#hubert's dad

[askhubertvonvestra]

Kid Hubert: Father said we're not to cry.

Adult Hubert: That's because Father is incapable of human emotion. You are 10. Cry if you feel like it.

#hubert von vestra #not an ask #incorrect fe3h #incorrect quotes #incorrect three houses quotes #fe3h incorrect quotes #I've been thinking about this since I heard the clip and it's so cute and also sad #rupert von vestra #dad vestra #hubert's dad #von vestra sr #vestra sr #hubert's father #tw dad mention #cw dad mention #tw parents #cw parents

[krazieka2]

Baby Emblem. Three Babies

#carrying over my posts from twitter choo chooooo #2024 art #Dedue is the dad that stepped up #Hilda is the mom that stepped down #Hubert is the dad that stepped into panic mode and won't let anyone within a 12 foot radius of Edelgard #meanwhile the Ashen Wolves are hiding behind a pillar watching baby Yuri gurgle on the floor #wondering when Aelfric will show up to save them #Fe3h #Fire Emblem #The entire Golden Deer classroom stepped down tbh #Raphael save them Raphael #BL collective: together we can raise Dimitri in a safer and kinder way #GD: together we can make Claude even worse #BE: together we can figure out whose baby Hubert just kidnapped

[spadaaces]

Artistic recreation of my reaction to these lines in Shez and Ferdie’s A support

I am unwell.

#this game is killing me it’s killing me #number 1 the writing for Edelgard Hubert and Ferdinand is so good it’s been so good I love them so much #and I love how much they’ve expanded on Ferdinand both as a character and his role and everything w his bitch of a dad #number 2. ferdibert. puts face in my hands. they drive me crazy #few3h #fire emblem three hopes #ferdibert #doodle tag #fe3h

[laulink]

Reacting to the post I just reblogged because it gave me FEELINGS about the Beagles as a found family but I didn’t wanna go on a tangent on the post itself so here

The thing with Edelgard mothering the Black Eagles is that she had 8 older siblings babying her while growing up

Then she got 2 YOUNGER siblings and was determined to be the best big sister ever because she’s had all the good and bad examples with the 8 other

Then her siblings all died and for years, all she had was Hubert (3 years older and her retainer and canonically a big brother) until she got into Garreg Mach and met :

- 1 older girl who never had a family

- 1 girl her age who was abused into being in a constant state of panic attack

- 1 girl whose dad was killed in a conflict at the end of which the winner demanded the girl to be given to them so they could take her away from her land and family (feels familiar to Edelgard)

(also I was genuinely SHOCKED to find out that Petra is only 15 at the start of Three Houses. SHE’S THE YOUNGEST OF THE BLACK EAGLES. WHICH MEANS IN THREE HOPES SHE BECOMES QUEEN AT NOT EVEN 18 YEARS OLD. BABY. WHY.)

- 2 boys a year younger than her, 1 one being quite literally baby brother shaped, the other 1 being unable to take care of himself in a healthy way on his own

- and 1 obnoxious boy her age who kept demanding to compete with her to prove that he was stronger and better and his flowers were better too and his horse and he’s more lovable than her of course- (does that YELL obnoxious younger brother to anyone else or is it just me ?)

How was she supposed to NOT instantly add them to the family tree and be the older sister she always wanted to be ?

#it's kinda fun how the girls are just TRAUMA and the boys ''baby brothers someone needs to take care of'' #Edelgard walking up to her dad after the attack on Garreg Mach and the formation of the Black Eagles Strike Force : #''Dad I want you to meet my wife our daughter our daughter's girlfriend who we adopted our sons and the yapping dog'' #Byleth is the godmother for everyone #Dorothea wanted Caspar to call her big sis in their supports but then Edelgard becomes his mom and Dorothea her wife so he calls her mom #Dorothea realises then that she wants children and starts pestering Edelgard #''After the war honey. 10 of them if you want.'' #I didn't include Hubert in the run down because he's Edelgard's honorary big brother so he's everyone's uncle #and also the person who gives Dorothea the shovel talk about Edelgard #except that since it's HIM we're talking about she's really not sure if he's joking or if he actually would kill her #she'd rather not find out anyway #he also gives Petra the shovel talk for Bernadetta because Edelgard finds this ridiculous and wouldn't do it herself #he doesn't give a shovel talk to Bernadetta about Petra because he's pretty sure she'd faint after the first sentence #fire emblem three houses #edelgard von hresvelg #black eagles

[givemeallyourpenny]

In their paired ending Constance and Jeritza settled down in Nuvelle and we’d in their rosegarden

In their paired ending Petra and Hubert settle down in Nuvelle, do you think they also wed in the rose garden?

I like to think that all of the black eagles wed in the rose garden, in fact they all had their weddings at the same time!

#fe3h #constance von nuvelle #jeritza von hrym #petra macneary #hubert von vestra #black eagles #other pairings I got #yuri and balthus: is it gay to be feared years after your deaths with the homies #Felix and Leonie: they were also the band at this giant wedding #Dorothea and Sylvain: I’m having trouble thinking of something funny to say about them give me a second #i just think they're neat #Ferdinand and Manuela: she’s everything he’s just ferdi #Linhardt and Bernadetta: they’re those college professors that always respond right away when you email them at odd hours #Constance and Jerry: that’s a very sharp rose careful it could puncture #Caspar and Ashe: my sons are fairy tale heroes good for them so proud #one was my mvp and the other was my dancer #Hubert and Petra: puncture the hull of an empire class battle cruiser because it’s so sharp #Edelgard and Lysithea: and they lived happily ever after and I’m probably going to sob about it later I’m so happy #Byleth and Mercedes: their wedding speech was all about how much her dad sucks #and now there’s only one gay ending I need to see

[kumeko]

A/N: For the Solitary Solace zine! The hard part of being a multishipper is wanting to write all the ships and not having the time to do so, so I cheat like this and smush them all together. XD Lots of ship teasing and 1 uncle teasing because I can't not put in Alois and his dad jokes

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Monday:

The only good days were cloudy days. Actually, no, as far as Bernadetta was concerned, the only good days were rainy days. No one forced her to go out on rainy days and she could hide in her room for as long as she wanted. The second-best days were the cloudy ones, when people didn’t like to linger outside, when they just looked at their feet and were fine with ignoring good ol’ Bernie as she went about her business.

That was probably the only reason she agreed to garden with Edelgard. Well, that and her Venus flytrap needed repotting.

Somehow, a simple task was starting to look like a workout. Bernadetta wiped her sweat, streaking soil across her forehead.

“Why is the dirt so heavy?” she grumbled, glaring at the bag of potting soil at her feet. Just who had thought it’d be a good idea to put all those bags in the far corner of the greenhouse, away from the tables?

“Need a hand?” Edelgard asked, looking up from her neat row of tomatoes. They all looked perfectly aligned. Bernadetta sometimes wondered if either she or Hubert were human, but she hadn’t figured out the answer to that yet.

“Yes—No, I’m good,” she quickly corrected herself, grabbing the potting soil bag again and ineffectively dragging it away. Considering how much of a stickler Edelgard was for practicality, she probably wouldn’t appreciate Bernadetta wasting resources on a plant that they couldn’t even eat. Maybe she’d toss the plant on the ground.

Or maybe she’d feed Bernadetta to it. There was a play with a plot like that, right?

“It’s clearly too heavy for you.” Edelgard stuck her trowel in the dirt before getting up. It was funny how normal she looked, dressed down in white buttoned-up shirt and black tights. She looked like any other student and not the Emperor. Grabbing the other end of the bag, she hoisted it up. “Here.”

Bernadetta cried out, almost falling over in surprise. “D-don’t scare me like that.”

Edelgard regarded her coolly. “I thought we already went over this? If you can’t handle your allies approaching you, how are you to deal with our enemies?”

“That’s…” She bit her lip. Honestly, if she just got to stay in her room, she wouldn’t have to worry about any of that. Other people could fight the war, she could live with any victor. Before Bernadetta could reply, Edelgard already started pulling the bag and guiding them to the potting area.

“Sometimes you worry me,” Edelgard sighed, though she didn’t sound angry or even disappointed. Just concerned. It was an odd sound.

Bernadetta didn’t know what to make of it. “Sorry.”

Edelgard waved it off. “It’s fine. We all have our strengths and weaknesses. That’s why we work on them and improve.”

“Is that why you’re here?” Bernadetta blurted out before she could stop herself. Unfortunately, she was holding a heavy bag and couldn’t cover her mouth or crouch and hide. Turning red, she hastily explained, “Gardening, I mean. Not that you’re a bad gardener but—”

“It’s fine, I get it.” Edelgard chuckled. “This isn’t the place you’d expect to find an Emperor, right? But that’s part of the new world we’re creating. Anyone can be anywhere, do anything. Even emperors and gardening.”

“And the vegetables?” Bernadetta asked, still expecting the bolt of lightning.

“Well, they’re practical plants and we have to eat. Even more—is that your old flytrap?” She paused, raising a brow.

Dropping her side of the bag, Bernadetta ran to her plant and hunched over it protectively. “Ahh, I’m sorry—please don’t destroy it—or me, don’t destroy me either, oh I should have known better than to—”

Edelgard stumbled backward slightly at the unexpected release. Regaining her balance, she owlishly blinked as Bernadetta prattled on. “What?”

Bernadetta moaned. Of course, she wouldn’t agree. “I knew it, it was too much to ask for, make the execution quick, oh I just can’t bear to watch—”

“No, that’s not—” Edelgard sighed, setting down the bag entirely. Slowly, like approaching a wounded animal, she stepped closer. “Why would I toss your plant?”

“Then you’ll toss me?” she gasped.

“No, I won’t do either.” There was a touch of impatience in her voice, but Edelgard kept her tone neutral. “Is this the same one from five years ago? It’s a lot bigger now.”

“You won’t?” Hesitantly, Bernadetta straightened, though she kept the plant close.

“I won’t,” Edelgard repeated flatly.

“Oh, good.” Bernadetta sighed with relief. “It has gotten really big—you’re not going to feed me to it, are you?”

Edelgard only sighed.

Tuesday

Bernadetta had never been afraid of ghosts and things in the dark. The dark was her friend, one of the few places where no one bothered her. She had many fond memories of walking through her school’s halls in the middle of the night.

Unfortunately, all of that was before the monastery got partially destroyed. The buildings were full of holes and burn marks, small gaps and collapsed hallways. Small rats ran in hidden tunnels and the whole building felt like a graveyard. Actually, it sorta was a graveyard, and that was partially her fault, if there were any angry spirits, they were definitely out to get her.

Like she didn’t have enough things trying to kill her as it was.

A pebble skittered across the floor and Bernadetta instinctively grabbed Hubert’s arm, pulling him close. “W-What was that?”

To his credit, Hubert didn’t so much as stiffen at the sudden contact, used to this from their many patrols together. Lifting their lamp, he moved the pool of light left and right before shaking his head. “Your own foot, most likely.”

“Oh.” Embarrassed, she pulled away. Not too far; the next one could be an actual attack, after all. As scary as Hubert was, he could scare away any ghost with just a glare. Though…he wasn’t that bad. Bernadetta glanced at the flower patch on his sleeve and smiled. No, he was actually quite kind.

“I am surprised that scared you,” he added, amused, before continuing their patrol.

“It’s dark,” Bernadetta protested, sticking right next to them as they checked the empty halls. “And it’s scary and we have the army, right? Can’t they patrol? At least at night, when there’s,” she dropped her voice to a hushed whisper, “ghosts and stuff.”

“Ghosts?” Hubert raised a brow, glancing at her. “I didn’t think you were afraid of ghosts.”

“I’m not usually, but…we kinda…you know.” Bernadetta gestured around them nervously. “And if anyone wanted revenge…well…now’s a good time.”

Hubert replied wryly, “I doubt that will happen.”

“You don’t believe in ghosts?” she asked, not entirely surprised. Between him and Edelgard, they had the market cornered on bravery and fearlessness. If only she could bottle up their strength and use it on herself.

“Not particularly. Even if there were…” Hubert trailed off, looking at her now. “Well, it’s the living that scares me more.”

Bernadetta lowered her eyes and leaned on him. “That’s…a good point.” It wasn’t a ghost, after all, who’d lock her in her room, threatening her. It wasn’t a ghost who attacked her when she went out. No, those were her father, bandits, enemies, people, all of whom were all too solid and all too real. “Yeah, they’re a lot scarier.”

“See? Nothing to be afraid of,” Hubert added gently.

In the distance, she heard another pebble roll across the floor. A ghost wouldn’t do that. A ghost couldn’t do that.

No, a person could, and the monastery was full of people. People armed to the teeth with swords, daggers, and magic. Clinging to Hubert again, she wailed, “That just made things worse!”

Wednesday:

Ferdinand’s tea was just like the man himself. Bernadetta inhaled the soft rose scent before taking a sip of the gentle, sweet tea. It was strange to think that for months, she’d been terrified of him. It was even stranger to think that they might have been engaged, once upon a time.

In another world, maybe they would have had tea like this on a regular basis and not just when they had a break from their wartime duties. Then again, in another life they might not have even become friends, and Bernadetta doubted she’d feel this comfy with someone she didn’t know. Well, ‘comfy’ in the sense that she didn’t mind their little tea breaks in the courtyard.

“Do you like it?” Ferdinand asked, his eyes bright as he watched her across the table.

“It’s good,” Bernadetta mumbled, never sure how to handle herself when he stared at her like that. She wasn’t used to the attention, and Ferdinand always gave his full attention to whoever he was with. It was like being in a spotlight. Oddly enough, she didn’t entirely hate it.

Pleased, Ferdinand smiled and took a sip himself. “I thought you would quite like the rose blend. It is mixed with some Queen of the Night, a flower that made me think of you.”

He was making fun of her. Bernadetta didn’t know how, didn’t know why, but at her core she was certain that it was true. She’d catch him in the act one day and—well, she wasn’t sure what she’d do, but she’d catch him one day. Picking up her needle, she returned to her sewing and shrugged noncommittally. “You really like flower teas?”

“There are few things better than their delicate flavours.” Setting down his cup, Ferdinand clasped his hands and rested his chin on his knuckles. “Another doll?”

Feeling embarrassed, Bernadetta nodded and lifted the partially completed doll up. It wasn’t much to look at, she knew, just barely in the shape of a person let alone a fairy. “Dorothea asked for one. I don’t know why.”

“Despite your doubts, you put in a lot of skill and love into your creations. Anyone would be honoured to have one.” Ferdinand hummed thoughtfully before asking, “Could I have one?”

“You?” Owlishly, she stared at him. “You want one?”

“Is it really that surprising?” He raised a brow before cocking his head. “Is that a no?”

“Well, I…” Flustered, she nodded. It had been one thing when Dorothea asked; she could pass that off as an accident. Two people wanting her creations? Well, that was preparation for some cruel joke—she just hadn’t figured out what yet. “What do you want?”

Ferdinand stroked his chin, eyeing her for a moment before smiling broadly. “Could you make one of yourself? That way you are always by my side.”

Bernadetta almost dropped her needle. There it was! The trap! “You don’t have to tease me about it!”

Thursday:

The library had always been a quiet, empty place. That much hadn’t changed even now. There were less students, sure, and a few missing steps on the central staircase that hadn’t quite been fixed yet, but the room was otherwise intact and exactly the same. Bernadetta always found peace whenever she entered the cozy room. Even her footsteps sounded muted when she shuffled through the shelves, picking a book to curl up and read.

She wasn’t the only one who thought so. As usual, she found Linhardt at her favourite nook, his head buried deep in his research topic of the day. Bernadetta wasn’t sure when she’d started to expect him here, when he started appearing whenever she needed some alone time. Together alone he had said, but she hadn’t taken him seriously.

Who’d really be interested in her company, especially like this?

Linhardt glanced up from his paper, eyes not so much looking at her but through her as his mind still pulled at his problems. “No paints today?”

“Just a book this time.” Bernadetta leaned against the wall as she settled into the nook, her knees bent before her as she rested the book on them. Having anticipated her, Linhardt had left the sunny side to her. With the two of them nestled in, it was a cozy space. Their feet almost touched. “Research?”

“Something like that.” Linhardt flipped the page and once more he was gone, buried deep in theories that were far above her understanding.

That was more than fine with her. She liked the quiet, the soft flip of a page, their lips soundlessly repeating quotes as they read. Bernadetta had always liked the alone part, but these days she was finding the together part wasn’t so bad.

Friday:

It was incredibly hard to pull out Felix’s smiles. Just like her, they liked hiding inside, only escaping when no one was looking. Ingrid and Sylvain had a far easier time with it than Bernadetta, but she could be stubborn when she wanted to be. After all, it wasn’t like other people just let her stay inside. No, that took dedication.

Dedication she was now pouring into finding Felix’s smile. She’d tried sweets, books, and even paintings. Occasionally, she managed to coax out a small half-grin, but nothing consistent. Nothing permanent. Well, that changed today.

Bernadetta pulled the sheathed dagger out of her pocket and felt a swell of pride. Felix would love this. It was pretty (though, he wasn’t really one for pretty things), it was practical (well, maybe not practical practical, it was more of a decorative piece), and it was for a blade (not the sword he was partial to, but a dagger was still a weapon, right?).

The longer Bernadetta stared at her gift, the less confident she felt. This was a terrible idea. A stupid one. He was going to laugh.

Bernadetta picked up a rock, rolling it between her fingers as she considered that. Well, laughter was kinda a smile, right? Maybe not the one she intended, but close enough.

“Bernadetta?” Felix raised a brow as he stepped out of the training grounds, a towel hanging around his neck. He rubbed the sweat on his forehead as he approached her. “Are you going to practice that move of yours?”

“That move?” Bernadetta frowned, her brow knitting until she realized what he meant. Immediately, she stepped back and shook her head furiously. “I can’t control that! I can’t even repeat it! If I could do something that easily, I wouldn’t have to be terrified.”

“Alright, alright, I got it.” Felix rolled his eyes. “Why are you here?”

“Oh, that.” Bernadetta gripped her sheath tightly. Should she give it? Goddess, this was humiliating. What if she’d guessed so wrong he actually stopped talking to her? “I…”

“Is that a sheath?” It was too late. He spotted the gift before she could muster the courage.

Hanging her head, she held the dagger out. “Yeah, it’s for you.”

He didn’t say anything for a long bit, his expression neutral as he turned it over. After pulling the dagger free from the sheath, Felix ran a finger along the edge before sheathing and pocketing it. Okay.”

“Okay?” Bernadetta blinked when he didn’t react further. Where was her smile? Hell, he hadn’t even frowned! Was it possible to hate something so much he couldn’t show his feelings? “You hated it didn’t you? I knew I should have gotten you something different, now you’re going to hate me and—”

“It’s fine.” Felix interrupted, tapping on her other hand. “I’ll take the rock too.”

She glanced down at the rock. It was an ordinary, black stone, something she hadn’t even thought twice about before picking up. “You want this too?”

“It’s a good slate.” His lips tugged up slightly as Felix took the rock, rolling it between his fingers with an approving hum. “Good to sharpen the dagger I’ll put in the sheathe.”

It was a smile, but the smile was for her rock. Bernadetta stared at his back, not sure if she should feel triumphant or pathetic.

Saturday:

“Hey, Bernie!”

Bernadetta yelped at the knock on her door, despite expecting and preparing for it. She cowered in her chair, taking a deep breath as she tried to calm down. “Y-yes? Please don’t kill me.”

Opening the door, Sylvain poked his head inside with a puzzled grin. “Why would I kill you, Bernie?” He laughed, stepping in. “I mean, first of all, I wouldn’t be able to read your amazing story.”

“Is that the only reason you keep me alive?” Bernadetta wailed, unable to believe her ears.

Sylvain laughed again, his eyes crinkling just so as he shook his head. “I was just teasing. We’re friends, right? Why would I kill a friend?”

Bernadetta shrank into her seat. He was worse than she’d thought. Society was only barely restraining him. “You’d kill me if we weren’t friends?”

“You slay me, Bernie. We go through this every week, and you still ask that?” He rolled his eyes, but his smile didn’t drop. Casually, Sylvain ambled up next to her, peeking at her desk. Noticing a thick stack of paper, he eagerly picked it up. “Is this the next chapter?”

She resisted the urge to grab the bundle and toss it out a window. It was fine. It was fine. This was the reason he was here, the thing she had readied herself for all week. Her chapter was reaching its audience of one. “Y-yes.”

“Ohhhh.” Excited, Sylvain plopped on her bed and read the chapter title. “Escaping the chasm—oh, so she finally finds a way out?”

“Yes…” Bernadetta shifted anxiously in her seat as he started to read. Goddess, this was embarrassing. Even if he genuinely wanted to read her book—he’d been coming back once a month for the chapters, so she had to reluctantly admit Sylvain was telling the truth—there was no way he’d keep liking it. Her latest chapter might disappoint him. He might get bored.

A dozen more thoughts ran through her head and she jumped off her seat. “On second thought, read it outside.”

Before he could protest, she grabbed his arm, yanking him off her bed and through her door.  He didn’t fight, just sighing as he stepped outside. “Alright, alright, I get it. But, hey, I managed to make it through seven pages this time!” Sylvain glanced over his shoulder, winking. “One day, you’re not going to kick me out. In fact, you’ll be pulling me in.”

Face red, Bernadetta squeaked, “Is that a threat?”

Sunday

Bernadetta had been in many strange situations since she’d joined the academy—her teacher was a goddess, their world was at war, she had friends—but none of those negated the oddness of sitting in a small, cramped room across from the bulky giant Raphael. It didn’t help that his fat fingers were trying to stitch a small doll. Or, well, his attempt at a doll.

“Hey, Bernie.” Raphael looked up suddenly, his eyes crinkling as he smiled as bright as the sun.

“W-What?” Bernadetta started; it was automatic at this point. Even though she knew by now he was a gentle giant, more of a moose than a bear, the sight of him still made her heart beat as fast as a rabbit. Besides, she’d read somewhere that even the nice, kind deer ate birds.

If she couldn’t trust a herbivore, why would she trust Raphael?

Well, aside from the fact that they were allies in war, and he had saved her life a few times, and they were kinda friends and—

“Thanks!” His voice cut through her thoughts. Raphael held up the blob he had been patiently stitching for the past hour. “My sister’s gonna love this.”

“She is?” She squinted at the ragdoll in his hands. At least, she assumed it was a ragdoll—Bernadetta wasn’t sure if Raphael was just really bad with needlework, or if he was purposely trying to create some sort of tentacle monster. Maybe his sister had weird tastes. “What is it?”

“A princess!” Raphael’s grin grew broader as he held up his creation proudly.

“IT IS?” Bernadetta didn’t know if there was a definition of princess that somehow matched the multi-coloured jelly-fish like creature in his hands. People used to call her creations cursed, but clearly they’d never seen anything like this. There were no eyes, not even button ones, on the doll yet, but she could feel it staring at her.

“Yeah, it’s cute, right?” Raphael didn’t mind her shouts. “You’re a great teacher.”

Bernadetta flushed and ducked her head, embarrassed. She’d never helped someone before, not like this, not with her entirely useless hobby. And he was calling her a great teacher? Even though every one of their sessions started with her hiding in the corner? With the way Raphael acted, she couldn’t tell if he had been hurt by her reactions or didn’t mind, but there was no way she deserved any of this praise.

“It was nothing,” she mumbled, pleased despite it all.

“Definitely not nothing.” Raphael sat straighter as a thought hit him. “I know! I’ll make you a doll too!”

Her jaw dropped. Maybe he really had been hurt when she flinched away. That was the only reason he was going to curse her with one of those monsters. “I won’t be able to sleep then!”

Monday

“Knock, knock!” Alois called out as he rapped on her dorm door.

Bernadetta yelped, body tense as she almost dived under her bed. But it was only Alois—funny, sweet Alois at her door—and she relaxed automatically as she let him in. “Oh, it’s you.”

“That’s not how it’s supposed to go!” Alois guffawed as he entered and slapped her on the back. “You’re supposed to go, ‘Who’s there?’!”

Bernadetta giggled. There really was something comforting about his goofy jokes and silly expression. Her uncle had been exactly the same when he’d been alive. It was probably the reason her parents never liked him. “Who’s there?”

Grinning, he replied, “Candice!”

Bernadetta raised a brow. “Candice who?”

“Candice open the door, or am I stuck out here?” Alois laughed at his own joke. After a moment, he glanced at the door and deflated slightly. “Though, I guess it doesn’t really work if I’m already in the room now, does it?”

“No, it really doesn’t.” She shook her head, though she smiled all the same.

“Well, anyways, I’m heading to town and wondered if you wanted to come?” As usual, he recovered from his own mishaps quick enough. Alois was as resilient as a dandelion. She wished she had half of his strength. “You’re cooped up in here enough as it is. I thought you could use a breath of fresh air.”

“Of course!” If there was one person whose company she’d never reject, it was his. It was fun going out with him. Maybe she’d do it more often if others were—

Bernadetta paused at the thought. Going out more often?

Actually, now that she thought about it, she’d been going out a lot lately. Almost every day in fact. She glanced at her room. When was the last time she’d actually just stayed inside all day?

“Bernie?” Alois raised a brow. “If you don’t want to—”

“No, no, it’s fine.” She hooked her arm through his and nodded. “Let’s go out.”

Maybe it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, actually, to go outside.

Even if today was sunny.

#fe3h #bernadetta von varley #raphael kirsten #hubert von vestra #felix hugo fraldarius #sylvain jose gautier #alois rangeld #linhardt von hevring #fire emblem three houses #edelgard von hresvelg #fanfic #lots of ship teasing #even if no hard romance #my fav though is her and alois #the only one to appreciate his dad (uncle?) jokes #he will never stop and she will be very happy to just listen to him

[rarestdoge]

I need to dump all the new canon stuff about Cameron Calvin here. They've been lingering in my mind for long enough.

Originally, Charles would've still died in Valiant Hero, but after some thought, it would make more sense for Cam to die. Cam being the co-pilot n all tags along with Charles in missions all the time, btw, so that results in changes here and there in specific routes. Especially routes that feature Charles, of course. Being the overprotective and aggressive brother he is, he'd make it a priority to ensure that Charles gets shoved back into that escape pod before the door closes. Henry in the escape pod probably wouldn't have enough time to react because this all happens so fast. So basically, the toppat pulls Charles out instead of Hen this time around. YAAY ANGST!1!1!!1!!

He's adopted along with Charles by Galeforce because I said so. Dadforce supremacy.

In endings/routes where Charles "befriends 😳" Henry, Cam is a bit jealous of him. He's also worried that he may be a bad influence because of his criminal past. Despite that, they're still friends, and he slowly but surely gains trust. All the good things Charles says about him plays a big factor in that.

He somehow made time out of his busy military work schedule to become a professional Mario Kart Wii speedrunner.

He has a cat, but I'm still working on that. Calico or orange cat maybe?

He stays up super late when he doesn't have work the next day. He rummages through the kitchen at 3 AM for snacks like some sleep paralysis demon or some shit. Sometimes Charles catches him in the act.

He and Rupert are good friends. They have a friendly rivalry and constantly compete to see who's better at something or start bickering over dumb shit. He calls him "shorty."

He messes around with Charles about his crush on Henry.

He also messes around with Rupert about Dave.

Basically, don't let Cam know you have a crush. He will be annoying about it for what feels like an eternity.

Yes, of course he would sing "this is the greatest plan" and whatnot with Charles while crashing their helicopter. It was mandatory for this to be canon from the very beginning.

He's autistic, but it's not as obvious as Charles' autism.

#yeah this isn't art but I felt like it belonged here #also to sum up Cam and Galeforce's relationship #I feel like they're that one video that's like #PARKER GET OUT OF THE TANK #YOU'RE NOT MY DAD #look it up if you don't know it it's hilarious #/ #cameron calvin #oc #charles calvin #rupert price #henry stickmin #general hubert galeforce #thsc #the henry stickmin collection #rambles

[ramyeonguksu]

Here's my preview for my SFW page art for @hubertlovezine! What's Hubert doing with his family painting?

Purchase the zine to find out!

#hubert von vestra #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #fe3h #few3h #ramyeonguksu #god i died doing this piece but i love my headcanon appearances for hubert's family aaaa #dad vestra's appearance is a secret for now so get the zine to see him uwu

[pirdmystery]

booted up hopes to find myself in a very precarious situation and remembered that i literally fell asleep in the middle of a battle last night.

#sblb #i’d been standing there letting jeritza get wailed on for like 60 seconds straight #also why are we saving bernadetta’s dad 😒 hubert should want to let him rot

[dark-twist-fairytales]

Okay, why does Galeforce stand like he's a dad who doesn't know what in the Hell is happening but still proud of what their kid is doing?

I give evidence:

The arms being crossed (back or front, both work), slightly hunched forward, the stare of either nothing or proudness, the knees being the bent (more than Ruperts, pic 3).

Yeah, he may be a Captain/General, but this man needs a hug and a blanket at the bare minimum.

~~

Okay, wait, hold on, I just noticed something: You can tell how much Galeforce trusts Henry with his arms and body language. When he's first met, pic 3, you noticed his arms are tense with his hands right at his elbows. They're only a bit relaxed because Rupert is right beside him with a gun and could shoot Henry down if need be.

In pics 1, 4, and 2, however.. His posture is more relaxed. 4 and 2 are the middle ground of tense and relaxed, since in 4 Henry has yet to make a threatening move towards him and 2 is showing of what could have been a potential successful mission, and 1 is showing more trust towards Henry after the major mission is complete.

#the henry stickmin collection #hubert galeforce #he stands like a dad and i will stand by it. #galeforce analysis

[randomnameless]

I'm procrastinating so have this Nopes!AU nonsense instead, with an Adrestian pretender.

So the setting is the same Nopes, Rhea crashes on Dimitri's couch in Faerghus and all but then -

Aegir Sr manages to escape thanks to some schmucks helping him, led by a lead random who is a Hresvelg bastard (or are they?) with a Crest of Seiros (maybe a cardinal fucked, or this random is a descendant from Willy's 120 children, or just, a far far removed member of House Hresvelg (maybe Ionius's bastard cousin got a kid who got a kid or whatnot)) and they mount a rebellion against Supreme Leader, because she's been stuck in this war so the promise of MAGA in 3 weeks fell flat especially since the nobodies of Leicester managed to put off a fight, when everyone considers them weaklings (it obviously happens before Clout and Supreme Leader join hands).

Hresvelg Bastard wants to sit on the throne and doesn't believe Supreme Leader's MAGA is going to work - maybe they tried to garner support in the backwater reaches of Adrestia (aka not Enbarr) by getting rid of some Agarthans who were there trying to create War Assets or what not, and so, they start a rebellion.

Knowing they can't win alone (even if Aegir Sr gives an impassionated speech telling the Nobles who followed him/the ones who were ignored by Supreme Leader (mostly the minor ones) or who don't like her "centralising policies" that he was injustly arrested, Vestra Sr assassinated and how she turned the scions of all great families against Adrestia's best interests - if she's not taking them hostage thanks to the help she received from Arundel who is the man behind all those war assets and disparitions : can they seriously believe that she had no hand in his experiments when he is a member of her own family? She only kicked him away after he ended his usefulness, like she'll do to everyone else!) Hresvelg Bastard has a bright idea.

Banking on the masses being faithful followers of the CoS - and not giving a fig about Varley and his "new CoS" - they believe they can also rally some people under the guise of the war against the CoS, the Archbishop is a beloved figure for all commoners (who can't rely on anything else but the Church since Adrestian Great Nobles, who all joined Supreme Leader, prefer to remain in Enbarr rather than manage their lands and people) so they end up with a small army of rebellious nobles, and peasants.

Not the army that will be able to topple Adrestia's military.

Maybe they can get help from Brigid and Dagda... sure, Brigid has their Princess used as a hostage by Supreme Leader, but do they really believe they will become something else than a vassal after the war, if Supreme Leader wins?

Granted, Hresvelg Bastard is Adrestian, and ultimately thinks they cannot rely on "savages", and besides, how will allying with "savages" bolster his claim on the throne? Adrestians don't like "savages" especially the ones from the former House Nuvelle, if they have to keep the Nuvelle mages as allies, they cannot rely on Dagdans.

That's where Adrestian Bastard has a master plan : they will join forces with the CoS (not those barbarians! Just the CoS and its knights!) and assist them in retaking Garreg Mach, on the only condition that the Archbishop herself names them the true and only inheritor of Adrestia's long legacy, starting with Great Emperor Wilhelm, and recognise them as Adrestia's ruler, while Supreme Leader will be just a mere usurper.

(details could be fleshed out later on about where Adrestian Bastard gets their legitimacy from, or to throw shade on Supreme Leader and her direct ascendants).

Thus the CoS - and the Barbarians, since they're allies ! - receive a missive from some loser, backed up with the Empire's fallen nobility and some militia, who suggests they can help them defeat Supreme Leader, only if the Church of Seiros crowns them Emperor at the end of the war.

Rhea immediately wants to refuse, it is not her place to crown people or what not, besides humans will find another way to complain about it and she only wants to return to the monastery.

Besides she gave a crown to Willy, and his descendants ruined everything he stood for and are coming for her head (she heard rumours about the Empire wanting to strike "inhuman beasts" and got wind of Adrestia's "information campaign").

The Kingdom doesn't share her worries (of course since she just told them "nah") and welcomes any new ally... if this person becomes the new Emperor, maybe they could draft some treaty cementing borders between Faerghus and Adrestia once and for all, and stop this war - since the current one seems hell bent on conquering them.

Matthias Gautier has doubts though, would Adrestians accept a puppet Emperor on the throne, controlled by the CoS? Besides, it's not like Adrestia ever respected their borders to begin with, so it's hopeless to hope this new Emperor will respect them. But at least it will create a decoy in Adrestia, which will divide the Imperial Army's attention.

Rodrigue disagrees though, if this is a chance to get a peaceful resolution with Adrestia - or a new Adrestia - they could seize it, sure, Adrestia always scorned them and their borders, but if it gives them at least 15 to 20 years of peace and no skirmishes, they should take it, especially if it ends this current war faster.

Dimitri drafts a letter to propose terms to a potential agreement, Rhea reluctantly agrees (she knows it's going to end up in a disaster, but maybe by that time, Sothis would have solved things out or something?) because it might end the current war.

The agreement is definitely canceled when Hresvelg Bastard gives their reply, calling Dimitri a "reasonable barbarian", and accepts to make him the governor of "Northern Adrestia" if he swears fealty and allegeance to the Empire.

They also replied that the Archbishop shall crown them Greatest (tm) Emperor of Fodlan, marry them and "restart the divine dynasty that was broken since Great Emperor Wilhelm's passing" that will rule over the continent from Garreg Mach which will become the new capital.

Rodrigue sighs while Matthias wonders what was he even expecting from Adrestians to begin with?

Dimitri is tempted to accept "The war will end!" but looking at the stares of everyone else, he frown and hands the letter to Rhea, who hands it to Seteth.

Seteth throws it in the nearest chimney.

Sylvain still asks if they can find some sort of common ground, they have a common foe, everything else comes "later" ? Felix frowns though, if this person's plan is ultimately to make Faerghus a vassal or what not, the Kingdom helping them would be seen as acceptance of Adrestia's lordship over them. Besides, how to tell their friends and people that they are going to die to save the ass of someone who thinks they're barbarians??

Dimitri notes that he has a point, it would be unreasonable to lend Faerghus' help to people who spits on them. But what about the Church? Regardless of the "restarting dynasties" thing they promised to liberate Garreg Mach, right?

Seteth gives the longest sigh ever, but mostly says that if they have to retake Garreg Mach, it will be on their own terms, and those don't include siding with someone who only sees them as a commodity to bolster their claim, or who intends to target the ones who offered their help when asked.

Rhea thus writes the reply, enraging Hresvelg Bastard because hey, their plan was well-thought and they even allowed the Blaiddyd governance over Northern Adrestia! Ludwig says maybe they should make concessions about this "Northern Adrestia" thing, they could still MAGA but later, first they should retake Adrestia? Surely the people would enjoy them putting an end to this disaster of a war, and bringing them back peace (and food).

"Sure, but within ten years of the end of this war, we invade Leicester!"

So Ludwig leads the negotiations instead of his new liege (with some of their orders though, like "do not make it so those barbarians think we're bowing our heads to them!") and agrees to Dimitri's original terms (there's no mention about Leicester's borders though!), using the argument that as soon as there is peace they could "discuss the future of their two countries", and how "taking out the Usurper takes precedence over anything else" for the sake of their people.

Ludwig mourns his friend Igor and wonders how House Vestra managed to, well, manage Hresvelg Emperors if they are all like the one he found, but using his years of political experience, manages to organise a meeting between all parties, Hresvelg Bastard, King Dimitri and the Archbishop herself.

Aegir made Hresvelg Bastard swear not to call the Faerghians barbarians - but they broke that promise within 5 minutes when they congratulated Dimitri on his timing and fashion sense (the shiny armor!) saying something like "I never expected a barbarian and savage northerner could be on time and wear anything else than rags".

Ludwig was dying on the inside, and knew everything would be ruined when Gautier reminded Hresvelg Bastard that if they are asking for the Church's aid, they are also asking for the Kingdom's help since they are allies, so they should play the part if they want their assistance.

Hresvelg Bastard fumed, frowned and stomped the ground in frustration - what is that bum even saying??? - but Rhea cuts them before they can even say a thing, if taking Supreme Leader out is also their objective, then they shall ally but only on that grounds, the Church will offer assistance to the Adrestian population - to the best of its abilities - once the war will be over, but Garreg Mach remains a CoS territory, and Adrestia will swear a blood oath that it shall never invade nor try to conquer its neighbouring nations.

"Even Leicester?"

Ludwig screamt inside because he always scorned the faith magic classes at the Academy, and only now realises learning the "Silence" Spell could have had its uses, but he gives his best assurances that they totally agree on never attacking Faerghus ever again.

Matthias shrugs, Leicester isn't Faerghus, and those bastards never answered their call for help, Rodrigue frowns though, this will create another war. And Nopes!Dimitri only wants what is best for Faerghus, so he is on the verge of agreeing, but Rhea glares at the Hresvelg Bastard.

"Leicester, Faerghus, Brigid and even Dagda."

"It's an acceptable proposal your Majesty! Adrestia can still thrive without ruling over the continent and beyond! We can still lead Fodlan in other ways, look at those barbarians, they don't even know how to appreciate fine culture ! They eve, eat their meat boiled or grilled! Our refinement and culture is ways above theirs, and copied by those of Leicester, who envy us!"

Maybe, maybe, this will save the meeting and those "alliance" talks and discussions?

Hresvelg Bastard reluctantly accepts to "bring the wonders of Adrestian refinement" to the Faerghus and the Church in exchange for their military assistance against Supreme Leader.

Dimitri thinks those terms are acceptable - only if Faerghans aren't forced to accept those "wonders" - while Rhea knows it will end in a disaster in 200 years, but if it can stop this war, and if everyone accepts it, then why not.

At the end of the day : Nopes wise, there's a small army who allied with the Kingdom and the Church of Adrestian soldiers led by their own leader (a bit like green units) - their fate depends on the routes picked, in AG Hresvelg Bastard assumes the throne, in GW they're killed when the Srengese-Federation army marches on the Kingdom, and in SB, they followed Rhea in GM thus, died.

#fodlan nonsense #Nopes nonsense #Adrestia thinking they can pull a cultural win in Civ lol #Rhea thinking : this is a bad idea #What's an Hresvelg without dreams of grandeur ?? #I didn't have a gender set for Hresvelg Bastard #Whether they know about the Hresvelg true history is a mystery #Weep for Ludwig supporting a Hresvelg pretender comes at the cost #Of your sanity lol #Igor is the name I hc'd for Hubert's dad #Matthias being so fed up with Adrestians and always expecting the worst #He's not wrong lol #Fe16 #3 Nopes

[procrastinatingattorney]

i feel sad that people who go 'bernie should kill her dad!!!' ignores that she freaks out when she does actually does it, and how she rather simply spend her life away from him forever

but also i feel like people dont appreciate putting him in a situation that he put her through and turning him into being a complete wreck as edelgard shoots the ground next to his feet, making him dance for the rest of his miserable life

#rantings rambles #sure sure patricide cool and whatever but like torture my guys. #like its noticeable that edelgard doesn't take immediate revenge on those who killed her family even duke aegir who has no use to her #like the fact that hubert is allowed to take revenge on his dad is super noticeable and feels like its both a favour to him #as well as being a benefit because now he has the power of a marquis which helps them immediately

[outerspacebun]

As we all know that Matthias found his beloved when he was in the academy. And it got me thinking about the head canon that I came up years ago and something that I added on to it.

Anyways, I have this head canon that since birth Lambert was betrothed to his beloved queen (his first wife) and that they were hopelessly in with each other. They were stuck to each other like glue.

Matthias would be sort of like Sylvain and date constantly and never really sticking with anyone until he met his first wife.

Then there is Rodrigue. He is just this astute guy that's just doesn't date because he is that type of person that drowns himself in work. But once he gets into the academy he is betrothed to his first and only wife and he just is head over heels for her.

But the kicker is, Rodrigue and his wife (only because his wife didn't want many people to know) only told Lambert and his first wife. And then later Matthias wife found out but she never told Matthias.

So all Matthias' life, he was concerned about Rodrigue dying alone. One day, he wanted to take Rodrigue out to pick up girls. But boy, this asshole, this unlucky bastard, walks in on Rodrigue and his wife having sex.

Sjjsjssnns he just whelp, never mind that bastard is fine.

#bun bun talks #xjsjsjd sorry thats it thats all i have to say on the matter #also i was talking to a couple of friends #and i have figured out a little bit about #miklans mother and i have come to the conclusion #that miklan and hubert are cousins #huberts dad and miklans mother are siblings #sjsjsjdjd if this family couldnt get even more dysfunctional #and you realize that sylvain is the normal one out of the family

[elympios]

Still cackling over the Tales of TV bit where the guy who murdered the main cast and then manipulated his daughter into getting severely traumatised and then tried to murder the main cast AGAIN so he could reincarnate with her against her will is actually Best Dad™

#in fairness they set the bar pretty low to begin with #it was like. jude’s dad. hubert’s dad. some other shitty dads. #victor may want to fundamentally rewrite his daughter’s existence against her will but he still loves her... #normal guy! <3 #v #x2

[chainreh]

they raised ferdinand death flags and then killed off edelgard instead wtf is this game

#me when i spread misinformation on purpose me when i lie me when i make things up etc etc #like shes not dead but twsitd used a crest stone on her turning her into hegemon husk form:( #and when they returned to the palace she was unable to speak and they gave power back to duke aegir #and a random imperial npc on camp next chapter said ferdinand and hubert disappeared after the battle #so uhm :) this game is fine im fine #anyway since she literally couldn't speak and now is being used as a puppet i assume twsitd did the same thing to her dad #anyway i was so prepared for ferdie to die this caught me off guard 😵‍💫 #AND IT WAS RIGHT AFTER DIMITRI AND EDELGARD WERE ABOUT TO DISCUSS THE TRUE EVENTS OF THE TRAGEDY #since dimitri isnt in 'ah yes 13 year old edelgard is the one who murdered our parents that makes perfect sense' hes #more normal about her than usual #literally just saved her from a fatal attack omg hes just like me fr (in another timeline) #anyway. sorry im normal

[crawthornsharkinson]

One day you're young and doing tequila shots til sunrise and waking up in alleys and the next thing you know you're extolling the virtues of having a wagon every time you take yours to the supermarket because people in their 40s fuckin love a wagon and keep asking you about it and then you go home and clock an exciting bird at the window and wonder how this is what you're doing with your twenties

#is this just me #am i doing life right? #i kinda miss my early drinking years but that shit got old QUICK #i am the envy and joy of many middle aged people in my area with my fat ass and capacious wagon #every time i set it up i get dads stood around watching the process and every time its an absolute Gender Moment #okay to reblog #milfs want me #dilfs want me #teenagers think im cringe #im living babey #if only hubert could see me now #i am absolutely making the most of the life he saved me from binning #i am learning to love my dandelions #therapy works