lysithea paralogue in Houses, Lysithea has to explain the political situation of Hrym to Ferdinand. It's his own family's protectorate territory, yet he flat out admits that he knows nothing about it. (Yes, Ferdinand's father may not have talked about Hrym to him, but it's been five years and Ferdinand canonically has been investigating his father's misdeeds, you'd think a non-CF Ferdinand would care to look into it a little.) Lysithea, on the other hand, who would not be expecting to inherit that territory and is in fact from a completely different country altogether, knows about it. It's a bad look for an unrelated Alliance noble to be informing an Imperial noble of what has been happening in territories that his family is (at least nominally) overseeing.
All together, the picture painted is one of a profound ignorance of the world on Ferdinand's part.
This is mirrored by his many, many C-supports where he hurts someone completely unintentionally - out of ignorance. Now, in most of these support chains, Ferdinand is interacting either with social equals or with a songstress made of pure gumption, so they can and do call him on his ignorance and he learns a valuable lesson and grows as a person. Ferdinand is absolutely capable of growth, but mostly when the fault is pointed out to him. But, after the game, who will inform him of his ignorance when it comes to the reality of the world? The people under him? No, there's a power differential there. His peers? No, he's probably one of the most sensible and competent nobles (low bar as that is). Honestly, I don't think anyone will.
Anyway, that's my case for Manuela for Prime Minister.
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OC Profile: Rosamund
art by @/nessiemccormick, edited down to icon size by me
"You wish to know more about Rosamund? She's rather easy to talk to, once you get past that Vestra pride. Though I honestly don't know her that well, given how Hubert didn't even tell me of her existance until recently. She also tends to keep people at dog's length from her at all times. Yes, I mean 'dog'." -- Edelgard, about Rosamund.
Full name: Rosamund von Vestra Nicknames: Rosa (Raphael, Mercedes, Caspar, Constance, Claude), Rosebud (Hapi), Rosie (by Dorothea), Petal (For Hubert Use Only), Little Rose Wolf (Yuri) Birthday: Day 6 of the Harpstring Moon, 1165 Age: 15-16 (Pre-TS), 20+ (Post-TS) Crest: None Family: Marquis Iason von Vestra (Father, Deceased), Medee (Mother), Hubert (Older Brother), Tancred (Younger Brother), Rigel (Best Hound) Nationality: Adrestia Titles: Master of the Hounds, The Thorn Huntress, Devoted Bloom Voice Claim: Jeannie Tirado (leaning more towards Rose from Resident Evil Village in tone)
Interests: Hunting, History of Fódlan and surrounding nations, Weapons and training, Singing Likes: Sweets, Dogs, Her brothers, Fish, Healthy Competition, Saint Cichol Dislikes: Her father, The Church, Saint Seiros, Noble Society, Liars, Formal Dresses, Herself
Favorite Meals: Super Spicy Fish Dango, Pheasant Roast with Berry Sauce, Pickled Rabbit Skewers Liked Meals: Saghert and Cream, Sweet Trio Bun, Grilled Herring, Sautéed Jerky, Small Fish Skewers, Fried Crayfish Disliked Meals: Daphnel Stew, Bourgeois Pike, Cheesy Verona Stew, Gautier Cheese Gratin
Tea Preferences: Lavender Blend, Almyran Pine Needles, Mint Tea, Rose Petal Blend
Liked Gifts: Hunting Dagger, The History of Fódlan, Fishing Float, Smoked Meat, any flower, Stylish Hair Clip Disliked Gifts: Gemstone Beads, Goddess Statuette, Blue Cheese, Book of Crest Designs
Lost Items:
Book of Hunters' Fables: A hand written book of fables and folk songs shared by hunters from across the continent. Looks well read.
Family Dagger: A dagger with a pink blade and a green handle. Reminds you of primroses.
Children's Music Box: A silver music box that plays an unfamiliar lullaby. There's the coat of arms of an Adrestian Family on the lid.
Starting Class: Noble Preferred Class Path: Noble --> Fighter/Myrmidon --> Archer/Thief --> Sniper/Assassin Strength: Bow, Sword Weakness: White Magic, Black Magic, Dark Magic Budding Talent: Authority Personal Skill: 'Howling Shot', increases power against Demonic Beasts by +5.
Weapons Starting Levels:
Sword: D Lance: E+ Axe: E Bow: B Brawling: E Reason: E Faith: E Authority: C Heavy Armor: E Riding: E+ Flying: E
Base Stats:
HP: 25 Str: 7 Mag: 1 Dex: 8 Spd: 6 Lck: 7 Def: 6 Res: 7 Cha: 9
Learned Faith Spells: ??? Learned Reason Spells: ???
Recruit Requirements for Canon-Compliance AUs: Crimson Flower requires C-support with Hubert and Edelgard, and B-support with Petra or Bernadetta. Verdant Wind requires B+ Rank or Higher of Flying, Faith, and Reason, and must have majority of Black Eagles and Ashen Wolves recruited. Cannot be recruited on Blue Lions or Silver Snow.
Potential Supports:
Byleth
Hubert
Tancred
Medee
Edelgard
Petra
Linhardt
Caspar
Dorothea
Bernadetta
Ferdinand
Jeritza
Mercedes
Felix
Sylvain
Ashe
Annette
Claude
Leonie
Raphael
Lysithea
Yuri
Hapi
Constance
Seteth
Flayn
Shamir
Hanneman
Manuela
Crit Quotes:
You wish!
For my brothers!
How annoying.
I'll never lose!
You call that a shot?
I thought you'd be a challenge.
I'll cut you down!
Time for the hunt!
No goddess can save you.
Defeat Quotes:
I can't fall here. Best to pull back for now.
That...could have gone better.
I'm sorry, brother. I failed you.....
Your Majesty, please....look after my family.....
I guess I truly am....the weakest Vestra.....
Skill Level Increase Quotes:
I can use this on the hunt.
This is easy as pie.
Another day, another lesson.
I can do that? Explains a lot. (Budding Talent)
I....I actually do that? (Magic)
Level Up Quotes:
As to be expected of a Vestra.
Excellence comes with hard work.
Getting stronger and wiser.
Missed the mark, it seems.
I can hear the old man scoffing from the grave.
Not sure I have much left to learn.
Gift Quotes:
Liked Gifts: Oh, I love this! How did you know?
Neutral Gifts: Thanks. This will be useful for later.
Disliked Gifts: You might have better luck elsewhere.
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While I do like Hubert and Hanneman's b support, it uh. Definitely made me like Hanneman less 💀 also marquis vestra being replaced by an agarthan when Hubert was a child would be kinda cool ngl however. Still doesn't make hanneman defending him sit right with me
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since i'm back from my vacation, getting back into my writing groove, and about to finish up the next chapter of my crossover fic, i figured i'd better make a big effortpost to promote it!
Aria of the Black Eagle is a very loose "retelling" of Symphogear G that goes off the rails before it even begins when Edelgard von Hresvelg, Emperor of Adrestia, inexplicably appears in the middle of Tokyo with the ability to fluently speak every human language, rising pop star Maria Cadenzavna Eve suddenly finds herself in the possession of a mysterious magical stone, and Adrestia's top sniper, Bernadetta von Varley, becomes the captive of a certain trio of monsters eager to prove themselves to the mysterious Illuminati.
Also, tall, dark, and arguably handsome Adrestian marquis Hubert von Vestra's life takes an unexpected turn after being bitten by a radioactive Hibiki Tachibana an accidental head-on collision with a J-pop powered magical girl at terminal velocity.
Continuing my longstanding tradition of An Eagle Among Lions' notoriously massive novella-sized chapters and shameless Edelgard fan pandering, Aria of the Black Eagle is a big, meaty longfic you can, should, and must really sink your teeth into, especially if you want to know the answers to burning questions like "how many characters in this anime are Just Like Edelgard?" or "Where does Tsubasa Kazanari's dad fall on the sliding scale of Bad Fire Emblem Dads?" or "what sort of songs would Hubert sing if he were a song-powered magical girl?"
Thank you for reading!
#fire emblem three houses#symphogear#crossover#fanfiction#the cross section of people with symphogear brainworms and people with edelgard von fireemblem brainworms is small but i do it for them#also i'm very proud of the logo i made for at least the first half of the fic#the second half of the fic will have its own cool logo and i'm very excited for it#but i can't show it yet because of spoilers...
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To Inherit the Night 11
She cried in the carriage. She cried for the two days it took them to reach the city, until her eyes burned and she she had no tears left. The carriage driver never said a word, though she was sure he could hear her.
They were real tears, but usually she would have pushed them down, never would have cried in front of someone she hardly knew—now she’d use it as a pike.
After all, she was sure the carriage driver would talk about the battered peasant girl Marquis Vestra paid to have delivered, a peasant girl who sobbed for the entire journey. And when she arrived with red-rimmed eyes and a dress that made her look even thinner than she was, the servants would whisper and soon everyone would be talking about the poor girl Marquis Vestra dragged to Enbarr.
Hubert she would have to be careful with, but he’d spent the entirety of their time at the academy underestimating her—all she had to do was play into his preconceptions, his assumptions.
He’d probably force her into his service, make her spy for him, assassinate rivals, pave the way for a new Adrestian Empire with blood and crushed bone. Then she could be selectively defiant, purposely incompetent as long as it was believable, just really gum up the works, all while hopefully funneling information out to her birds and by extension to the Alliance.
Of course, that was assuming he didn’t just throw her in a cell to rot. For most people that would be a worst case sort of situation, but for her it might be best. It’d be easy for her to slip out whenever she wanted with her shadows, easy for her to case half the palace while she was at it. Even if they cast Silence on her, or put her in some sort of anti-magic cuff she’d be fine, because none of that worked on whatever it was she could do. She wasn’t eight anymore, she’d long since figured out how to break out of any bindings.
As long as he didn’t drug her unconscious and bleed her.
Then her power would drain away with her blood.
The thought was enough to make her nauseous.
It was a possibility—Hubert was working with Arundel, after all, and he’d do anything to secure Edelgard’s victory and her blood would go a long way towards that.
Still, it was a chance she’d have to take.
She really was a wretched thing, to know without hesitation that she would allow herself to be used for such destruction if only it saved her brother. But the world didn’t matter without him in it, wouldn’t even exist, for her, had it not been for him.
She’d burn it all to the ground herself, if she lost him. Because she was a monster, the like of which even she didn’t yet know.
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Edelgard had warned him about his chosen course of action with the Savage Mockingbird’s lovely little dove.
“She will not bow to the rules of your games so easily, Hubert,” she had said with a raised brow. “You would have much more luck pursuing her affection in a more traditional manner, lest she resent you.”
“I—I do not want her affection. I am simply mitigating a threat to the Empire and ensuring another ring of spies.”
“You could ensure the same without insisting on marrying her.”
“Perhaps. Though the issue of her bloodline would remain.”
“Or is it simply the fact that you can’t bear the thought of her with someone else?”
He hadn’t said anything to that, the answer plain even to himself. He’d convinced himself that he’d be fine with her hating him, as long as she was safe. Right up until her carriage pulled up outside the palace.
She wore a simple, patched dress, half of her hair braided back from her face and tied with a ragged violet ribbon. There was a fading bruise on her jaw and and her face had sharpened in the last four years—judging from the way the fabric of her dress hung from her frame he’d guess she’d skipped more than a few meals. But she still had the same shock of white hair, the same mismatched eyes—eyes that burned with a barely concealed fury, red-rimmed from crying.
She ignored the hand he offered to help her descend from the carriage, leaping to the cobblestone with little regard for decorum.
She’d suffered, in the time they’d spent apart, and suffered greatly. It wasn’t unexpected, but it was hard to stomach the reality of it in front of him.
She glared at him before turning to the carriage driver and thanking him, forcing a smile until she turned back to him, looking at him with the same sort of disgust as one might a cockroach.
“If you have harmed a single hair on his head—“ she began, voice trembling as she spoke.
“He is unharmed, as promised. I am true to my word, Cecily, in case you have forgotten.”
“Take me to him. I won’t agree to anything until I see him.”
“As you wish,” he said, leading her into the palace. He could practically feel her rage roiling off her, see it in every tensed muscle. He was quite sure she wished nothing more than to throttle him.
She followed him silently through the halls of the palace, ignoring him completely as he carefully unlocked a door and held it open for her.
Yuri sat on the narrow bed, his usual flippancy replaced with resignation.
She darted to his side as soon as Hubert opened the door. He couldn’t help but see the hopelessness in the other man’s eyes, resentment flashed his way as she threw her arms around him.
“Yuri! I’ve been so worried—“
“You shouldn’t have come, you know it’s a trap.”
“I don’t care. I could never leave you here—“
“He’s just exchanging one hostage for another. Cecily—“
“Don’t, don’t you dare. It’s my choice.”
“Cecily—“
“I won’t hear it, Yuri. Not after everything you’ve done for me.”
Hubert knew he deserved both their ire, had expected it, but he hadn’t expected the look of pure devastation that flashed across Yuri’s face as Cecily buried her face in his shoulder. He’d always been so good at schooling his expression, at keeping up his perfect little facade. It was the first time he’d seen it slip.
It was gone a moment later, replaced by loathing as his eyes flicked to Hubert’s face.
“This is low, even for you,” he said, venom dripping from his words. Hubert stared back impassively, an art he’d mastered at an extremely young age. He felt it crack just a little as a ragged sob escaped her chest, the sound muffled by Yuri’s shoulder.
“I’ll give you ten minutes,” he said, checking his pocket watch. “Then we’ll talk terms.”
Neither of them answered him, so he stepped out into the hall, leaning against the wall. He should be listening to what they were saying, he knew, but he needed a moment to settle himself.
He’d thought, maybe upon seeing her, that he’d realize that he’d made whatever affection he held for her larger in his head, that it was magnified by nostalgia. Or maybe he’d hoped. Instead, he found himself discomposed at the sound of her grief, a disconcerting fact considering the amount of traitors and spies he’d heard cry and beg for their lives and felt nothing but disgust.
Having her near was dangerous, should anyone realize that she could be used against him, harmed in order to harm him. But the alternative would allow Arundel to capture her, torture her, do every awful experiment—
No, he could shoulder her ire, her hatred, her grief and hold it against his soul. He could prevent one atrocity, then, and she in turn could help him exterminate Arundel and his ilk from the face of the earth come war’s end. It was all for the greater good, for Lady Edelgard’s dream.
And perhaps a little of his own selfishness.
He took a deep breath and turned back to the door, to the voices that had raised behind it.
“You can’t Cecily, you can’t, I won’t let you—“
“You’re not letting me do anything, it’s my choice and only my choice.”
“It’s not, it’s not, you know it’s not.”
“He said he would execute you, Yuri!”
“And you should have stayed far away! You know—you know who he’s working with, you know what they’ll do—“
“I don’t care. I don’t care, I could never leave you here, leave you here to die—“
“And what do you expect me to do? You expect me to leave and let them do whatever awful thing they have planned?”
“Yes! Yes, I do, because I can bear it. You know I can, and everyone needs you. I need you out there.”
“Do you think I need you less? You’re a damn fool—“
“Maybe I am. But it’s my choice and you won’t make me change it.”
“I’m not—I’m not writing your name in my book, Magpie, I’m not—“
“You know they don’t want me dead. Not right away.”
“There are things worse than death! What they’d done to you when I found you—“
“I survived, Yuri. I always do. Just—please understand. I have to. You’re the only family I have left. They’re not getting you, too. Please, please let me be selfish.”
Hubert pushed off from the wall, opening the door once more. They both turned to look at him, Cecily’s face slicked with tears. She’d always been so guarded with her emotions, hiding everything under a smile but now—there were breaking points for everyone.
He knew that better than most.
“I believe it’s time we ironed out the details. Cecily, if you’ll come with me,” he said stiffly, ignoring the murderous look Yuri shot him.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Cecily stammered, hugging him so tightly it must have hurt. “I promise, I promise everything will be okay.”
“Cecily, please don’t. Please—“
“It’ll be okay,” she said, stepping away, smiling at Yuri even as her lip trembled She turned away before he could see the fresh wave of tears rolling down her cheeks, the way her smile crumpled as she held back a sob. Hubert stepped wordlessly into the hall, locking the door after Cecily followed. She trailed behind him, silent, her head bowed, but he could hear her uneven, stuttering breaths, hear how she tried to force them to even out, how she held them when she couldn’t, until she needed the next breath.
He’d done that. He’d done all of that.
They thought he was going to hand her over to Arundel, that he was going to torture and experiment on her, possibly until it killed her, and she’d still agreed. She’d come willingly, without an ounce of hesitation.
No wonder her eyes had been red when she arrived.
He led her to his office, shutting the door behind her before crossing to his desk and pulling out a sheath of documents. He slid them across the desk towards her along with a quill and a bottle of ink, pretending not to see her surreptitiously wipe the tears from her cheeks as she tried to compose herself.
“I don’t intend you harm, nor do I intend to allow anyone else to harm you,” he said, keeping his eyes on the documents on the desk. “But you simply cannot be allowed to continue as you have. You’ve caused me quite the headache.”
She turned towards him, her face impassive even if it was still clear she’d been crying. She approached the the desk as if expecting to be struck, eyes scanning the documents. She froze when she reached the contract, her already pale face whitening. She looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes.
“You’re joking. Tell me you’re joking and you really intend to send me to the front lines. That you intend to make me spy for you. That you intend to lock me in the dungeon and forget about me.”
“I am not.”
“W-why?”
“Isn’t marriage how most political alliances are ensured? The Empire could use the Savage Mockingbird’s network of spies and I need you to stop with your little extermination project. In return they are spared criminal prosecution and you live in relative comfort.”
She made a face, before turning back to the documents, taking a shuddering breath. She stared at it for a long moment, though he could see she wasn’t reading it.
“House Vestra has no Crest,” she said evenly.
“I am well aware,” he replied, raising a brow. She searched his face, something about her expression unreadable, though there was a flash of something that passed too quickly for him to place. Then she turned back to the contract.
She shook as she stared at the document, biting her lip. He didn’t think she was really even seeing it, not with the way her eyes seemed to stared through it.
“And if I sign it, if I agree, then Yuri goes free?”
“He works for the Empire, obeys Imperial commands, checks in when he’s supposed to.”
“And if he changes his mind, after? You won’t hurt him—“
“If he falls in line he’ll be well-compensated and have relative freedom. If he deserts, I will ensure he never sees you again. Otherwise you will be able to see each other at my discretion.”
She made a face, staring off into the middle distance as she seemed to war with herself over something. It was a full five minutes before she finally spoke.
“I—I want something else, if I sign. I want Yuri to go free and I want something else.”
“And what would that be?” He asked warily. He’d expected her to contest the terms, to want to secure herself money or property or some semblance of independence. She’d never been materialistic, but he expected her to lash back at him in any way she could. And it wasn’t as if it would be that different from any other sort of noble marriage agreement.
She pursed her lips, curling and uncurling her hands into fists, looking as though she might burst into tears again.
“There were people in Abyss we got out before you attacked the monastery. People who had nowhere else to go. Urchins and…war-orphans. My work paid for them, and if I can’t any longer—I want you to find someplace decent for them to live, far away from Arundel’s lands. I promised those kids they’d never go hungry. My last purse won’t cover more than two months, for all of them. I—that is my price, that you bring them to safety and keep them housed and clothed and fed.”
He was taken aback for a moment, a rarity.
He searched her face, her agonizing and fear entirely explained. What she was asking—she was handing him a pronged collar when he’d simply asked for a lead, and she knew it.
She’d always had a soft heart. It was a terrible trait in an assassin.
He wordlessly took the contract and added a clause that he would personally take responsibility for the denizens of Abyss as the Marquis Vestra and that he would see them housed comfortably, clothed, and fed. He turned it back for her to read. He watched her eyes flick over it, check the wording twice before she nodded.
She stared at him for a long moment, something hollow behind her eyes, before she took a deep breath and signed the bottom of the document.
“Is that all?” she asked quietly.
“It should be sufficient,” he replied, putting the papers back into the drawer. “I’ll see you to your chambers.”
“M-my what?”
“The chambers that you’ll stay in until we are wed.”
“Can’t I go see Yuri? We barely spoke.”
“Your next visit will be based on how cooperative you both decide to be.”
“And what exactly do I need to do to be cooperative?”
“If you do as I say and do not create a nuisance of yourself.”
She stared at him looking so utterly lost. It made his chest ache.
Still, he motioned for her to follow him, leading her through a maze of halls. Usually guest chambers would be in the eastern wing, but he had secured chambers off the Inner Gardens, near his own chambers and far, far from where Lord Arundel stayed when he came to the palace.
He unlocked the door and stepped aside to allow her entry. It was a small suite, as far as those along the Inner Gardens went, with only a small sitting room, bath chamber, and a bedchamber, but it was the most easily protected and out of the way enough that no one had any reason to even pass by. There was a small balcony where she could enjoy the gardens, though she had no access to them, with a pair of lounge chairs on it.
Cecily stood in the middle of the sitting room, just staring, for a long time. When she finally spoke it was barely more than a whisper.
“Am I allowed to roam the castle, or do you intend to confine me to these rooms?”
“Until the wedding you will stay here unless you accompany me somewhere at my request.”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Will my bag be brought up?”
“I will see that it is, along with some entertainment. If you are hungry I can have the kitchens send something up, otherwise dinner will be brought at six.”
She shook her head, still looking dazed. He frowned, but didn’t press the issue.
“There will be a guard stationed outside your door around the clock. If you should need something, knock and they shall see it fetched. Do you require anything before I take my leave? I have important business to attend to elsewhere.”
She shook her head again, shoulders curling in as she continued to stare. Hubert left without saying anything further, locking her in before flagging down a palace guard to stand watch until his own agent relieved him.
He kept a brisk pace until he reached his office and closed the door, locking it behind him. He leaned against it, squeezing his eyes shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
It would have been better if she’d stayed furious with him. He wished she’d screamed at him or tried to hit him or anything besides the resigned desolation she’d met him with.
He’d broken her.
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He’d made sure he could see her rooms from his. She kept the curtains shut tight, but he could see her sitting on the little balcony, her feet propped up on the rail. He’d been watching her off and on for over an hour since he’d retired to his study to finish his reports as he usually did in the evening. She’d originally gone out to smoke, a habit she must have picked up since he’d last seen her, and she’d just sat on the railing itself, staring up at the black sky.
The city lights blocked out all the stars.
She’d stayed, though, after she’d finished, occasionally shifting position as she stared into the darkness. He’d thought at one point she might have been reading something, but she’d left no light on in the sitting room behind her to illuminate anything, hadn’t even bothered to light the fire.
She hadn’t eaten, either. Her dishes had returned to the kitchen untouched.
He’d address it if it became a habit. For now he’d let her be, let her adjust as best she could. He looked up at a knock on his chamber door, tearing himself away from his voyerism. He crossed back through his sitting room to answer the door, fully annoyed at being interrupted. He swore if it was Ferdinand—
“Do you have a moment?” Edelgard asked.
“Of course,” he said, stepping aside to let her in. “I’ll make tea.”
She nodded, crossing to sit on one of the couches in front of his coffee table, directly in front of the white pieces of his chess board. He watched her consider the pieces a moment as he made tea before resolutely making her move.
They often played as they talked, something they had begun doing as children. They were evenly matched, simply trading victories when they didn’t end in stalemate. He enjoyed it, though they had been playing so long they both knew what the other would do practically before they did it. Somewhere around Edelgard’s thirteenth birthday the whole thing had become rather mindless, something to do with their hands, an excuse to sit for an hour in quiet conversation, conversation no one would expect was plotting revolution.
“I heard Cecily arrived,” Edelgard said as he set the tea service down. He considered the board a moment before making his move and turning back to the service to make her cup—a splash of milk and far too much sugar.
“She did,” he said, setting it by her elbow as she countered his pawn.
“And?” she asked pointedly. “What happened? How is she?”
“Half starved to death and covered in bruises. She agreed to the terms without a fight.”
Edelgard furrowed her brows. “That seems odd, considering her reaction in the Tomb.”
“She’d come under the assumption that I planned to give her to your uncle for further experimentation. So I suppose marriage to myself is preferable to indefinite physical torture, though only just. She did suggest I instead throw her in a cell and allow her to starve to death.”
“You know that I didn’t mean it that way.”
“I do.”
“She’ll come around. Did you explain anything to her?”
“She could hardly look at me. I considered it cruel.”
“Well, you did hold Yuri hostage.”
“Yes, but I expected her to be furious, not—“ he broke off, shaking his head.
“Not what?”
“She was desolate. Broken.”
“You threatened to kill her brother and she assumed you meant to imprison and torture her, Hubert. I told you it was a terrible idea.”
He said nothing, pretending to concentrate on their game. He could already see he would lose.
“Have you at least tried to explain any of it to her?”
“She will only think I’m lying. If she will listen at all.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Oh? Did you forget what she did when the Church assigned us to hunt down Sylvain’s older brother?”
Both she and Miklan had been covered in blood by the time the Professor and the rest of the class had caught up to her. She hadn’t even bothered to unsheathe her sword, instead somehow leaping on his back and clinging on as she plunged one of her tiny throwing daggers into whatever flesh she could reach, so long as it wouldn’t kill him quickly. She hadn’t stopped when he’d plunged the Lance of Ruin into her shoulder and he doubted, had the professor not dealt the decisive blow that knocked her from his back, that she would have stopped until he resembled hamburger meat or transformed into a demonic beast beneath her.
“That was entirely different.”
“Because he’d actually killed her mother, rather than just allying with her murderers?”
“Because she hated Miklan.”
He huffed a laugh, utterly devoid of humor. “I can assure you, she loathes me.”
Edelgard appeared unconvinced. “If you only explained to her the reality of it then perhaps she would realize we are all of the same heart when it comes to my uncle’s ilk.”
“I think it best if I leave her be, for now.”
“You mean to leave her in those rooms without company?”
“I’m sure she’d prefer it to mine.”
“Or the solitude will drive her to desperation.”
Hubert flicked over his king, conceding the match. Edelgard gave him a piercing look.
“This would all be much simpler if you only admitted your affection for her and explained the danger you’re attempting to mitigate.”
“Or she’d use it as a knife to drive into my back.”
Edelgard gave him a look, brow raised. “I think she’d at least have the decency to stab you in your front. She was sweet on you, after all.”
“That was a long time ago,” he said, trying not to think of the way she used to smile at him, crooked and unrestrained, her mismatched eyes sparkling with mischief. Not the hollow, tear-stained cheeks and dead eyes of the girl he’d seen today.
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It's been a while for me since I played 3h but I do remember Hubert having some kind of vague resentments toward his dad? Like it wasn't just political expediency but also a two in one for some age old grudge that he clearly never resolved. But I think that actually kind of makes it better (and funnier)
He blames his father for participating in the Insurrection of the Seven, and for his role in Edelgard being taken into Faerghus. The timing of Marquis Vestra's murder is still pure politics though, especially when Edelgard's other enemies in the Empire are only arrested.
It is still very funny that he'd kill his own father for so little, very much in line with those FE4 examples. And like I said in the video, also an example of how the male dark magic users' backstory drama is not actually about them but is instead about how they react to the suffering inflicted on the women in their lives.
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A package has been left by the Imperial Spy's Delivery Boy on Hubert's desk. A letter with the imperial symbol lay stamped neatly on top under the twine tying it to the parcel. When opened, it's written in the signature Vestra Cypher: "My Dearest Hubert, Another year has passed, and I am thankful to celebrate it with you. My goodness, you have grown so much. I am unable to see your face up close, but from the presentations you've given with Her Majesty in Enbarr you have become a fine young man indeed. Though I do worry about how much you're eating. Your cheeks have gone a bit thin, and I know you've always had a picky palette, but please listen to Lady Edelgard when she's asking you to rest. Lest you enjoy giving me more gray hairs. Your siblings are doing well. Your sister, ever antsy, has been taking her homeschooling as well as she can, but she misses her friends. She's always complaining about when you're going to come visit us. She knows you're a busy fellow, but she's always looked up to you as soon as she could crawl. I keep having to ration her sugar intake with the war provisions; you know how many cakes she can put away. Your brother's getting taller, though I don't think he'll be as tall as you once he's grown. He's nearly in his teens now, and he's been working very hard on his studies and on learning to ride. I take them out when the weather's nice and I hear from the Vestra Intelligence Network that the area's safe enough. Both of them miss you terribly. I'm hanging on, but I will admit some days are harder than others. I never got to tell you properly, but I don't hold ill will for the incident with the Late Marquis. I loved him, yes, but I still can't look past what he put Her Magesty and you through. Our union was far from smooth, but know you and your siblings were made from love, and despite what you think of him, I know your father loved you all in his own way. I know the decisions you made are for trying to make a better world. Your siblings have it in spades, when they're older I'll be more transparent with them. Such is the life of the Vestra, isn't it? I'm still in good health. I make sure to take walks and keep my ears to the ground in the markets. Nothing formally to report besides old maid gossip, but I think that'd hardly interest a young man like yourself. With the weather change my joints ache a bit, but I've made sure to do my stretches. We believe in you, my dear, and you know if you ever need to, you can come home for a reprieve. Our door is always open for you. I've included a little something for you, a mother worries are always endless. A little something for Her Majesty as well. Tell her I'm thinking of her during this time. Long may she rule. Until I see you again, I love you very much. Happy Birthday my dear, You've made your mother proud. With all the love a mother can give, Lady Vestra" In the parcel's brown paper are an assortment of handmade confectioneries with Lady Vestra's swooping penmanship on a small card with weathered stationary "For My Lady". In a sleek black box holds a golden pocketwatch, ticking quietly. There's a small portrait of his mother and siblings smiling back at him. There's also a small cake in a glass dome, the smell unmistakably his mother's baking. One she would make him when he was a boy.
Ah. Another package from Mother. With her usual keen eye for gift-giving, I see. Childhood confectioneries for us to share in now and a pocketwatch for me to carry always. A suitable choice.
Although she knows full well I consider the portrait to be evidence to conceal rather than a present expressly... I supposed I can humor her giving nature on occasion. They do appear well, at least in this artist's interpretation.
I shall have to thank the delivery boy once again for his discreet service. Not so much as a wrinkle in the parchment either. She would be proud.
"Mother,
I should have known you mark this passage of time more closely than I. Hopefully it is some comfort to you that you are not the only one making note of my birthday, so the celebration lives up to what you would no doubt prefer for the occasion.
There will be no finer birthday than the one where we may meet in person. Through Her Majesty and our allies, that day comes closer with each battle. Some day, you will not have to wait for Imperial presentations to meet with me from such a distance that I cannot see you as well.
You needn't worry about my diet, I assure you. I eat when I must and ensure I receive the necessary nutrients, if only because I'm eating with my peers from time to time. I trust that you will ask Lady Edelgard to verify my claims, and you know she would not lie on my behalf in these matters.
As you also know that I will rest when the war allows. Gray hairs are merely a sign of your compassion and wisdom, my darling mother, and they suit you.
Extend my condolences to my sister, both for her containment and separation from her friends. Her lessons may be a cold comfort of sorts, but I am proud to hear she has taken to them so well. I shall have to reward her with a visit in the near future. While I can't say I agree with her choice of role model, far be it from me to avoid her company. Perhaps I might sabotage your efforts slightly by arriving with a cake. I hope only that you can find it in your heart to forgive me for this egregious slight.
If his opinion is unchanged on the matter, I'm certain my brother will be glad to not share my height. Privacy and going unnoticed have always been rather important to him. I'm very grateful that you are supporting him in his studies and riding lessons, and it gives me no small amount of peace to know the area is secure before he focuses on learning.
Their absences in my life are dearly felt. Though it is beyond me to know if they are better off knowing or not knowing that particular fact. I leave it in your capable hands to decide.
It weighs heavy on my heart to hear of your struggles, but that is balanced with the honor of knowing you can confide in me. I hope you know that that will never change. Even if you were to look on the incident with my late father with disgust, I would remain a bastion for you. We do not have to agree on the former Marquis' capacity for anything resembling love in order for me to be a loyal son to you. I am grateful for your presence to guide my brother and sister to make the most of the world we will create in the ruins of tyranny. The future is theirs to claim and shape for the better with far less bloodshed.
Secrecy is an unfortunate necessity for the Vestras now, yes, but I hope it shall not be forever. That there will come a time when transparency and truth let all of you live your lives fully and in the open.
All the better that you do so in good health, as you enjoy now. You have always been so spirited that I should hardly be surprised to hear you are doing work of your own on these walks to the market. All I ask is that you exercise caution. For your sake, I would greatly prefer that you never hear anything more severe than old maid gossip.
If you require anything to do your stretches in comfort or to help manage the symptoms of the shifting weather, you need only ask. Home is far more than a place, as you know, and I am here for you as you are for me. Perhaps not as well, but I can hope that your belief in me extends to knowing I do my best on your behalf. I will arrange a visit this autumn. Sooner is sadly not doable.
Your gifts are, of course, appreciated and well-chosen besides. I have no doubt that Lady Edelgard will light up with joy to know you considered her in this as well. Your thoughts mean the world to her and myself.
I love you, Mother. Be safe.
Warmest Regards,
Hubert von Vestra"
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coming up to hubert like. so you agree? your father had a point that the upper echelons hold too much power and should be stripped of it, even if his reasons for doing so were selfish? and getting immediately put into the earth
#when hanneman said the marquis never sought power for the sake of power. how did that make you feel hubert#i’m mostly jk but also i’m cooking something here on medium simmer#text post#fire emblem#hubert von vestra#fe3h#fieldsofvarley
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Dear Mr. Wario D. Mambo,
All of our efforts to settle the matter discussed in our previous letter amicably have been unsuccessful. Despite our generous offer of ten days to act, we have not had the courtesy of a response. We have delayed legal proceedings up to now based on your understanding of the situation at hand and your willingness to act. Enclosed is our first letter, in which we laid out the problems in no uncertain terms and gave you our deadline.
Please be advised that you have left us no alternative but to file suit immediately. We have attempted to be understanding of your busy schedule and complicated home situation, but our patience has now reached an end.
This matter has been turned over to the Adrestian Empire's Ministry of the Interior's judiciary branch, of which houses the highest-ranking attorneys at Her Imperial Majesty Emperor's disposal. While I regret the necessity of this action, I must advise you to govern yourself accordingly.
Sincerely, The desk of Marquis H. von Vestra Retainer to Her Imperial Majesty Edelgard von Hresvelg
He's. So tired, guys. Things keep happening so fast. He lost his building, his bike, he's been beaten to a pulp twice in the past month, and now he's very likely going to get his ass handed to him via the legal system as well. He doesn't even, like. Have the strength to say anything here. He just. Reads the paper. And let's it fall to the ground. Because. Yeah. He's tired.
❝ Dude ... that's not good. ❞
Amazing observation, Jimmy.
#IM SORRY WARIO I FORGOT ABOUT SENDING BACK A FUNNY ... DIE#【 💰 — HEY! time’s a-wastin’! ┊ inbox. 】#brxtalsimulation
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✶ · ⊰ hubert || headcanon 01 ⊱ · ✶ ⤷ on tattoos, dark magic use, & appearances (continued under the read-more) .
· ꕤ tattoos Though House Vestra is most prominently known for producing retainers and managing most of the personal affairs of House Hresvelg, they are also highly regarded for having some of the most talented and deadly assassins, dark mages, and spies. Children of House Vestra usually begin training in weaponry and black magic at an early age (four to five years old, roughly), and once they’ve mastered the basics, they’re introduced to the dark arts. They are made to believe that their bodies are vessels to hold dark energy. To ensure that their power is fully harnessed and put into their magic-casting, they regularly receive tattoos of runes, sigils, spellwork, and various important symbols across their bodies. Ink is redone once, sometimes twice a year, and new work is routinely added during those times. A ritual occurs every time a piece is redone or added, with experienced mages chanting spells during the inking process. The ritual is usually much longer when a child receives their first tattoo and a minor celebration often takes place afterward. Though some cultures outside of Fódlan encourage and take part in tattooing for rituals, strength, and religious or cultural expression, it’s not so common in the territories of Fódlan itself (they’re usually found on soldiers, mercenaries, criminals, or members of major organizations). Some people in the Empire find the Vestra tradition to be abnormal and cruel considering that it begins during childhood, but House Vestra eschews all comments and gossip on the matter. After being introduced to Edelgard, Hubert began properly working with dark magic and received his first tattoo—THE SIGIL OF ORIAS, DEMON MARQUIS OF THE NIGHT—on the inside of his right wrist. Slowly over time, more spellwork was added to his arms, chest, stomach, and back. He received his last piece, a death spell down the length of his spine, at the age of nineteen before attending the Officer’s Academy. (A/N: I will eventually draw all of the work he’s received, but for now, you can see an example of the work he’s had done HERE.) Over the years, Hubert began to hate his tattoos, feeling that he is powerful enough without them. To him, the ritual of inking is just an obscene superstition, forced onto him and his ancestors without consent. Looking at the artwork, though beautiful in an archaic way, reminds him of the poor relationship he had with father, the loss of his mother, and the goals and wishes he shares with Edelgard to allow the people of the Empire to have more freedom and choices in their life. Though he hasn’t placed much thought on whether he’ll eventually have children, he decided long ago that the tradition of magical tattoos within House Vestra would stop with him, regardless of whether he bears an heir or not.
· ꕤ effects of dark magic While it hasn’t been proven, it is believed that his tattoos have slowed down the negative effects of dark magic usage. The magic has heavily discolored the skin on Hubert’s hands and arms, staining them black (EXAMPLE). The discoloration started as a purpling of the fingertips before turning black, the color slowly creeping its way upward over the years. When Hubert first entered the Officer’s Academy, the discoloration was roughly an inch-and-a-half above his wrist line. By the end of the war, it had reached a little over halfway up his forearm. The use of dark magic has also caused his blood to darken, making his veins appear an unearthly gray under his skin. · ꕤ other physical traits Some of Hubert’s prominent physical traits come from a combination of genetics, poor health and habits during his formative years, and dark magic usage, such as near-translucent skin and a heavy discoloration of the mouth. His lips and the flesh inside his mouth are all a corpse-like grayish-purple, giving him an extra frightening air. It doesn’t help that he naturally has pronounced canines, high cheekbones, and a prominent brow arch that only further adds to his villainous look. While not exactly ugly (he does have admirers, as shown in chapter 1 of the game where a girl randomly calls him cute and broody), he has been told that his appearance is ❛ grotesque ❜ and scary-looking. He’s learned to own it and heavily leans into the aesthetic, and he also enjoys intentionally trying to creep other people out for his own amusement (example: telling Byleth he likes his meat bloody when all the primarily meat-based dishes from the dining hall fall under his dislikes).
#✶ · ⊰ hubert ⊱ · god dethroned#✶ · ⊰ hubert ⊱ · headcanon#// just bringing this over from the old blog— //
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YOU are HUBERT: Marquis of VESTRA, tactician of the BLACK EAGLE STRIKE FORCE, and loyal vassal to Her Majesty EDELGARD VON HRESVELG, Emperor of FÓDLAN. You like COFFEE, SUBTERFUGE, CHEMICALS WITH DANGEROUS PROPERTIES, and YOUR JOB. And you are very good at YOUR JOB.
Today is the 17th of the Great Tree Moon in Imperial Year 1188. You wake up in YOUR QUARTERS in the palace of ENBARR, the capital of ADRESTIA. You are fond of YOUR QUARTERS. Your room contains all of your favorite things, such as your BOOKS and POTION-MAKING SET and your collection of EERIE KNICK-KNACKS.
Through the window beside your BED, you can see the sun beginning to crest on the horizon and can feel a light spring breeze. It ruffles the red hair of your SORT-OF-BOYFRIEND, who is still sound asleep in bed beside you. He is snoring. It is less than pleasant, but the experience as a whole is not unpleasant.
As you blink to wakefulness, you resolve to ensure that today will be a good day.
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