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krystalreverb · 4 years

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Something Human (Fic Preview #3)

Edelgard sat down. It was the first time she hadn't been around Hubert in the last few days, and suddenly she felt very alone. Byleth came over and put their hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, don't look so down. He'll be back soon enough. You want some food? Dorothea cooked, but don't worry, I supervised. It came out just fine. I already had one, and I'm not in the infirmary, so they're fine.” Byleth offered Edelgard a sandwich from the plate on the table. Edelgard sighed and took one. “So what's the matter? You look so glum.”

“It's nothing, Professor. I just feel a little strange after that potion, that's all.” She said, taking a bite. “I can't help but worry. We really were fools.”

“Hey, everybody's a fool when they're in their 20s. Your twenties are supposed to be about being a fool, and screwing things up. Hell, I'm not that much older than you, and even I can be an idiot sometimes. You entered into a rather enthusiastic romantic and sexual relationship without thinking through all the consequences first. It happens. But I have to ask.... is he at least good in bed?”

“Professor!” Edelgard said, scandalized. Then she grinned wickedly. “Extremely. You heard Linhardt. According to Linhardt, you heard me. Now, for an inexperienced as we both are, he is at the very least adequate. He knows what he's doing, anyway.”

“Good! So at least you have that going for you. And I'm glad you found the book you needed. I've done my best to replace the ones that Seteth got rid of but I'm not a miracle worker.” Byleth said. “I'll see if I can't find some sheepskin in the marketplace and fashion you two a few condoms. I'm a mercenary, I know how to make them. Believe it or not, my father taught me. He knows what mercenaries get up to. They make cheaper ones out of oiled paper and beeswax but I think Hubert's allergic to beeswax. Last time I tried to give him anything with beeswax like that in it he broke out into a rash and was scratching for four days. It took three trips to the infirmary to clear it up.” They clapped Edelgard on the back good-naturedly and got up to walk away to stand back in the corner and let their students interact.

“It's the herbal oils he's allergic to.” Edelgard corrected nonchalantly, looking over her shoulder to Byleth walking away. “He has to fashion his own hypoallergenic soap, unscented. He's allergic to the lavender oil in the standard military soap.”

“Yeah, that was it. I had him deliver a bar of soap to a soldier who'd run out and he came back red and blotchy.” Byleth confirmed idly, picking up a dining hall menu and beginning to absently flip through it.

“That explains why he always smells like rendered grease!” Caspar interrupted. “I always wondered why he smelled kinda like weapon oil when he doesn't use a weapon. I thought it was just another Mystery of Hubert.”

Edelgard snorted. “He's allergic to a few things, actually. Strawberries, herbal oils, and certain nuts, I believe. He may have seasonal allergies as well, but he never spends enough time outdoors for me to study that. I think the only herbal oil he's not allergic to is peppermint, but he hates both the scent and taste of peppermint so he doesn't use it for anything.”

“How can one hate peppermint? It is being such a useful and tasty thing!” Petra exclaimed. “I am thinking that Hubert is the strange one.”

Edelgard giggled, covering her mouth with her hand, and snorting. “I don't understand it either, but he does. He's said he likes the scent of spearmint, specifically, but he's allergic to spearmint and spearmint oil so he doesn't use that either.”

“Yeah, yeah, allergies and stuff; Hubert's got a rash or whatever. So tell me.” Caspar slid in close, eyebrows wiggling playfully, elbowing Edelgard in the ribs gently, “Does he have a magic penis?”

“What? No!” Edelgard flushed, shoving him away, which only made him laugh. “Do you really believe that the only way I'd be attracted to him would be if his penis was magical?”

“Oh, I thought he said 'matching penis'.” Ferdinand said out loud, almost with relief, hand on his chest like he'd almost had a heart attack.

“I feel like most men have a matching penis.” Linhardt yawned, looking up from his book briefly and gesturing down his body with his hand lazily towards his crotch.

“Eh, you'd think.” Byleth replied bluntly and without hesitation from their corner, flipping through the dining hall menu idly and not looking up, making half the table laugh uncomfortably.

“I am hating this conversation very much.” Petra curled up her nose in disgust. “Can we please be speaking of something else that is not Hubert's penis?”

“I am inclined to agree with Petra.” Edelgard said firmly. “My relationship-- nor Hubert's genitals-- should not be the most talked-about subject at this table.”

“Look, we'll just come out and say it. We all heard you guys having ridiculous, loud, kinky sex all last night. Of course your relationship is going to be the most talked-about thing here. The proud, powerful Emperor and her loyal dark knight who worships the ground she walks on. It's like stuff out of Dorothea's bad romance novels.” Caspar said. Dorothea pouted.

“They're not bad!” She insisted.

“They're awful.” Ferdinand blurted. “As if a nobleman would ever behave in such a manner. Sleeping his way through half the maids? That's unbecoming of a noble. A real noble would at least choose one.”

“Anyway,” Caspar stressed, quieting the idle chatter, “What I'm trying to say is, we're all very happy for you, woohoo you found love in the middle of this war-torn hellscape we live in, yay! But of course it's going to be talked about. You can't just wake up half the Strike Force with your loud kinky Hubert sex and expect us not to talk about it.”

Edelgard blushed furiously. “I suppose, in my position I should have been more careful.”

“Sometimes, to be letting go of your crown and having a good time is necessary.” Petra said. “Just do not be doing it so loudly.”

“I already apologized for that!” Edelgard's face seemed to turn even redder. “I honestly didn't realize I was being so loud, and Hubert didn't say anything because, as he puts it, 'I happened to be enjoying myself'. Apparently he likes it when I scream.”

“We can tell.” Ferdinand said. “We could hear him, too, you know. He wasn't exactly silent either. We all heard him yelling out blessings and thanks to Gods last night. He's loud too. And we're pretty sure he has a little body worship fetish.”

Edelgard's face met the table with a subdued groan. Hubert came trotting back in, covered in dirt, with the trowel in his hand. Brushing off his clothes, he handed the trowel back to Byleth and sat down at the table with his head in his hands. Edelgard put her hand on his back, between his shoulderblades. He sighed and lifted his head. He looked around. “What? What are you all gawking at?” He hissed.

Caspar covered his mouth with his hand to avoid laughing. He turned away, snickering into his hand.

Hubert huffed and took a sandwich. “You realize that I don't even have to touch you to kill you, right? I can kill you where you stand from over here. Won't even cost me any effort. It's as simple as breathing, crushing your stupid head with dark magic. Shall we see what color your brains are? Probably blue, as oxygen-deprived as your brain obviously must be inside that thick skull of yours.” He eyed Caspar dangerously, his golden eyes glinting with murderous intent.

Caspar immediately looked away, whistling innocently, pretending not to notice that Hubert was clearly angry and about to commit a random act of violence.

“They kept asking me if you had a magic penis.” Edelgard tattled, pouting.

“Aw, come on!” Caspar crowed, looking back at them. “Tattletale!”

Hubert snorted. “It's about as magical as the rest of me. I could probably piss out a hex or two if I tried.” He replied, taking a bite of his sandwich. “That being said, I try not to use magic in the bedroom if I can help it. I find it cheapens the experience.”

“Oh? Then what was that back there?” Edelgard teased. “What with the conjuring?”

Caspar worriedly mouthed 'conjuring?' towards Petra, who simply shrugged and seemed to indicate she didn't want to think about it, waving her hand dismissively. Dorothea's eyes went very wide. What on earth is Hubert conjuring in the bedroom? Byleth snorted loudly and covered it up by coughing into their hand.

“I said I try, not that I always succeed.” Hubert said, face turning pink slightly. “Is this going to become 20 Questions about our relationship from this room?”

“It'll be 50 if I can drag Bernadetta out of her room. Five minutes.” Ferdinand rushed off. Hubert rolled his eyes.

“Great. All I wanted was food.” He lamented. “I haven't eaten much in the last couple of days.”

“Nor have I.” Edelgard sighed. “Another foolish decision on our part.”

“In our defense, I truly, honestly was not in the mood for doing anything else.” Hubert admitted. “Why? Why eat when you alone could sustain me?” Most of their friends could not have said before that moment that they had ever seen quite a look of saccharine love in Hubert's eyes before, nor had they seen him ever tick up Edelgard's chin in such a loving, nurturing way with his index finger. Edelgard blushed.

“Quiet, you. Eat your sandwich.” She chided, cheeks pink and hands placed delicately on Hubert's chest. “Wasn't it you who said we should keep this behind closed doors?”

Caspar made mock gagging noises. Dorothea slowly pulled out a notebook and a quill, and began taking notes, as though her friends' relationship would come with a quiz at the end.

“Please.” Hubert eyed Caspar warningly before continuing. “Our friends, at least, have made it perfectly clear that they already know. At least, around them, I can adore you, can I not? Is it not a fundamental human right of a man to adore and cherish those who he loves?”

Caspar groaned. Dorothea was writing in her notebook furiously, occasionally looking up to get a good look at Hubert stroking Edelgard's cheek, or Edelgard's blushing cheeks and eyes cast down as though she were nervous. Linhardt was eyeing the happy couple with contempt and mild disgust. They were spoiling his appetite and being altogether cruel. Poor Linhardt had no one to warm his soul on a chilly night, so why should they get to be so cavalier about their own forbidden love?

Edelgard laughed and finally gently pushed Hubert away. “Eat. Take it as an order if you have to. You can't fight if you're going hungry, and I need you now more than ever to break through the enemy ranks. You're the only one of us who can use dark magic. We need a little of that. So eat.”

“Of course, my lady. I obey.” He took another bite of his sandwich and settled into his seat.

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krystalreverb · 4 years

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Hey folks! If you’ve been following the development of Something Human, you’ll know I posted various fic previews here on tumblr. A lot of those scenes have changed since then, so if you’re willing to sit through a lot of details you’ve already seen, I have a few previews lined up with never-before-seen new lines and new dialogue and a whole lot of new stuff. Like this post if you want that sort of thing while I fill time trying to avoid putting a proper ending on it.

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krystalreverb · 5 years

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Hubert and Edelgard are twenty years worth of stupid ❤️

#fire emblem three houses #fire emblem #hubert and edelgard #my heart #this entire fic is very silly #hubelgard #thats what i call it anyway #i dont know what the community calls it #sometimes i feel like im the only one who ships it #hubert #edelgard

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krystalreverb · 4 years

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Something Human (Fic Preview #2)

A sudden, very violent thought struck Hubert at that moment. Oh, no.

“Besides.... we.... haven't exactly been safe about making love, have we? If you fall pregnant before the war is over, you'll be forced onto the sidelines, and I know you don't want that. We can't afford that. We need you as much as we need all of our fighters, and if the higher-ranking nobles find out, there will be a revolution and likely a bid for my head. Dear Gods, what have we done?”

“You're right, Hubert. We should be more careful in the future. It's been riotously fun, but extremely dangerous at such a perilous time for the Empire. We let our feelings get ahead of our better judgment, and that was a stupid idea when we're so close to reaching our goal.” Edelgard relented. “Though... I'm not entirely sure I even can fall pregnant. Those Who Slither in the Dark....”

“We can get you medically evaluated later to confirm whether or not it's even possible for you to bear children, but for the moment, let's proceed as though you have full reproductive functionality, and take all necessary precautions to avoid a political shitshow.” Hubert cut her off. He didn't like talking about that time. That long, regrettable time, so long ago, when she was tortured, experimented on, cut open, sewn back together in wicked ways.... and Hubert could do nothing. Unable to act, at only ten years old, he could not save her, could not even find her, and he considered it his most regrettable personal failure as her retainer. It was a time that would haunt him deep in his core until the day he died.

“As it stands, as a warlock, I have knowledge of a specific potion that will prevent you from falling pregnant this time around. Honestly, I probably should have looked it up the first time we had sex, but I was in too good a mood to think about it. That's on me; that's my own fault. However, it's been less than 72 hours, so the potion should still be effective, given that I can look it up in what's left of the library after we blew half the monastery to high hell.” Hubert mused. Edelgard nodded. “And, that's assuming we have the ingredients on hand, and have enough time to brew the potion.” Hubert finished, and Edelgard's face fell.

“I'll help you look. Two sets of eyes are better than one. Just tell me what entry to look for.” She said. “We should do that as soon as the Professor's seminar is over.”

“My lady, time is of the essence. We should go now. The longer we wait, the more we risk the potion not working. It's meant to prevent pregnancy; it won't work if you've already conceived.” Hubert stressed. “Obviously by now the Professor knows what we've been up to. Linhardt made that perfectly clear. If I explain the situation, perhaps we'll be let off this once. I'll meet you in the library.” Hubert bustled off, cheeks pink with the embarrassment of having to admit his crime to the Professor's face with his own mouth.

Edelgard went to the library, and found it thankfully still relatively intact after the assault five years ago. She probably should have figured, given that Linhardt spent most of his admittedly limited waking hours here, but Edelgard hadn't really needed to come up here for any reason since they started using Garreg Mach as a base. She went around lighting a few torches and opening a few dusty, tattered curtains to let in the sunlight. She went around straightening book piles and dusting off a few chairs and tables so they'd have a clean place to sit. Hubert quickly joined, his cheeks still burning. The Professor had laughed at him for a solid two minutes, then simply nodded and waved their hand dismissively, still snickering under their breath.

“It would be a purple tome about Potions, my lady. Look for any books on herbal medicine as well.”

“It would help if I knew what the title was, Hubert.”

“My lady, do you really believe that if I knew the title, I would be resorting to a vague description of what it looks like?” Hubert deadpanned. “It's been five and a half years since we were in the Academy. I don't remember what any of these books are called. And that's assuming that bastard Seteth didn't find it and get rid of it one day while we weren't looking. Plus half of these books have been destroyed, either through the flames of the assault or damage from the crumbling ramparts. There's no guarantee the book is even here, let alone we'll be able to make the potion correctly and on time. We can only hope at this point.” He didn't sound too confident, but surely they'd come up with something, right?

Edelgard couldn't contest Hubert's logic. She continued her search. Hubert opened each book and flipped through it frantically, tossing each one over his shoulder into a pile that wasn't what he was looking for.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, in the very back of the dustiest far corner of the library, with the rest of the restricted, forbidden, and forgotten books that hadn't yet been discarded by Garreg Mach's staff over the years, Hubert came across the entry he was looking for, in a 4th century ancient tome with dusty pages and a cracked and crumbling leather cover. The spine of the book was clearly... well-loved, falling apart in chunks in Hubert's hands. Advanced Potion-Making, the title glared up at him in gold leaf on the crumbling spine. Hubert opened the front cover; apparently this book had been owned by a student in the past, as the inside cover was signed in fading, ancient ink by someone named... Henry? Henry Poller? The ink was too faded to read clearly, though Hubert could make out a signature above the faded one that read Property of the Half-Blood Prince. And inside, about halfway through the book, was an entry titled Nightwalker Potion. It was a potion meant to prevent a “promiscuous” unwed woman from falling pregnant and “ruining her family's reputation”. Ah, the fourth century. Hubert nodded.

“Here it is. Oh, good, it looks like we should have most of these ingredients either in the kitchens or the marketplace.” Hubert breathed a sigh of relief. “I might even have several of these ingredients in my personal stores. Fortune smiles on us. How long does it take to brew? Oh, thank any deity that may exist, it only takes an hour. I suppose it was designed to be brewed quickly in case of an emergency such as this.” Hubert took up the book in his arms and gestured for Edelgard to follow him.

She would do so, trotting along behind him while he traveled to an underused supply closet deep within the monastery's many hallways. Once the door was opened, it became clear that this was no ordinary supply closet, but a pantry stocked with potion ingredients. Hubert's personal stores. He opened the book to the page he needed and began plucking various things in jars off the shelves, handing them to Edelgard to hold. Soon she had an armful of jars, all unlabeled but containing various strange and frankly icky things that she was glad to only be touching via a glass barrier. Eyeballs of various creatures, a vial of a red liquid that looked suspiciously like blood, fur of unknown origin that seemed to be riddled with dandruff, and what appeared to be small green pustules that were oozing a strange white fluid.

“The greenhouse should have the rest of what we need. Just carry those for now.”

Edelgard continued to carry the jars as they bustled into the greenhouse.

Hubert began muttering to himself as he plucked up plants and tossed the useless ones away. “No, no, no... there's one.... No, no, no, who let the Professor plant vegetables in the flower bed? Somebody ought to keep an eye on them.... I swear, they're absolutely a lunatic....” He muttered, taking the ingredients he needed and leaving behind a pile of pulled-up roots that the greenhouse keeper would have to either discard or re-plant later. Hubert bustled past Edelgard, who was simply watching calmly, arms full of icky jars. She trotted along behind him while he pulled out a small pewter cauldron from an old closet, brushed the dust off of it, and shot a fireball from his hand beneath it to start it heating up while he read the recipe right there in the hallway, dropping to sit cross-legged on the floor to work, levitating the book with magic near his face where he could read it.

“Shouldn't we move to a better location than this?” Edelgard asked. “What if somebody needs to come down this hallway?”

“We're on the third floor of the monastery, nobody ever comes up here besides the Professor, my lady. Besides, time is of the essence, remember. We're extremely fortunate already that the book and ingredients were all here.” Hubert replied. “It takes an hour and we have a very small window of time. There's no time to set up all my equipment anywhere else.”

“This is true. And I said you were in charge. Brew where you will.” Edelgard acquiesced, simply sitting cross-legged on the floor to watch him, putting the jars down next to his feet for ease of access.

Hubert stirred the potion clockwise several times, counting his strokes under his breath, and muttered incantations over the cauldron. It boiled and bubbled and stank in strange colors and iridescence throughout the entire process, and Edelgard couldn't quite ascertain how it was going by the increasingly stressed expression on Hubert's face. Finally, the pinched skin between Hubert's eyebrows softened, and he breathed a sigh of relief, pouring the finished potion (turned an iridescent, pearly emerald green) into a glass vial and handing it to Edelgard. “Now drink that and we pray it works.” Hubert said, and without question, Edelgard popped the cork out of the vial and downed it. She made a face at the taste; certainly none of those ingredients tasted good, and certainly not together. Hubert chuckled. “I should have warned you about the taste, but I wanted to see the look on your face. Mm, foul, isn't it? Potions generally are. The only good-tasting 'potion' out there is likely Amortentia, the supposed 'love potion'.” Hubert made sarcastic air quotes around the sides of his head with his fingers around 'potion' and 'love potion', rolling his eyes, “It's a crock of shit peddled by conmen, which is probably why it actually tastes decent. Apparently it's supposed to taste different to each person who drinks it, but most people report that it basically tastes like whiskey and mint.”

“How do we know if this potion works?” Edelgard asked.

“You'll start menstruating within the next couple of days. It kind of kick-starts the process. Once that happens, you're decidedly not pregnant. It's a safe remedy, all natural ingredients, don't worry. We just can't use it too often or it loses its effectiveness.” He sighed. “Boy, we were fools. That was a close call.” He said blatantly.

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krystalreverb · 4 years

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Something Human (Fic Preview #1)

Oh my god a fic from me that isn't xanlow I know it's the end times it's still fire emblem tho, don't get that confused so I have a weakness for master servant stuff so this is what you get I immediately had a weakness for Hubert/Edelgard I forced hubert to learn some healing magic so I could have more healers, haha I also like to make jokes so I paired them up and Hubert is just like of course I love you, was that not clear? ok I have no excuses for the ending but here we go gender neutral and pan byleth, I use the female Byleth in my runs because it makes recruiting Sylvain so much easier and he's a great unit and also i'm a huge slut for fishnet tights but this Byleth can be either one you want they use they/them pronouns and I don't describe their appearance at all so it can be either Byleth you want this takes place during the war when the black eagle strike force is still using garreg mach as a base I guess? It's vaguely sometime after they take out deirdru but before they march on fhirdiad i'm pretending byleth didn't recruit any other students into the BESF because my brain only has room for so many characters and I don't want to remember any extras nor did I want to explain why they're there Have a little body worship for your troubles this is self indulgent and shitty don't hate me this is just what I do for fun edelgard is 100% loud af in bed, don't try to tell me she's not a screamer ok so in my headcanon how this works is Byleth splits their class/training session time into two or three chunks to give the BESF a generous lunch break and give them a chance to study and train on their own for a couple hours before moving onto a different topic or training focus this is mostly focused on Hubert, there are some good Edelgard moments but this is mostly a Hubert-centric story bi king linhardt is my lifeblood, he's so jealous and catty there are multiple music and pop culture references dating back into the 90's, there are quite a few, see if you can spot them I was born in '92 I'm allowed to call myself a 90's kid dadgummit you kids these days I s2fg the first person to give me a complete list of memes and references that I put in this fic gets a hubelgard drawing by me I am not an artist but I'll do it anyway just don't expect anything good so basically Hubert is Gomez Addams and Edelgard is his Morticia, okay he worships the ground she walks on and lavishes her with affection and love and just thinks everything she says and does is beautiful and magical and she enjoys every second of it I headcanon that edelgard is an absolute unit she's just smol and Hubert kind of has the build of a guy who sits inside all day reading spellbooks

Something Human

The hallways of the monastery were dark, the night outside peering in through the windows and casting slim moonlight beams on the floor and walls. Within those moonbeams was a shadowy figure, slithering through the shadows like a phantom in an ancient opera house, a glass of water in one hand. The figure stopped, hearing something strange.

“N-no... S-stay away! Stay away!” It was Edelgard. She was in distress. The water glass shattered loudly on the floor, and the water spilled across the stone. The figure bolted across the hallway and around the corner. Protect her with your life.

“No! No, stop! Get away from me!”

The figure stopped in front of a locked door and very quickly assessed the situation. No sign of forced entry. That was good. But Edelgard was still crying out, and the bed was rocking, banging against the wall alarmingly. The figure picked up a lamp off the windowsill and lit it, lighting up his face as he knocked on the door. It was Hubert, who had gotten up thirsty in the middle of the night and left his quarters to fetch himself a glass of water from the kitchens to take back to his room with him. He was a human, as were they all, and he occasionally got thirsty in the middle of the night. This simply happened to be one of those nights.

“Your Majesty? What's going on in there?” Hubert asked. He got no response other than Edelgard crying out again and the bed crashing against the wall violently.

Hubert spared no time. He quickly used a bit of magic to trip the lock and opened the door. Immediately he saw that there was no one there, other than a very sweaty Edelgard in her bed, eyes screwed shut, crying out in fitful sleep.”Stay away! Stay away! Leave me alone!” Edelgard cried out in her sleep, clutching her head with her hands and thrashing in her sheets. Her hair whipped about her head, creating a shimmering white halo around her head. The bed crashed loudly into the wall, and the vibration knocked her crown clean off the bedside table. Hubert let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

A nightmare. Of course. Hubert knew his lady suffered from nightmares; who wouldn't, after the life she'd led, the horrors she'd suffered? Hubert often found his dreams equally grim and frightening, on nights such as these. On clear nights, with no immediate threat present, sometimes, just sometimes, his mind turned in on itself too. It was a side effect of the rigors of war.

Hubert quickly put the lamp on her bedside table, picked her crown up off the floor, placed it back on the table next to the lamp, and shook his lady gently with one hand. “Your Majesty.” It was simple, but direct, quiet, yet audible enough to carry within the dorm room.

Edelgard's eyes shot open and she sat up straight, woken up suddenly. Her hair was a disaster and there were red rings around her eyes. The string-like strap of her thin nightgown fell pathetically off of her shoulder to hook around her arm, the neckline slipping down until her right breast threatened to fall out of the material entirely. Hubert pretended not to notice. “Ahhhh!” She shrieked, her eyes fixing on him and taking a couple of seconds to fully focus.

Hubert was almost knocked backwards by her force. “My lady, it's only me!” He exclaimed in a direct whisper.

“Hubert??” Edelgard asked, wild-eyed and terrified, clutching her blankets to her chest. “What are you doing in my chambers this late at night???”

“I heard you from the hallway, Your Majesty. You were crying out in your sleep. Is it that nightmare again?” Hubert asked, gently placing his hand on hers to placate her anxiety for now.

“Oh, Hubert... I don't want to talk about it.” Edelgard said stubbornly, casting her eyes away. Her cheeks turned a rather cute shade of embarrassed pink.

“The professor said talking about it would help.” Hubert supplied. Edelgard huffed.

“I know. But I...”

“But I won't force your hand.” Hubert relented. “At least allow me to stay by your side, my lady, for my own peace of mind. I thought you were being attacked, Your Majesty. It gave me quite the fright.”

“Oh, Hubert, don't be overdramatic. Yes, you can stay.” Edelgard shuffled over in bed and allowed Hubert to climb up next to her. Hubert immediately found himself the subject of a tight embrace, the Emperor's head resting on his chest and her arms looped around his shoulders.

“Hubert.... I will create peace, for all of Fódlan.”

“I know, Your Majesty. I know. And I will be by your side every step of the way, my lady.”

“No.... No titles tonight, Hubert. Please....”

“As you wish, Edelgard.” Hubert stroked Edelgard's hair softly, running his fingers through her white locks. This was familiar to them; comforting. Hubert often would let the crying little girl that was a pained and tortured young Edelgard sleep in his arms after a particularly terrible day. It always allowed her a restful sleep, to know he was always there to watch over her. Edelgard's father never knew, and neither did Hubert's. It wasn't entirely proper of them, but then again they had never quite been a proper pair. Closer than siblings, they knew each other more intimately than lovers, and touch came naturally between them as a sign of their devotion to one another. A hug, a touch on the shoulder, their pinkies intertwining as they walked their bloody path together. There was a world of words between them never spoken, but implicitly understood. What was proper and what was crossing the line. What they could and couldn't say. What they wouldn't say, not yet anyway.

“Hubert?”

“Yes, Edelgard?”

“Do you think I'm... a good Emperor?” She asked, in a small voice. An uncertain voice. A voice wracked with insecurity, disbelief, and thinly-veiled suffering in isolation.

“Emperor Edelgard von Hresvelg, ruler of the entire Adrestian Empire... yours is a reign I am proud to swear my fealty to.” Hubert answered immediately, without hesitation or second thought. “And you know me, Edelgard. I am an excellent judge of character.”

Edelgard giggled. A joke. Hubert did have a sense of humor, as much as he didn't like to show it. Her face fell somewhat, and her giggle died down. She snuggled her head deeper into Hubert's chest, holding onto him like a lifeline. Hubert allowed this.“Hubert, will you sing to me? That song you used to sing for me when I was small...” She murmured, and Hubert's expression softened. A particularly terrible event was haunting her tonight. Perhaps the night when.... no. Hubert refused to think about it. Edelgard had been through enough.

Hubert began to sing an ancient lullaby softly. It was in the ancient language of magic, one that Edelgard did not understand but found beautiful. Hubert was not particularly talented at singing, but as he was of a noble house, he was studied somewhat in the art, being capable of at least holding a tune. He was clearly not destined for a musical career but he wasn't awful. His voice carried well, anyway, and he could pass for a gravelly, underused, sinister sort of low tenor. As he sang, he gently ran his fingernails across Edelgard's scalp, scratching her head softly and sweetly, and she damn near melted in his arms. Soon she was sleeping soundly again, and Hubert very quickly came to realize that he really didn't have the ice-cold heart it would take to move her from the cozy spot she seemed to have claimed on his chest. So there they lay, curled up around one another, a tangled mess of limbs until the sun rose again.

When they roused from slumber, Hubert got up early, woke Edelgard, and then fell into his regular routine of helping Edelgard get dressed for the day. Her armor did have too many buckles, and that blasted dress, with all its buttons and epaulets. He carefully brushed out her hair, and pinned it elegantly to her head, placing her crown atop it, all in silence. That silence passed between them like a ghost through the room. She stood. And she turned.

“Thank you, Hubert.” She said softly. “For staying with me.”

“My lady, I would never leave your bed, if that is what you asked of me. I am ever your faithful servant, Your Majesty.” Hubert replied. Edelgard had to laugh a little.

“I know, Hubert. Perhaps after the professor's lecture, you'd like to share a meal with me? I'd love to hear more about that book Dorothea is making you read.”

Hubert rolled his eyes. “That drivel can barely be called a 'book', my lady. It's hardly anything more than blatant erotica mixed with stale and tiresome literary tropes. It's garbage.”

“Still, she seemed insistent. Does she quiz you?” Edelgard teased.

“Unfortunately, and at random times, so I'm forced to continue reading it until I can make her stop. She starts crying when I get a question wrong.” Hubert complained.

Edelgard laughed. “Then at least tell me about it. Share a meal with me. And tell me all about it.”

Hubert relented. “Of course, my lady.” He bowed politely, and offered his arm to escort his lady to Byleth's class.

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Maybe if I make jokes in my fics Buzzfeed will bring back Ruining History

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krystalreverb · 4 years

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Something Human (Fic Preview #...4?)

“My lady, you give me far too much credit. You can't possibly believe I have what it takes to run a country. I can't even fathom what it takes to rule Adrestia directly.” Hubert said, in a voice overwhelmed with emotions he couldn't quite identify. “Surely the professor would be a better choice than myself.”

“Oh, Hubert.” Edelgard placed her hand over his. “You have exactly what it takes. I have many enemies, but none of them are as tenacious as you are. Besides, I see you being a very capable ruler, should something happen to me. You know how every intricacy of the chain of command works within itself and twists around like some sort of spider. With you at the head, I would be able to rest easy in my grave.”

Hubert had to chuckle. “I can't possibly understand what you see in me that I cannot see in myself, but I shall have to trust your judgment on this one, my lady.”

Hubert read the documents one more time, then conjured a quill in his left hand and signed his name on the line indicated. Edelgard seemed to deflate with relief as she took her documents back and tucked them away in her bag carefully. “Thank you, Hubert.”

“Anything for you, Edelgard.” Hubert said, gripping her hand tightly. He cast his eyes away. “Gods and Goddesses.... I would do anything for you, I would even die for you....”

“I know, Hubert. I know.” Edelgard stroked the side of Hubert's face with her free hand, tilting his face up to look him in the eye. “Hubert, what's the matter? You've been acting so strange all day. Like there's something you're hiding. You know you can't hide anything from me, Hubert. You taught me how to spot the lies.”

Hubert sighed. “I suppose you are right, my lady. I cannot hide anything from you. My lady... Edelgard... My precious, darling Edelgard.... you have grown into such a capable and powerful young woman. You have taken this cruel life by the horns, and told it to kindly fuck off. You have taken this unfair and unfeeling world, and molded it in your image. We are so close now to absolute peace... how? How could I not feel the way I do? That you would leave your home, our home, our country to me, why, it's more than I deserve.” Hubert sighed. “No, no. I cannot hide anything from you. My lady.... My lady....” Hubert held her face in his hands, her small, delicate face between his large, spiderlike hands and he looked her in the eye. There was a world of words that passed between them, things implicitly understood. What was proper and what was not. What they couldn't say. What they were about to say. Right here, right now. And Hubert jumped into the abyss, the void staring back at him with Edelgard's eyes, and for once, for once, let his better judgment fall away into the shadowy depths, ne'er to be seen again.

“Tell me I'm not a fool.” He demanded softly, tenderly, desperately.

“You're not a fool, Hubert.” Edelgard said quietly, her voice full of care and nurturing.

“Tell me, then. My lady, tell me. Tell me I'm not hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you.”

Edelgard smiled, and placed her hands over his. “You know precisely why I can't do that, Hubert.”

Hubert's expression turned despairing, as if begging her for relief. His grip on her face became a bit tighter, as if urging her to answer. “But my family has served yours for generations. I shouldn't love you. I can't love you. I am your servant, so far beneath you... I can't love you.”

“But you do, Hubert. And I love you, just as much. I always have, and I think you know that. You have been my only true love, for as long as I've been alive. I shouldn't love you either, but I do. How could I not? My dashing dark knight, who swore his fealty to me and me alone. The question now becomes...” she slid closer to him, pressing their bodies close together as she stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, wrapping her arms around his neck to gently pull him down at the waist to reach her, “What are you going to do about it?”

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