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BEAUTIFUL MIND

Chapter IX: Nightmare

Catch up here: Part 8, Part 10

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, depression, anxiety, past traumas, sex

Some of the most common meanings for the petunia are a soothing nature, resentment, and anger.

Anger and resentment are common themes for this flower when it is given to someone with whom you have recently had an argument. However, the flowers can also be given to someone with whom you want to spend more time – you find their company calming and peaceful.

In some circles, petunias can also symbolize the desire to never lose hope. Again, the meaning of this flower depends primarily on its color.

Ps. In my culture there is a strong superstition that sometimes you can meet your loved/missed deceased family member in your dream. They may beckon you to follow them into death and if you go along with them, you'd be dead as well.

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It’s been weeks since (Y/N) has regained her consciousness. While she may look better, I am well aware she is not. Her health is rapidly declining since that fateful day.

I am fully cognizant of the fact of her frail, fragile body but she never gets to the point of this…. Weak. Pallid face, short of breath, appetite loss, slowed reflexes and responses, and the list goes on. Worry can not express the pang in my chest whenever I spied (Y/N) wheezing and crumpled to the ground after doing a menial task.

How many times had I seen her throwing a coughing fit and hurling her meals away? Yet she always asserts to be perfectly fine. Maybe this is one of few times I loathe her vexing stubbornness.

When I tried to approach her regarding these matters, (Y/N) became particularly apprehensive. Any time I would ask her for something she suddenly got very tense or awkward, as if she were bracing for some sort of insult or uncomfortable reply. Gone is her snarky attitude, vanished into agitation and anxiety. Sometimes (Y/N) even scampers away when she notices me; similar to her old self in our Academy days—something I found vexatious and disquieting.

What is this suffocating feeling? Guilt? Sadness? Anxiety?

To think that (Y/N) would be so distant...

Yet (Y/N)’s keen sense never dwindles nor wane. The most reaction that I managed to get from her when I crept on her last week was her loud squeak and tumbling. I was expecting a lash out or loud yell—anything but a harsh coughing fit.

My eyes widen when I spy red blotch on her palm.

“I am fine, Huey. I really am.” She only gave me a tired smile from her teary eyes when I tried to rub her back.

A deep frown of dismay etched on my lips when I helped her to stand up. Skin and bones. Her scrawny legs and arms are like twigs—once a vigorous person being a shadow of her former self.

“.... How often?”

“.....”

“(Y/N).”

“...... This happens regularly. But it is not something for you to worry about. I really should crash on my bed harder, not the ground.”

She only laughs dryly and blames it on her lack of sleep. I would never buy that stupid lies. Not when she spent most of her time slumbering away in her quarters—long enough to rival Linhardt. Yet she declined my offer to bring her to the Infirmary and insists that she is doing well, healthier than ever then—despite her pale complexion.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I am needed elsewhere, Huey. Professor sought my reports regarding soldiers' food rations for the upcoming battle.”

Heavy discomfort pierced my heart when I watched (Y/N) grit her teeth and wobble away to the Professor’s quarters. She looks so gaunt and exhausted.

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Unfortunately, (Y/N)’s strange behavior only seemed to grow more and more cryptic the longer time went by. She is unwilling to really engage in long conversations outside of what seemed to be casual small talk or something to do with tasks.

But before I would finish what I was trying to tell her, she would taper off and then dismiss herself quickly, or would just stall and deny having anything more to say if I tried to prompt her to elaborate.

I can tell that something is bothering her mind. Has she had a change of heart—regarding our relationship?

I have failed her once and I can not afford another. I will never let her come to harm again. Had I chosen to protect her when the Knights of Seiros ambushed the monastery, things may turn out to be different but I would never leave Lady Edelgard in such forbidding circumstances.

If only I had another life to give…

(Y/N) barely touches her food and spends most of her time resting in her quarters these days. I have no doubt (Y/N) has skipped her meal twice now.

I have had enough.

Such execrable behavior must not be tolerated for someone in recovery, thus I decide to rebuke her. I knew beyond a reasonable doubt that (Y/N) will get upset but I can not let her health dwindle further.

Before I realize I have arrived in front of (Y/N)’s quarters door. I am about to knock when I hear (Y/N) and a man’s voice from a distance. With a flick of my fingers I warp behind nearby trees and decide to watch them strolling across the lake pier.

“How can you fall for him, (Y/N)? Hubert. Hubert… He is awful!”

"Hmm, yeah. Hubert can be annoying sometimes. I have lost count on how many times he tried to poison me back then, Fernie.”

“Poison?!”

“No harm done. Do not fret, Fernie. Hubert’s actually not that bad.”

“But poisons, he….!!”

“Strong. Bitter. Sweet. Odorless. The faint taste of citrus and almond…. I am immune to them. All kinds of poisons.”

“Pardon? How come? W-wait. There’s only one house that is capable of such a thing. Are you…?!”Echoes of Ferdinand’s loud voice pierces through the silent night. Their footsteps are coming to halt when (Y/N) stops and watches the bleak sky solemnly.

“Yes, I am, Fernie. I am well aware you have realized that fact by now. Millions of deadly chemicals, toxins, venom, and toxics—so do their antidotes, cures, and remedies are produced by my house. We were the one who provided them in the Empire. Or should I daresay.... to House Vestra. In the past. Does this ring a bell with you?”

“Then you are…!!”

My heart sinks when I watch (Y/N)’s desolate countenance. A far cry between her longing gaze and sorrowful smile.

Perhaps I will not find this conversation to my liking.

“My house is long gone and I am the last survivor now. But I hold no bad blood towards anyone—not even Caspar, you, nor Hubert, Fernie. Not anymore. All of you are precious to me.”

“(Y/N)…. My Father had….”

“No need to pity me, Fernie. And yes. I had told Caspar and Hubert the same things as well.”

“…. B-but…. Ah… If you say so…”

Ferdinand sputters for a moment, then his eyes grow wide with another realization. “Hubert. But, why do you choose Hubert, though? I mean, of all people. Despite his animosity and suspicion towards you. I mean no ill but… it was Marquis Vestra who…. Slaughtered your…….”

There was a beat, and neither met the other's gaze. I can almost hear the gears grinding in Ferdinand’s head on this breezy night. The leaves make a rustling sound when the wind blows as he grows more uncomfortable at his own question.

“I do not fully understand either. It’s almost like there’s something about Hubert that always makes me drawn to him. Beneath his sinister look, Hubert is a fastidious, genuine, warm, kind, and loving man. He is one of the most wonderful people I have ever known. He brought colors to my dull and lonely world. But let’s keep this off the record from him, yes? That prick would laugh at me if he heard it.”

Ferdinand stifles a laugh and nods with a reassuring smile. “It’s a promise, then.”

A serene, loving smile dances over (Y/N)’s lips as she chimes about her first impression of me and our memories. Her usual distant look melts into something warmer and softer as she watches over the lake.

“To have you by his side… Hubert sure is the luckiest man alive in the whole Fódlan, (Y/N). Beneath your pouts and remarks I can feel your sincere adoration for him.”

(Y/N) only shrugs and gazes to the night sky.

Am I? Maybe Ferdinand has a point there. My chest feels tight when (Y/N) smiles at Ferdinand. It takes all of my composure to not to stride there and embrace her away.

“Don’t say it out loud Fernie. You promised that it will stay between us.”

“.... If you say so. Did you know? Hubert was the one who took a hold of my horse and rushed you to the Infirmary—on Edelgard and Professor’s insistence. You were so cold and unresponsive. Blood keeps on pouring from your mouth and gruesome wounds. Your broken leg was swollen and oddly shaped. We won but at what cost? Black Eagles Strike Force were so distraught and crestfallen when you were unconscious. I wish not to experience such a perilous tragedy ever again.”

A heavy silence fills the atmosphere before Ferdinand takes a shuddering breath and continues.

“Hubert is stoic and unreadable. He always has. But he was not when you passed out. After being with Hubert for so long, I can understand him beneath his standoffish façade. Trust me, I do—Hubert was in a pensive mood, pacing himself restlessly around the infirmary when Linhardt told him you may not make it. You lost a lot of blood and were in a precarious shape, (Y/N). Maybe Hubert kept on blaming himself.”

“For real? That’s kind of…..”

“Yes. Hubert told me about your…. condition to me. You must not exert and endanger your life. Hubert may never show it to you but as much as I hate to say this, I can assure you that he cares, no, loves you a great deal and wishes no harm to ever befall you.”

“…..”

“(Y/N)?”

“…….”

Ferdinand crouches down, lowering himself to (Y/N)’s eye level and gently tucking her hair behind her ears. I find them quite amusing, how Ferdinand treats (Y/N) like his little sister. His amber eyes pour over her with genuine care.

“What’s been going on with you recently, (Y/N)?” Ferdinand asks softly, almost to himself. “I can tell that something is bothering you, (Y/N). Here, look at me. Is there something tormenting your mind?”

“Don't worry about me, Fernie. I'm fine.”

“Dark circles beneath your eyes are telling me otherwise. I mean, you were pretty distracted these days. I know you are still recovering and spend most of your time recuperating. But you look paler and paler day by day.”

“…. Fernie….”

“There, there. Ferdinand von Aegir got your back. What’s ailing you my dearest little sister? We can talk about it if you want to.”

My blood boils when I watch Ferdinand hug and rub his hand over her back gently. I know he is trying to do his best to placate (Y/N) platonically. Yet, still…

(Y/N) looks uneasy as she keeps on glancing around between Ferdinand and the fishes in the lake. After a long pause she sighs and grabs the hem of her clothes then speaks “… The truth is…. Hubert always plague me. My old nightmares—they always come back at full force whenever I try to close my eyes these days. Million times. Condescending smirk, cold gloved hands on my neck, growing pool of my blood. No matter how fast I run, Hubert always gets to me. I can feel my life seeping out of my body when he chokes me and sinks his blade on my chest. I know he will never do those things to me. Hubert is not his Father. Yet, yet…..”

My world shattered when I heard her. I am just a swirl of emotions and thoughts at (Y/N)’s revelations. Even the gargantuan black clouds above, camouflaged with the ever converging, caliginous sky that surrounded us can bear comparison with whirling emotions inside my chest. Maybe I should go back to my own quarters and leave them to their own devices—I was about to turn on my heels when Ferdinand sighs.

“Have you tried to talk about it with Hubert?”

“…..”

“You should probably consider discussing this matter further with him or it will put strains on your relationship. Hubert might not be a man of patience but when it comes to you, he can be,” Ferdinand pauses and pats her head softly. “Hubert is rather soft on you, you know?”

“Are you sure? I am in two minds and still thinking about whether that's the right thing to do.” (Y/N)’s voice is so quiet as her usual distant look coming back to her expression, drowning in her own world. “He might scoff or laugh at it.”

“No. You should stop thinking like that (Y/N). Being honest with each other is important in a relationship, (Y/N). You should trust him more.”

“Fernie….”

“Both of you and Hubert are precious friends whom I cherish dearly. It’s truly a joy to behold to watch Hubert’s usual sinister look melt away slightly when you are beside him. I’m delighted to see him find his happiness with you.” Cheerfulness makes Ferdinand’s amber eyes glimmer when he folds his arms and smiles. “Most people find Hubert to be menacing and ominous. Only few dare to approach Hubert—and when they do, ulterior motives and dirty plans always swam their mind. Yet, you hold him in a special place in your heart with pure love and adoration despite your past and traumas. Hubert may not show it but I am sure he is hurt if you keep on avoiding him like these days.”

“……”

“I just don't want you to suffer. I won’t let Hubert harm you, not even in your dreams. Does he... ever hurt you?”

Suddenly Ferdinand rises and gasps as if lightning just strikes his shoulders. “W-wait. Did Hubert f-force you to do that...?"

“Fernie!! Hubert would never do such a thing! It was my own free will.”

That damned prime minister’s son. What I would not give to stop the river of filth flowing out of his mouth.

“Besides, Hubert is very affectionate and gentle behind closed doors. But sometimes he is not when I irked his ire. Still, he always asks for my consent and it makes me feel comfortable. Hubert doesn't like to share, if you get my meaning.”

Heat rises to my cheeks as (Y/N) keeps on praising me with a beaming smile and cheerful voice. What is going on inside her head? Each compliment makes Ferdinand flinch harder and harder.

“Gross! So gross!! Thinking about Hubert and my sweet little (Y/N) like that is just an absolutely disgusting thought, please don't share more of that. I'd like to keep my dinner down.”

(Y/N)’s melodious laugh fills the evening with joy. Happiness spreads through her like a warm light and her smile makes the stars look like they are not sparkling.

"No, I... All jokes aside, if you ever need help or anything. Anything. Call me, okay? I can't do much, not against that poisonous snake Hubert but I'll do whatever I can. Never let him bite or kiss you! I don’t want to lose you to his venomous fangs!”

"Fortunately I am immune to poisons and—actually Hubert is… Uhm… Magnificent at them both. He always manages to find a way to leave me breathless, in a good way. But… Thanks, Fernie. It's the same for you, you know. If you ever need a hand, you know where to find me.”

I know (Y/N) is feeling much better now. But must she clasps her hands on Ferdinand’s and giggling with her angelic face? My hands are eager to shoot Dark Spikes at the long haired male now.

“You don’t have to keep everything to yourself. It is getting colder here and I would hate it if you catch a cold. Shall I carry you back to your quarters, (Y/N)? Linhardt told me to not let you strain your leg too much.”

“I’ll manage just fine on my own,” she drawls and tries to prove her words by sprinting a bit but tumbles slightly. Damn. A slight frown passes her lips but I can tell (Y/N) is doing her best to not make Ferdinand worry. She only waves her hand and gives Ferdinand a sheepish smile when he lowers himself to check on her. “On second thought, I wouldn’t mind if you lend me a hand, Fernie.”

A few gray thin clouds linger in the soft moonlight and the moon is reflected on the lake. Ferdinand gives (Y/N) a piggyback ride into the main building, and doesn't put her down even when they are in the hallway. The night is serene save from Ferdinand’s boots soft thud. There is something so peaceful about the way the still waters reflect their shadows.

“I’m glad I have you to support me when things go rough, Fernie. You have my gratitude.” Anguish strikes my chest when I see her tighten her hug on Ferdinand’s shoulder. I know (Y/N) likes him in a platonic way, yet… What is this uneasy feeling in my chest?

“Would you let me get you something to eat as well? I could leave them on your desk if you want.”

(Y/N)’s brow dips but she doesn’t ask how even Ferdinand managed to know the palpable fact. She schools her face back into its usual soft and gentle persona then hums, “Mhmm… I’ll pass,” then smiles sweetly.

Ferdinand sighs and lowers (Y/N) gently in front of her quarters door. “But you have skipped breakfast and lunch today,” he said finally.

Adorable pout adorns (Y/N)’s lips as she puts her hands on her hips and rolls her eyes at Ferdinand. “Almost. You almost sound like Hubert the worried mother hen.” Nice. That means (Y/N) is my chick now.

“Such a caustic insult would damage my noble reputation. While I have to agree regarding his concern about your misbehavior, I am Ferdinand von Aegir and no one would be able to imitate me. Not even Hubert von Vestra ”

An exasperated sigh escapes from (Y/N) at Ferdinand’s stupid remark. Great—because if she doesn’t, I will. His nonsense is tiresome. Ferdinand sure loves to run off his mouth but he did make some good advice nevertheless. Maybe I should send my personal thanks to him for cheering (Y/N) later.

“My bed is calling for me, Fernie. I should heed to its call and get more rest. Eating is not at the top of my list. I will never hear the end of Hubert’s rambling if he catches wind about this—He’s like a worried mom most of the time.”

Her words are breathy from laughter but I can feel slight tiredness in it. (Y/N)’s grip on her door handle tightens and she dips her chin slightly as she looks at Ferdinand petulantly, “You may want to go away before Hubert finds you here. He can be a bit territorial and watching him go ballistic on you is the last thing I want, Fernie.” The words come out as mischievous.

“I can handle whatever nastiness Hubert throws at me, and give it back ten times. I promise you, I'll be fine, (Y/N).”

“Silly Fernie.”

“Alright. I will be on my way, then. A last check on my horse will be perfect to end my day. Here, I know this meager raisin buns might not be much but you should help yourself. I would be devastated if your health worsened or something bad happened to you. Please take care, (Y/N).”

Disappointment is prominent in Ferdinand's tone when (Y/N) refuses to eat—but falters when Ferdinand gives her pleading puppy eyes. It’s almost comical to see how she grumbles a bit with puffy cheeks (from the buns) and Ferdinand picks her up to squish her out of joy.

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Bloody images of your parents bodies and your death plaguing your sleep making you wake in the same state, clammy skin and pale-cheeked. The chilling air and the cool beams of the moon did nothing to ease your frantic breathing.

Most mornings you were the first to awake at dawn. Sometimes having been jolted awake mere hours after falling into the depths of unconsciousness. Tendrils of madness sliding and coiling round your mind twisting your perception, warping your sight and sound—especially when Hubert shows up. It's getting harder and harder to resist the urge to brandish your concealed weapon to protect yourself from him out of instinct. Especially when the dark mage decides to sneak on you.

Most afternoons and nights you managed to sleep, but none of them were peaceful.

The feeling of discomfort became your safety, feeling uncomfortable and nauseous when paranoia tried to worm its way into your skull. Slowly the nights grew worse. On a good night you got a few sickening nightmares, on others the images refused to fade until daybreak, consciousness doing nothing to ward off the nightmares. You knew the dark circles beneath your eyes had grown, giving the appearance of a sunken gaze to whoever tried to look.

A suffocating feeling coils your throat when you take in a deep breath, closing your eyes momentarily, releasing it and reopening them. You are trying to ignore the buzzing that is surfacing in your ears, circling your mind, pounding at your skull.

Ferdinand is right. Avoiding Hubert won’t chase your nightmares away and you can’t do this forever. You knew sleep wouldn’t find you and you need to do something about it. After changing into a more comfortable nightgown you wander to Hubert’s quarters to face him head on. You can see a faint glow from his candlelight peeking underneath the door.

“Hubert, do you happen to have any spare time?”

After a brief pause, the door glows in purplish hue and a ward comes off without much resistance. Hubert rises from his desk in a rush and ushers you in. Questioning looks glazed over his eyes as his gloved hand stays on the door handle.

“Another sleepless night?”

Sharp as ever.

Heavy silence fills the room after Hubert closes the door quietly at your consent. All of the words that transpired in your mind evaporate away just like morning dew. You are busy mentally cursing at your blank state of mind when Hubert pulls his chair and asks you to sit.

“You have been awfully distant lately. A little more awkward than usual. Apparently I was under the impression you are avoiding me with ardor.” He broached quietly, making your hands release the fabric of your gown, choosing to settle in your lap. “What brings you here?”

“Just—my mind’s a little…full, at the moment,” you kept your eyes on your palms.

Hubert shifts outside of your vision, slowly placing his hand atop both of yours, giving you a chance to pull away. “You can talk to me if you want to,” his thumb rubbed in soft sways over your skin, the touch so delicate you nearly caved.

“Huey….”

His thumb continued its soothing circles, “This is about your nightmare, isn’t it?” He questioned, though you were sure he had already figured it out—as expected from the Adrestian Empire’s shadow. So you nodded. His hand wrapped around one of yours, secure but not tight. Your hand looks tiny compared to his large one. “What about it?” He encouraged, head tilted, trying to catch your gaze.

You swallow heavily and take a deep breath several times. “I died. Million times. Destruction and ruin laid around me. Your devilish smirk and a blood slicked dagger. The only sound surrounding us was the crackling of dying flames as even the roaring inferno seemed to die in the wasteland of what used to be my house. No matter how fast I run or retaliate, you always have your way to strangle me off of the ground from the force and carve the blade through my chest.” Each word felt like lead and you suddenly became aware of his arms that were still holding onto you, of your hands that were resting on his broad chest. “Most of the time your face overlaps with Marquis Vestra. I know you are not your Father. Yet, yet….”

There’s a heavy silence. No laugh, smirk, nor condescending words from Hubert. How unlikely. Only your sobs and his breathing fills the room. Wet stains from your tears dampen his clothes but Hubert pays it no mind.

“I do not know what to say right now and my words probably will not make it hurt any less, but I just want you to know I care and I am here for you. I am well aware of the atrocities that House Vestra has inflicted and my past animosity towards you. I am sorry that I…. caused you hurt.” He breathed, forehead lowering to yours and you were sure that if he hadn’t heard your breath hitch, he would have felt it.

Carefully, as though he thought you would break with a misplaced breath, his hand ghosts above your cheek. His gloves were gone, allowing his calloused fingers to meet your skin. It’s extremely rare to watch Hubert’s emotion laid bare and raw.

“Once.” Your murmur is faint.

“Hmmm?”

“I tried it for once. To stop myself from running away and let you take my life in my dream,” you whisper, eyes on his. The hazy moonlight turns the flecks in his eye the color of gold. “Instead of the hellish pain, my legs buckle and shatter beneath me. Crumbling away and leaving me drowning in a pool of my own blood. Your expression was unreadable, Huey. I kept on floating in a sea of darkness but on the edge of my consciousness, I saw my parents and they waved to me. My Father and Mother are eager to pick me up to go home with them. I miss them. I miss them dearly.... Perhaps if I go with th—��

“Foolish!!"

With an ominous rumbling, Hubert pulls you to his chest, squeezing you with all his might. “Perish the thought. Do not ever think like that!” he mutters furiously under his breath. You can feel his body shaking with rage.

Tinge of pain shots from your shoulder from how tight Hubert embraces you in vice grip as if you are going to vanish if he doesn’t. You didn’t exactly want to show how he jostled your scar but the hiss you let out was quite loud. Hubert pulls back as if he is burned, guilt heavy on his features.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” your tone is barely convincing to your own ears, pained and rather forced.

“But you very nearly were not.” Every word is grounded between Hubert’s clenched teeth. Pale moonlight illuminates Hubert’s shaking shoulders and balled fists. Seeing him so distraught, so broken is heartbreaking.

“Seizure after seizure—we have lost count on how many times you have vomited blood even after your injuries are healed. Linhardt got really squeamish and Caspar had to throw a bucket of water at to keep him awake.”

You were cold and still. Eerily still. Your face was slack—each breathing got even shallower and slower. Ferdinand and Dorothea dread to watch your worsening condition. Had Mercedes and Marianne did not help, you would be.....”

“Huey…” You mumbled, not quite sure what tone to take.

“You are still alive, living, breathing, in my arms. If something were to happen to you, I.....” he breathed, barely audible.

You could feel the shape of his words against your mouth, feel how close he is. Sadly things take a turn for the worst. Loud rumble comes from your tummy—something akin to lion’s roar. What a shame.

“You have to eat. Don't expect me to beg you with disgusting teary eyes like Ferdinand.”

Oh. Sneaky rat as ever.

“Please don’t. I can’t even start to imagine what kind of blasphemy and atrocity you would start if you try to do it, Hubert. Maybe you should use it for Miss Edelgard inste—ah!!!”

Oh damned Von Vestra. Hubert picks you up under your arms and scrutinizes you—as if you were a little kitten. Hubert starts to sway you gently and looks straight to your eyes with mirth. It’s awfully high here on his arms. A bit terrifying, to be honest.

"I feel like you are about to carry me by the scruff of my neck like a puppy but you pick me up like a toddler instead."

“You get lighter,” Hubert scowls at you. “I was going to have you punished for disobeying me but it looks like your frail health got to you first. And where did that get you?” Hubert’s words may be harsh but you can feel his deep concern and anguish beneath them.

A slight smirk twists the corners of your mouth while his brow narrowed. You lifted your brow in question, “Is it a problem, Huey?”

The nickname rolled off your tongue easily as his scowl deepened. “You should eat and get more sleep,” he snapped, though there was a silent joy in his eye.

Does he enjoy this moment as well?

Maybe he does. Hubert really misses your smart mouth but never he would admit it out loud. There is no greater joy than having you by his side.

The two of you stay still for a moment and take each other in. How long has it been since you felt Hubert’s warmth? This is comfortable. Too comfortable. These constant swaying is nostalgic and lulling—similar to your Father’s way to put you to sleep. Gentleness beyond compare. You want to melt into it. You want to forget about the nightmare and have Hubert touch you, hug you.

“Would you indulge my curiosity?” he hums with amusement as your eyes droop with drowsiness.

“Mmhm?”

“You did say you always try to run away from me in your nightmares. Have you ever tried to retaliate and…” he trails.

“I won’t. I will never try to kill you, Huey. Not even in my nightmares.” Your answer is short and clipped. Straightforward without any hesitation.

“Why?”

“…. Isn’t the answer obvious?”

“How naïve.” Hubert scoffs, but he rises you higher and looks up to you intently. Unyielding and scornful. Hubert sure lives up to his name—bright mind—but he can be slow at times. How could you bring yourself to take his life? Things may have been different five years ago. But now….

A soft bump on your head startles you from the thoughts swirling through your mind. Hubert sure has a hard head that suits his stubbornness perfectly. That head-butt hurts a bit. What a meanie.

“Thinking out loud?”

“Not anymore, thanks to your evil head assault.”

Derisive laughter emits from Hubert. A hint of a smile - or a smirk, or something like that - curled his lips. Though he is trying to hide it, the corners of his mouth are twitching upwards along with his brow. Hubert bites into his bottom lip, trying to contain his grin as his eyes study your reddish forehead. What a prick. Maybe this is a nice opportunity to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Huey.”

“Yes?”

“Could you get me higher, please?”

Detecting Hubert’s mood seems impossible. At least he is gentle as he elevates you higher than his face.

“This is not half bad. It’s entertaining to be able to watch you from above like this, Huey. You’re adorable. And your threats are even more so. I can get used to this. Must be incredible to be as tall as you and get to enjoy all of these nice views,” you beam, looking him up and down. Hubert looks bored. But he also avoids eye contact. “Your chartreuse eyes are stunning. They remind me of apples.”

“I would prefer it if we grab something else for you to eat at the Dining Hall.”

“Should I confess that you are the…..” you lean to Hubert and gently push away the silky curls of his bangs.

You smile and touch Hubert's cheek, examining him affectionately. The dark mage flinches when you put a chaste kiss on his usually hidden right eye and whispers, gently nibbling the shell of his ear. “Apple of my eyes, Hubert von Vestra?”

Nice pun.

Hubert’s breath catches and he goes rigid at your words. You almost think he is done for had his ragged breathing doesn’t give away. His usually pale face turns very bright crimson in the moonlight. Even your attempt to gain his attention by waving your hands in front of him turns out to be in vain.

You are about to flick Hubert’s nose when he gulps and releases you of his grip suddenly—leaving you sprawled on his bed.

“Ouch! What was that for?!”

Hubert clutches his chest and takes a few deep breaths. He even coughs several times and swallows huge gulps of water from the jug on his desk in a hurry.

Inhales, exhales. Inhales, exhales. Inhales…. Exhales.

You can only feel sorry for him and pray to Sothis for his health. It would not bode well if you kill Miss Edelgard’s loyal retainer with a heart attack. You are about to pat Hubert’s back when he spins and backs away from you. His glinting eyes never leave yours as he sits on a chair and glaring at you menacingly.

“You’re toying with me,” Hubert hisses.

Your brain stopped working for a second. You don’t know if there is an answer for that. You sincerely don’t want Hubert to feel like this.

Hell, you didn’t mean it like this.

“Do you feel like that?” you ask, controlling every inch in your body to prevent your frustration from coming through. The sadness buried underneath it was too fragile to think about.

“Most certainly.”

You sigh. Loudly.

“…I’m sorry. I never mean it like that. I should’ve made it more clear…” You stand up from Hubert’s bed and sit down on his lap. Much too amused, you observe the prominent blush on his cheeks. He still doesn’t look at you and he obviously didn’t know what to do with his hands. Hubert had no other choice but to touch your thighs gingerly.

“I thought you were going to mock or berate me for my harrowing nightmare—but you don’t. I am glad to have you by my side and I can’t thank you enough for your genuine concern, kindness, and warmth.”

Hubert is silent as he wraps his trembling arms around you, holding you even closer. "I will do everything in my power to ensure no harm will ever come to you, my love." His touch as gentle as ever, like the slightest move will shatter you completely.

You want to tell him desperately that your nightmare isn’t his fault, but you can’t make yourself speak, instead letting him cradle you closer before he guides you into his bed.

“You’re a good boy, you know?”

No one in their sane mind would call notorious Count Vestra a good boy but he sure is. To you. For you.

Hubert’s jaw dropped slightly. He narrows his eyes at you as if you are crazy. The question caught him off guard, you could tell. Because he finally looks at you, eyes large, pupils dilated.

“I—uhm…” Hubert stammers as he buries you in his blanket haphazardly. “I have to go to the Dining Hall and fix you something to eat. We need something more than raisin buns for you,” he speaks at last, his voice rough, as if he didn’t use it much.

Damn. Nervousness sure gets the best of him. He even blurted the fact he had been eavesdropping on you and Ferdinand earlier.

“I really mean it, Hubert von Vestra.”

You can only hear a choked sound and after a brief pause, a loud bang of his door. Alas. Had Hubert not covered you with his blanket, you may be able to catch a glimpse of his red ears.

Hubert is not the same person he used to be back then in your Academy days. Not anymore. It would be wise to let go of your past and traumas and really move on.

Yes. It is true. Hubert is not his Father and would never bring harm to you regardless of whatever people may think. His grave demeanor and ominous eloquence belie his intentions but you would not have it the other way.

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Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Another nightmare.

Cold sweat beads on your temple as you jolt awake from blood-curdling vivid images. The world turns into different axis around you as you gasp for air.

The last thing you could remember is you fell asleep shortly soundly after Hubert caught you nodding off in the middle of your conversation with him. Lack of sleep, exhaustion, and full stomach—thanks to his dish, Two-Fish Sauté and a glass of milk—made you drowsy.

Your eyes darting around the familiar room. Hubert’s quarters. The room is quiet and dimly lit save from the pouring moonlight from the windows. A small candle on his desk has been doused and stowed neatly above his stack of books.

A cough rattles out of your chest that ends in a sob. It is so pathetic. The light from the window starts to fade as your tears run down like tiny streams, soaking the pillow.

It’s safe. There is no fire and blood here. It’s just a nightmare and it is not real.

There is a pain in your chest. A pain that seems to pull your heart down and through your innards. You couldn’t breathe. You never felt anything like this.

You swallow. Take in a breath. Release it. Take in another one. Exhale.

You take in gulps of air but eventually, it isn’t enough. It would never be enough. You feel like you are dying.

“Oh, my darling.” A soft voice calls from above, brushing your wet hair away from your forehead. It sounds like Hubert which only makes things worse, knowing your mind is so far gone.

You take in another deep breath, shutting your eyes. Tears prickle at it bitterly.

Your heart pounded in your chest as your mind helplessly reeling in on the feel of the older male’s chest at your back, the heat radiating from him, keeping you warm. And comfortable. Somehow his presence makes you feel less lonely.

“I am here, (Y/N).”

Two strong arms scoop you from underneath the blanket and pull you into a body that feels like home. Your head shoots up, stars filling your vision as you stare at him… Hubert von Vestra. Your eyes finally focus on him but your vision is blurry from tears.

You feel so alone. So lonely. And it breaks Hubert’s heart.

A sob tries to wrack your chest but you hold it down, shoving its head beneath the waters, making sure it dies within you.

Unlike in your nightmares his eyes aren't flooding with menace and atrocity. They are filled with sorrow as he takes in your appearance, his thumb wiping away your tears gingerly.

A care in his eyes that nearly makes you want to bury your face into his chest and let everything out. How had you not seen it? Not seen the softness dancing there, the warmth? How long had you been oblivious to his affections?

Hubert crushes you against him as you give in and cry your heart out, head resting atop of yours as your sobs turn into sniffles. His thumb brushes over your back in soothing circles. “Look, you are safe with me. I promise we will be fine.”

“Hubert…” you croak, your voice is trembling.

He reaches out to touch you again but then you flinch. And that hurt. But Hubert tries to not show it.

“I want to be your strength and support you through your ordeals, (Y/N).” Hubert breathes, leaning closer until his mouth is nearly on yours. The words are slow, almost a whisper. “Your happiness, health, and well-being matters the most and I will endeavor my best to make you safe and comfortable. Do you understand?”

You stare at him with red eyes and red nose.

You could see the sincerity in his stare, and feel his words wrapping around your soul like a safe haven. “Never let such abysmal thoughts take over your mind.”

A small sniffle and nod are your only reply but Hubert is satisfied with it and presses a kiss to the top of your head before he pulls the warm blanket further up over your shoulders and back.

Both of you stay quietly like this for some moments. Hubert’s calming steady heartbeat lulls you and makes you almost shut your eyes, barely able to keep them open in such late hours of the night.

“I know I am far from ideal,” he murmurs so quietly. Hubert lays you back gently on his bed and gazes into you despite the moon behind him casting a shadow over his face. “But I will never let anything take you from me. Not even your sadness and fear.”

“You are perfect just the way you are, Huey.”

Hubert looks at you in surprise as you open up a little, baring a piece of yourself that had taken a while for you to become comfortable around since those nightmare assaults. You shift your eyes to stare into his, searching for anything that might convince you to not do what you are about to. But there are no signs of falsehood and lies; you can only find worry and honesty.

You swallow harshly and move, crawling over to his side. Such overflowing love and patience from Hubert melts your anxiety away when you intertwine your fingers with his hand. You thought he would laugh or berate you—but he didn’t. Not in the slightest.

“You must not exert yourself,” Hubert grunts and brushes stray hair from your eyes. He places a large hand on your cheek, “Suicidal thoughts are extremely dangerous.” His thumb brushes across your cheek to wipe your tears.

“Your warmth and patience means so much to me. Thank you, Huey.” You hear his breath hitches at your words. When you look up at Hubert, you see a tender smile and kind eyes looking back at you.

His eyes widen almost imperceptibly if it isn’t for how close the two of you are resting. and place a chaste kiss “What brought that on?” he asks quietly, eyes dropping to your lips then tearing away back up to your gaze, knowing you had seen where he had looked.

“Hubert. Hubert. My dearest Hubert von Vestra.”

“… You don’t have to call me many times. I can hear you just fine.”

“I understand. Even so, let me call your name, Huey. I want to feel that you and I are alive—not trapped in a world of nightmare,” you breathe and close your eyes, trying to chase away your darkest fear. “We live in a world of war. What if tomorrow never comes?”

In one swift movement, Hubert pulls you closer so you are enveloped in his warm embrace. He cradles you with his arms around your waist as if you are delicate, precious, and must be protected at all costs.

“You are safe. You are safe with me, (Y/N).” He sighs heavily, then looks at you almost desperately, as if wrestling internally with something. “Whatever enemies we face… Survive. Prevail. Do that and we will witness the birth of a new world together along the sovereign of Black Eagles.”

“It’s assuring to have you here with m—” You can't help but melt when Hubert kisses you affectionately. Your hands disappear beneath his as Hubert searches your eyes for something, anything—giving you time to ponder and run away if you ever wish to. But you won’t. Not anymore.

When you give him a nod, Hubert unloops the straps from your shoulders, allowing your nightgown to slide down to your arms. The silky material pooling at your elbow, revealing the scars on your shoulder that you know are still ingrained deep within.

In front of you, Hubert sucks in a breath as he takes in the brutal scar running to your back, marring the skin with darker jagged lines. “Everyone can make mistakes. So do I. It’s not a time I take joy in remembering. But it’s over; I made it.” You whisper, heart pounding.

You are about to pull your shift back up when you feel the tips of his fingers graze over the skin there, your spine turning to steel as you practically freeze in place from the intimate touch. Hubert traces over the scars softly, the feeling ticklish.

A heavy weight fills Hubert’s chest as he ghosts his hand over the faint bruises on your ribs. He shut his jaw tight as he half absently traces over the narrow slit of discolored skin on your leg and thin line across it.

“Professor Manuela told me it was a close one. Sometimes it still hurts but I am glad my broken leg healed nicely.”

His touch still torturing your mind at how gentle it is. You swallow. Took in a breath. Release it. Take in another one. Exhale. A slight smile lifts Hubert’s mouth though sorrow still remains in his eyes.

“Disgusted?”

“Never. They are… symbols of when I failed.” Hubert mutters, hands tightening into fists in your lap as his gaze remains downwards. “When I am not strong enough.”

But it doesn’t stay for so long—not when you stifle your laugh. “Nah. I would do it in a heartbeat for Black Eagles Strike Force. Or Miss Edelgard. Or you, Hu—”

“No. Everyone. Needs. You. And me, (Y/N).” Each word is whispered tenderly between reverent kisses on every bruise and scars—worshiping them adoringly.

“I am sorry,” he confides.

You wonder how often people hear the words from Hubert, how rare they are. What they meant. “What for?” You inquired softly, appreciative but confused at his words.

“I do not know…” he breathes, staring into your eyes.

Your lips part slightly as you swallow, eyes flicking away momentarily then returning to him, “It’s okay, at least everyone is safe. Especially Miss Edelgard. That fact alone makes my heart leap with joy.”

In front of Hubert, your breathing almost ceases entirely, stiff and wide-eyed as your mind helplessly zeroes in from his touch on your body. Your breathing becomes shallow and your heart is pounding in your chest as your cheeks heat with nerves, how bare you are.

“H-Huey… What are you doing?”

“Lavish you with ardent endearment so you never feel ashamed of these scars.”

“T-ticklish….”

“Should I stop?”

“I never said that.”

His lips tilt into a cheeky grin at your words, making you huff a short laugh.

“I thought you were going to laugh or mock me for my nightmares and… dark thoughts—but you don’t.”

“You might need to reevaluate how you see me, then.”

“Actually, I have,” you smile, mouth still so near to his own you could feel every breath, every small movement. “I used to think of you as a cold-blooded, heartless person. But the more I get to know you, I know you aren’t. You might look the calm and logical type, but I know your emotions can get the better of you sometimes. But when it comes to me….”

“Stop it right there.”

“You are the perfect juxtaposition between homicidal and compassionate—driven by love and devoti—” Your words come to a halt when Hubert clamps his hand over your mouth out of embarrassment.

It’s rare to catch Hubert losing his composure and letting his bashfulness run amok. Something about his flushed face and annoyed look make your heart sing. Maybe it would be wonderful to tease him more.

You stick your tongue out on a whim, catching against Hubert’s rough finger, his salty skin awakening your senses. A deafening howl pierces the quiet room. It’s amusing to see how fast Hubert backs away like a terrified cat.

You. Can. Get. Used. To. This.

His brows curve ever so slightly, as if he was in pain. You shift so you are once again looking at him fully. A broad smile shines on your lips, “Hubert Catvestra!”

You are sure you hear some doors outside creak from his loud yell. Some faint whispers and curses fly through the hallway but none of them bother to make a fuss out of it.

“I did not expect anything less from your smart mouth, (Y/N),” he fumes after you make sure the hallway is silent and nobody wakes up outside.

Ominous aura emanates from seething Hubert but it doesn’t frighten you at all. He only sighs and tousles your hair when you giggle at him. It is the worst one yet, his heart wrenching so painfully he is sure you would be able to tell.

Goddess, how beautiful your smile is. Carefree, trusting, and jovial unlike these previous weeks. As if he has lifted great burdens from your shoulders. How it makes Hubert breathless that you are showing it to him, giving your vulnerable part of you to him to treasure away.

You peer up slightly to Hubert, bringing the straps back up to cover the scars from his view. But when he grasps your hand in his—the electricity sparks between the two of you.

“Your enchanting smile…. It has been forever. I am blessed to see it again, my love.” Hubert’s restraint slips as he moves forward imperceptibly, just wanting to cherish this precious moment with you. “There is a void in my heart without your snarky attitude and smart quips, (Y/N). Nothing feels the same when you are away. I have to admit I am growing fond of them.” Hubert murmurs between his passionate kisses.

You look at him when you hear the rawness in Hubert’s voice, eyes flickering to him. “Huey… What is it?” You asked tentatively. His gaze drops to your mouth and your cheeks warm with the intensity, the blatant want.

“I miss you dearly,” he breathed, lips finally pressing to yours. The butterflies that are circling your heart now seemed to be flocking, each wing stroke tip with the softest of dust, making your heart ache. Your fingers tighten slightly in his clothes fabric, desperate for something to ground you, something to hold on to, to keep you from being whisk away on those butterflies wings. Hubert’s soft lips are so intoxicating, so much more caring, the affection having your mind go dizzy.

He pulls away hesitantly, waiting for your reaction. “(Y/N?)”

You, however, push forward, returning your lips to his, making his eyes widen ever so slightly before shutting as he presses back against you. “Yeah… please.”

The soft moonlight is beginning to glow into the back of your head so it is well-timed when Hubert pushes forward, lightly shoving you back into his bed. Your head tilts back as he leans over you, strong arm bracing beside your head as his free hand cups behind your neck, pulling you closer, allowing him to kiss you better; deeper.

It doesn’t help when you bring your own arms to hang round his neck, hands gliding over the muscles of his upper arms, his shoulders, until they lace in his hair, your mouth opening further as your chest brushes against his and a sound rumbles within him.

You pull away, looking at Hubert with heat flushing your cheeks, eyes partially widened. He couldn’t hide the way his pupils expand as he takes in your complexion, lips ever so slightly swollen and hair in disarray.

You know what Hubert wants. And you find yourself yearning that connection, moving for it, desperate to catch it as well. His mouth latched onto yours perfectly, kissing you deeply, in a way that had your arms wrapping around his shoulders, gently pulling him closer as Hubert moved you onto the bed fully, back pressing into the mattress.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs when he pulls back, eyes on your lips, your half lidded eyes. Softness is brimming in his eyes. He leans down and removes your nightgown and panties, now lying bare beneath him.

He takes a moment to take in the scars that adorn your body. With one hand Hubert supporting himself while the other trails down your body, staring at your collar bones then gliding between your breasts, over your stomach, waist, inner thighs, and to your legs—worshiping every scars reverently with his fingers and trail of kisses, whispering ‘lovely’, ‘beautiful’, and ‘gorgeous’ on every inch of your body.

“Perfect,” Hubert purrs. His lips connect with your scars in the split of a second and so does his tongue. Hubert is gentle. Even his biting is loving. You pant as he sucks marks on his wake, soothing each one with his tongue afterward.

Your mind is already fuzzy with his proximity and the thoughts of what he is going to do. Lost in pure ecstasy, you throw your head back and moan his name quietly.

Breathing hard you look up through your lashes, reaching up a hand to drag over Hubert’s chest, traveling downwards to the tent in his trousers. Your actions make him flustered and tear his gaze from you. But it sure does spur something in him—Hubert snatches your hand off of him and begins to tear off his clothes, leaving him gloriously naked.

“So greedy. This will be another long, sleepless night for us.”

“I don’t mind. We are night owls, after all.”

Huffing out a laugh, Hubert raises his head, making eye contact with you. You want to capture the moment forever, to keep this image of him tucked away in the back of your mind to think back on in the future. Unusual side of Hubert von Vestra unbeknownst to anyone. Your Huey. Loving and benevolent. Unlike the one that has plagued your nightmare.

“Pulling another all-nighter? But you are in a dire need of sleep.” Hubert moves closer to you.

Out of instinct (and embarrassment) you reach for the blanket to cover yourself—but he tugs the thick fabric and yanks it away.

“Maybe I need someone to tuck me in.”

You pout up with that look you know he can’t refuse, the dark mage smirks down at you, wanting to catch that jutted lip between his teeth. “We can arrange something about that.” A smug look enters Hubert’s eyes.

“And what would it be?”

He only chuckles at your retort and moves back up to you, capturing your lips in a deep open mouthed kiss. You could taste your shared breath, feel the thud of your combined heartbeat as his fingers threading into your hair.

You hadn’t realized how much you had missed Hubert. The solace of being able to lie with him for the shared unity times like this brought. The warmth and unconditional love.

“I am unable to comprehend the correlation between this and sleeping, but… Go ahead, Huey.”

“How could I ever refuse you, (Y/N)?” Hubert whispers as he litters your chest and stomach with soft kisses as he makes his way down your frame, stopping when your hands tangle in his hair, preventing him from dipping between your legs.

“Huey,” you mewl softly.

A small grunt in response.

“Huey,” you call more firmly, but still breathless.

This time a moan.

“Hubert,” you pant, fingers tangling in the inky hair at the back of his neck, guiding him to look at you. “What is it?” He murmurs, grin tipping the corners of his mouth and pleasure roiling at the base of his spine when he sees the desperation in your eyes, the bliss basking there.

For a second you sit there, staring at each other and breathing erratically.

Hubert has never looked more intoxicating. His hair is slightly matted from sweat and mussed from you running your hands through it. His cool, calm, and collected demeanor is gone and replaced with something much hungrier.

“Warm…. You are so warm, Huey. Surrounding me with your love like the softest blanket. This is… way much better than those harrowing nightmares.”

“I am here. I am here, (Y/N). You are safe with me. I will not let any harm nor nightmare befall upon you ever again.”

“I love you, Huey” you softly admit, your words warming his heart. Tears welling on your eyes from his assurance.

“And I love you, (Y/N), more than anything, is all Hubert whispers as he places a soft kiss on the crown of your forehead and wipes your tears with his thumb. Taking his hand, Hubert presses the tip of one of his fingers on your entrance. He pushes a single finger inside, quickly adding another as your moans increase.

Stretching you out, Hubert curls his fingers, hitting the spot he knew so well inside of you, your climax growing closer and closer as he continues his ministrations. “So tight and tiny for me, sweet girl,” he whispers, entranced by the mesmerizing sight in front of him. By this point in your relationship you had realized how Hubert’s large size next to you turns him on—even he will never admit it out loud. Another mysterious side of him.

Adding a third finger, Hubert sped up and the tightening in your stomach became unbearable as you reached your high. “That is it, let go of my love, I am right here.” Hubert’s words were the last push you needed and your back arch off the mattress as your juices gush over his hand.

Catching your breath, you watched as Hubert stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking your juice off of his fingers, releasing a low moan at the taste. He sure knows how to rile you up. Ugh. How intoxicating.

“Huey, what are yo—mmph….”

Crawling back up on your body, his lips capture yours, tasting your juices on his tongue. A soft breath leaves your mouth when Hubert breaks off the kiss and smirks at you. He even has the audacity to mock your breathless and flushed face, but kind enough to wipe off the saliva.

“Could you go for more?”

His smile blooms when you give him a short nod and let him part your legs and align himself with you. Biting your lip, you brace yourself for the pain that would be unavoidable with Hubert’s size when you feel him against your heat.

Hubert lets you pull him close, burying your face in the junction of his neck and shoulder as he pushes into you, filling you deliciously. Small pants tumble from your lips as you lightly bite into his shoulder, trying to organize your inhales and exhales. A slight groan comes from the male above you when he feels your teeth grazing his skin.

You let out a shaky breath, “Please,” you murmur, telling him he could move. He pulls nearly all the way back out, then pushes back in slowly, just to make sure you are okay with the stretch. Hubert is more than delighted when your back arch from the pleasure he brings you. His excitement heightens when you move your hips against him, desperate to have him pounding inside of you.

“Look,” he breathes out, his gaze traveling down to see your lower abdomen moving as he fucks into you. Watching the stomach bulge he had created, you truly think you had never seen anything so hot. “Do you see how tiny you are compared to me? Your pussy is so small you can see my length bulging in your stomach.” Hubert almost cums at the sight, but he knows he wants to last longer, to wrench another climax from you before he finishes.

Leaning back, Hubert grabs your legs, throwing them over his shoulder, and reaching a new spot inside of you. “So, so, small under me, so beautiful,” he grunts out as he continues pounding into you. Your legs shake violently as his hand travels down to play with your clit, your climax building.

A loud growl rumbled in his chest as you clamped down on him. Once again Hubert pulls out, until only his head is inside, then slams back in, making your body curl at the immediate pleasure.

Every time Hubert slams into you, his abdomen would hit your clit, the pleasure gathering rapidly in the pit of your stomach. You mewl loudly as Hubert angles his hips into a particular spot and drives his cock deep languidly.

A slight cry slips from your lips at the intense pleasure, your eyes shut tight as you sink your head back into the pillow, arms curl tightly around his powerful shoulders, nails biting into his skin.

“Look at me,” he growls, noting the signs of your high approaching. He cups your cheek in one hand, refusing to slow his pace—just to torture you a little—tilting your face, “I said look at me, (Y/N),” he snarls, devilish delight in the way your body responds to that husky tone, the arousal that spread through his mind.

“Stay with me, just a little more,” the words come out soft despite the tension and you pull Hubert impossibly closer, holding him tightly as that wave crashes down sending you spinning into the depths of pleasure.

Hubert groans when he sees the tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks, male pride shining in his face as well as adoration for you. You pull him down, desperately, mouth pressing against his as the pressure and heat built between your legs, nearing your boiling point.

The two of you moan loudly into the kiss, each of you nearing that seizing point of euphoria, when your minds would go blank and rationality would fade into startling, blinding pleasure. Taking his hand, you intertwine your fingers together, letting your love for one another flow through the connection between your hands, a surprisingly tender moment despite the rough movements.

Reaching your climax, you tighten impossibly around him, triggering Hubert’s own release. The feeling of his hot cum filling you up causes your climax to heighten, the sounds of both of your moans fill the room. Feeling the final spurts of his climax, Hubert rolls to the side of you, trying not to crush you. Removing his now softening cock from you, Hubert gulps as he watches a mixture of your juices leak out of you, his cock twitching at the sight.

“I might need to chastise you for staring blatantly like that but am feeling sleepy now. I wonder why? But that was amazing… and… uhm…. Wonderful. Thank you, Huey.”

Laying down, Hubert brings you into his arms and pulls the blanket over your body. All of those midnight activities with Hubert sure drains your remaining strength—making you drowsy. You can feel his smile blooming on your hair when he kisses it but you are unsure—not when your eyes are begging to close. His lulling warmth heightens your sleepiness.

“Good night, (Y/N). Get a good sleep. I will chase away your nightmares. I will keep you safe.”

“Nice try, Huey. Yes… You will scare away my nightmares. You are much scarier than them, after all.”

“Just close your eyes already.” Hubert scowls at you but somehow his usual death glare is brimming by warm kindness now. Or maybe your brain is playing tricks with you.

Leaning into Hubert’s chest, you place one last kiss on his pectoral for the night, right on his heart—making him gasp and recoil. How silly.

“Thank you for tucking me in tonight, Huey. Good… night…”

Maybe you will be able to sleep peacefully tonight.