#mercyburned / hilda

[armatization-a]

sender kisses receiver to tease them. / Ferdinand to Hilda

[ some meme ; still accepting ]

Hilda hummed happily as she draped the delicate chain across her palm. She examined the pendant. It was some of her best work; a pretty sword-shaped thing. For the girl - or anyone, she supposed - who still wants to feel deadly. She packed it into a pretty little box, ready to be sold.

She felt a kiss press to her cheek, and she giggled. But, as she turned to kiss Ferdinand back, he'd vanished. She let out a shocked little gasp, before she realised. No, he hadn't vanished: he had simply moved just out of her way.

"Ferdinand!" she whined. "That's rude. Get back here." She reached for him, and before he could try to pull away, she kissed his face. She peppered kisses all over him, until she was certain all of her lipstick was on Ferdinand. Only then did she pull away, satisfied.

"There. Now you're even prettier." She grinned up at him.

[prodigiousvisions]

❛  anyway, why shouldn’t i be here ?  ❜ / Linhardt to Hilda

JOHN JAKES’S THE SEEKERS ( 1975 ) STARTERS. (accepting) | @mercyburned

"Are you kidding me? Since when have you fancied the love and reverence of Seiros?" Hilda challenges his question with an inquiry of her own, the hypocrisy of it all not going unnoticed as her voice echoes off the walls. The silence that follows the shared expressions of scrutiny with the pair is deafening. Hushed prayer and knelt piety seemed to be in a dream miles away despite standing midst the ornate, yet empty cathedral. It's true; Hilda waltzing inside the cathedral was an unusual sight. But comparing her appearance with Linhardt's, wasn't his arrival much more bizarre? Hands remain behind her back; carefully obscuring the folded piece of paper meant to find a home inside the Advice Box not too far off.

"I'm just saying... Of all the cozy places to take a nap, I don't think this is one of them!"

[pathofemblems]

MIDNIGHT MASS STARTERS // ✶ · ⊰ @mercyburned ⊱ · sent (hilda → hubert)... "Let's get you fed. You gotta eat." / complete with a somewhat affectionate "ugh"

❝ My, aren't I lucky to have you watching over me, ❞ he droned, though the malice he'd once had seemingly dissipated. With his punishment abated, he'd been granted a leashed roam about the monastery and was able to slip back into several old habits, one of which being that meals were often replaced with coffee. The caffeine not only gave him the required energy to keep ahead in every task, but it granted more him time that would've been lost to meals, time that he couldn't lose after everything else he'd recently lost. Edelgard had regularly suggested for Hubert to change his ways, with the occasional comment or two from Linhardt, but it was almost expected from the familiar. Had Hilda come to notice, come to care too? A ridiculous notion. As Hubert shadowed behind the younger, yet another old habit began to creep up. Whenever anyone so much as looked at Edelgard for even the slightest moment, he'd become overbearingly protective, judging and holding silent grudges. Now, he couldn't help but do the same whenever someone—usually some dullard of a soldier—thought they could speak to Hilda so informally, to openly gawk as they passed. Though he'd made comment of these instances with his empress, there was no use in doing so here, lest he wanted to lose his exoneration once again (or worse, become Hilda's little skincare puppet for the nth time). ❝ Am I to break bread with a soldier on all sides or will I be granted the luxury of your company today? ❞ he caustically asked, eyes already roving the tables of the hall and finding a seat for the pair. Coalescing with the others was not on the agenda today. Or tomorrow. Perhaps not the next day either. No, not after all he'd seed on the short excursion from his quarters to here. With sarcasm, he added, ❝ Either option would make for the most optimal dining experience. ❞

[cultesdesghoules]

『•• hubert & hilda ••』

He should be dead. And maybe he’d prefer the cold embrace of death now, what with the Empress gone. Yet he kept his due diligence under the mercy of the Alliance, opting to help eradicate those who slither in the dark instead of keeping his mouth shut, instead of dying without a purpose. He had food, he had water, and aside from the occasional threat of violence, he was relatively fine. The treatment Hubert received as a prisoner of war only seemed to improve after he’d revealed all he knew about the Agarthans, yet there was still one thing he didn’t quite know was a punishment or not… Hilda. As the years passed, her cloyingly sweet charms had seemingly amplified. The naive school boys of the past, now still-naive soldiers, continuously followed her every beck and call. Though he rarely if ever paid her any mind during their academy days, Hubert couldn’t ignore her here, not when he was held hostage. ❝ I assure you, ❞ he hissed, serpentine eyes narrowing at Hilda, ❝ that a little soap and water is not going to clear away years and years of physical damage and trauma. ❞ As of late, the younger’s favorite thing to point out and squeal over were his blackened hands, residual to the many morally ambiguous experiments the Vestra house had conducted with dark magic usage. Though his nerves were (usually) made of steel, he’d finally acquiesced to her squabbling, unable to ignore her any longer. ❝ If it keeps you entertained, however… ❞ A hint of a hint of a hint of a smile ghosted up as Hilda tittered over his skin. ❝ Well. Do what you see fit. ❞

『•• @mercyburned ••』

[endlesscacophony]

@mercyburned​ said: ❛Is that a promise or a threat?❜ / uhh Sylvain to Hilda with a 😏 face idk

“BOTH if you keep that look on your face,” Hilda said with a smirk, her head tilting to the side as she lifted her axe. She wasn’t sure what in the goddess’ name they were all thinking having a joint training session like this - she didn’t like training NORMALLY! And now that they’d joined up with the Blue Lions? It had all but been required. Talk about gross.

“Neither one of us want to be here, so just hurry up and pretend to fall down so we can BOTH leave, okay?” She was sure the infamous Sylvain Gautier would rather be wooing girls than be here, and she’d rather be reading a book and sipping tea - or really ANYTHING else.

And besides, she was a lady after all, she wouldn’t be the one to fall down.

[nobilismare]

@mercyburned​ . starter

He had no recollection of what happened before he got here, right in front of a familiar door. His clothes were ragged and dirty as if he had fallen into the mud too many times to count. His hair was a mess, an injury apparent on the side of it but the bleeding had stopped a while ago. Slowly but surely the dirt and blood that wasn’t soaked into his clothing, washed off with the pouring rain. His head throbbing everytime lightning struck in the near background.

How he managed to get here, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was that he could find help here from someone he had known since he was young. Someone he knew he could trust without an explanation why but it was all he knew.

So with his right hand, he reached out towards the door handle, knocking with it on the wood to announce his presence. For a moment there was silence, the only sound being the pouring rain and harsh thunder. With more desperation he knocked harder yet he could knock only once before the door finally opened and he saw her. The one who could help him.

“Hilda.“

[aeipathic]

@mercyburned​ says: 🎰 for anything tbh

     meme || accepting

stuck to fe3h muses for simplicity’s sake, but i am fully down for plotting crossover stuff too if we ever want! the first name is my muse, the second is yours.

1. hilda & annette — okay these two would be super cute either as friends or romantically, i’m down for throwing them together any which way. 

2. lysithea & lindhart — i love the canonical character progression of these two, from lysithea being very distrustful of linhardt’s prying into her secrets:tm: to viewing him as a friend and accepting that he wants to help her,,, i don’t really ship them romantically, but i’d definitely be down for exploring their relationship

3. seteth & sylvain — i wish these two had canonical supports, because we only really see seteth’s opinion of sylvain through flayn’s supports, where he is uh. Obviously Distrustful of Sylvain’s Reputation, but i’d love to see them grow past that! i just want seteth to dad every one of these students, tbh.

4. hilda & dorothea — another Excellent girl power duo where, like with annette, i’d be up for exploring their relationship either platonically or romantically

5. seteth & byleth — dragon fam!! i don’t ship them romantically but i’d love to explore seteth starting to feel a kinship/responsibility towards byleth as family, especially in late canon and post-canon, and even later on when byleth joins him and flayn in functional immortality :’)

[fantasywoes-archive]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

@mercyburned​ asked:  “ how about a little midnight snack? ”  / Hilda to Dimitri

     Dimitri found himself up late again. If it wasn’t his headaches keeping him up it was his own thoughts. It was beyond frustrating. The prince was unsure how he would ever find proper aid for himself during these times but, the best option for him was to just be by himself. Ignoring everything and keep moving forward. As a royal he felt the need to make sure he was at his best in front of everyone and show no weakness.

This time around he made his way into the dining hall. The kitchen was closed after a certain time, but still open to grab a drink and something small to eat. What he didn’t expect was to see Hilda there. ❛ Oh, hello Hilda. I’m sorry to intrude I, I didn’t know anyone else would be up besides me. ❜ He wasn’t sure what else to say, but Hilda’s smile caught him even more off guard. He wondered why she was up as well.. perhaps her own thoughts disturbing her sleep? Before he speak again she held up jar.

❛ A midnight snack? I’m not sure if I should eat this late... though something sweet would lift my spirits. ❜ There was something about her attitude and smile that made him calm down. It was a breath of fresh air honestly. ❛ I thank you for offering me such kindness this late. I hope you don’t mind staying with me a while then. I could use a nice chat. ❜

[magicaes]

@mercyburned​ || starter call

Books stacked upon each other hid the short girl carrying them as she walked back to the classroom from the library. Claude and the professor didn’t ask for the books on magic and team formations, but Lysithea knew that based on the last battle, they would need them.

However, the books came crashing down in the hall, then down came Lysithea, barely catching herself before she landed on her books. Stumbling to a stand, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hilda. Just sitting here, nonchalant as usual. Annoyance crossed Lysithea’s face. Was it the fall itself or Hilda just sitting there? Maybe both. 

“You can help me with these books, Hilda. Instead of just sitting there.”

[soulcluster-moved]

@mercyburned​ ✨

Send ✨ and I will list 3-4 of  my muses that you have NOT interacted with before ( or not with a certain muse if you are also a multimuse )  that I think could be interesting to write together!

rhys & byleth - my 3h verse for rhys is that he’s part of jeralt’s mercenary company and I’d love to explore it. in his FE game, he’s a healer in a mercenary company so it just fit really well here lol

marvel & rose - i mean....they’re in space. and i love rose. I think it’d be inetersting to have her meet any of my guardians 

amalthea & DA - I know I mentioned it on discord but honestly I have been wanting to write her in thedas. I think any of them could work ??

gerome - wild card here I guess, but....you mentioned lucina and cynthia before, definitely. also...hilda? golden deer students...no he will not do your work hilda. but also..annette? byleth? im weak

[armatization-a]

“*holds your hand*” / Byleth to Hilda

[ silent / action starters ; accepting ]

In war, it was important to take joy where possible. One of the joys Hilda had found was tea, because it was a better vice than other beverages. Plus, there was nothing like sitting out by the gazebo in the warm sun with tea in hand.

Except one thing - taking tea with Byleth.

They talked about things that didn't matter, because sometimes, Hilda couldn't handle the doom of it all. She gossipped, though it was harmless observations of who was totally into who. It was cute to watch other people navigate through their love lives, though Hilda didn't envy them, not when she had her own love life to think about.

She looked back at Byleth. The sun fading behind her made it look like she had a halo, a holy figure, a bright light in a darkening world. But that is exactly what Byleth is to her: hope in a hopeless time. As if sensing her thoughts, Byleth reached out and grabbed Hilda's hand. She squeezed Byleth's hand.

"I can't wait until every day is like this," she said wistfully.

[ecclectricity]

@mercyburned​ asked : ❝I’m not even tired.❞ / Hilda

    Ahh, not even tired. Of course not. After the night they’d been having, it was hard to imagine many of them recognized they were tired. However, he’d believe Hilda as soon as she stopped tilting her head side to side to side to si-

    “Alright, Miss Hilda, I’m sure you’re not, but I’d really appreciate if you at least tried.” Claude said with a laugh. Hilda never ceased to amuse and amaze, but he’d rather let her amuse and amaze him in the morning than potentially continue in a not great direction. “C’mon, lemme take you to your tent. You’ll thank me for it later.”

[pathofemblems]

✶ · ⊰ @mercyburned || moving thread ⊱ · ✶

❝ How lucky your allies must be, having one such as yourself so devoted to their hygienic well-being, ❞ he dead-panned, feeling as if he'd certainly pop a blood vessel from the stain of not rolling his eyes. ❝ Truly, where, oh where, would they be without you? ❞ As he spoke, he obediently turned his hand with the slightest touch of her fingers, bending his own and providing optimal viewing. Without having to be asked, he lifted the other for Hilda to examine next, even if it was nearly the exact same, both shadows. Even the nails themselves grew in solid vantablack, like a foul creature from the depths below rather than a human. A part of his grotesque charm. The longer she twisted and turned, hummed and hawed over him, the more Hubert determined this was going to be a long, arduous process. Briefly, he wondered if he'd actually prefer some sort of punishment, some sort of torture, over this absolute waste of time. After everything he'd been through as a child—experiments, bloodletting, summoning rituals, hallucinogens—he could handle whatever pain the Alliance could possibly throw his way. The thought amplified as he counted the vast number of tiny pots and containers, each one emanating a sweet scent despite being tightly sealed. Yet there was no point in arguing. Hilda would, and could, do as she pleased. He had no autonomy here. In turn, Hubert would take it all in stride and perhaps find some amusement when the younger eventually huffed and puffed when she reached the conclusion she couldn't cure him with a little skincare regime. ❝ Though you're well aware now, I must admit that beyond my daily ice baths and my morning shaves, I wasn't one for oils and creams. I only ever wore one perfume that my mother gifted me, and only for special events within the Adrestian palace. A special blend she'd concocted; almond and berries and violet, among other things. ❞ If he was to be suckered into this, then he may as well play along. There was no harm in sharing tiny, useless facts, and perhaps they would help Hilda speed up the process. The silence—or lack thereof, as Hilda was so talkative—also wasn't quite as appealing when having his hands tinkered with. ❝ I can't think of much reason to use the rest of the items you've brought. Can't have my targets smelling hand cream and lavish soaps, can I? It would most surely make the act of sneaking up on your prey rather troublesome… ❞ ❝ But who knows? With your help, perhaps that could be my ❛ calling card ❜ of sorts. ❞ It was a joke, albeit a bad one, accentuated by the corners of his mouth vaguely lifting upward. Never in a million years would he continue whatever it was Hilda was about to dump onto him. And what would he be mockingly called by his peers and enemies? Black Lavender? Malaise Marshmallow? Absolutely not! It's enough to have him glaring as he watched the younger lather his hands with delicate bubbles. And despite her best efforts, there isn't much that comes off, aside from what one could consider a normal amount of dirt after a tussle. Gaze rose from the sudsy water to meet Hilda's own. ❝ Now what did I tell you? ❞

[armatization-a]

Hilda couldn't help but giggle. It was all so intoxicating, like she'd had one too many glasses of champagne. Honestly, a part of her wondered if she was somehow imagining this. His touch felt too warm, too real. His skin against hers, there was no way this wasn't real.

"I don't know what you mean," she cooed innocently. "I didn't do anything." Oh, as if she could forget what they had done. His touch had left an imprint on her soul that she would never be able to remove. She didn't want to, either. "But I did sleep well. It's always so much better sleeping with someone else." In both ways. She giggled, attacking his face with kisses. She couldn't help herself; she was giddy.

"I can't believe we did that," she said. "I mean, wow. You seem like such a tough guy to land. I was almost sure you'd never even want to." She'd have been fine with that too, she supposed. You don't just let a guy like Ferdinand slip away, after all.

“Mmm... There are... a few more pillows than I am accustomed to,” he agreed with a lopsided smile, reaching one hand up to brush a few stray strands of hair from in front of her face. “But that is no problem for me.” Ferdinand was only now really considering the differences between their heights; his bed at the Academy had been a little short, but hers felt just right.

Ferdinand didn't want to get up, even though, were he in his own bed or perhaps even just sleeping alone, he would have already been up, showered, and gotten to work on cleaning out his horse's stable. But Gladys was being well taken care of, and... he did not yet want to untangle himself from Hilda, despite the slight pink hue to his cheeks.

“I slept very well. I think you might have had a hand in that,” he squeezed his arms around her gently. He was learning to be a little bit bolder with his affections, less concerned with displaying the utmost propriety and more focused on showering her with the attention she deserved. “I trust you slept well, too, Hilda?”

[armatization-a]

( @mercyburned )

sender kisses receiver to say good morning. / Ferdie to Hilda

[ varying kisses ; accepting ]

Hilda was never going to forget last night. She'd been wondering if she could ever take Ferdinand to bed, and, well, question answered. She couldn't stop smiling at the memory. It helped that Ferdinand was still holding her from the night before, where she had collapsed in his arms.

The night was beautiful, but the morning after felt just as sweet.

She watched him for a little while, his face glowing with the morning light. Honestly, he was such a handsome man. Hilda was incredibly lucky to have a man like him in her life, not to mention her bed. She laid her head back on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. She could lay here forever.

Something touched the crown of her head, but she soon realised it was a kiss. She giggled softly and looked up at him.

"Hey, sleepyhead," she chirped. "I hope you slept alright. I know my bed has like, five hundred pillows, so." Comfortable for her, but not necessarily her guest.

[armatization-a]

Ferdinand gracefully submits his form with a slight bow.

[ bingo sheets ; accepting ]

"Well, I guess the gossiping isn't a surprise, but you don't want a trophy wife?" she gasps. No, but she doesn't want to be his trophy wife, either. There's something about Ferdinand that makes her actually want to try. "I still think you're perfect." She kisses his cheek.