#hubert is my garbage son

[krystalreverb]

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.

#hubert #edelgard #hubert X edelgard #hubelgard #edelbert #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #i am black eagles trash #hubert is my garbage son

[officialferdinand]

idk if u got my last ask but top 5 supports for fe!!!

I DID I'm just dumb and keep forgetting to screenshot when I'm feeding the cats in the game but I WILL answer it

Ok I'm gonna do individual supports and support chains separately bc I can

Individual supports:

5. Lorenz/Marianne B: I'm sorry for liking Lorenz he's just my trash garbage son 😔 but when Marianne's like everybody always tries to change me and Lorenz is like I think you're wonderful just the way you are it warmed my heart

4. Raphael/Bernadetta C: honestly I just love this one for the hidden bernadetta lore that she plays the goddamn trumpet

3. Ferdinand/Marianne A: maybe I'm just a sucker for Marianne getting the love and support she deserves? But anyway when Ferdinand is like "I like you and someday I hope you can like you, too" we respect one (1) man who chugs his respect women juice every damn day

2. Leonie/Bernadetta C: is there anything funnier than leonie saying "I guess I better take this shirt off now huh?" And Bernadetta having a gay panic? No

1. Ferdinand/Hubert A+: I love these two so much they're both so bad at feelings and emotions. I love the fact that Hubert utterly refuses to admit he got a gift for Ferdinand until Ferdinand admits he has a crush on him. I love that Hubert tries to act like he didn't get his gift for Ferdinand in the first place until Ferdinand tries to be a gentleman about it. They're trying so hard. Bless their hearts. Also will forever be annoyed at how intsys changed the meaning in the English translation bc in japanese and french Hubert asks if the coffee is for "the person at the center of ferdinands heart" to which Ferdinand replies "yes that person is you" which just. Ugh. Gonna go cry for a minute

Honorable mentions: Edelgard/Byleth C+, Dorothea/Ingrid B, Mercedes/Ingrid B

Support chains

5. Sylvain/Mercedes: there is nothing funnier than Sylvain just wanting to tap that and every support Mercedes is like no bitch we're going to therapy. Also the end of their B support is absolutely adorable

4. Caspar/Ashe: what if 🤫🤔 we adopted a cat together 🐅🐈 and we're both boys 😳 ok but seriously is there anything funnier than in their A when Caspar is like "I beat up an old guy fair and square for this!" And Ashe is like "you did WHAT" big "you spilled lipstick in my Valentino bag" vine vibes

3. Dorothea/Ingrid: WHERE IS THEIR A??????? WHERE IS THEIR A??????????? Anyway Dorothea was Ingrid's gay awakening and Ingrid is a butch lesbian send tweet

2. Mercedes/fByleth: Mercedes is my favorite character I love her so much I love how she is no thoughts head empty on purpose and also that she's not forced to change from that throughout the game. I love she.

1. Ferdinand/Hubert: what can I say I'm a sucker for the yearning. It's about the repression. It's about the hate to love. It's about the fact that ferdinand only fucks in cf. These are all facts. They're both so bad at emotions and I love them so much. Also will never forgive intsys for changing their ending card to Edelgard being jealous of their fame from Edelgard being jealous of their "shared intimacy". I think they are gay together which is fine

Honorable mentions: Edelgard/Dorothea, Bernadetta/Hubert, Bernadetta/Ferdinand, Ferdinand/Marianne, Mercedes/Annette, Jeritza/Byleth, Jeritza/Bernadetta, Raphael/Marianne, Lorenz/Claude (ok SORRY I'm done I just love every support)

#thank u for my life luna #hildagrid #asks #ask meme #long post

[alystayr]

Playlist musicale 2019 (1/2)

Liste des chansons (playlist 2019 - part. 1)

Mise à jour : 30 juin 2019

playlist 2019 (part. 1)

playlist 2018 (part. 2), playlist 2018 (part. 1)

playlist 2017 (part. 2), playlist 2017 (part. 1)

playlist 2016 (part. 2), playlist 2016 (part. 1)

playlist 2015

0-9 #

A

A Perfect Circle - So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish (2018)

AC/DC - For Those About to Rock (We Salute You) (1981)

Air - La Femme d'Argent (1998)

Alice In Chains - Angry Chair (1992)

Alt-J (feat. GoldLink) - Last Year (Terrace Martin Version) (2018)

Arcade Fire - We Exist (2013)

Archive (feat. Band Of Skulls) - Remains Of Nothing (2019)

Asaf Avidan - Over You Blues (2010)

B

Joan Baez - Diamonds and Rust (1975)

Balthazar - Bunker (2015)

Band of Horses - Wicked Gil (2006)

The Beatles - Helter Skelter (1968)

Beirut - The Rip Tide (2011)

Björk - Army Of Me (1995)

Frank Black - Los Angeles (1993)

The Black Keys - Lo/Hi (2019)

The Blaze - Queens (2018)

Bon Iver - Holocene (2011)

David Bowie - The Stars (Are Out Tonight) (2013)

Dave Brubeck - Take Five (1959)

Jeff Buckley - Last Goodbye (1994)

Kate Bush - The Man I Love (1994/1927)

C

Francis Cabrel - Samedi Soir Sur La Terre (1994)

Cage The Elephant - Ready To Let Go (2019)

Bertrand Cantat - Les pluies diluviennes (2017)

Lewis Capaldi - Bruises (2017)

The Cardigans - Erase / Rewind (1998)

Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - O'Children (2004)

Chubby Checker - Let's Twist Again (1961)

Cigarettes After Sex - Crush (2018)

Gary Clark Jr - This Land (2019)

Leonard Cohen - Avalanche (1971)

Vladimir Cosma - Les compères (1983)

The Cramps - Human Fly (1983)

The Cranberries - All Over Now (2019)

The Crystals - Da Doo Ron Ron (1963)

D

Dick Dale & The Del-Tones - Pumpkin and Honey Bunny / Misirlou (from Pulp Fiction) (1994/1962)

The Dead Weather - Hang You From The Heavens (2009)

Depeche Mode - It’s No Good (1997)

Détroit - Sa majesté (2013)

Dido - Take You Home (2019)

Dire Straits - Private Investigations (1982)

The Dø - Anita No! (2014)

Peter Doherty & The Puta Madres - Who's Been Having You Over (2019)

Lou Doillon (feat. Cat Power) - It's You (2019)

Dolly - Fin d'époque (1997)

Bob Dylan - Knockin' On Heaven's Door (1973-1995)

E

Eels - Tremendous Dynamite (2009)

Eiffel - N’aie rien à craindre (2019)

Eiffel - Ne respire pas (2002)

Eminem - Lose Yourself (2002)

F

Mylène Farmer - Sentimentale (2018)

Florence + The Machine - Hunger (2018)

Foals - Exits (2019)

Foo Fighters - All My Life (2002)

G

Peter Gabriel - Growing Up (2002)

Serge Gainsbourg - La Javanaise (1963)

Garbage - Stupid Girl (1995)

Genesis - Dancing with the Moonlit Knight (1973)

The Good, The Bad & The Queen - Merrie Land (2018)

Macy Gray - Sugar Daddy (2018)

Greta Van Fleet - Highway Tune (2017)

H

Françoise Hardy - Tous les garçons et les filles (1962)

Ben Harper - Diamonds on the Inside (2003)

PJ Harvey - This Is Love (2000)

Hole - Awful (1998)

Buddy Holly - Peggy Sue (1957)

David Holmes - Rodney Yates (1997)

I

IAM - La fin de leur monde (2007)

Imagine Dragons - Natural (2018)

Indochine - J'ai demandé à la lune (2002)

Billy Idol - Dancing With Myself (1981)

Les Innocents  - Jodie (1987)

Interpol  - If You Really Love Nothing (2018)

Iron Maiden - Fear of The Dark (1992)

J

Jean Michel Jarre - Robot’s Don’t Cry (movement 3) (2018)

Elton John - I'm Still Standing (1983)

Joy Division - Transmission (1979)

K

The Kills - Black Balloon (2008)

The Knife - Heartbeats (2003)

Cecilia Krull - My Life Is Going On (from La Casa de Papel) (2017)

L

Lake Street Dive - Mistakes (2016)

Mark Lanegan & Isobel Campbell (cover The Gun Club) - The Breaking Hands (2012)

Led Zeppelin - Dazed And Confused (1969)

LP - One Night In The Sun (2018)

M

M - Lettre infinie (2019)

Madness - One Step Beyond... (1979)

Ibrahim Maalouf - Beirut (2011)

Madrugada - Hold on to you (2005)

Manu Chao - Me llaman calle (2007)

Massive Attack - Angel (1998)

Mercury Rev (Feat. Norah Jones) - Okolona River Bottom Band (2019)

Metallica - Fade to Black (1984)

Miossec - Nous sommes (2018)

Moby - Extreme Ways (from Jason Bourne) (2002)

Tom Morello (feat. Gary Clark Jr. & Gramatik) - Can't Stop The Bleeding (2019)

MorMor-  Heaven's Only Wishful (2018)

Giorgio Moroder - Midnight Express Theme - The Chase (1978)

Mudhoney - Touch Me I'm Sick (1988/2013)

Muse - Madness (2012)

N

The National - Hairpin Turns (2019)

New Order - Blue Monday (1983)

Nine Inch Nails - March Of The Pigs (1994)

Nirvana - Aneurysm (1991)

No One Is Innocent - Charlie (2015)

Claude Nougaro - Paris Mai (1968)

O

Agnes Obel - Riverside (2010)

Les Ogres de Barback - P'tit coeur (2019)

J.S. Ondara - American Dream (2019)

OrelSan (feat. Stromae) - La pluie (2017)

P

Pink Floyd - On The Turning Away (1987)

Placebo - Protège Moi (2003)

Planes Mistaken For Stars - Fucking Tenderness (2016)

The Platters - The Great Pretender (1955)

The Police - Every Breath You Take (1983)

Portishead - Sour Times (1994)

Elvis Presley - All Shook up (1957)

The Prodigy - Firestarter (1997)

Q

Queen - Love Of My Life (1975)

Queens Of The Stone Age - The Lost Art Of Keeping A Secret (2000)

R

The Raconteurs - Sunday Driver (2018)

Radiohead - Paranoid Android (1997)

Rag'n'Bone Man - Human (2017)

Rage Against The Machine - Take The Power Back (1991)

Ramones - I Wanna Be Sedated (1978)

R.E.M. - Bad Day (2003)

Chris Rea - Cry for Home (2005)

Lou Reed - Satellite of Love (1972)

Rival Sons - Feral Roots (2019)

Dick Rivers - Pas de vainqueur (2014)

Cock Robin - The Promise You Made (1985)

The Ronettes - Be My Baby (1963)

S

Saez - Rue d'la soif (2017)

Nitin Sawhney - Sunset (2001)

The Score - Stronger (2019)

Eric Serra - My Lady Blue (from Le Grand Bleu) (1988)

Sex Pistols - God Save The Queen (1977)

Shaka Ponk - Killing Hallelujah (2018)

Sigur Rós - Brennisteinn (2013)

Emilie Simon - Fleur De Saison (2006)

Simple Minds - Alive And Kicking (1985)

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Israel (1983)

Skunk Anansie - Charlie Big Potato (1999)

The Smashing Pumpkins - Zero (1995)

Patti Smith - Summer Cannibals (1996)

Sonic Youth - Mildred Pierce (1990)

Soundgarden - Fell On Black Days (1994)

Regina Spektor - All The Rowboats (2012)

Bruce Springsteen - Western Stars (2019)

Still Corners - The Trip (2003)

Alain Souchon - Quand j'serais KO (1988)

Angus & Julia Stone - Heart Beats Slow (2014)

The Stooges - Ann (1969)

Supertramp - Cannonball (1985)

Survivor - Eye Of The Tiger (1982)

System Of A Down - Toxicity (2001)

T

Talk Talk - Such A Shame (1984)

Sébastien Tellier - La Ritournelle (2004)

Téléphone - Argent trop cher (1980)

Kate Tempest - Perfect Coffee (2016)

These New Puritans - Into The Fire (2019)

Hubert-Félix Thiéfaine - Confessions d'un Never Been (2005)

Yann Tiersen - Tempelhof (2019)

Thievery Corporation - Shadows of Ourselves (2000)

Tina Turner - What's Love Got To Do With It (1984)

U

U2 - New Year’s Day (1983)

V

Frankie Valli - Can't Take My Eyes off You (1967)

Suzanne Vega - 12 Mortal Men (2016)

The Velvet Underground - Femme Fatale (1967)

Veruca Salt - Volcano Girls (1997)

The Verve - The Drugs Don't Work (1997)

Le Villejuif Underground - Villejuif Underground (2017)

W

Weezer - Zombie Bastards (2019)

The Who - My Generation (1965)

John Williams - Hedwig's Theme (From Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone) (2001)

Amy Winehouse - Love Is A Losing Game (2006)

Wolf Alice - Don't Delete the Kisses (2017)

Woodkid - Run Boy Run (2013)

Shannon Wright - The Caustic Light (2013)

X

XTC - Making Plans For Nigel (1979)

Y

Neil Young - Southern Man (1970)

Z

Hindi Zahra - Stand Up (2009)

Zazie - Nos âmes sont (2018)

#Playlist #2019 #Listes #Musique #Rock #Pop

[krystalreverb]

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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